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chvnnie · 2 years

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Channie Doesn’t Know

seo changbin x reader

part 1/8 - come on fuck me emo boy. find the playlist here

word count: 3.2k

genre: smut, teeny bit of fluff - MINORS DNI

warnings: ah fuck here we go / rock star changbin, smoking, cheating, unprotected sex (do better), bin’s a bit mean, biting, blood (just a teeny bit), marking, biting, bruising exhibitionism, crying, pet names: princess, slut, dirty talk. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: the greatest mistake changbin has ever made.

a/n: stating the obvious here, but i don’t condone cheating. this was fun to write, and hopefully it will be fun to read, but i’m begging you not to cheat on anyone ever. anyway, i’m v excited to kick off this series with changbin and hope it lives up to your expectations! pls send all of the feedback, i’m so excited for you to go on this journey with me <333

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents seo changbin as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

series taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @fthan, @chaitae-bae, @cloudyybinin, @lix001

Changbin never believed in mistakes. To him, everything in his life had some sort of purpose - there was no such thing as a bad choice. He did what he felt was right, and never once has he been wrong.

It was the heaviest storm September has ever seen. The puddles on the streets were deep, and Changbin watched the crowd outside the venue continually sink their feet in the murky water. Docs covered in mud, wet denim sticking to legs. He was grateful to be hidden under the alley walkway, dry and warm.

His head was resting on the cool, damp brick, cigarette hanging between his lips as he lazily attempted to light it. The wind kept catching the flame, blowing it out before it was fully developed. The lack of nicotine grew increasingly more irritating, distracting him from the loud slam of the alleyway door.

“Need a hand?”

Changbin slowly turned to the owner of the voice, mouth dropping just enough for the cigarette to roll out and into a puddle to be whisked away.

That was his last one.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, throwing his head against the wall enough for it to sting slightly. “Not anymore.”

Water splashed under your boots as you approached him, Changbin watching out of the corner of his eye. The sounds of water pattering on the asphalt was the only noise, followed by the familiar click of a lighter.

A cold hand gripped his chin, tugging it gently in your direction. With a smirk on your face, you took the cigarette from your lips and slipped it in between his. The combination of the burning tobacco and the cool of your touch made Changbin’s head spin, eyes threatening to flutter shut.

He took a long inhale, holding it for longer than necessary before blowing the smoke out in your face. When it cleared, he found himself staring at your lips - red and slightly parted, more tempting than the stick that was in between his.

“Better?” You had asked, pulling his eyes and thoughts away from your lips.

He smirked before offering the cigarette to you, studying the way your lips wrapped around the end of it.

“Much.”

The two of you shared the cigarette, smoking it down to the very end before tossing the bud on the ground. Changbin watched as you stepped on it, flattening it down before kicking it in the direction of the other littered cigarette ends.

“Another?”

Changbin was mesmerized by you. The way you had your hair pushed back, jaw clenched as you lit the second cigarette. Then it was the way you exhaled, the white smoke disappearing into the evening rain. At one point, you had leaned into him, passing the stick along, and the smell of your perfume overwhelmed him. Floral, rosey, warm. The opposite of the heavy smoke that hung between you two.

Tobacco had never eased him like your presence had.

The second cigarette was gone within a blink, bud falling and meeting the same fate as the first. “As much as I’d love to share another, I need to go in.” You said, glancing at your watch.

“Nah, go. Thanks for sharing.”

You looked up at him, smile slowly fading. “Wait…” He watched your eyes narrow in on his lips, and he felt his breathing screech to a halt as you leaned in. He hoped you couldn’t see the way his hands were shaking, or the slight tremble of his lips.

Changbin had never kissed somebody in the rain before, though he had always wanted to. It was a cheesy fantasy, but one that he could never shake. He wanted the feeling of warm lips against his in the cold rain, bodies tingling with a lethal combination of anticipation and bone chilling cold. His skin rose as you got closer, and he found himself leaning into your movements.

Right as the tip of your nose brushed against his, you stopped. He breathed you in; tobacco and rose and mint. A smell so unique, one that he swore he would never forget.

Soft fingers touched his chin for the second time that evening. His eyes fluttered shut, body already beginning to chill.

He felt your thumb press against his bottom lip, the pressure growing by the second. Instinct told him to open his mouth, to take you in. But he didn’t. Not yet. He wanted to know your next move.

The thumb on his lip moved to the right, tugging on it as you swiped once, then twice. Changbin opened his eyes just as you moved your head back to look at him. You placed the same thumb that was just on his lip in your mouth, lips forming around it as you sucked before popping it out.

“Had a bit of me on you.” The thumb pulled on your bottom lip, smearing the red lipstick down your chin.

Lipstick. All you were doing was wiping lipstick off his lips, and it had him harder than he had ever been before. It was just fucking lipstick.

But, was it? Or was that just his breaking point?

Manners be damned. Changbin grabbed your face, stumbling out from under the walkway just a bit to fall into the rain. Your lips collided against his, tongues hungrily pressing into each other. He pulled you into the rain with him, slamming your body against the brick wall of the venue. Your moans echoed in his mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

No time was wasted. Lips never left each other. Your hands worked on his belt while his fell to your pants, shoving them down just enough to let him slip inside you.

He’ll never forget the way you felt around him for the first time. The warmth of your kisses and walls rivaling the ice of the rain and wind. Your hair stuck to your face and his, molded together in every way possible. Changbin didn’t even know you, didn’t even know your name, yet here he was - ramming himself into you in a pale evening light. Where anyone could see.

Maybe it was the way you held his hand, bringing it up to your throat and encouraging him to grasp it. Or maybe it was the way you begged him, “baby” falling from your lips over and over as your climax approached. It could also have been the way the brick wall cut his hand after he had placed it there to brace himself. It could have been a number of things, but all Changbin knew was now that he’s had you, he would never let you go.

Changbin didn’t believe in mistakes.

He didn’t understand the weight that came with fucking you in an empty alleyway.

It wasn’t until the two of you snuck back inside the venue, giggling as your clothes dripped onto the vinyl flooring that he realized maybe mistakes were real.

And maybe you were one.

“Hey!” A friendly voice called. A voice that always brought Changbin warmth, always made him feel safe in a way no other friend had. He looked up to see his blonde friend making his way over to the two of you, smiling to greet Changbin-

Wait. No?

Chan walked up to you, laughing as he brushed the hair plastered to your face back. “You’re soaked. Get caught in the rain?”

You smiled sweetly at him, leaning into the warmth of his touch. “What gave it away?”

Chan’s nose scrunched as he smiled at you, then he did something that made Changbin’s stomach turn.

He leaned in, taking you into his arms as he kissed you just as Changbin had moments ago. He heard your muffle laughs against Chan’s lips, watched as you tried to squirm away.

“You're going to get wet!”

He was going to vomit.

As if noticing him for the first time, after the kiss was broken, Chan looked up at Changbin. “Damn, you both got it pretty bad. What were you doing out there, anyway? It’s been a mess all day.”

You looked back at Changbin, eyes flashing with warning as you stared at him, awaiting his answer.

No, he really was going to throw up. Right here, in front of his friend and his best friend’s new girlfriend, who he just fucked like an animal.

His mouth was dry, hands shaking so bad that he was hoping Chan would believe he was just cold. “Just bummed a cig. That’s all.” His voice was raspy, unstable as he lied to his friend.

Then you bit your lip, smiling at Changbin in satisfaction, and he realized he would lie over and over for you just to feel your body against his again.

That’s what he was doing now. Lying to Chan for maybe the fifth time this week alone as he had you bent over in the back of the equipment van.

The van was cold, snow piling up on the front windows and getting thicker as the clock ticked on. Changbin tore every article of clothing off of you the second you shut the sliding door behind you, nails scratching into the hickeys Chan had left on your back nights ago.

