#Vauche

[haelbox]

Vauche.... Vauche... Vauche...!

Drown.

[gintastik]

keep your fingers crossed so the homeless organisation gives me a job

[divorcedyaoi]

I do not get how leftie personalities are cruel to jessie gender like she is sooo nice to ppl who I personally would not grant the same kindness or respect to

[sinimake]

I keep thinking about what you said about the idea of Kenshi sometimes being represented as less reciprocating. And like. I keep thinking about people just going "oh my god you are dating THE Johnny Cage? He must be a lot to deal with" "ugh good luck with that" or even some meaner stuff like "it's okay, he is not here, you don't have to put on a façade" just for Kenshi to show them how awfully wrong they are. Every. Single. Time.

Idk idk. I think they would be so protective towards each other (and there is the whole thing about Johnny and how he might think that people don't genuinely him but want things from him instead)

You know, the dynamic of Johnshi where Johnny is head over hills for Kenshi but Kenshi is always pushing him away. Like i love good "ugh i cant believe I'm in love with this idiot" but it must be in affectionate adoring way yk? Sometimes i see that aspect forgotten on johnshi.

I don't like when Johnny is portrayed as an idiot, blubbering himbo or lowly slut. Yes, he does have extensive sexual exploitations but he's a loyal person even the game suggests that Chris and him were a highschool sweet hearts or something. Johnny fumbled her being an asshole but that's his character arc. He's constantly not taken seriously by everyone, and i don't like it when that is carried over to fandom where Johnny is just begging for Kenshi's affection while Kenshi is outright annoyed by him.

In my vision, Kenshi is the first to fall in love and he's over himself for Johnny. He's 100% protective of Johnny, supporting him, vauching him and talking about him nonstop to others. Kenshi is type of person who loves with full heart when he's in love and i will scream it at the top of my lungs 😤

[limetameta]

walter white: anime, jesse? anime? you mean those cartoons for children? you watch that garbage? how can you be so infantile? god! you're so dumb and pathetic. just stick with the stuff you know.

jesse, who wanted to share his passion with mr white: :(

lalo, was shown anime by jesse as a lark, is now obsessed with anime: cowboy bebop is one of the greatest things i've watched in recent times and i have my best tech guy looking into finding me something called akira

mike, might as well join in: this kid's been talking my ear off about these anime cartoons for weeks now. is there anything i can find that's for kids in this genre?

jesse: :) my neighbour totoro slaps, yo!

lalo: leonel told me to watch something called berserk

jesse: badger vauches for that one, says it's sick :D

lalo: si, si, jesse, the sicker the better. like that you you how to show you showed me.

jesse: you mean yu yu hakusho?

lalo: si, si, whatever.

walter: *doing that ugly face of his when things don't go his way at all and he hasn't succeeded in making jesse feel small*

[bowerywilliam]

I feel like everything Joe has done was 100% a response to being with Taylor and her fame and the gossip and not wanting to make a wrong move or say the wrong thing or create a story knowing how it can be for her (hello, 2016). I knows he’s more of an introvert and shy, but he’s not a hermit and he’s hella charming and sounds like he is fun to party with and he’s handsome and we’ve heard the reviews about his skills in bed, so yeah. Lucky London girls.

if i were joe alwyn and i knew there was an entire catalog of songs that vauch for my abilities in bed by the biggest popstar in the world i would simply become a whore and fuck anyone willing 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[anarchicarachnid]

NO WAY that’s you in your profile pic. AND you defend Vaush?? The jokes write themselves.

Write even one joke then bitch. coward bitch. c: what's wrong with my silly snapchat pic? You reek of envy. Also yeah if by defend vaush you mean I said that it's immoral to mock masculine looking cis men for their appearance in lieu of making any arguments for why you dislike them personally, then yep yep, I sure did "defend vauch" or whatever

[friarmusings]

The Stigmata

After Francis’ withdrawal from active ministerial leadership of the friars, he witnessed an inevitable evolution of the religious order, which had grown to over 5,000 brothers in 1223 from the humble beginnings in 1209 of Francis and four companions. The evolution of the Order, necessary on a number of levels, also began to change the life of the fraternity. Francis worried that the Spirit of…

[naomana]

“I’ve done so much for you, don’t you think you owe me?” Henry/Joe please? (๑✪ᆺ✪๑)

Full prompt list here

“I’ve done so much for you, don’t you think you owe me?” Henry/Joe

Tw: non-con elements, sexual coercion, mild abuse and violence

It was seemingly calm evening. The three of them just went over to the cathouse, celebrating the good work they did for Eddie that day. Henry was glad those two vauched for him, and despite not being used to be at the bottom again, it was better than bullet in temple, constant fear over his life or skipping the town. Because that were his options if Joe and Vito decided not to vauch for him, if Eddie didn't decide to bring him in, despite sparing Leo for Vito's sake.

