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[chriswestplumbing]

From Blueprints to Building: Navigating the Permit Application for Your Jonesboro AR Remodel

Embarking on a home remodel is an exciting venture, a chance to transform a space into something uniquely yours. Whether you're dreaming of a modern kitchen or a luxurious new bathroom, a smooth project starts long before the first wall is knocked down. One of the most critical, yet often overlooked, steps is navigating the world of building permits. For any significant remodels in Jonesboro AR, securing the right permits isn’t just a formality—it’s a legal requirement that ensures your project is safe, up to code, and protects your long-term investment.

While the thought of paperwork might seem daunting, the permit application process is designed to protect you, the homeowner. Permits ensure that your remodel adheres to local building codes, which are in place to guarantee structural integrity, fire safety, and sanitation. For plumbing work, specifically, a permit guarantees that the work is performed by a licensed professional and meets strict health and safety standards. Skipping this step, even for what seems like a minor change, can lead to costly fines, problems with future home sales, or even dangerous plumbing issues down the line.

The process for obtaining a permit for your remodels in Jonesboro AR typically involves submitting a detailed plan of your proposed work to the city's building department. This plan often includes blueprints or sketches showing the scope of the project, including any new plumbing, electrical, or structural changes. For plumbing projects, this is where having an experienced plumber on your team is invaluable. A licensed plumber understands the specific codes and requirements, can help you accurately draw up the plans, and will ensure all work is completed to the highest standard, helping you breeze through the final inspections.

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Disclaimer

This article is for informational purposes only and is not legal or professional advice. Building permit regulations can change, and it is the homeowner's responsibility to ensure all work and permit applications comply with current local, state, and federal laws.

[fisheito]

everyone gets a turn in the ridiculous skintight edmondsuit. or at least, .everyone SHOULD

[danmeiblr]

WAIT THERE’S A PROPER HUMAN TRANSLATION OF I BECAME A GOD IN A HORROR GAME ON AO3 AND NOBODY BOTHERED TO TELL ME???

[squidd-ink]

RIP yakuza 0 majima you would’ve loved the hand that feeds by NIN

[emptylotfiasco]

fuck all apparently 💀

FAHJFBAJHGBHAJHGAHAHAA

XTC though... fuck yes

[miyamiwu]

He looked at Zhen Xing and bumped him. "What are you thinking about? Why are you so silent?"

Zhen Xing raised his head, and with a disappointed look in his phoenix eyes, said, "In other words, I can't fight He Yu in this copy?"

Everyone: "..."

How are you still thinking about a fight at this time?!

Zhen Xing suddenly said, "Can I fight you?"

Without missing a beat, He Yu said, "No."

Zhen Xing's face fell instantly.

He is so cute hahaha, Zhen Xing is now my favorite

[mainenuflow]

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[non-bread]

maybe i should just become an english major. seems like everything is working against me in science

[makis-eyebrows]

One emotional girl

In which Max Verstappen's 7 year old daughter is seen as very emotional, even if it's over the smallest thing.

Y/n has always been emotional. But it was never something that bothered Max or her stepmom, Kelly. Max still adored his daughter like she was his world, which was no lie there.

Some people always wondered why Y/n was so emotional. Her dad has always been seen as calm and composed and doing his best to keep his emotions in check. But Y/n was the opposite. Even just playful shouting sometimes brushed her the wrong way, and the flood gates would flow open wide.

It was the weekend of the Austrian Grand Prix, the home of all Red Bull fans. But the Dutchman was not performing as well as he usually does, and that upset him.

Y/n, having been enjoying her time despite her dad qualifying P12, ran up to him with a cut paper snowflake.

"Papa kijk! I made a snowflake with paper!" (Dad, look! I made a snowflake with paper) She beamed happily at the man brewing with anger. Max barely gave a look at her work.

"Yeah, looks good." He spoke gruffly, every little noise annoying him further.

Y/n frowned a bit. "But you didn't even look at it..." She poked him lightly on his side but barely got a reaction.

"Y/n, niet nu, alsjeblieft." (Y/n, not now, please) Max sighed, rubbing his face for what could now be the hundredth time. This made her frown even deeper now, and her eyes began to gloss over. Max hasn't even bothered to look at her.

The small girl sighed and turned to walk away, feeling too sad to show him the hard work she did whilst he raced. In a small fit of disappointment and anger, Y/n slipped off to the hospitality area and went to a quiet corner.

She ripped up her work, throwing it on the floor and jumped on it just so she could feel better.

But it didn't.

If anything, it only made her feel worse. The familiar feeling in her chest bubbled over and came falling quicker than she could react, in the form of hot tears.

Time passed.

“Hey… have you seen Y/n?” Max finally asked a crew member, realizing the silence around him wasn’t the usual post-qualifying buzz. Panic started setting in when no one had an answer.

