#Advanced Trading Charts

[flowstrading]

Advanced Trading Charts and Tools -Flows Trading

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[pipinfuse]

Mastering Forex Charts: A Beginner's Guide to Candlesticks, Lines, and Bar Patterns

[bweirdart]

nearly oc-tober time again - time for some prompts for 2024

F.A.Q

do i have to draw?

not at all! you are free to participate with any medium that suits you... writing, artwork, free bases and templates, simple text posts, in-character-as-your-oc roleplay, whatever! (just no stealing or AI)

do i have to make new content?

nope! re-uploading old stuff that fits the prompts is allowed (and encouraged) ... old art that didn't get the appreciation it needed always deserves a chance to be shared again, it's a fun throwback!

do i have to post every day?

nope! only 10 days are mandatory (the ones in red with a star symbol) and everything else (yellow) is 100% optional! if you're busy or tired, please skip as many as you want

can i start early?

you can prep your posts in advance if you need to ... but please wait until the right day in october to share them!

can i re-upload your prompt list to another site?

i would prefer if you dont - i have accounts on most sites, so just reblog/retweet/share from me!

event tag?

#bweirdOCtober

have fun!

image desc/text version ↓under the cut↓ or on bweird.art/october

prompts:

WEEK 1: OC INTRODUCTIONS

⭐ 1: FAV OC

what makes them your fav?

2: NEW OC

how recently did you make them?

3: OLD OC

how long ago did you make them?

⭐ 4: UNDER-APPRECIATED OC

an oc you feel like you don't talk about enough, or you haven't fleshed out as much as you would like

5: RE-DESIGNED OC

an oc who has changed a lot (what changed about them?) or, if you haven't redesigned an oc: is there anything you might want to change about an existing oc?

WEEK 2: BUILDING BACKSTORY

⭐ 6: PAST

where is your oc from? what did they look like as a child?

7: LIKES

what do they like (and why?)

8: DISLIKES

what don't they like (and why?)

⭐ 9: RELATIONSHIPS

doesn't have to be romantic! can any kind of relationship (frienship, family, rivalry etc)

10: PERSONALITY

what are your oc's main personality traits

11: SYMBOLISM/THEMES

what represents your oc? is there a specific colour you associate them with, or a specific animal?

12: FUTURE

what will your oc look like in the future? do they have any plans or goals?

WEEK 3: FUN + GAMES

⭐13: MEMES

do any memes remind you of your oc? are there memes your oc would find funny? maybe you want to redraw your oc as one?

14: WHO/WHAT INSPIRED YOUR OC

are there existing characters that your oc looks like? was your oc based on yourself? is your oc originally from a specific fandom?

15: MUSIC

share a character playlist, write a songfic, post lyrics that remind you of them, etc

⭐16: EYES CLOSED or NON DOMINANT HAND

draw a picture of your oc with your eyes closed or with your non domminant hand, write or type a paragraph about them without your eyes closed, etc ... have fun, and don't worry about it looking "bad" -it's meant to!!

17: DnD ALIGNMENT CHART

put all your ocs into a DnD alignment chart, or any other similar chart if you prefer

i've compiled a few templates on my site, but you can find more easily if you google "oc alignment chart"

⭐18: SWAP

swap something between your ocs - their role in the story, hairstyles, personalities, fashion taste, species ... whatever you want! how would this difference change them?

19: PALETTE CHALLENGES

draw your ocs with as many of these colour palettes as you want (or just skip if you don't draw/don't like doing these!)

hex codes for the colours:

palette 1 - #3C1E81 #6D1EA2 #B059E8 #FE0876 #FE5284 #FE7C96 #E0CFE3 #FFD5C3

palette 2 - #352823 #673F28 #AB541C #BA8233 #897128 #A68B2F #F7BF6A #DAC3A4

palette 3 - #A42E25 #D7412B #E47C29 #F7A233 #FCC02D #FCE4A6 #486548 #FEFDE8

palette 4 - #2F4769 #39597E #53779C #94D1E7 #AADDE7 #D48DB7 #D498B5 #D2BABA

WEEK 4: COMMUNITY

20-26: A WHOLE WEEK OF SOCIAL STUFF

if you don't have the time/energy to do every day this week, ⭐ day 23 is the only one marked as mandatory! you can skip the rest!

some ideas for what you could do: talk about a friend's oc you like, make gift art/writing of them, collabs, trades, reblog/appreciate ocs in the event tag, make interactions between your ocs and other people's

WEEK 5: HALLOWEEN

⭐27: FEARS

is your oc scared of anything? do they have any phobias? are they startled easily? would any of your ocs try to scare ppl on purpose?