At first, Changbin would worry about the marks on your back or shoulders - Chan’s claim on you. How recent were they? Did he believe Changbin’s marks were his own? Could he tell the difference?

Now, it was a game to him. Counting the bruises, daring to add more and more each time. It was almost as if he wanted Chan to find out about the two of you and what you did when he wasn’t around. How easily you fell to your knees for Changbin, how quickly your legs would spread.

He would never tell his friend, but the marks might, and that made Changbin more determined to lie for you. Even if it meant betraying the one person he knew trusted him completely.

Changbin didn’t notice how hard he was scratching until your back arched, a cry filling the van.

“Fuck, Bin.” You threw your head back, panting as you spoke. “Do it again.”

The skin was raised, purple with the threat of breaking, and yet here you were, begging him for more.

And who would he be to deny you?

He raked his nails down your back again, using his other to grasp your hair and keep your head up as he dragged his nails down your spine. “Like that? Like when I hurt you like this?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Just give me more-“

Changbin pulled you up by your hair, back slamming against his chest and sticking to it with your combined sweat. “More? You want more?” He thrusted into you harder, scratching around to your stomach and dropping lower. “You’re so fucking greedy, you know that? You get my cock and Chan’s whenever you want it, and he doesn't even know. What’s next? Going to cry to Ji for his after I fill you up?”

You chuckled, head falling onto his shoulder. He loved the way you looked like this, eyes shut and drool slowly dripping out of your mouth. So fucked out and in complete bliss. “Maybe I will. What will you do about it, huh? I’m not even yours.”

I’m not even yours.

The words bounced around his brain, bruising every corner they hit and making his body ache. It was true - you weren’t his. He was very aware of that. But to even think about it for more than three seconds made his chest ache, heart falling into the depths of his stomach.

He didn’t know who he hated more - you for making him feel this way, him for falling for you, or Chan for getting to be with you.

Fresh anger coursed through his veins as he pushed out of you, your whines from the sudden withdrawal only pissing him off more. Changbin sat on the floor of the van, back against the back doors. He grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap and flipping you around before he rammed himself back into you.

You cried out at the intrusion, throwing your head back in pleasure. Changbin took the opportunity to attack your neck, biting all over the pure, untainted skin.

Maybe Chan would know now. Maybe he needed to know.

“Changbin-“ Your words were unstable, syllables breaking as you tried to speak. “No. Can’t-“

“Why?” He growled, biting the side of your neck harder. It had to hurt, the way he was pulling at your skin. But he couldn’t find it in him to care; you had hurt him too much, it was only fair he got to return the favor. “I think it’s time Channie knows who fucks you better than he ever could.”

The van was squeaking with Changbin’s movements, shaking as he slammed harder into you. He continued to bite around your neck, your hands cupping his face to keep him there. It was disgusting, the way he smirked when you grabbed him. For once, he got to win, even if Chan would never know.

One of your hands traveled behind his head to grip his hair while the other found your clit, circles rubbed in time with Changbin’s thrust. “Fuck. Love when you fuck me.”

Changbin gave no response, too busy biting on you hard enough to finally break the skin. The metallic tang of blood coated his tongue, moaning at the warm feeling of it. He left the bruise to find your lips, sticking his tongue in your mouth immediately to give you a taste.

Whether your moans were from how he fucked you, or the amount of pain he continued to inflict on you, Changbin didn’t care. He never would care, so long as he was the one wrecking you.

Breaking the kiss, two fingers found the underside of your chin, tilting your head back gently. He moved your head side to side, studying the constellation of bruises. “Fucking gorgeous.” He whispered, thrusts slowing just a bit as you began to clench around his cock tighter. “My pretty little pain slut, all marked up for me.”

A gasp left your lips, lifting your hips just a bit only to slam back down on him. Changbin could reach parts you never knew existed; he was aware of that, as you had told him in a hushed whisper when he took you in a dressing room shower before a show. He made you tingle in ways that burned so good, toes curling and body shaking any time he hit those spots. It’s where he was hitting now, your entire body threatening to shatter as he fucked you closer to your end.

“Binnie.” You whined, clashing with his lips again. He favorite thing about fucking you? The way you always, always kissed him before you came. It’s what made him think you might love him the way he loves you. “Close.”

The fingers on your chin moved down to wrap around your throat. “Never have to ask.” Changbin mumbled, slowing down just a bit to ensure he kept hitting your favorite spot. “Always allowed to cum around me, princess.”

Your eyes flutter shut, letting yourself give into the bliss. Changbin hissed as the way you clenched him tighter, his orgasm threatening to break free. He wouldn’t let it - no, it was his rule with you. He would make you cum a million times before he even considered cumming at all. He didn’t give a fuck about himself, only you.

It’s always been only you.

Your sharp cry almost drowned out the muffled ringing of your phone. The two of you froze, listening to the shrill tone fill the stuffy space.

“Ignore it.” You mumbled, lifting your hips up to get things started again.

But this was an opportunity Changbin couldn’t pass up.

He reached behind you, hand diving into your bag to fish out the phone. Once he found it, he held it in the space between you two. Your expressions couldn’t be more opposite; Changbin smiling wickedly, eyes wide with excitement while you shrunk, a worried expression painting your face.

His thumb hovered over the answer button, looking you dead in the eyes. “Behave.” His command was sharp, and he gave you no time to answer before confirming the call.

“Baby?” At the sound of Chan’s voice, Changbin started to move again. “Been trying to get a hold of you for a bit. Everything okay?”

Your eyes welled with tears, riling Changbin up even more. He bit his lip to hold in his laugh, slowly deepening his thrusts. “Ye-yeah. ‘M good. Just-“ You pressed your lips together, silencing the gasp you almost released. “-Just been a bit busy.”

“Okay, good. I was getting a bit worried.” He sounded so relieved, so quick to believe your lies. His friend had always been a bit too trusting. “Are you coming out tonight?”

Changbin leaned into your chest, mouth forming around your nipple to suck and bite. He looked up at you, watching as you winced in pleasure. It was a bit sadistic, how much this made Changbin lose his mind. He should feel bad - after all, you are his best friend’s girlfriend.

But he didn’t really give a fuck, not when he could make you fall apart without even trying.

“Of course.” The tears were flowing now, dripping down your chin. Changbin’s free hand found your clit, teasing it as you spoke. “Getting dressed now.”

“Great! I’m so excited to see you. I actually wanted to talk to you about-“

Chan trailed on, the two of you unable to focus on what exactly he was saying. Changbin pulled off your nipple and muted the call. Once silenced, you finally cried out.

“Binnie, please hang up. Can’t-can’t-��

He rolled his eyes, thumb moving quicker. “Shut up.” His cock rammed into you, the pleasure overwhelming. “Cum now, with Chan on the phone, or we’re done.”

The threat was empty - he could never leave you - but fuck, the way your tears fell faster and whines grew louder was too fucking hot. You nodded quickly, agreeing with him before you unmuted the call, Chan still rambling on.

“-so I think mid set would be a good time for that. What do you think?”

“So-sounds good.” Your breathing was heavier, legs shaking around Changbin. “It’ll be good.”

“You think?” His tone was so sincere, truly valuing your bullshit opinion. “Well, what about this? So-“

Changbin hissed as you clenched around him, not bothering to slow down. You searched for his lips, finding them just as you broke, drenching Changbin’s lower body in your essence as you came hard. He allowed himself to moan quietly against your lips, rocking into you more as he chased his high.

Chan was still talking as you both finished. Changbin’s head fell against your shoulder, muffling his heavy breaths against your neck as he attempted to come down.

“I just wanted to tell you that.” God, his voice was so annoying right now. Why did Changbin even answer the call? “I do have to run. Changbin should be here soon with the equipment, but I’ll see you later, okay?”

At the sound of his name, Changbin looked up to find you staring down at him. “ ‘Kay.”