“She was here earlier,” someone said.

“I’ll check around,” another offered.

It was Yuki Tsunoda who found her—curled up, cheeks streaked with tears and bits of paper scattered around her. “Y/n?” he knelt gently. “Hey, what happened?”

She wiped her face and hiccupped. “Papa didn’t… didn’t care about my snowflake.”

Yuki’s heart melted. “Come on, let’s go see him.”

Back at the garage, Max looked up just as Yuki returned with her. His face instantly softened with guilt. “Y/n…” he got down on one knee. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I was upset about the race, but that’s no excuse. Wat jij hebt gemaakt... dat doet er wel toe.” (I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you. I was upset about the race, but that's no excuse. What you made... it does matter.)

Y/n sniffled, unsure, but slowly walked up to him.

“I shouldn’t have made you cry,” Max said, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’ll always want to see what you make. Altijd.” (I'll always want to see what you make. Always.)

Yuki watched from the side, a small grin on his face. “Next time, show me first. I’ll be your number one fan,” he winked.

Y/n giggled through her tears, and Max held her closer, silently promising himself to never let the sport overshadow his daughter’s heart again.

And that's my first fic done!!! Wow, guys... I suck at this, honestly. But we move.

Anywaysss, let me know what you think about this so I know what i can work with and how I can improve. The writing I suddenly decided to start doing was influenced by some people on this app. I won't tag them without their permission but based off who I follow, you can decipher it.

That's Gang Gang out!!

[fisheito]

hello... please consider... yakumo in:

the classic traditional style qipaos

the modernised and modified ones

bonus: modified hanfu

he would look wonderful wouldn't he? all the more delectable and sashimiable?

ahaha...ahah...AHAHHAH.AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

[cosmopretty]

Possessive

paige bueckers x fem smut

warnings: strap, choking, dacryphilia, degrading, fingering PURE SMUT

Paige’s body hovers above you her hand holding your neck “You really thought you could go a flirt with some guy and get away it” she says her eyes dark as they bore into you. Her hand tightened around your throat “Answer me” she demands forcing you to look at her.

“I’m not yours Paige we’re not dating” You respond to her, you knew you were pushing her limits too far tonight, but you didn’t care.

Her brows raise and her hand lets go of your throat and without a word she rips your pants and panties off throwing them to the side before ripping your shirt off. Both of her hands pull your legs apart “You are mine and you always will be” she whispered before shoving her ring and index finger inside of you abruptly, without letting you get prepared. Your legs squeezed together in shock and she moves her fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of you relentlessly.

She speeds up her fingers her other hand moving to hold your legs apart. Tears fill your eyes at the stretch her fingers are causing, Paige’s eyes soften looking at you before remembering how you grabbed that guys arm, whispered in his ear. It drove her crazy you were hers, no one could touch you the way she could, no one could talk to you the way she could, you were all hers.

You moan, you jaw falling slack, head tilting back against the pillow “Fu-fuck I can’t take it” Paige shakes her head at your words pouting at you.

“You can take it” she whispers moving closer to you, her breath hot against your ear. She kisses your neck sucking on the soft skin, leaving big purple hickeys where her lips go.

Your core tightens, your breathing picking up as you pull on Paige’s hair, causing her to move away from your neck. She stares at you her hand letting go of your leg coming up to your neck again squeezing. Your lungs beg for air and she stares at your squirming, and whining under her for a moment before letting go slightly, letting you breathe but not letting go of your neck.

“Cum for me now” She demands, she could read you like a book, she knew when you were about to cum before you even did.

Your legs shake as the band in your stomach snaps, your juices flowing down hand but she doesn’t stop her pace. You whine pushing at her arm to make her stop “no more” you moan out the overstimulation making your legs shake.

Paige keeps her fingers inside of you before abruptly pulling away from you, hopping off the bed and going to the closet. You catch your breath on the bed, your eyes closing tiredness overcoming your body.

Before you can think Paige’s comes back over, strap hanging off her hips, she grabs your hips with both her hands flipping you over. She pulls you back against her, one of her hands coming to your back pushing you down to arch. You whine trying to get up with your hands but she pushes you back down “Nu uh gotta make sure you never pull a stunt like this again baby” she tells you positioning herself at your entrance, teasing you with the strap.

It rubs up and down your clit, through your folds. Paige coats it with your slick before pushing inside of your bottoming out fully in one thrust. You moan loudly biting the pillow under your head to quiet yourself “You can take it baby come on” she mutters before pulling her hips back just to snap them back into you, filling you completely. You squeeze around her as your hands holding the pillow so tight your knuckles turn white.

She thrusts into you over and over her pace merciless “Your a dumb little slut huh all you needed was my attention yeah, now you got it baby” she whispers to you her hand coming up to grab you by the neck pulling you back against her.