28: MONSTER

what would your oc be if they were a monster (eg: werewolf, vampire, eldritch beast.. whatever) or, do you have an oc who is already a monster?

29: PUMPKIN CARVING

your ocs carving pumpkins, a drawing of a pumpkin carved to look like your oc ... or even carve it in real life!

30: GHOST

this can be literally a ghost, or a concept that haunts your oc! up to you!

⭐ 31: COSTUMES

what are your ocs wearing for halloween?

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[monicascot]

Weekly Overview | US Powel says more rate rises to come | US Data hints at a slowdown

Today, we will discuss the latest market trends and important developments that can impact your investments. We've seen some concerning signs of a global economic slowdown, including the weakening Purchasing Managers' Index (PMI) in the US. The upcoming central bank meetings in Portugal will provide insights into their plans to address these challenges.

[investoropia]

The Power of Bollinger Bands: 5 Key Factors for Advanced Stock Market Analysis and Profitable Trading Strategies

Gain a competitive edge in the stock market with advanced analysis using Bollinger Bands. Learn how to calculate, interpret, and implement highly effective trading strategies for optimal profitability.

Bollinger Bands, developed by John Bollinger in the 1980s, are widely recognized as a popular technical analysis tool used by traders and investors to assess price volatility, identify trend reversals, and formulate effective trading strategies. In this article, we will delve into the concept of Bollinger Bands, including their calculation, interpretation, and various strategies for implementation.

What are Bollinger Bands?

Bollinger Bands consist of three lines plotted on a price chart: the middle band, upper band, and lower band. The middle band represents the simple moving average (SMA) of the asset’s price over a specified period, typically 20 days. The upper and lower bands are calculated by adding and subtracting a certain number of standard deviations (usually two) from the middle band.

Calculation of Bollinger Bands: Continue reading

OTHER TOPICS:

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GDP Data: Economic Growth and Stable Inflation

Strong Economy: Understanding and Impact

How to Safeguard your Investments During a Market Decline?

#StockMarketAnalysis #BollingerBands #TradingStrategies #TechnicalAnalysis #ProfitableTrading #investment #trading #forex #forextrading

[coinbasetradingguide]

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[starastrologyy]

Astrology Notes🌪

Hi everyone, I have re-opened my chart readings! The link is in my bio for anyone who is interested :)

In one of my older posts I remember saying that couples who have their Composite Mars making a conjunction to their Composite Ascendant can come across as being quarrelsome, as their arguments are often made public. However, I have also found that couples who have Mars conjunct the Composite Midheaven, can also come across as being argumentative ( with each other and with other people). This is most likely because Mars conjuncting the MC would in most cases square the Composite Ascendant.

People with Jupiter in the 8th or Part of Fortune in the 8th house in their natal chart can often find success when trading or investing!

When your Solar Return Mercury makes a conjunction to the Solar Return Midheaven, you may have to travel for work. I have also found this to be true when you have the ruler of the solar return midheaven placed in the 9th house. I want to emphasize that placements can play out many different ways this is just one of the ways I have seen these two placements manifest.

An afflicted Saturn in the 3rd house of a composite chart can often indicate communication problems within a relationship. There can be verbal misunderstandings, silent treatments, or just differences in communication styles as a result of this placement. However, it is always important to remember that a single placement cannot derail an entire relationship, you will need to look at both the composite and Synastry charts holistically.

A Solar Return year in which you have the ruler of your Solar Return 4th house in the 9th, can be the year where you move or relocate abroad.

In synastry, when your North Node makes a conjunction to someone else’s Midheaven vise versa you two have the potential to impact each other’s career trajectories quite significantly. I have actually found that it is often the Midheaven person who introduces the North Node person to people who have the ability to advance them on their career path.

People who have planets that make a conjunction to your Sun/Moon midpoint are likely to have a significant impact on you (especially if the orb is exact). For example, if someone’s Moon makes a conjunction to your sun/moon midpoint you can feel a strong emotional pull towards them vise versa.

Individuals with their natal Venus, Mars, or descendent in Sagittarius can often find themselves in long distance relationships or in relationships with people who are very different to them. There can be a difference in religion, race, nationality, political beliefs etc…

Something I find so interesting is that I personally know someone who met their spouse in the time frame (+- 2 months) that they had their Solar arc Venus making an exact conjunction to their natal descendent! I am thinking of making a separate post about Solar Arcs for those interested to know how to interpret them and what they are!

If you have Uranus in your natal 6th house, you are best suited to work environments that provide you with a lot of freedom and autonomy. Interestingly, people with Uranus in the 6th house, are also more likely to own exotic pets.