“I love you.” Chan said.

Your eyes never left Changbin’s. Black tears stained your cheeks, blood drying on your neck, sweating making your hair stick to your forehead. It wasn’t the most ideal moment; post sex with your boyfriend on the phone, but Changbin would swear you had never looked more beautiful in that moment.

The moment you locked your eyes with him, no longer speaking to Chan.

“I love you.”

©: chvnnie 2022

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fabuloustrash05 · 6 months

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Alright for the TMNT ask:

24, 7, 8 and I guess 9

Turtle Asks!

7) Favorite really obscure character?

I guess those girl scouts that work for Cassandra. They are a menaces to society and I wanna know their stories.

8) Favorite villain/antagonist?

I just think he's neat.

9) If you could change one thing about TMNT, what would it be?

I'm gonna do one for each show I've seen so far:

TMNT 2012 - Remove the entire Leo x Karai romance subplot. I'd change it that there's no romantic connection between them and instead when he first meets her, Leo only wants to hang out with Karai not because he likes her but because she gives him a sense of freedom and rebellion after being stress from being leader. Evenually Leo starts feeling like he knows Karai from somewhere, but everyone assumes he's just developing feelings for her, which is he insist that isn't the case. Once all the Turtles meet Karai they all start getting that same feeling as Leo when around Karai, as if they've known her their entire lives. This "feeling" is their familiar/sibling bond and the reason they "know her" is because they always heard stories from Splinter about Miwa, unknowingly to them, they are with Miwa!

ROTTMNT - I'd add in more classic TMNT characters to the show, specifically I'd bring in Mona Lisa (her and Raph would have a little slow burn side plot with her being in love with him but he's oblivious), Venus de Milo (who is Big Mama's assistant and the Turtles long lost sister, since the writer's confirmed there were more Turtles who were left behind), Renet (who'd be a time wizard in the under ground city), Mondo Gecko (a wanna be pro skater who gets mutated, it just be nice to give the Turtles more guy friends), and maybe Slash (who could be another long lost sibling).

TMNT 1987 - I'd just give Mona Lisa another episode. That's all I wanted in 87! Was that too much to ask?!

24) Roast your favorite character (affectionate)

*long regrettable sigh...*

Girl could do so much better than Raph but she settled for that Earth mutant trash! If she was smart she'd leave her dumbass bf! Also she looks like a rejected Pokémon design!

#I'm so sorry Mona baby I love you <3 #my-name-is-bunnyfoxy #asks #answered #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt 1987 #tmnt mona lisa #lord dregg #cassandra jones

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decaying-words · 25 days

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Venus in Furs

All chapters Edward Nigma x Reader • 18+ Explicit • 2.7k words TW & tags: Body hair, body worship AO3 • All my stories

"A pleasure foreign and unknown, I believe, one that frightens him as much as it burns him, this scorching desire to be worshiped in a way he never dared to intellectualize or even rationalize, too primal and vulgar for his status, but always dreamed of, secretly, underneath his complex neural system, where his most carnal designs rest, neglected and ignored."

Venus in Furs

Edward sighs profoundly, suffering a heartache no one can really understand the nature of, contemplating his multitude of screens as if he were a firefly during the midsummer night, too captivated by the foreign lights to decide whether they could be harmful or not. A green inferno licks his marble pallor, giving him a look reminiscent of a deity, otherworldly and unreachable; his forehead lays heavy against his closed fist, body slumped on his throne, defeated and discouraged.

Is there a sight more painful, I wonder, when his eyes, usually so bright and expressive, remain still on the ground while his lips, thin and chapped, twist in anguish and disappointment. I need not to ask what happened, for I can easily piece it together; through the screens, the once carefully and meticulously crafted room is now thrashed and broken, chaotic and desecrated. Splinters of green glass lay limp on the ground, last remains of a spoiled and ruined trophy. It is without a doubt the doing of a man who has not an ounce of sensibility; a bull, grotesque and cruel, who took great satisfaction, I’m sure, in the destruction of Edward’s art. I do not say his name, as it angers him; only he does, although always with violence, contempt and fury.

In fact, I try not to make a single noise, for it would no doubt disturb his thoughts; the Riddler’s brain never ceases to gallop in the grandiose lands of his intellect, and I sense that already he is plotting his new masterpiece.

We haven’t talked about last time’s incident, I suspect he prefers it that way. I notice, however, that he looks at me more often now; a development that brings me immense joy. At night, when my fingers are quick and my breath is hitching, I drink the memories of his broken moans and the taste of his semen on my tongue. I wonder if he thinks of me also, I wonder if he looks back at that time with pleasure and fondness, or, on the contrary, with fear and disgust. It is hard to tell what really is on his mind, impenetrable and undecipherable, especially with his mercurial demeanor, as if ardently occulting his most intimate emotions.

I do not believe for an instant that he bears the same tenderness and adoration as I do, and I would be foolish to mistake his pity for care; yet, my heart sings all the same as with a lover when in his presence, simply lucky and grateful to assist him in his dream.

His fingers, covered in dust and paint, nervously drum on the metal of his desk, betraying an internal conflict that I regret not knowing intimately. Instead, my demure eyes stare at the muscles working in his throat, tensing the skin and revealing a perfect Adam’s apple.

The thin flesh adorns a capricious stubble, uneven tones made of beige, blue and rosy hues, and sinuous patterns of wrinkles forged with age. Following the contours of his sternum, I observe his exposed chest, the hair there viciously dark in stark contrast to his milky skin, moving at the measure of his agitated breath. A salty veil of sweat makes his skin glow eerily under the artificial light, not dissimilar to honey covering the fur of a wild beast. There is a palpable shame that knots my stomach when my mind wanders to darker places where passion and adoration collide and break, creating a sinful and unsatisfied need.

In a similar manner, his toned arms are covered in the same opaque yet more sparse, more delicate hair; when his muscles roll beneath his skin it looks like the waves of a beaming ocean. There is no doubt in my mind that his hair must feel thick and coarse on the touch, coated in the grime and dirt of his workshop, caked with soot and sweat from his diaphoretic efforts. I feel an obsessive growth in my soul, similar to the bud of a depraved fruit, a reprehensible desire to sink my fingers in the wooly locks and smell their perfume until it is all I can feel and think of.

When I accidentally clear my throat a bit too loudly for the quasi silent room, he turns his face to me, almost surprised, as if not expecting my presence. I believe my capacity to conceal myself is a quality he appreciates, or perhaps does he simply not care enough to notice when I’m around. The thought upsets me. I wear a timid smile on my face, my posture impeccably straight, hands clasped together and resting on my stomach in a submissive position reminiscent of a dog waiting for permission to move. He furrows his brow, a glimpse of discomfort in his eyes, as he massages his forehead. He opens his mouth, visibly about to say something, but decides otherwise, changes his mind and looks away; there is so much hurt and discouragement on his face. My smile falters.

He doesn’t have the right to take away his light, I think to myself. He doesn’t have the right to mock and humiliate the Riddler, to disrespect everything that he represents and ruin his design. How dare he . My jaw clenches, apoplectic with the certainty that Gotham doesn’t deserve him, his creativity, his talent; at times, I am quite convinced that only I fully grasp his importance; a thought that gives me both satisfaction and disarray.

Edward looks in the horizon, as if lost, sighing once more, chest sinking and gaze dull; I wonder, is he feeling insecure right now, is he doubting himself? My heart grows heavy with the foolish desire to cup his face and comfort him like one would with a lover; but my lover he is not, and I know that the intimate touch would be most inappropriate.