Your back lays against your chest and she chokes you, her head coming down to your ear “Say it say your my little slut” Paige whispers in your ear her breath fanning your neck.

Her hips don’t stop the pace, the strap rubs against her clit perfectly getting her off.

“I’m- I-Im” You try to say stuttering, before getting interrupted by your own moans. Paige pouts at you kissing your neck “Come on baby you can do it” she encourages you squeezing your neck slightly.

Breathing heavily you mumble the words she wanted to hear, but it didn’t please her in the slightest “Louder baby come on” she demands pushing the strap in and out of you faster, her fingers digging into your hip, which you knew would leave marks later.

“I’m yours- your slut P” You say tears steaming down your cheeks, your stomach tightening. She smiles slightly before pushing you down on the bed, her hand in your head shoving your face in the pillow “So pretty when you cry” Paige mutters.

She shoves the strap faster into you, not wanting to please you anymore only herself. You moan biting down on the pillow once again your hip burning from how hard she was gripping it.

Paige’s stomach tightens as she groans “Fuck baby come on” she says pushing herself harder onto the strap causing it shove harder into your gummy walls. You cry out “No more no more” you sob into the pillow your legs shaking as you cum for a second time. She ignores you and counties pushing herself onto the strap as it hits her clit, she cums on the strap moaning before falling limp on top of you.

Her body weight crushes you before you tap her a few times and she gets off of you laying down next to you.

You turn over and lay on your back, your legs non stop shaking as tears stain your cheeks. Paige wipes your tears holding your cheek in her hand she makes you turn your head to look at her “Your mine okay say it” she says her eyes softening as she looks at you wanting confirmation.

“I’m yours Paige all yours” You whisper looking into her pretty blue eyes. She nods and kisses you softly, a complete contrast to how she was treating you minutes ago. You were hers no matter what, even if you didn’t want to be.

[kissandtellus]

Shifting the Blame

⸺ Synopsis: Gojo and you are Sylus’ partners. Sylus returns home from a rough night to find out you two have been misbehaving while he was gone. He can’t let that go unpunished, can he?

⸺ Warnings: I SEE THE VISION, Smut, Spanking, choking, mentions of Dacryphilia, isn’t on a set timeline because this could be seen as a ‘crack ship’ BUT I LOVE IT.

Authors Note: This came from an anonymous request that I couldn’t fit into a single reply! So I hope you see this anon<3

The door to the penthouse creaked open. Sylus tried his best to be quiet, trying not to disturb the two puddles of his partners that would usually be curled up in his bed, waiting for him. Sylus installed heavy blackout curtains so the sun wouldn’t disturb his unusual sleep schedule just so he could get some proper rest.

He slips off his jacket, carefully hanging it, when he hears a squawk and poorly muffled laughter. He raises a thin eyebrow and stalks through the living room and into his study. The door was barely cracked, and he could hear hurried whispers.

“Mephisto be quiet! Just one more-“

“Satuuu,” a female voices chides. “Sylus is gonna be home any minute. We already used the whole sticker sheet.”

Sylus could feel the vein in his forehead pulse. He eases the door open, taking a few steps in to survey the entire damage. Y/n had Mephisto pinned to the desk by his feet as Gojo planted one final sticker right on his beak.

Sylus cleared his throat and both of his partners nearly jumped out of their skins. Gojo, ever the troublemaker, immediately pointed a finger at Y/n who was holding the empty sticker sheet.

“It was her, Sy! She made me do it!”

Y/n gasped immediately and tried to his the empty sheet behind her back. “N-nu uh! It wasn’t me!”

Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyance flowing through his veins. All he wanted to do when he got home, was curl up in bed with the two of them.

Both of his partners were dressed in pajamas, it was clear they had the right intention at one point. But something had triggered their mischievous side at some point.

Now he had more important things to attend to.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Eighteen, n-nine-o-owww!- nineteen, t-twenty!” Gojo sobbed through clenched teeth, fisting the fabric of Sylus’ dress pants when the final spank came across his redden cheeks.

The other white haired man sniffled, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. Sylus grabbed his silky locks and craned his neck back.

“There, there, Satu~” Sylus mockingly coos, giving a sharp tug until the tears in those bright blue eyes spill down his redden cheeks. “You did so well. Now do you have something to say to me?”

Satoru is blubbering, “M’m sorry Sy!” He hiccups. Sylus leans down, giving Satoru a sloppy kiss. When he pulls away, Sylus gives a low chuckle and release his head, letting it fall forward across his lap.

Sylus’s sharp red orbs dart across the room to where Y/n is curled up in the corner, trying to make herself disappear so she wouldn’t suffer the same fate as Gojo. Sylus gives Gojo a gentle kiss on his cheek and carefully slid him off of his lap to tuck him into the massive California King bed.