Chiron in the natal 3rd house can manifest as having a speech impediment, attention difficulties, or problems in early education. It can also indicate a difficult relationship with a sibling or siblings. In some instances, a 3rd house Chiron can indicate a fear of driving or some kind of ‘wounding’ surrounding cars and short-distance traveling,

[cowabungacarl420]

rottmnt boys + jobs i think they'd have

raph

doggy daycare!! let him hang out with cute dogs all day

also because of his size he'd be very good at handling larger dogs that might overwhelm other staff

no problem for raph tho!! all his coworkers love him

other options: employee at teddy bear town, firefighter, pro wrestler (imagine the grudge matches he doesn't realize are grudge matches he could have against ghostbear!)

mikey

okay i know the obvious answer is chef but i can only imagine he'd regularly get fired as a line cook because he'd try and alter recipes to taste better before he could advance to that level

unless he opens his own restaurant, i don't think he'd be a chef

i do think he'd be a motivational speaker

travelling the country with his silly little power points, making business types do trust falls

critiquing the buffet very harshly while he's there

other options: art therapist

leo

serious question: does leo even want a job? he only has half a star on raph's mission participation chart, and i say this affectionately but he seems the laziest

stage magician? at least we know he likes it. but maybe knowing all of the tricks of the trade would kill some of the fun for him

i could see him being a pretty sick bartender for an upscale cocktail bar. making absolutely wretched concoctions, chatting to lots of new people

he flips that cocktail shaker like a goddamn pro, doing mad tricks and making other bartenders nervous with how often he's throwing it around

other options: stand-up comedian (like his va!), i could also def see him being involved in a multi-level marketing scam at some point ngl

donnie

i mean this is the most obvious, right

he's already filed the copyright at age 15, this boy is going to have millions by age 20, if he doesn't already

i know damn well he's doing it profoundly unethically until mikey and raph have serious talks with him

steve jobs eat ur heart out

other options: twitch gamer who punches holes in the wall when he loses

[signode-blog]

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[ltwilliammowett]

The Barmouth Sailors' Institute from 1890

The building is a rare remnant of an institution that was common in coastal communities in the British Isles in the late nineteenth century. This was a time of rapid change in maritime trade on British shores. The advance of the railway into rural areas was undermining the once vibrant coastal trade.

However, sailors from the remotest coastal regions did not abandon seafaring, but began to embark on ocean-going vessels sailing from major ports such as London, Hull, Newcastle, Glasgow, Liverpool and Cardiff. Most of their families remained in their home communities, where they had been able to watch their husbands' movements on the local ships in the past.

In order to keep track of the new voyages, numerous Seamen's Institutes were established, which not only served as meeting places for the Sailors, but where the Lloyds List and the Shipping Gazette could also be consulted. These documents enabled families to keep track of the long voyages, which could take up to two years.

In 1890, Canon Edward Hughes, the rector of Barmouth at the time, founded the Barmouth Sailors' Institute for this very reason. He was well known for his endeavours to meet both the spiritual and social needs of his parishioners.

A set of nautical charts was given to the Rector of Llanaber (also in Barmouth) in memory of his friend George Quartus Pine Talbot for the sailors of Barmouth. They date from 1823 and are kept in a special wall cupboard; some of them have sea charts on them.

The billiard room provided relaxation for some people, while others played dominoes, chess or draughts in the reading room. There were team snooker competitions and an annual Christmas goose tournament.

As the building was made of wood, it fell into disrepair over the years. In 1982, a brave group of volunteers managed to obtain funding from the Prince's Trust and stop the decay. In January 2005, enough funding was secured for a full restoration and the building was returned as far as possible to the state it was in when it was built in 1890.

[mercurytrinemoon]

INDICATORS OF WEALTH IN A NATAL CHART

The people have spoken! You guys chose the topic of wealth and prosperity so here we go. This is an extended translation of my article for Wróżka magazine 12/2024.

The topic of money in astrology is usually associated with Venus and Jupiter because these are planets that are linked with luck - additionally, the former rules finances and luxury, while the latter rules honors, wealth, abundance and prosperity. If someone has well-placed Venus and Jupiter, that is the first step towards luck and consequently with luck specifically in finance.

Other aspects in a natal chart are just as important. Mercury, as the planet of accounting and resourcefulness brings a knack for money. Well-placed Mars gives ability in directing your energy where it should be - that means, easiness in putting ideas into action. Similarily Saturn, which can bring a good stable income - with blood, sweat and tears that is. This is also a planet that rules authority, time, discipline and commitment, which often is the key to wealth.