His fatigued form is sunken in the large armchair with the grandiose limpness of a cadaver; his legs are spread widely in disinterest while his elbows are resting on the arms of his throne with a hand almost completely occulting his eyes in a dramatic manner. His position and the raw anguish it exhales is not dissimilar to a somber painting from the Caravaggio, heavy and powerful in nature, yet utterly heartbreaking and so humane. It is hard to consider him a man amongst other men when everything about him screams of a God, and how does one even comfort a God, I ask myself. Two beaming emeralds interrogate me silently, his intense gaze giving my heart frantic tremors. He cannot understand you, I murmur. Not like I do, I confess.

“You? Understand me?” He cocks a brow and inspires loudly, a taunting inflection in his venomous words; there is an arrogant fire in his eyes, one that seems to mock me and my feelings. He knows that I do not mind his insult, nor do I fear his humiliation; but he has yet to realize how loyal and devoted I truly am. Perhaps will he care more then, knowing that I am an unbreakable toy; perhaps will he show vulnerability and find in me someone he can trust, if he cannot love –anyone else but himself, that is.

I assume a position he’s already been acquainted with once before, kneeling between his legs. His demeanor shifts slightly, the muscles in his jaw relaxing, as if now familiar with what is about to happen to him, even though the same certainty isn’t clear to me. There is a subtle flush tinting his cheeks, I am unsure whether it is out of discomfort, shyness or arousal. It could be all of them at the same time.

“I don’t need your help, I don’t need this…” he spits, justifying himself from an unknown and imaginary accusation of weakness. I know, I say. You allow me. He smirks, satisfied with my answer, comforted in my submissive nature, which he seems to be particularly fond of. His entire body seems to ease slightly, his legs spreading wider to better accommodate my weaker form, an expectant look on his face. He’s changed since the first time; he seems more eager to receive, more detached also. There is in his demeanor a visceral need to regain control, to forget tonight’s complete humiliation and feel anew again. I expected as much. I can give him the balmy reassurance his aching ego so desperately craves, the soothing attention his bruised pride so voraciously demands.

My hands run over his clothed thighs, carefully considering my next action. There is an evident possibility, an obvious answer that comes to me akin to Pavlov’s dog, my mouth watering in an organic reaction to my thoughts; but I refuse to be a passive tool that will bore him. I need to show, and prove to him that I am the best follower, the only one he needs, the only one worthy of his time. There is a shameful glimpse of hope beneath the surface; a yearning desire to be held and considered, to feel unique in his eyes. Am I being too greedy, I wonder?

My trembling fingers hold the hem of his dirty, torn and ruined beater as if akin to some precious silk and not a disgusting rag; his expression is one of amusement and curiosity as he observes my pensive gaze. He cocks a brow when I lift the wrecked fabric, uncovering his stomach; finely toned underneath a small and fatigued pouch betraying his age, the skin is covered in sweat, grime, and, oh! more of his exquisite dark hair. I sense his quizzical gaze upon me as I approach my face, smelling his natural essence, lost in the miasm of filth it’s been soaking in all day long. It’s strong and salty, a humid stench from his intense labor, one that makes my legs shiver and my sex pulsate with a well known desire and appetite. I press a chaste kiss on his hairy stomach, feeling his coarse hair tickling the thin flesh of my lips as I taste his filth. His skin is warm and soft, dipping graciously when my mouth brushes against it, my nose sinking in the ocean of his glistening fur and inhaling his acrid scent, too tempting not to taste and absorb. My desire for him is philosophical, spiritual and carnal; and I would be foolish to miss an opportunity to express and confess my intimate affection.

His eyes widen in surprise, and perhaps something close to arousal when he sees my tongue, red and glistening, parting my lips and lapping his burning skin. I notice the way he shivers when I draw a path amongst the dark fur of his stomach with the tip of my appendage, the sensation clearly foreign and confusing to him. Holding entire strands of hair between my lips, I suck pearls of sweat and filth; it tastes awfully salty and acidic, and smells just as strongly. My head spins, drowning in his distinctive scent, intoxicated with the sensation of his fur on my wet organ; warmth and pleasure build up in my guts when I catch him sigh softly in surprise when my tongue brushes a particularly sensitive part of his lower belly.

His grip on the arm of his throne turns knuckle white, his gaze heavy with lust and desire, yet I wonder what exactly overwhelms him so; is it my submissive position, kneeling between his legs akin to a dog begging for its master? Is it the complete and total control and power he has over me without even trying? Is it having his body in its integral form, in its most intimate and purest shape, worshiped and desired? All I know is that he hisses through his teeth at each flick of my tongue, and exhales loudly when I bury the appendage in his navel, where the taste is stronger and his hair rolls in my mouth.

Propping myself up on my knees, my mouth leaves a trail of burning kisses over his stomach, lifting his beater revealing his aging chest, the flesh soft and tender, and covered in swirled fur; a thick forest with two rosy fruits where his nipples are, erected and beaming under the artificial light. I stare at them through half lidded eyes before my glassy eyes sink into his, curious, uncomfortable and viciously aroused; a pleasure foreign and unknown, I believe, one that frightens him as much as it burns him, this scorching desire to be worshiped in a way he never dared to intellectualize or even rationalize, too primal and vulgar for his status, but always dreamed of, secretly, underneath his complex neural system, where his most carnal designs rest, neglected and ignored.

With the finesse of a feather, my trembling fingers reach for his pectoral muscles, delicately defined with effort and softened with age, caressing the coarse hair under his encouraging but still timid hums. His breath hitches deliciously when I kiss the plush flesh, finding his velvety nipples and feeling them with the pads of my fingers. When my mouth closes around an hardened bud, Edward chokes a noise akin to one a wounded animal would make; it’s organic and devastating, and only fuels my own feverish desire, sucking lovingly on his sensitive fruit, nibbling the flesh tenderly and rolling the other between my fingers. His hand is hesitant when it slips his fingers in my hair, pressing my head closer to his chest; a quiet plea that I immediately answer with a renewed passion, merciful and infatuated.

My body rolls languidly, hands roaming over his burning flesh, while my tongue laps his grime covered chest; the taste is acrid and feels sticky in my throat, the coarse hair drenched in salty sweat that I swallow and mow like a starved animal in the Heavenly Garden, and oh his taste is divine, reminiscing of the Earth, the life pumping in his veins, the boiling hormones that make him so real, so human, so perfect and real under my touch. His scent is primal, raw and caustic, shooting tremors in my thighs, pheromones that make my cunt flutter and clench on the cruel emptiness of my womb.

My hand grips his thigh, body aquiver with lust and desire, crude moans muffled in his flesh when his fingers grab my hair, pulling then pushing, unable to make up his mind; terrorized of the foreign and agonizing pleasure I give him but incapable of fighting his carnal urges. He groans, animalistic and bestial, when my teeth bite his collarbones, free hand sinking in the wooly hair of his stomach; and I feel him shiver, high pitched and strangled sobs in his throat, when my tongue, flat and balmy, licks the last drop of sweat off his pectoral muscles.

My body rolls like a snake, sensual and inviting, while my lips, burning and swollen, kiss every inch of his torso; his face turns crimson red, eyes rolled in the back of his skull, overwhelmed and inebriated. Sinking back on the floor, my intent is obvious, dragging the tip of my tongue lower, caressing the rim of his navel, drawing swirls on his lower stomach, jerking and flipping, until his strong hands stop me in a frenzy, removing his belt in a sudden fervor, a string of loud curses breaking his throat until he releases his throbbing cock, red, angry and so perfect, that he pumps viciously and with no particular rhythm, no more than a couple of times until, finally, in a broken moan, in a last tremor, his orgasm comes, devastating, cruel and overpowering; long ropes of hot cum spurting on my face, my chin, my throat, without a warning and without ceremony.

I pant heavily, fingers scooping and collecting his milky semen that I swallow greedily, my glassy eyes looking for his approval, and, dare I say, his affection. To my dismay, his gaze is panicked and distressed, body tense and eyebrows knitted in anguish. In a sudden hurry, Edward tucks his cock away and stands up, accidentally shoving me on the ground and barely muttering a quasi aphonic I’m sorry before leaving, or rather running away to his quarters, a part of the warehouse I am not allowed to penetrate.