Y/n squeals as Sylus stalks over to her. But Sylus was quick on his feet, snatching her mid strut while she’s kicking her feet. “S-Sylus! No, no, no! It wasn’t my fault!”

She’s like a whiny pup when Sylus tugs her short and underwear over the swell of her ass in a single tug. He leans back in the leather armchair in the bedroom, his free hand insnaring her throat like a vice.

“Shut up,” the first slap across her ass is a warning. She yelps, chewing on her bottom lip. “Whose stickers were they, hm?”

Odette immediately lies. “Sat-“

SMACK

“Kitten, you know I hate liars.” His fingers soothe over the tender flesh of her bottom. “You are trying to tell me that Satoru has pretty pastel cat stickers?”

Odette sniffs and wipes her eyes with a balled up fist. “I-It was mine…” she admits.

Sylus hums in approval, kissing the back of her head. “Thats what I thought. Now….” Sylus digs his nails into the sensitive flesh of her ass until she cries out, feet kicking freely in the air. “How many do you think you deserve? 20 like Satoru?”

Y/n gives a sheepish nod, wriggling in his lap.

Sylus clicks his tongue and lands a harsh smack on the back of her thighs. “Are you trying to get off easy? You lied to me, Sugar. I’m thinking a minimum of 30.”

The first 15 spanks leave Y/n feeling lightheaded. Sylus is a killer, has ended lives in the snap of a finger. His spanks were never soft. They were firm, a strict reminder of who was in charge.

“Don’t stop counting Kitten. I wouldn’t want to have to wake Satoru up again so he can watch you. We wouldn’t want that.” He teases after the 16th strike. The number fumbles out of Odette’s mouth sloppily. She’s hiccuping, thick tears spilling down her cheeks.

“H-hurts!” She whines.

Sylus chuckles and slaps her harder across her bruising ass. “It’s not supposed to feel good Kitten.”

But Satoru is far from asleep right across the room. He’s wriggling under the blankets, both hands fisting his aching length at the sound of Y/n’s punishment. He’s so needy, aching for release. Sylus isn’t an idiot, his keen eyes pick up on the rustling under the blankets.

“Satoru.” His spanks have stopped. Satoru freezes and curses under his breath. He pokes his head up and out from under the blankets, trying to pretend he was asleep with a fake yawn.

“Mm, yeah?”

“Stop touching yourself. Kneel.”

Sylus pushes Y/n to the floor by his feet just as Gojo joins here, their pajama covered bodies pressed up against each other between Sylus’ thighs. He sighs, a tired look on his face as he fishes out his aching cock from his pants.

If his partners had tails, they would be wagging like crazy.

He taunts the two of them like a cat with toys. If he leans his cock to the left, they follow, the same with the right. He chuckles and fists the bottom of his fat cock.

“Not that I think either of you dirty mutt’s deserves a taste, but I have pent up frustrations.” He gives himself a few strokes until pre-cum beads at the tip. “C’mere puppies.”

It’s a flurry of gnashing teeth, lips and spit. Every inch of Sylus’ cock is covered by some sort of drool. Gojo is always trying to outshine his female counterpart. He even growls at Y/n when her tongue trails a bit too close to his side of Sylus’s cock.

THWACK

The slap leaves Gojo’s cheek red and his bottom lip jutting out in a fight.

“Play nice.” Sylus snaps, grabbing the other man’s jaw to turn him back to his objective.

Y/n is the first to try and take his cock down her throat, eyes watering at the burning stretch of him entering her throat. Gojo is ever the instigator. He draws his tongue back in his mouth and pulls Y/n’s hair off of her shoulders, using it as leverage to move her mouth up and down Sylus’ cock.

Before long, Y/n is sniffling and sniffing over his cock while Gojo is teasing her. “Aw, Kitten,” he mocks the nickname Sylus uses for her. “I thought you told me you were better at sucking cock? Don’t pass out now~!”

Sylus would usually punish the blue eyed man for picking on his precious Kitten like that, but he was so close. Gojo was cruel, mean even. With his free hand he ran his fingers across Sylus’ taunt sac, urging him closer to release.

His balls tightened and his fingers dug into the arm chair. His hips bucked up, chasing the high and warmth of Y/n’s throat.

Instead of emptying his load into her mouth, he pulled out last second and shot long, stringy ropes of hot cum over both hers and Gojo’s eager face and tongues. He grunted at the image.

“Dirty sluts, what am I going to do with you?” He murmurs, watching Gojo eagerly clean Y/n’a face with his tongue, despite her weak complaints.

[bitchy-craft]

PICK A CARD: what mythological love story describes your future relationship

Hello and welcome to this reading! Here I will tell you what mythological love story describes your future relationship. I hope you enjoy this reading!

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The extended version of this reading can be found on my patreon, the link of which is here

Pile 1:

The mythological love story that is associated with your future relationship would be the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. Before I tell you about this myth I want you to know that the fate of these two is not necessarily similar to your future relationship at all; it is about the emotion and intensity of it all that describes your future relationship.