He was very lucky. Everything could have gone so differently, if he'd stay in the hotel just a couple of minutes longer, if he'd say something when he noticed those two or if he decided the feeling of betrayal was too strong to drop it and seek their help. But he shouldn't think about that, because everything worked out just fine.

And he should be fucking happy about it.

That still didn't stop him feeling oddly distant, just sipping on his whiskey, watching those two having fun. Vito just encouraging in conversation with Gina, at least he believed her name was Gina, while Joe was handful down the ginger haired girls panties, making her moan under her breath. He felt rather uncomfortable sitting there. Not that the half-naked girls didn't do anything to him, he was just more private about his business with anyone, even with a paid prostitute.

So seeing Joe throwing his head back, as the second girl swallows him whole, makes him look away with grinding his teeth. He wanted to go home, but unless he wanted to be the centre of their queer jokes, he'll have to bite his tongue and stay quiet. Turning to his own company, encouraging in his own conversation. About anything, even stupid bible was more interesting than Joe's show.

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"Yeah babydoll, that's it." The hair on back of his neck stood up, hearing Joe talking to the girl with breathy, gravelly voice as he finished, finally. Once he was modest again, Henry could turn back around and start conversation with him as well. Despite sometimes feeling uncomfortable in his presence, he had always something to talk about with him, while Vito was rather quiet and usually answered him with one word or hm-ming.

As Joe was getting more drunk, his voice turned into shrill. Loud, obnoxious and really unpleasant to listen to. It was time to go, no doubts about it. He paid for himself, making his way outside so he could enjoy few seconds of fresh air and cigarette smoke, alone, in peace. Moments later, Vito and Joe joined him. Vito, bless his soul, was supporting Joe as the man was too drunk to stand on his own. What a fucking state.

"Guess I'll drive." Said Vito when he was done getting Joe inside the car. "Guess so. You didn't drink much, did you?" Henry finished his cigarette and threw away the rest, sitting down next to Vito.

"I don't drink a lot. Especially not when I have to drive." Vito set of, driving them back to Joe's. Henry just noded his head and looked out of the window. "Yeah, I noticed." He said quietly and was happy to realise he wasn't heard.

Vito parked the car behind the building and looked at sleeping Joe at the back seat. His attention then turned to Henry, whose eyes locked with his.

"Do you.. want me to help him upstairs or..?" He asked, unsure what to do with Joe and Henry shook his head. He didn't mind dragging him upstairs, and he doubted Vito would make it all the way there with him. Joe was on the heavy side and being asleep meant he'd be completely out of it, when he wakes up.

"It's fine. I'll get him. Thanks for the ride Vito." He said sincerely, making Vito chuckle. Like he could let them walk back, especially Joe.

Henry got out and opened the back door, pulling Joe outside and tried to keep him on his feet, unsuccesfully. Joe slided right down, almost dragging Henry with him and Vito turned around to look at them. "Need help?"

"Nah. I'll be fine, I just wasn't expecting his legs to turn into jell-o." He pulled him back on his feet and gathered all his strenght to take him on his shoulders, just like Joe did to him years ago at the destiliry.

"Got him. Have a good night Vito." He said and slowly made his way inside, leaving Vito's 'You too' disappear behind the closed door. Taking Joe upstairs was difficult, he regretted not accepting offered help but his stupid pride wouldn't allow it. He should't need help with trivial thing like taking drunken idiot into his appartment.

Once upstairs, he put Joe on his feet again, leaning him on the wall so he could search him for his keys. Finding couple of things he surely didn't want to find.