The place is cold again, the green lights licking my pained face and turning my disappointed tears into emeralds, rolling down my face and crashing on the floor. Unfortunately, no light is colorful enough to sublime my heartache, and no trophy can fill the cruel emptiness inside of me. Edward does not leave his quarters for the rest of the night, and I go home silently.

#Edward nigma #edward nigma x reader #edward nygma x reader #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #riddler x reader #fanfic #my writing #Edward nygma #Edward nashton #the riddler

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Excited for Eve L Ewing on X-Men. I really enjoyed her work on Champions, despite the unfortunate circumstances surrounding it, and I've wanted to read more of her writing. (But I'm so far behind on Black Panther--I haven't even finished the Coates run--that it's going to be a huge project to catch up).

And the actual concept sounds an awful lot like a Mekanix sequel, with Shadowcat returning to Chicago once again, living anonymously and away from the X-Men as a barista, until something arises that requires her attention. (It goes unremarked in the previews, but I assume she's also living under a fake identity, given that the last time we saw her she was walking door-to-door executing fascists, until the world ran out of fascists, and that's obviously the kind of thing that forever interferes with plans for a quiet and uninteresting life.)

Not completely sure how I feel about Emma as the co-star of what again, feels a lot like Mekanix volume 2, but I do like how that relationship is carrying over--and I think there's something to be said for the two ex-teachers who arguably cared the most about actually teaching (albeit definitely not the two who cared the most about the actual students), finding themselves in that role again now that they've both left the Xavier/Jean Grey school behind.

I've seen some criticism of the concept as representing a regression for Kitty, but I see it more as the continuation of her longstanding pattern. For decades now she's been the one who just goes really hard for a short period of time, during particularly rough times for the X-Men, before burning out completely. And then she goes away--usually to Chicago--to reset, until something comes up, that tells her she can bare it all again. That was what happened when Genosha was destroyed, and she crashed (leading into the original Mekanix); and after AvX and it's various followups, when she had to quit the JGS and take on a reduced role, after the planet almost exploded too many times; and after her Guardians of the Galaxy run when she was living alone back in Chicago until Ororo asked her to start teaching again; and arguably at the start of Dawn of X when she was drifting alone until she needed to form the Marauders. (Ultimate Comics also pulled that twice, both times that she quit the team, though she seems to have been from Queens and not Chicago in that universe).

I think it's a good hook for using her character. It strikes me as a natural extension of her status as one of the most grounded (in the real world) X-Men, that she spends most of her time away from them doing other things. And having the character take long breaks like this addresses the fact that she's meant to struggle with depression and PTSD, so it's a pattern that I think one would expect to develop. And there's also Kitty's role within the X-Men as a franchise to consider, where she's always been the one who "can pass" if she wanted to, and faces exclusion/scapegoating from her community because of it; and where it's always shown to not really be true, because of the life she leads, and because she's not constitutionally capable of not standing up when it matters.

I am curious about why she's a barista now instead of a bartender, unless it's just because she's living anonymously so she can't go back to the same job. The obvious answer could just be because she needs to interact with kids who are significantly younger than her, and a cafe is a more workable venue than a bar. (Hopefully it's not because of blowback to the "Marauders made Kitty an alcoholic" thing that consumed The Discourse for the last four years)

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Okay birth chart incoming hehe <3

So this is Van's birth chart (roughly, presuming he was born in north Wales)

It's actually a real even split between earth/water and fire/air placements however the majority of his big placements are v fire/air heavy. I hope I don't bore you all with this but,

Your sun sign is all about your inner workings, general personality etc, your moon is your emotions, your rising is how you "present" to the world, your mercury is about how you communicate, your mars is about how you are in extremes (or that's how I view it) so things like sex and arguments etc, your Venus is love/sex/passion and beyond that I don't know so much but for all the Lorde fans out there check his Pluto in Scorpio <3

So where Van has his Sun his Mercury and his Venus in Leo that's like, triple passion, to be as basic as possible Sun Leo = passionate about things Mercury Leo = passionately communicates all of his passions, Venus Leo = passionate about passion

And I think if you watch any of his interviews from back in the day before he developed that celebrity persona type thing you get a real view of how crazy passionate about everything he was, the way hes so excited but also like can't shut up about anything.

Also interestingly if Van was born in the daytime his rising sign would be Libra (air) which would then just fuel all of those fire placements and sort of double down on them. (I know Libra is supposed to represent balance but here the scales are being weighed in one particular direction by a hefty chunk of fire signs so)

His Mars being Gemini too, (another air sign) that really explains how he pisses people off so "easily" imagine he's that passionate about everything, that passionate about communicating his passions and then he's got an air sign ruling his response to conflict/extremes (and also shaggin haha) that's quite literally like if someone lit a fuse then blew oxygen on it to make it burn quicker... He probably has a way of saying exactly the right wrong thing in an argument to really make the other person lose it, he's probably a real marmite personality that people either love or despise because that changeable Gemini in mars means he probably really enjoys an argument too (see him and Larry fighting about Jaffa cakes etc) arguments are still a performance of sorts (so is sex, jus sayin ;) so where the air Mars meets his fire Sun he's really going to lead through those performances whilst being quite insatiable too if that makes sense?

Also oh my god Leo Venus meets Mars Gemini - everything points to that "so so so so so so so so so so bad in bed" comment being a lie however

Our boys a virgo moon and the moon rules emotions...

Generally every virgo I know is quite a home is where the heart is type person, they're very guarded, hold the people they love in very high regard and very close to the heart, but they're also often a little shy... All the virgo women I know are shy and like, demur Princess Diana shy, all the virgo men I know are more shy as in, can talk to EVERYONE after 10 minutes but spend the first five minutes carefully assessing the vibe and deciding whether they want to be a part of it.

So I guess if we look at Van there's probably not enough earth signs there to ground him at all, however I think he's probably the type of man who can't talk about negative emotions at all (I know this is most men but) what I mean by this is like, remember back in the day he'd talk about how much he loves his girlfriend how he's gonna marry her etc, he wasn't exactly guarded when it came to his positive love life or his dreams (the music and stuff) however we've never really heard him ever mention anything hard or negative and there's no way that's because nothing bads ever happened to him. Like even with albums there was never a "oh we struggled with this" it was always "this was a piece of piss I wrote every song standing on my head in my sleep when I was fresh out the test tube" you know? So I think in terms of the bad stuff in life he's extremely guarded, feels it all very intensely (because of all his fire signs) but is extremely desperate to control those intense feelings and be "chill" (I know so many virgos who get told they seem really chill but inside they're that screaming crying throwing up meme) so he swallows them down and doesn't just tell people he's having a shit time.

So applying that to his so so bad in bed comment I reckon we could guess that all those fire and air placements mean that he's actually probably equally as aggressively passionate in that area of his life as every other area, BUT only when he knows someone really well and like actually loves them. I reckon as a one night stand he's shite haha.

I think with Leos we generally think of arrogance, vanity, self importance, loudness but I think that these are only focussed on so much because we always focus on "negatives" like, the loudness and arrogance come from that passion, it's not that they all think they're better than everyone else, it's that they're very passionate about things and can often tunnel vision on those things accidentally disregarding others in the process.

Generally though Leos are passionate, they're crazy driven grafters and they're people pleasers, they feel like they exist to make other people happy, they have a performance to do and they're good at it!!! And again like you look at Van and you see that really clear, he was always doing the music to make the crowd go wild, he said somet about playing Community years ago about wanting it to just be one big party in a field everyone having a class time, them included. He always talked about making his dad proud, buying his mam a hot tub etc... that's real virgo moon Leo sun shit there!!!