Orpheus, who was a legendary musician fell deeply in love with Eurydice, a beautiful woman. Shortly after their wedding she was sadly bitten by a snake and passed away. Devastated, Orpheus travelled to the Underworld in hopes of returning her, playing music in order to persuade Hades and Persephone. They eventually agree to let Eurydice return to continue living, but only on one condition. The whole journey back up Orpheus is not allowed to look at her, not even once, if he does, she would stay in the Underworld. Unfortunately, as they went their way back up Orpheus eventually turned around to look at his wife because he simply loved her too much, having to leave her behind in the Underworld forever.

why this fits your future relationship? -> extended reading

Pile 2:

The mythological love story that is associated with your future relationship would be the story of Tristan and Isolde. This is Celtic / medieval mythology. Before I tell you about this myth I want you to know that the fate of these two is not necessarily similar to your future relationship at all; it is about the emotion and intensity of it all that describes your future relationship.

Tristan, a man who was a knight of Cornwall was sent to Ireland in order to bring back princess Isolde to marry his uncle, King Mark. However, on their journey they mistakenly drank the love potion who was meant for the princess and the king, causing them to fall in love deeply with one another. Even though princess Isolde eventually married king Mark, Tristan and her had an affair due to this love between the two of them. One day, King Mark finds out about the affair, wanting to hang Tristan and burn Isolde at the stake for their crimes. The lovers flee into the forest to take shelter there, and succeed for a couple of years. The ending of this story varies completely depending on which version you read, there is not one that is more known than the other.

why this fits your future relationship? -> extended reading

Pile 3:

The mythological love story that is associated with your future relationship would be the story of Niu Lang and Zhi Nu. This is Chinese mythology. Before I tell you about this myth I want you to know that the fate of these two is not necessarily similar to your future relationship at all; it is about the emotion and intensity of it all that describes your future relationship.

It is said that Niu Lang was a cowboy. He didn’t have parents so he lived with his brother and brother-in-law, he was maltreated. One day, after having been driven out of his home, an old man guided him to the sick cattle from heaven. With great care from Niu Lang, the cattle recovered. In order to show gratitude to Niu Lang, the cow helped him get acquainted with Zhi Nu - a fairy from the heaven. They fell in love with each other and married to live a happy life. However, good times didn't last long because Zhi Nu's deeds were known by the king of the heaven who took her back to heaven. With the cow's help, Niu Lang flew to heaven along with his two children as they chased their wife and mother. It was just at that moment before he could reach Zhi Nu that the queen of the heaven created a huge river between them. Tears from the two flowed continuously so that even the queen was moved. As a result, she allowed them to meet only on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month every year.

why this fits your future relationship? -> extended reading

[stottlemorgan]

Can I please request a headcanon thingie of Arthur Morgan x Sick!Reader? Modern AU or canon time, any level of honor, idc, i have just come down with an awful cold with fever, ear pain, heartburn and so on, and could use some cheering up:(( i just know this man could cure me by stroking my hair... do you think he would? Tysm<3<3

Author’s Note: This is sort of a mix of a drabble that turns into headcanons, I hope you enjoy!! I loved writing these, Arthur is so comforting to write in the first place but having him care for Reader is always a favourite little thing of mine to write <3 I hope you’re feeling better today, my sweet Anon <3 Word count: 1.1k.

Arthur Morgan x Sick Female Reader Headcanons

☆ One morning, you wake with a rasp to your voice. Arthur would have hummed and pulled you closer, telling you how sexy you sounded if it wasn’t for the watery nature of your heavy eyes and the gentle but concerning labour to your breath.

☆ He’s quick to blink away the early morning haze which you usually spend a tad longer than needed swimming within together, beneath cotton blankets and one another’s limbs. He props himself up on his elbow, his brow pinched with concern as his sleep-addled brain catches up.

☆ “I don’t feel too well, Arthur.” You whisper, and wince as a burning pain flows up through your throat and into your eyes and sinuses. You swallow and it sounds thick, strangled.

☆ Arthur sits up further and wraps his arms around your back, pulling you up and gently cradling you, “What are ya feelin’, darlin’? You–” as he speaks, the searing heat of your skin steadily seeps into his hands and chest between which you’re sandwiched, “Jesus, you’re like the damn Sun.”

☆ He rids you of the blanket and in his sweetness, blows gently on your face, pushing your hair back. “M’feelin’ hot, ‘n’ cold. An’ my head hurts, an’ my ears hurt, an’ my throat hurts–” “Okay, darlin’, it’s alright.”

☆ Clumsy and groggy, he drags himself from the cot, a gentle coo leaving him when he hears you make a tired, wheezy sound in response to the shifting. “Arthur, where’re ya goin’?” He shushes you and kisses your sheeny forehead before he begins pulling on his clothes, “T’warm you some rum. N’then get you some supplies from town.”