Joe Barbaro was the last person he'd take as the safe type, carrying protection for his little 'apparently-not-so-little' friend. He slided the pack back in his inside pocket of his jacket, feeling relieved to find his keys. He quickly unlocked the door and dragged him inside. The plan was just dropping him in the bed and go home, but his little search woke up Joe, who pushed him against the wall and attacked him quicker than he could even realise what was going on.

The rough mans lips brushing against his own were not appaling because it was man, but because it was Joe. Not that he hated Joe, it was his friend. But because it was his friend, that's what made it really tense. He tried to gently push him away, to no effect. When agile hands (how the fuck did he manage to do that when he wasn't able to stand on his own moments ago?) unbuckled his belt and Henry pushed him away a lot stronger, keeping him in safe distance with his hands.

"What. The. Fuck?"

"C'mon Henry. I know you fucking want it." Was all Joe said before pushing his hands away and attacking him again, with a lot more power than before. Henry knew he was strong, maybe even stronger than him, but now? He was drunk, he should be so damn weak. That didn't stop him from trying to stop him, push him away, maybe even smack his jaw once or twice.

But he couldn't because as kind and caring Joe was while sober, that mean and manipulative he could be while drunk. And his next words just made him froze and think.

"I’ve done so much for you, don’t you think you owe me?" He said it because he knew how much he hated being it debt. He knew if anything would pursue him to give into this.. charade, that was it. Manipulative, scheming drunk bastard. His resist was gone, letting Joe push him towards his bed like he was one of his easy girls. He deserved good beating and he will give him one, once he fucking sets the tables clear. He had his experience with guys, never being on the receiving side though.

How difficult could it be? Pain wasn't bothering him, it was Joe's out of character behaviour. Henry didn't think he leaned that way, despite encouraging couple of queer jokes towards his friendship with Vito. Even in his wildest dreams he wouldn't think Joe would ever touch a guy. So getting pushed on his back while his pants were pulled down, yeah maybe it was scaring him a little. Scaring the fact he used his kindness against him. For that exact reason he tried to repay his debts as soon as possible.

He watched the drunkard taking out the pack of condoms, before pulling off his jacket and he had to look away. Clench your jaw and get through it, so you can go home and smack him when he's sober. Just laying there like a plank, letting him do all the work. Why the fuck should he join?

"C'mon. Stop looking like I'm fucking raping you."

"Aren't you?"

Smack. The handprint on his cheek was more and more visible with every second he just stared at Joe, eyes wide open.

"Watch your mouth Henry. You owe me. Now c'mon and move, before I smack you again." He held his hand out, threatening to repeat his abuse and Henry just swallowed the terrible helpless feeling and slowly touched the man, pushing him closer by his pants. The sooner he's happy, the sooner he can go home.

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He took it back, pain was bothering him a lot, since Joe was not exaggerating about his size and wasn't holding back, thrusting into Henry roughly. Sending painful waves through his body. Ruthless pinching on nipples, heartless bites on his skin, especially neck and collarbone. If that's how he treated his girls, no wonder he had to pay them. Or was it because he was drunk? Because it was Henry? What exactly made him so violent? Did he even want to know?

"You're squeezing me.. so tightly." Joe's raspy voice made him look up, seeing his eyes watching him, expecting some kind of response. He must have looked pretty stiff again, because hint of anger ran across Joe's face and Henry moved without thinking, pulling him closer for kiss and muffled, pretended, moan.

"C'mon Henry. Tell me how much you love my cock." Joe encouraged him, pinching his nipples again as Henry let out painful groan, turning his eyes to side. Did he really want him to lie? Was it not obvious how much he did not love his cock? He wasn't even hard, only letting him do it because he felt obliged to so.

"Say it." Joe growled into his ear and almost slided his whole lenght out, before thrusting it back in. This time he hit the right spot, making Henry's dick awaken and he grumbled in frustration, hating the fact his own body was betraying him. It was not supposed to feel good, but as he was more stretched and lubed, it simply happened.

"I love your cock Joe." He said and received another smack. "At least make it sound believable."

"Okay, okay. Just don't slap me again. I r-really love.." Another rough thrust rubbing against his prostate made him gasp, trying to keep his shit together. "Shit. You know I love it, cocky bastard." He knew he'd get smacked again but didn't care at that point. He just wanted to go home and drink himself under the table.