Anyways I think I am done now and will stop my ranting, hope you found this vaguely interesting haha

Thank you lovely @pacifymebby 😘

Looks like both of us were on Cafe Astrology today! Yeah I love all the astrology stuff it’s super interesting and uncanny how accurate some of it seems to be! Xxx

#submission #leo vibes

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heyyyyy how r you ? 🤍 girll help me like im really curious about this guy and mes synastry chart so i was was wondering if you could take a look real quick and see if the PULL and ATTRACTION i feel is mutual 😭 do you see anything good happening in the future 4 us ? 😭 ofcourse you can skip this ask, id really appreciate it if you can help but if not then its completely alright too !! hope ure having a good year so far 💗 take care byee 🌟

im the red one, 'A' and blue is 'D'

If you already know this person 1+ years, I would more suggest Composite chart. Because there you will see the real push and pull. Synastry energies are so interchanging and one day you can be doing it, but they the other person can.

But if you are ready for an unsolicited opinion and outlook on this particular synastry...I think this person is a WILD card for you. Like this reminds me of that one person when you meet really young and you kinda have a crush on them, because they seem so confident and charming..and just...so sure of themselves. Honestly I feel you will quickly forget about this person later and not even look back with any regret. I also kind of feel like you idealize them. And that this is very physical attraction on your end.

I don't know, I have to ask now, because I'm sensing it more and more based on looking at the chart, are you still both in high school or even elementary school? I swear, this is giving off that energy. Venus conjunct Mars, I get lust-y feeling, like young love based just on physical attraction, but beyond that, you might just lack mutual interests and overall compatibility. Like you could realize you don't even have that much in common in the end.

That Pluto on the 7th also, are you perhaps a bit older than this person? I sense age difference somewhere here, like it could be just 1, 2 or 3 years and not more. Yeah...Pluto over the 7th in synastry, thanks god it's not closely to Descendant, but yeah, again if you are young, like below 20 in early 20s, I would suggest staying away from these sort of connections, because partnership might largely be based on power struggles and power plays. And this person the blue one can actually see you the red on as highly controlling at some point. Like you are constantly try to influence their decisions. But you just have to accept that this person is highly freedom loving, even free spirited, much more than you, who is more grounded, humble, reserved and cautious. But you can't really change the person for wanting freedom so much, you just need to find someone who as equally appreciates being cautious as you do. So it would be like you are trying to tame them before they fully develop their identity and just overall try to make them more like you are. Not to mention Mars in the 7th in the synastry as well, your connection if a partnership, could burn out too quickly. Or there could be some challanges even getting partnership off the ground to start with. The courting phase can be really prolonged here with Venus in the 7th as well. I think Pluto or just Mars in the 7th is enough on its own, but BOTH being in the 7th, it just doesn't give a good vibe long-term. But you probably really allow a lot of space one another. But if the person has too much freedom, you start to control them. I also feel that you might be attracted to this person due to their bad boy type of attitude and persona. Like they seem so reassured, laid back and naturally charming and confident, that you might just be into that a lot. So the future of this synastry chart doesn't appeal as bright to me, more like relationship of growth or lesson due to Sun in the 9th house and Sun in the 10th house, could be even karmic a bit. Ohh, did you meet in university perhaps now that I see 9th house Sun? I still feel like your identities are developing and keep sensing both being young. Maybe Composite chart looks more stable, but I seriously doubt this would work for a long long time. Be more prepared for a short-term connection, but if you are into serious committment, this might not be it. It's fun and exciting, yet not as sustainable it's how I see it.

But yeah on a side note, I really really like YOUR own natal placements. You seem like a very caring, pleasant, hard-working person with great emotional depth.

Take care and have a relaxing afternoon,

@astroismypassion

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On August 27th 1784 James Tytler undertook the first balloon ascent in Britain. The flight took place at Carlton Hill in Edinburgh, becoming Scotland’s first aeronaut!

James Tytler was born in 1745, son of the minister at Fearn in Angus, and after a good education at the parish school, and two or three years as a surgeon’s apprentice in Forfar, he made his way to Edinburgh to study medicine at the University. The following summer, 1765, he took service aboard the Royal Bounty, a Leith whaler, as ship’s surgeon. Then came the first of many misfortunes during his life – he got married. The marriage was hasty and he now had to earn enough to support his wife, making the continuance of his studies impossible. He set up business in Leith as a pharmacist. Business was poor, eventually forcing him to flee to England, out of the reach of his creditors.

He returned to Edinburgh, now with five children as well, and set about making a living from what seemed to be his greatest skill - writing. He was a very prolific writer and editor, although the vast majority of his work went anonymously, being employed in the main by other writers and publishers. He is renowned to have had an amazing skill at editing, being able to précis an item as quickly as most people could read it.

After some attempts at his own publications, a spell in the debtors’ sanctuary at Holyrood, and his wife leaving him, he eventually found steady employment in editing the second edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, much underpaid at sixteen shillings a week. He spent the next six or seven years at this monumental work while living at Duddingston, using an upturned tub as a writing desk. The Encyclopaedia filled over 9,000 pages and it was during his researches for one of the appendices, covering Air Balloons and their development in the past year, that his interest was sparked.

He set about constructing his Grand Edinburgh Fire Balloon with very little money and probably even less public support. He charged 6d to see a model, and eventually had his balloon ready for a public inflation, though not for a flight. At the time Edinburgh had a building nicknamed “the largest pigeon-house in Europe” - the partly built Register House at the East End of Princes Street. This made an excellent venue for Tytler to test his 40 foot tall balloon, the unfinished dome providing shelter and support.

James Tytler then advertised the public ascent, to be held at Comely Garden (a pleasure garden, now the site of Milton Street, Waverley Park, and the Elsie Inglis Hospital) on 6 August 1784. Needless to say, James had his normal luck - bad luck - all his attempts being dogged by either technical problems or the weather. The press attacked him, and the mob attacked his balloon. Discouraged but not beaten, he was ready again towards the end of the month.

On Wednesday 25 August he inflated the balloon at an early hour in the morning, left the fire burning for another hour, stepped into his basket, and was released. The Grand Edinburgh Fire Balloon rose from the ground, tethered. According to the Edinburgh Evening Courant “the balloon, together with the projector himself, and basket in which he sat, were fairly floated”. Two days later he had even greater success, “navigating the atmosphere” for about half a mile to Restalrig, and on the 31st he made another ascent. Thus were made the first flights from British soil, predating both Lunardi and Sadler. Tytler was famous. A hero. Until another attempt failed and the ignorant press again criticised him.

James Tytler’s life after his ballooning successes was no less interesting, with another stay in the Holyrood sanctuary, further writing and publishing, divorce proceedings, another wife and more children, and eventually an indictment for seditious libel which led to his being outlawed. His last few years were spent in Salem, Massachusetts ., where he died in 1804.

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niannianyabao · 10 months

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Recent Reading: Biography of X by Catherine Lacey

Angered by an unauthorized, inaccurate biography of her late wife, the multi-disciplinary artist, public intellectual, and provocateur known only as X, journalist C.M. Lucca sets out to correct the record by writing her own biography. Biography of X is a metafictional exercise that is absolutely committed to the bit, complete with second, internal copyright and About the Author pages, copiously documented (invented) sources for all its quotations, and photographic "evidence" of the events and people it describes. As if that were not enough, the novel takes place in an alternate US, where after the second World War the southern states seceded, forming a dictatorial theocracy which lasted for decades.

This is such a weird and distinctive project, one that touches on so many topics and tropes that I have always been drawn to, that it seemed inevitable that Biography of X would be one of my favorite reads of the year. But to my dismay—and despite the obvious effort Lacey has put into the novel, and the erudition she demonstrates throughout—the result is bland and uninvolving, and some of the choices it makes have left me scratching my head.