Sun, on the other hand, can endow the person with talent for entrepreneurship and charisma as well as leadership qualities, which can definitely help in business matters. Uranian abruptness may bring sudden income of money, while Pluto, as the planet of power and clout, often brings ability to influence masses - that can also lead to wealth.

SIGNS MATTER

Now when it comes to signs, those can play a role as well. Generally fire signs are more willing to go out there, show their talents and show themselves. This is often the first step to success, depending what field you're in of course, I guess this will be more accurate for folks that are in creative fields or who are on stage or work in entertainment. We'll look at a Leo stellium example that portrays that perfectly later on.

Earth signs are mostly known for being great at managing resources and just being focused on the material world in general. Especially Capricorns who will do anything to accomplish big things and who always aim for stability in life. Unless they're show-offs and like to spend their money on useless things. I've seen that with my own eyes A LOT. Taurus folks like luxuries as well so this can go both ways lol.

Air signs are probably the most innovative, generally speaking that is. They may actually jump from ideas to ideas; from jobs to jobs which can bring them quite a lot of money in turn. They also know how to network, especially around other influental and wealthy people… they know their ways.

Water signs aren't necessarily known for money management BUT if you have exalted Pisces Venus or exalted Cancer Jupiter, you may have a bit (or a lot!) more luck in life in general. Scorpio Mars on the other hand has a lot of willpower and is stubborn af so that placement can bring success as well.

WHAT IN A CHART CAN BE LINKED WITH SUCCESS AND PROSPERITY

SUN: praise, spotlight, autonomy, entrepreneurship, charisma MOON: sympathy from the masses MERCURY: trade, creativity, cleverness VENUS: money, possessions, luxury, creativity MARS: willpower, determination, drive, passion JUPITER: luck, prosperity, good fortune, profit, acclamation, riches, abundance SATURN: hard work, authority, discipline, structure, dedication, advancement, longevity, perserverance URANUS: surprises, evolution, suddenness, inventiveness, creativity NEPTUNE: imagination, inspiration, dreams, limitless qualities PLUTO: power, domination

1ST HOUSE: charisma, personality, mind 2ND HOUSE: money, finances, posessions 3RD HOUSE: education, ideas 4TH HOUSE: the quality of upbringing, real estate 5TH HOUSE: creativity 6TH HOUSE: work 7TH HOUSE: business deals 8TH HOUSE: other people's money, inheritance 9TH HOUSE: prosperity, education 10TH HOUSE: career 11TH HOUSE: aspirations, networking 12TH HOUSE: loss. There's no good here lol don't usually expect success here

JUPITER-PLUTO

The so-called aspect of millionaires. Take Bill Gates, who was born during a tight Jupiter-Pluto conjunction, which is placed in his 2nd house of finance. The planet of welath and luck paired with the planet of power are one of the most striking and literal examples we have.

A simmilar example is a billionaire Warren Buffet, who got reach through stock market. In his chart the Jupiter-Pluto conjunction is placed in his 8th house of other people's money. And that is exactly how he earns so much money - by investing in various companies owned by other people. Additionally, his 2nd house is occupied by Saturn in Capricorn, where it's in domicile - that means it's strongly placed. His Venus on the other hand, is in Libra (also in its own sign). The planet of money is placed right on his MC - this accentuates that his career is strongly linked with finances. Impressive, isn't it? I love literal astrology.

Obviously massive wealth can come from other people as well. Lisa Marie Presley earned millions from inheritance. Elvis' daughter received a 100 million dollars. Her chart does have a Jupiter-Pluto influence but it's rather a co-presence of both of the planets in the same sign in the 2nd house, not a tight conjunction. But hey, apparently it still counts! But what's more important is that Jupiter rules her 8th house of iheritance. And, may I add, she got the money on her 25. birthday - so as soon as she stepped into her 2nd house profection year. Thanks for Chris Brennan from the Astrology Podcast for always brining up this example!

FAME AND A WEALTHY PARTNER

Okay and what about nepo babies? Brooklyn Beckham has wealth written all over his chart. The son of posh spice and Becks has strong domicile Mars in the 2nd house in Scorpio. That's our step one. Our step two is that the ruler of his 4th house (parents) is placed in the 8th house (inheritance). Step three is that Brooklyn has a magnificent Mercury-Venus-Jupiter conjunction in the 7th house of partnership. Now that conjunction in itself is charged with luck and prosperity, no matter what house it's placed. But because it's on his descendant, it also brought him a wealthy wife - Nicola Peltz, who was also born into a millionaire family. So this is also a good example of a partner's portrait in a chart. And so, Brooklyn got his money not only from his parents but also from his spouse. Double win, I guess?