☆ Once he’s dressed, he can’t resist a few more touches and kisses. He wraps one arm under your waist, his other hand cupping the base of your skull as he plants a tender kiss to your forehead and brushes his nose against yours. You give a sleepy, weak smile, your usually flushed lips now so pale and dry. Arthur shifts you in the cot, helping you get comfortable, “Now, you ain’t movin’ from here until I say. We can take a walk later on, okay?”

☆ He fetches you a tin mug of warmed rum and sits on the edge of the bed, lifting your head and carefully pours some into your mouth. You swallow and grimace, which warms Arthur’s worried features with the softest and fondest of looks. “There’s a girl, take some more. S’good for ya.”

☆ Despite his slight neuroticism when it comes to taking care of you, the worry that scribbles about the lining of his stomach, the need to get you better, Arthur is one of the best people to have around when you’re sick.

☆ He will only leave your side if it’s to get you something that will help you, like leaving for town to get you supplies such as cough drops, syrups, blankets, mustard packs, the works. If you’re really sick, he’ll politely but firmly order someone to make the visit for him.

☆ He’s a sweet but unyielding nurse. If you grouse about taking medicine, he will not hesitate to just shove the spoon into your mouth and clamp your mouth shut until you swallow, giving you silly kisses about your face and making playful “Nu-uh” “M-mm” sounds of reprimand with an impish glint in his eyes.

☆ Or if it’s about leaving the tent for a little fresh air, he’ll scoop you up and walk you to the edge of camp. He’ll sit himself down, letting you nestle in his lap swaddled in a blanket, “You musta caught the stubborn flu, th’way you’re actin’.” He’ll lean his cheek against your shoulder, tracing your poorly features with his concerned but fond gaze.

☆ He’s always tender with you, and it increases tenfold when you’re not well. He’ll help you change clothes, planting soft kisses on your shoulders and knees as he dresses or undresses you. “My sweet girl, take it easy.” “Lift your arms for me, sweetheart.” “That’s my girl. I know, I know, you’re feelin’ outta sorts. I’m here.”

☆ When your head starts to pound, he’ll cup the back of your head with one hand and hold the back of your neck with the other. He’ll kiss your forehead and very tenderly massage your scalp, “I see you frownin’. C’mon–” He’ll whisper, rubbing small, slow circles into your skin, urging you to let your head rest heavy in his palms, “That’s it, that helpin’?” When your lashes flutter and a weak affirmative sound slips from you, he continues for a long while, and will continue if you don’t ask him to stop.

☆ He’ll be the first at the stewpot, grabbing you a large bowl, whether you finish it or not– he just wants you to have enough. He’ll even prop you up on pillows and feed you bit by bit if you’re too unwell to feed yourself. “Can’t have my girl spillin’ stew over herself. Sit up for me darlin’.”

☆ He won’t care if he catches whatever you’re sick with, as long as you’re being cared for, nothing else matters. He’ll cuddle you as though you’re not damp with sweat. He’ll kiss you as though you’re not congested and have a good chance of coughing or sneezing into his face– he just laughs and wipes your face. If you’re very adamant about him not getting sick, he’ll at least kiss the pads of his fingers and press them to your skin, against whichever part of you he wants to love in that moment (usually quite a few places, until you’re giggling and coughing).

☆ He’ll spend so much time just laying with you, cradling you against him, talking about whatever comes into his head. He keeps his tone low and soothing, knowing full well that it helps you fall asleep and after all, sleep is the best medicine. “Did I tell you ‘bout that dog I saw yesterday? Little scrawny coppery-coloured thing, he was. Followed me ‘cause I’d been huntin’ an’ he could smell the blood… Come t’think of it, he reminded me of our Sean.”

☆ Sometimes he’ll quietly sing to you, some old camp songs, vague remnants of a song he remembers his mother singing, even humming pieces of songs he’s heard you sing while you work. Songs that he’s grown to love, songs that he has made an effort to sit and listen to, to learn from you, for you.

☆ Even when you’re pretty much better, he’ll make you take “jus’ one more day, darlin’.” To really make sure that you’re well. You’ll notice him checking you over, your complexion, listening to your breath, pressing his palms to your neck and chest and forehead, feeling your temperature. You’re not better until he deems you better in his mind.

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[saphronethaleph]

Longform Statistical Analysis

“Master Nu,” Windu said, with a smile. “It’s nice to see you in the Council Chambers once more.”

“Thank you,” the librarian replied, inclining her head. “Unfortunately, I bring dire news.”

“...you do?” Windu asked, worried now. “What kind of dire news?”

“Dire news coming out of the library is usually either trivial or an absolute disaster,” Ki-Adi-Mundi contributed. “Which is it, so we can decide how worried to be?”