Seconds later he was really smacked and Joe carried with his ruthless abuse of his body.

Took another good 10 minutes before Joe was satisfied, pulling out of him so he could pull off the uncomfortable rubber material and splatter his stomach with his semen, mixing it with Henry's. He just laid there, staring at the ceiling as he tried to process what just happened and how he should feel about it. All while Joe just laid down next to him, wrapping his hand around him in tight snuggle. Utterly confusing evening. He'll never drink with Joe alone again. Ever.

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

444 names markovgenned from french communes and a bunch of english words

Accideaur Actoriana Aisnes Ajaccident Alenau Ambouillé Ambrary Amiennet Andre Angerature Angles Anglessieux Angoulon Antigne Anting Appes Arges Arlevilles Armeilleury Artroux Asnil Assion Assis Atlanspon Aubers Aubersity Auchesnes Audekerque Aulnau Auvelinet Auxerrival Aveyroni Basteration Bezonshing Biarreusot Billaurette Billes Bloissy Bobignac Bobine Bobinson Bobinspeech Boisson Boisy Borde Bouck Boulogy Boulouse Bourne Bournefeuil Bournon Boyfrie Boyfriennes Brandmothe Brangis Breau Brieste Brity Britz Brival Bréteil Brétignan Brévanne Bussac Béthusica Bézières Cabines Cabinsura Cagne Cagneux Cagnole Calain Cannoissy Cantinis Carcq Carquehalon Carquent Caste Castelnay Casteract Cavais Cavaison Cavallieux Centh Cergne Challier Chambersons Chambouis Chambourg Champortuis Chare Charencon Charenne Charent Charles Charlevatou Charpenting Charpieuc Charthe Chault Chaulty Chavignon Chemistère Chiltighway Chois Châlon Château Châtelnau Cigarence Cigarent Claisons Clama Clermans Climategory Cloude Colognition Comme Communel Computer Cormar Cormeil Cormont Corsançon Corseil Cotenay Coubagny Coudzou Coura Couron Court Courthe Creilline D'Armeil D'Aumône D'Auve D'Hère D'Oiseau Dammar Dammarity Datio Dation Deaux Delieu Delos Dieppes Diffitte Distory Dizieu Dorde Drage Draguidance Dramarket Dramartin Drance Dranche Employmes Eneuvers Ermorenche Evelous Eysin Eysinet Eysing Faction Ferregueux Ferror Finique Fiship Fonthusion Fossession Fourbannes Fourg Frenth Fresport Froni Garence Garent Garonnax Geneville Genevilles Genissière Gennes Germandée Girlfrienne Givorse Goney Goussy Graditime Graditimeil Grafficult Graffitte Gration Grenchel Grignan Gueux Guian Guiano Hagues Haguest Halle Hallon Hautea Hauter Hautereath Havremlin Hazebrou Hearanc Houis Hénis Héraulty Héraulx Impes Indré Insection Insur Inville Istract Istry Isères Jalluire Juraguence Jurancenne Jurangis Koungoulogy Kournon Laffee Laffens Lafficult Laffittenay Lagnolet Lament Lande Lanes Lanneux Lauriting Leadelos Lence Lenger Levatourger Lillefrancy Limes Lormans Lormor Louil Lyonne Mader Maintin Maison Malainvest Malais Malon Malonship Mamont Manosquence Mantière Marcasson Marience Mariennes Marigny Maris Maritoir Marity Maron Marticle Martinge Masse Matou Mauronnest Mayer Meaupréau Meaux Memblay Mesnes Metrolluire Metrou Michy Miramarket Montalet Monthusiasm Montique Montmorenon Montmory Montoissy Montpelle Montreux Morban Morsic Mosellieu Moulogne Mulhous Médarde Mérigu Mézier Napoulins Nazair Neventon Niève Nouville Occiterent Orancepth Orancoubaix Orang Orgener Oriestion Orvaulx Ozoireton Palais Parignole Pariteraulx Passinest Passon Pault Paville Percent Perpie Perre Perreusot Pessieu Pianatio Pianation Piers Plaines Plana Poitimeil Poition Polierrity Polle Pontger Pontmor Posses Possés Priorie Puteach Puter Putes Pérignane Quenaveil Quent Queville Quevillonne Queviève Rambraison Rambéry Ration Remines Republay Republayer Rhing Rilleract Rochel Rochelles Rocquehalon Rolet Romain Roubs Rouve Rouvremlins Saine Saines Sannet Sarcassis Sarres Sartin Sartment Savignan Sceaune Schildhood Schirolle Securille Softwarence Softwaret Soissy Somment Sommenton Sotte Soussac Soussy Spection Staigu Sugges Surang Surent Sureton Synthunel Sèvre Sébasis Tampiègne Tasson Teaux Tenay Tente Tentigu Terre Thion Thones Tonnessin Toule Toulogy Toulonship Toulême Tourcourne Tourgoin Tract Trasses Undersançon Unicategory Unity Univers Valenau Valencient Valener Valength Vales Vannecy Vanneuvers Vannion Vauch Vault Vendation Vendé Versancours Verson Vertunive Vignac Vigny Villes Villierre Villon Vince Vitrou Véliarde Vélimaris Wasque Wasquency Wattression Writois Yerre Yvelivet Yvelle Épint Épinte Épintit Étampagne Étampiègne