As C.M. explains in the biography's foreword, X, who spent her career pretending to be a myriad different people and creating art in each of their guises—a rough-and-tumble, genderqueer bartender in the East Village whose novel inspired Denis Johnson's Jesus's Son; a superstar music producer and songwriter who worked with David Bowie and rescued the career of early folk singer Connie Converse; the publisher of an avant-garde feminist press; two different performance artists who got in a public feud when one of them accused the other of kidnapping and filming her for an art project—never wanted to be explained in a biography. She did not view her personas as performances or lies, and did not feel that there was any need to explain the "real" woman behind them. C.M. is scathing towards the unofficial biography that purports to identify just this real version of the woman (and, along the way, argues that X's marriage to C.M. was a sham).

If this conjures associations of Pale Fire, and expectations that C.M.'s supposed journalistic detachment will gradually wear away to reveal a burning need to assert her primacy in X's life and work, what Biography of X actually delivers is depressingly dry. C.M. dutifully describes each of X's artistic projects, the relationships she forged with activists and Manhattan bon vivants, the reports on her in venues like Vanity Fair and The Village Voice. But none of it leaps off the page. You never find yourself wishing you could have attended one of X's exhibits (the way I repeatedly did while reading Siri Hustvedt's similar, but infinitely more exciting and successful, The Blazing World) or been on the ground when one of her famous art world feuds took off.

Worst of all, X herself simply isn't that interesting. In theory, she's Lydia Tár on steroids—brilliant, imperious, full of boundless energy, and not-so-secretly monstrous (both C.M. and all of X's previous partners eventually admit that she was violent towards them). But the actual woman never develops much life (the personas are perhaps a little more engaging, but they all feel—presumably deliberately—like stock types rather than real people). Again and again throughout the novel, we're told that figures both real and invented were won over and eventually obsessed with X, seeing her as a major contributor to their work and allowing her to insinuate herself into their lives and become essential to them. And at no point is this ever convincing.

In Lacey's own list of sources, she reveals that many of the quotations attributed to X were taken from real figures like Susan Sontag, Kathy Acker, and Emily Dickinson. But the character she stitches together from these real women lacks their vitality—you do not, for example, fall in mingled love and hate with X the way you almost instantly do with Alena Smith's version of Dickinson in the television series of the same name. To an extent, this might be deliberate—the closest thing the novel has to an emotional arc is C.M. moving past her adoration of X and towards skepticism, and eventually disdain. But since C.M. herself never develops much of a personality through this process, the novel's dryness is not alleviated by it.

And then of course, there's the alternate history, simultaneously the novel's most intriguing and most frustrating choice. As C.M. reveals—and as her unauthorized biographer missed—X was born in the southern territories. In the novel's longest and most interesting chapter, C.M. travels south to learn about X's past, as a teenage wife and mother who became involved with a dissident group and participated in a terrorist attack on a weapons factory, before escaping to the north. Along the way, she explains the split's origins—after Emma Goldman became FDR's chief of staff and began enacting socialist reforms (among them universal healthcare and a recognition of same-sex relationships), a conservative religious backlash erupted in the south, which seceded and founded a repressive theocratic society that is one part Gilead, one part GDR.

If you're thinking that there's something missing here, you'd be right. Though racism exists in the novel's world, white supremacy is not at the foundation of any part of its American society, not even the southern territories. The novel, in fact, is almost entirely silent on the matter of race—while discussing the secession, for example, C.M. does not once mention the Civil War, and the reader is left to wonder whether it occurred in this world's history (though slavery is mentioned at least once). In other words, Lacey has created a world where the driving ideology of American reactionaries isn't white supremacy, but Christian conservatism. Quite literally, in fact: in one of the notes revealing the real sources from which she took her quotations, Lacey notes that she substituted the term "theocratic fascism" for "the segregationist community".

Even notwithstanding that these two forces have never been particularly easy to disentangle, this is a baffling choice—all the more so when you consider that there are no significant non-white characters in the novel (one major exception is the leader of a civil rights organization who, naturally, found in X a fellow traveler and rhapsodizes to C.M. about the unique understanding she had of his organization's work). I kept waiting for Lacey to reveal her intention with it, but as the novel progressed she seemed to leave it, and the southern territories in general, in the rearview mirror. It ends up feeling less important than other worldbuilding choices, such as the fact that an École Polytechnique-style attack on a gathering of modernist artists—which left male stalwarts of 20th century art such as Marcel Duchamp and Jackson Pollock dead while sparing the women in the room—has resulted in the art world being dominated by women.

Eventually you have to wonder if the whole point of the novel is the name-dropping, the skill with which Lacey has woven together real sources and people into a semi-imaginary whole where Frank O'Hara lived to old age, and Bernie Sanders became president in the 80s. Perhaps if I were more immersed in the world of mid-20th century arts and letters, I would find this act of worldbuilding more delightful in its own right—certainly, many of the book's most effusive reviews treat its moments of recognition and estrangement as one of its key attractions, and many of them were written by people who are part of the same scene. In the absence of that grounding, my reaction to the novel remains one of detachment, maybe even boredom. At the end of Biography of X, it's hard to understand any of its choices of emphasis—none of them seem to have enough life in them, or enough to say, to be worth the effort.

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10 New Thoughts About Online Astrologer in Chennai _ Astro Thoughts

In Vedic soothsaying, Sun is one of the huge planets. It addresses authority and capacity to give the assurance and conviction and favors with splendid organization capacities. The immense work action of the Sun in the Horoscope is circumstance on the birth frame because the Sun hints human activities, both positive and negative. Sun will describe your relationship with your family members, like your father, mother, accessory, and so on.

Right when Sun gets together with the Expert, it shows the relationship with the father and how it will emerge. While Sun merges with the Venus, it reflects the relationship of the Couple. The Sun accomplices with your Horoscope to show your valor, explanation, and that is just a glimpse of something larger. online astrologer in chennai

Real factors about the Sun in Kundali Planning

One of the Cardinal planets in the Planetary gathering is Sun. It is seen as an essential piece of Vedic soothsaying. It helps with finding the facilitating of one person's life in fogginess and daylight.

Beside Gem looking, the Sun is a colossal piece of everyone's life considering the way that our everyday schedules will move with the SUN. In Gem looking, why do we consider it a critical work? The picture of the Sun will describe your power and strength. It is moreover called the exuberant energy of the planet.

A couple of basic centers associated with the severe thought are the explanation we contemplate the Sun everything. Since Sun is the most widely recognized Yang dynamic nature of the Planetary gathering and is of the masculine association, it acknowledges to be a Heavenly power of Suryabagavan. Upon the appearance of Visit Puja, people acclaim the solicitation of the Heavenly power of Sun. In visionary considerations, it tends to Human impulse and portions of their life.

Sun is considered to be a male sign and arranges on the eastern side. Sun-obliging planets are the Moon, Mars, and Jupiter. The unbiased planets of the Sun are Mercury, and the unfriendly planets are Venus, Saturn, Rahu, and Katu.

Prophetic Worth of Sun in Vedic Soothsaying.

In Vedic Soothsaying, the Sun is an enormous work we got at past at now we portray how it will stay with the Twelve Houses.

Aries House on Sun - Aries character is outstandingly red hot, serious nature, and an exceptionally persevering representative; they are natured and extremely basic in their work.

Taurus House on Sun - Taurus significance under the Sun; they are consistent, patient, and absolutely loveable characters enlivened by customs and dauntlessness. They love to live in comfort.

Gemini House on Sun - Gemini character with the Sun solid areas for is, and speedier in their work. They complete the work with their fortitude and stand with their words.

Illness House on Sun - Threatening development carried into the world with the Sun are solid areas for regularly hold their careful ones and defend them, yet they are somewhat grouchy person.

Leo House on Sun - Leo character with the Sun nature, they are delightful individual, unwavering on it, their system could seem, by all accounts, to be extremely different. They are mental self views and burning of another side and put sincerely in their exercises.