“Quite possibly, both,” Nu told him. “To summarize… Masters, two years ago we discovered that the Sith were not extinct. With this in mind, I have been engaged on a long-term project – I evaluated data about the discovery, admittance, tenure and ultimate loss of every single Jedi for which we have data. Every one in our archives.”

“Now I understand why it took so long,” Even Piell said. “In fact, I credit your skills for taking so little time. That must have been… what, a thousand years… there are ten thousand knights now… hundreds of thousands of Jedi total?”

“Around that,” Nu confirmed. “But the problem is… this. This is the number of active Jedi at any one time, during the first hundred years after Ruusan.”

Her holoprojector activated, showing a kind of flow diagram made out of strands of light. Light yellow marked those newly discovered and accepted as initiates, green padawans, blue for knights and purple marked those who were masters. The tiny Order, wounded but triumphant in the years immediately after Ruusan, was reborn and swelled as it gained more members and those members it had reached greater degrees of Mastery.

“Two hundred years,” Nu went on, as the diagram swelled and zoomed out. The growth was slower now, harder to see on the same scale, but the Order pulsed in colours of green and blue and purple as the Golden Age of the Republic continued.

“...you said this was dire?” Adi Gallia asked.

“We’ll get there,” Nu said, accelerating the projection a little.

As it ran forwards, decade after decade passing by until it approached the present, Master Yaddle leaned forwards in her seat.

She wasn’t the only one. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but the Jedi Order – which had swelled to enormous, triumphant scale during the Golden Age – had begun to contract again.

By the time it reached the present day, it still possessed deep reserves of strength, but the colouring was… just a little different. The purple of Mastery was less common, though the blues and greens of Knighthood and Padawan were still fully present, and Nu manipulated her controls a bit more.

A second strand appeared, this one much thinner and more intermittent. And, as time tracked towards the present, it went from a shading of mostly blue hundreds of years ago to shades that were a little more green.

“This is the members of our Order who left our ranks due to their death,” Nu explained. “While the differences year-to-year are so minor that I would hesitate to describe them as meaningful, when given the long view and looked at in aggregate the effect is clear.”

She folded her arms. “The Sith faced by Knight Kenobi is the anomaly – an open Sith attack which makes no pretensions as to what they are. This is what I would call a true threat, Councillors. Not a single Sith who seeks to kill individual Jedi in a duel, but a centuries-long program of gradual, subtle, pervasive damage to the Jedi Order, chiefly through the loss of Padawans before they become Knights.”

“You think the Sith are behind this?” Ki-Adi-Mundi asked.

“Behind any given casualty?” Nu asked. “...no. I have no proof I could offer, though a detailed examination of the loss of any given Padawan may conclude that there was some other factor behind their death. Behind the whole pattern? I think it’s quite possible, Master Mundi. We know the Sith can plot and plan for something for a thousand years, and there are only two targets for such a plot that make any sense – ourselves, and the Republic.”

She met the gaze of each councillor in turn. “If this is not due to the Sith, my friends, then we must ask ourselves – what is? They have been doing something for ten centuries and we know nothing about it.”

After a slightly dismayed silence, Yoda tapped his gimmer stick on the floor.

“Much to think about, we have,” he said. “Master Nu – more to say, have you?”

“Yes,” Nu replied. “My presentation, I hope, serves as a reminder that the Sith did not appear out of nowhere two years ago. They have been doing things over the last thousand years, and it is quite possible that we have run into their machinations without identifying them as such… it would be a great mistake to generalize from the Sith defeated by Knight Kenobi.”

“...hmm,” Windu said, frowning. “During the interrogations of Nute Gunray. He said that his actions were based on a shadowy figure pressing him to get a treaty signed by Queen Amidala of the Naboo. That treaty would have benefitted the Trade Federation, but nobody else.”

“The wording of the treaty, benefit the Trade Federation, it would,” Yaddle said. “The existence of the treaty – benefit someone else, perhaps?”

In his office, Sheev Palpatine paused halfway through reading a law.

He had the strange feeling that he’d just been betrayed by his greatest ally. But that was nonsense, since the closet thing he had left to a true ally was paperwork…

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ he’s harmless ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, alcohol and weed consumption mention, SWEETS ISNT CHEATING!!!)

It wasn't very often that the frat brothers of Nu Chi really got together to just part amongst themselves. They were a pretty close group of guys, they liked throwing crazy rangers, but sometimes they didn't want to have to worry about someone throwing up in the bushes out front or fixing a clogged toilet while they were high as hell. Sometimes they just wanted to drink a little something or smoke a little something with their brothers and a select few extra friends and that was it.

That was where you came in, as the official almost-girlfriend of Fratboy!Jaehyun, you were given this very special privilege only recently which is how you and your friends ended up in the Nu Chi living room with plastic cups of Jungwoo's mixed drink of the night and an empty bottles spinning around on he floor for truth or dare.