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Wednesday 24 October 1838

5 ¼

11 35

up by candle light – F63° at 6 am ready at 6 ½ - had to wait for the carriage – off at 6 ¾ - supposed it had been fine – found on going downstairs there was a drizzling rain – a brouillard as the coach called it – the calêche front part of top taken off – stopped chez le loueur to get it put on again – the man very civil – thought there would not be much rain, but owned at last that if he was in my place he would not go - .:. turned back – home again at 7 ¼ - at journal of yesterday from 7 ½ to breakfast at 9 ¼ and sat over it till 10 40 just peeping into Galignanis’ observer of Sunday last – Changed my dress from the Josephine silk (for her to mend the bottom) to my new merinos and sat at my journal and looking into my little account of N. D. des Doms etc. till 3 ¼ when had just written thus far – thoroughly rainy morning till nowabouts and it now seems fair, now at 3 ¼ but not as it had been fair long – I know not – I have scarcely looked up from my books till now – then went to A- and sat talking to her till we went out, straight to the musée, and there from 4 ½ to 5 ½ too dark to distinguish anything – handsome hotel – its last possessor Mr. ............ a great négociant en garance, vin etc.  ruined and bankrupt by the revolution in 1830 – no very valuable pictures but several Vernets etc. nicely arranged and some valuable Roman remains particularly the Roman tombleau with the figure on it of a cumuli chair – returned in the rain, and came in I suppose about 5 ¾ or before – had the master of the hotel to ask him about the Palais des Papes – knows very little about it – no good work published for travellers on the history and antiquities of the town – no hope of fine weather tomorrow – he thinks Miss Agnews’ novel of Geraldine most profound  in the judgment passed on men and opinions – the best book ever written – is busy translating it, and has in hand a history of Avignon, but too much occupied to finish – keeping an hotel not to his mind, but not rich enough to live without it – he staid till our dinner at 6 20 - was cold – dinner at 8 – had Josephine at 9 – before and after sat reading 1 vol. 8vo lent me by our landlord till 10 ‘Chroniques de Vaucluse. Petrarque. par Alphonse Rastoul. Avignon an bureau de l’écho de Vauche. Pairs chez Charles Gosselin, edition 1836 – read the first 42pp. and dipped into the tableau d’Avignon by the same author Avignon. chez Rastoul Imprimeur edition Place prints du boeufs numerous 4 and 5 – Petrarch novellish – in the historic style of Walter Scott – the tableau d’Avignon light reading too light – rainy day fair from about before 3 for a couple of hours then rainy evening F62 ½° now at 10 55 pm

[questionthebox]

Another diary post.

On what white YouTube leftists

Say about “Joe Rogan”

It’s funny to me, that avowed leftists, leftists who present themselves as “professionals”

Don’t clearly see, that “Joe Rogan” is not indicative of a “generic Everyman American”

With “various political impulses”

In that he’s actually just your standard bourgeois cosmopolitan white guy,

They don’t see two things maybe actually a few things,

Joe Rogan is a Californian, a Southern Californian Comedian,

I as a lifelong Southern Californian instantly recognize “what he is” in that I’ve heard people like him my whole life, basically they’re middle class people who’s veneer of “Progressivism” is about Aliens, Drugs, and a weird hard to explain consumerism,

They don’t understand “regionalism” even though this country has always been defined by regionalism, regionalism to white American leftists is a taboo,

Most probably because they carry hilariously “white guilt” even though their “whiteness” is what makes them actually talk about “Joe Rogan” as a thing, they misunderstand him because he’s a Southern Californian Comedian, they don’t understand that culture.

