academic besties chaotic genius barty “i got 12 owls without breaking a sweat” crouch jr and eccentric thinker pandora “i dabble in experimental magic for fun” lovegood
"sue? can i call you sue? —right, susan," he corrected himself when the concierge sent an unamused look his way. "susan," he repeated himself to let her know that he understood she meant business. "there must be a mistake. we should have two rooms, under garrett graham? or maybe john logan. we're close personal friends of dean di laurentis." was it wrong to exploit your friend to get further in life? maybe. did garrett and logan care? no. they were shameless. and it's not like this hurt dean at all. financially or otherwise. he lifted his gaze, saw the sign on the wall and corrected their friend dean's name. "dean heyward di laurentis." it probably helped to actually say the name that he shared with the plaza. susan didn't look convinced, and garrett was pretty sure he heard the concierge mutter something under her breath about how everyone was friends with mr. heyward. he looked over his shoulder for help, but logan just held up his phone with a shrug, letting him know dean didn't answer.
"i see no mention of mr. heyward, but there is one room for mr. and mr. graham. it's a king suite, so you and your husband will be very comfortable." this had to be a fucking joke. dean was fucking with them. this was revenge for all the pink taking over their house, he knew it. he could feel it in his bones. garrett didn't have the funds for another room ( not until his birthday ) and logan couldn't afford a place in a hotel called a plaza . . . so a single bed it was. he rubbed a hand down his face and didn't bother correcting the concierge. hell, he didn't know if she was serious or just being a little shit. probably the latter. "we'll take it," he conceded, glancing over his shoulder to shrug at an approaching logan. ten minutes later they were walking into their suite. "i'm not a cuddler," he informed, only half kidding, but really, he was just trying to make light of the frustrating turn of events. garrett loved logan more than anything, but damn. he was kind of hoping he could at least face time his girlfriend.
love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking
I want to be corrupted into a total sex obsessed freak sooooo bad. I want to be forced to get horny from literally everything. Stick household objects in me. Make me hump shoes and bags and clothes. Make me finger myself anytime I talk on the phone. Make me rub my pussy juices on all of my things. Make me watch porn at work. Make me always keep an earbud in so I can listen to girls getting fucked streamed 24/7. Keep a dildo in me anytime I use my computer. Make me sexualize every nonsexual thing in my life. I want to be completely perverted.
If you want to automate your home a bit, but you don't want any "smart" tech, you can just buy remote controlled power sockets instead
They are a lot cheaper and easier to set up and use than some home automation smart tech nonsense
They don't need an app (but some models come with optional apps and there are apps that are compatible with most of these)
Many of them use the 433mhz frequency to communicate, which makes most models compatible with each other, even if they are from different manufacturers
The tech has been around for a long time and will be around for a long time to come
You don't have to put any fucking corporate listening devices like an amazon echo in your home