It had already been dramatic with this group. There was no, 'I dare you to tell us your crush' or 'is it true you you know so and so from so and so.' No! None of that! These guys went hard and there was no time for you to get acclimated.

Yuta had already been dared streaked down Greek row, Mark had already been forced to admit he stole everyone's snacks since he couldn't cook, your roommate Ari had to show everyone the embarrassing tattoo she had on her shoulder, and another person had been dared to call their fuck buddy and break it off. It was chaos, pure and utter chaos that only got crazier what with all the alcohol flowing and herbal delights being passed around.

It was fun to watch, sure, but you were nervous, not even the sweet mixed drink in your hand could temper the nerves. The guys didn't care that you'd only been around them for barely over a month, if you were here tonight then you were fair game.

Jaehyun had been somewhat reassuring at least with his arm around you, explaining some background information for specific dares or to tell you when a good dare was coming up. Weirdly, the ones that gave the best dares, Taeyong and Doyoung, had been the most calm and... normal to you. Interesting.

Then the bottle went spinning around again, a hollow sound growing more and more quiet as the bottle came to a stop upon Haechan. Haechan who was surprisingly sober compared to the times you'd seen him at parties. He waited patiently for Mark to give him his dare, sitting with a face all too calm for the person you knew him to be.

"Hmmmm, I dare you to," Mark began, pausing as his eyes went up to stare at the ceiling for the dare to come to him. Then his eyes went around the room, looking at everyone's faces in the hopes that something would come to him. And it seems something did come to him, when his eyes landed on you. "If she consents, I dare you to kiss Sweets."

Haechan's eyes lit up with complete happiness, already leaping to his feet while Jaehyun immediately began to argue, "fuck off, no way. Off limits."

Mark held his hands up, "dude, I said if she consents."

Johnny coughed out some smoke before answering, "hey bro, the only people off limits are official girlfriends and boyfriends. As far as we all know, Sweets isn't your girlfriend yet. So unless you have something you want to tell us..."

Jaehyun pouts, crossing his arms, "well, no. Not yet, but Sweets is my girl. Like, come on Mark, do we have beef or something?"

Mark just shrugs nonchalantly and you don't miss the rolled up bills Haechan sends in his direction. You chuckle under your breath and give Jaehyun's hand a squeeze before quietly reassuring him with, "it won't mean anything to me. He's harmless, alright?"

He keeps the pout on his face, lips pouted with a frown on his face like a child throwing a fit. It's cute, but you don't miss the way his hand squeezes yours in return.

Haechan dances over to you, dropping to his knees in front of you before cupping your face with warm and clammy hands. Immediately you laugh at the gesture. His eyes are wide with excitement, "Sweets, I have quite literally dreamt of this moment since the first moment I've seen you and I will think of this kiss until my last dying breath."

"Hurry it up, shit head!" Jaehyun growls, resting his cheek atop his hand as he stares in the total opposite direction of you and Haechan.

Haechan begins to lean in, his eyes fluttering shut before his puckered lips inch toward yours. You lean in slowly, keeping your lips puckers because you know that there is no way in hell you will be french kissing Haechan.

His lips are all too firm yet wet against yours. Your eyes and clenched shut, while you mentally count to 5. 1…2…3…4…5! You pull away, but Haechan chases you with a happy, “mmmmm!”

This animal opens his mouth and licks from your lips to your chin! A big, fat, warm, wet lap of his tongue. You place your hand in his chest to push him away while you burst out laughing.

Haechan makes his way back to his seat with a smile that looks like he’s stuck in a dreamlike state and somehow smug at the same time. Jaehyun immediately looks at you, his eyes serious and anxious, “you didn’t fall in love with him, right?”

“Jaehyun, he licked me like an overexcited dog. It was like when a toddler kisses you and you can only laugh because it’s so disgusting but cute at the same time,” you whisper to Jaehyun.

He let’s out a long sigh of relief, pressing a kiss to your temple before whispering, “I’m not kissing you until every skin cell that has been infected by that devil has been removed from your pretty face.”

You scowl softly at him and take your turn to skin the bottle, watching as it turns and turns until it lands on… Jaehyun! Perfect, revenge at its finest.

“Hmmm, Jae. I dare you to—”

“I didn’t choose dare—”

“I dare you to give someone a lap dance,” you interrupt with a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Sweets, I’m about to give you the best lap dance of your damn life!” Jaehyun exclaims, pulling his t-shirt over his head and hopping to his feet. He starts toward with a swagger in his walk and a smirk on his face. Someone’s phone begins to play Usher’s Love in This Club.

You giggle, “not me!” His face falls and the group laughs, “give Johnny a lap dance!”

“Fuck yeah! Come here, baby boy!” Revenge is so sweet.