Virgo House on Sun - Virgo significance are devoted, extremely curious, and nice; they love in significant. Now and again they are restless and touchy. They are fanatics.

Libra House on Sun - Libra heavenly implications with the Sun; they are changing creatures and faultlessness. They are the middle ground and confidence in the middle manner, yet they are revering and calm people.

Scorpio House on Sun - Scorpio ascribes with Sun serious areas of strength for are poise, capacity, and confident nature. Using the confident, they cross their most horrendous time, persevere and transform it.

Sagittarius House on Sun - Sagittarius nature carelessly confides in people. They really excuse others and neglect to recollect the disturbance. They are express and essential in nature.

Capricorn House on Sun - Capricorn ascribes with Sun are coordinated in their work, sensible and practical creatures. They are wonderful in character, love, jaunty, and fun of life.

Aquarius House on Sun - Aquarius suggests that Sun is a smart, insightful soul. They love an open door, and breaking chains will work with people's worth. However, every so often their accomplished will could a couple of issues for themselves as well as others.

Pisces House on Sun - Pisces significance with Sun is occasionally the intuition that could tell on your life unequivocally. They are world sticklers and find a time to hold something. They are the name of diligence. online astrologer in chennai

The occupation of the Sun in Vedic Precious stone looking is a monstrous worth inside your life, oversees almost everything in your life and examinations. Sun stays in different Zodiac signs. It will rise, and falls happen to the sign's turns of events. So guarantee the pathway that exorbitantly before ahead.

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ledvideo · 2 years

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Precautions for using LED display control card

The top 32 of the 2022 Qatar World Cup will be produced! At the same time, the whole competition schedule is finally determined! The opening battle will be held at 18:00 on November 21, Beijing time. Senegal will fight the Netherlands! Are you ready for the long waiting football feast?

With the development of LED technology and the transformation and upgrading of stadiums and gymnasiums, today's sports venues have replaced the traditional bulbs and CRT displays with LED displays, and the content displayed has gradually changed from the previous figures to words, pictures and videos.

The LED display screen of the stadium, as the main means of displaying the game information and playing the game live, is connected with the timing and scoring system of the game. It plays the players' game results and related materials, releases the sports information, and displays text animation and video images. It is one of the most important information release carriers and the "soul" equipment in many facilities of the stadium.

Do not connect the control card to the unit board. The unit board shall be directly connected to the switching power supply as far as possible. The voltage of the unit board is extremely unstable during operation. It will cause the control card to be fast and slow, serious communication failure or program runaway and need to be repaired. In particular, the U disk control card may fail to read the disk or make disk reading errors when the voltage is unstable. What is an LED display module?

Indoor, 16 scan unit boards must not be connected to the whole screen for debugging. Many indoor monochrome or dual color, or even full color, are directly connected to the control card for power on before debugging, which may burn out the 4953 chip behind the unit board in a large area. Please connect only one unit board for debugging. After debugging, unplug the power and connect the control card.

Please keep the control card working in a dry and relatively stable environment. Too high temperature, humidity and dusty environment are extremely unfavorable to the control card. It is strictly prohibited to plug or unplug the serial port without power failure, so as to avoid damaging the computer serial port and the control card serial port due to improper operation.

It is strictly forbidden to adjust the input voltage of the control card when the system is working with power, so as to avoid damaging the computer serial port and the control card serial port due to improper adjustment and too high voltage. The normal working voltage of the control card is 5V. When adjusting the power supply voltage, you should remove the control card and use a multimeter to measure and slowly adjust.

It is strictly forbidden to short circuit the ground terminal of the control card to the display screen frame, otherwise once static electricity collects on the display screen frame, it is very easy to damage the computer serial port and the control card serial port, resulting in unstable communication. If the static electricity is serious, the control card and the display unit on the screen will be burned. Therefore, when the outdoor screen or communication distance is far, it is recommended that users must use serial port isolators to avoid damage to the computer serial port and the control card serial port due to the harsh environment such as ground circuit, surge, inductive lightning, hot plug, etc.

The correct connection between the control card and the computer serial port must be ensured to avoid damaging the control card serial port and the computer serial port due to incorrect input signals.

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minstrel75itg · 2 years

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caesurabywriting · 4 years

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me? considering being a co-admin to a new rp despite never trying before? absolutely!

#love this chaos for me.#it will be an all girls university-esque setting.#with shared housing and on campus gardens and coffee shops and a rival school/sports team.#Listen... the meetcute potentials are off the charts slow burn roomies au? check. coffee shop au? check. enemies to lovers? check.#chemistry driven musing / writing / plot development is just soo *chef's kiss*#probably won't get off the ground til early january but we are excited 😍#sailor double venus.

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lunarten · 4 years

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Astrology Observations Pt. 2

The remix. Please keep in mind, as always, that these are based on my own experiences with people I know. Seeing as how personal and unique each natal chart is, they won’t resonate with everyone.

🖤 An opposition between the Moon and Mercury might manifest in one’s heart and mind always being at odds with one another. These natives might be conflicted when it comes to decision-making because their emotional and mental reasoning are opposed. Intuition and intellect may also be opposed.

🖤 Strong Leo and Virgo placements make for extremely loyal and reliable friends. These are the people that frequently go out of their way to help you. Leos may be open about this trait, as Virgo tends to be more conservative – but don’t let that fool you. Virgo will place their friends’ needs above their own.

🖤 Opinions on Scorpio are often split – people either hate them or love them. I think it’s fitting that Scorpio, so associated with obsession, would draw these polar reactions from people. It seems to me that Scorpio is frequently the object of obsession (rather than being just the obsessed party). Something about them draws the eyes and opinions of others, even those that they don’t give a second thought to.

🖤 Your Mercury placement, like your Mars placement, shows where you devote your energy. While Mars revolves around raw ambition and natural inclination, Mercury reveals where you take a steadier, more planned approach. For instance, Mercury in the 7th house might reflect a significant amount of time spent developing ideas about partnerships and thinking them over. Mars in the 7th, on the other hand, might show someone who trusts their instincts about partnerships, or even leaps into them.

🖤 Libra is adept at finding beauty in things. A natural aesthete, Libra may end up with a variety of clothing and makeup so that they can reflect whatever they feel is most beautiful at the time.

🖤 Speaking of Libra, both Libra and Taurus (ruled by Venus) seem to enjoy beauty rituals. Taking a bath, applying lotion, putting on eyeliner. These are calming, preparatory activities. Most Virgos I’ve known have also enjoyed these rituals.

🖤 Mars (sex drive) in the 12th house (unconscious realm) may have frequent sex dreams.

🖤 Scorpio moons are pretty good at interpreting and explaining the emotions of other people but may have trouble with their own emotions. Their objectivity toward their own emotions is often compromised by the intensity and depth of feeling they experience.

🖤 Pisces have trouble separating themselves from their environment. Being a mutable water sign, they’re easily influenced by the emotions and attitudes of those around them. Additionally, their natural place is in the 12th house which may make it difficult for them to establish and maintain boundaries with people.

🖤 Gemini is difficult to truly win over. You may be in good standing one day and poor standing the next for seemingly arbitrary reasons. This is because Gemini frequently re-evaluates their thoughts and beliefs on other people.

🖤 Aries Venus might fall quickly, even believing in love at first sight. Being the cardinal fire sign, Aries is a fast decision-maker with a passionate, bold disposition. Of course, that which makes them so prone to jumping in can also make them prone to falling out. Some of their love affairs may burn up and out fast, leaving Aries searching for a new candle to light.

🖤 Capricorn Venus, on the other hand, may be slow with their feelings. Everything they do is deliberate, and they would never step down in a place where the ground might not hold them. Capricorn is the cardinal earth sign, however. Once they’re certain, those deliberate steps will become strides in your direction.

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