Another thing, YouTube Leftists, including YouTube leftist professors, aren’t “revolutionaries” they are not the builders of socialism, these are people who talk about “socialism” still as something that’s outside of life and in effect how they talk “socialism” is of it still as a framework of metaphysics and stats and data,

I’ve been reading Mao of late, a real revolutionary, and in his writings I find “socialism as action”

YouTube leftists are wasting people’s times, any time not spent being a revolutionary is not good, every day should be used for revolution, why it’s not, why me saying this would be criticized is this,

1. Racism & Consumer culture,

Racism is still in tact with white YouTube leftists who are the gate keepers of “talk” they’ll never put forth a voice, that’s actually telling people to go take control of your towns,

The thick layer of consumer reality, acts as a fog, here towards leftists in that they themselves still believe socialism is weak so they engage in the consumer culture themselves as a way of “action” but starting a magazine like Jacobin rather then, taking over your town, by running socialists for local office, then taking over the police station and school boards, where you can actually create new, and run the old structures they never do, which is why that guy who runs Jacobin said to Krystal Ball & Kyle Kalinsky that “we are still weak” who’s we ? The left ? Who thinks like that? Don’t you want to win ? I would never think like that even if it was true,

These leftists, act like we don’t have to go and in effect preach socialism like the apostles preached Christianity, tell me how the fuck do Jesus small group of followers, go and spread something that’s taken over the whole planet,

Because they don’t want to.

I’m watching Ben Burgis who I like, but now I see he’s fat for a reason, I’m watching his conversation with “Vauch” and he gets Ben to admit that he’s a “Rad-Lib” because Ben says “I believe in market socialism” and “then” and he says this in a imaginary tone, he says “then hopefully over time we can get to a fully automated communism”

And I’m like WTF could you be more white ?

Of course you don’t believe in any “action”

Your a fat white “Marxist professor” with a job, your position is secure, which is why your leftism is on YouTube. 

[vauchinfotech-blog]

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[la-widxwmaker]

Just point her staff to your belly and press some buttons. I'm sure it'll work

"Let me go find where I put it..." Widowmaker disappeared for a few minutes and then came back with her dusty staff. She pointed it at her belly and started hitting the myriad of buttons on it. "Oh la vauche, where could this button be... wait! If I hit it, does everyone I have ever eaten come back?"

[la-formidxble]

@butcher-of-monsters aimé pour un démarreur!

"Oh, la vauche!" Fiora said as she pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers, looking away in disgust. "What has become of my home country? Do they let just anyone in now?" She asked loudly upon viewing the new visitor to Demacia. "We used to have the standards, but now they must have been thrown out the window!"

[abysscronica]

Gonna get straight to the point here Lol

How do you handle writing lemon\spice\smuty scenes?

And how do you write fighting scenes, I'm unsure on how I would describe and write it out, thus my lack of vocabulary also, are there any tips or things that should be known when writing fighting scenes?

Hey, thank you for the questions!

Ahaha, I'm not sure I'm the right person to answer this, because I'm in no way an expert in any of those. Especially the fighting scenes, they're always a struggle to me and they don't come easy at all.

I had/have the same problem you face: lack of vocabulary, then everything feels very repetitive.

There is one thing that for sure will help you though, as it helped me and I would vauch it always works, and it's reading many of these scenes from other (good) writers.

It doesn't matter it's a fanfiction or not, as long as it's a well written sex or fight scene, it will widen your vocabulary and give you a lot of inputs.

I would also suggest to vary, check out how many different writers do it, so you don't end up "copying" a particular style, but you build up your skills to define your own.

For me personally fighting sections are harder than lemons, because you cannot rely on metaphors and similitudes as much, and introspection is normally less important (then again, it depends on how you want to go about lemons).

I don't know if there are other more practical/efficient techniques, if you find them out, please let me know as well. 😂