Okay but what if you get money from your partner only? I'm going to give you an example of a Polish journalist Omenaa Mensah, who married a billionaire. She was born on a New Moon in Leo and also with Mercury and Jupiter co-present in the sign. That stellium is placed in her 11th house of aspirations, honors and - this one's important - networking. First of all, this screams success on its own, especially in the sign of Leo, which is very media-friendly. And our homegirl was on tv. But thanks to her personal success in career she got to meet her now husband. She was looking for a sponsor for her charity work and this is how she found the guy. She said it was love at first sight, which imho is kinda cute.

Her 2nd house of finance and 7th house of partnership are both ruled by Mars, which lays in her 9th house of prosperity. And this is where you should pay attention to the planet that rules two different houses as it may link those together.

When it comes to her 2nd house, she has it occupied by Uranus, which brought her a sudden surprise in the form of a wealthy partner. When it comes to transits, the couple met when she had Uranus transiting her 7th house and was going through a Jupiter return. All of this formed a grand trine between her natal placements. So, Uranus was the cupid's bow, while Jupiter was pure luck.

BRIGHT MIND LEADS TO SUCCESS

Steve Jobs had 2nd house ruler, Venus, in opposition to Jupiter and Uranus. This is quite important because Jupiter is also known for multiplying everything it touches. So if we have Venus, the planet of money in a hasrh aspect with wanton Jupiter, then this can bring an overabundance of money.

With his chart we can also illustrate where that money came from. Jupiter paired with Uranus is known for a bright mind and huge creativity - especially when it comes to craftmanship. That is because Uranus rules invention and technological advancements. Jupiter adds knowledge (don't forget it rules knowledge as well!) and luck in endeavours. What's interesting is that Venus, which is placed in his 5th house also talks about where his money came from. Well as it turns out, majority of his income was not from Apple but from Pixar! He bought the animation company from George Lucas in 1986. And as we know, Pixar makes movies aimed mostly for children. So, the planet that rules his house of money is placed in a house linked with children and creativity. How nice.

[slut4calum]

Hasanabi: Teacher's Assistant

Halfway through junior year, and the finish line was starting to shimmer in the distance. Just push through this final year, the mountain of exams, the stress-fueled ramen nights, and then it would be freedom. Freedom from textbooks, freedom from professors' drone-like lectures, freedom from the constant pressure to prove yourself. But for now, there was only the present, the slightly stale air of lecture hall B-12, and the prospect of three more hours grappling with the intricacies of 17th-century French literature.

My first class, European Romanticism, was familiar territory. Professor Dubois, with his tweed jacket and perpetually surprised eyebrows, was practically an old friend after two semesters of dissecting Byron's angst and Wordsworth's musings on daffodils. The next two classes, however, were uncharted waters: Medieval Art History, where I desperately hoped the professor wouldn't quiz us on the difference between Romanesque and Gothic arches, and Advanced Genetics, where the potential for complex Punnett squares already had my head spinning.

By the time I stumbled into my fourth class, PSC 419: The Political Effects of Globalization, I was ready for a nap. But the exhaustion evaporated the moment I saw Dr. Kemp. He was tiny, a sprite of a man with twinkling eyes and a neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard. As he outlined the syllabus, his voice was a warm rumble, like well-aged whiskey swirling in a glass. And then, the door creaked open, and my heart did a triple flip.

"Ah, Mr. Piker," Dr. Kemp welcomed, "Nice of you to join us. Class, this is your TA, Hasan. Hasan is working on his PhD in political science here, Hasan, what are your office hours this semester?"

The man who walked in was…well, breathtaking. Dark hair tousled by invisible hands, eyes that held the glint of mischief and intelligence, and a smile that could charm the sunrise. He cleared his throat.

"Uh, yeah, pretty packed schedule this semester, so just email me if you need to meet up, and we'll find a time."

That was it? No booming baritone introductions, no grand plans for interactive seminars? Just a mumbled email address and an evasion of office hours? Disappointment flickered across my face, quickly masked by a cough. Dr. Kemp chuckled.

"First day and already zoning out, Ms. Y/N? We have a lot to cover this semester, globalization is a tangled web, isn't it?"

He launched into a whirlwind explanation of the coursework, detailing everything from intricate trade agreements to the rise of populist movements. I tried to focus, tried to decipher the complexities of cultural homogenization and international power struggles, but Hasan kept drifting into my vision. His hand resting on the lectern, the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the playful glint in his eyes as he met Dr. Kemp's gaze. My mind was a chaotic dance floor, Professor Kemp's words mere background music to the silent symphony of possibilities playing out in my head.

The rest of the class passed in a blur. Charts of global trade flows morphed into Hasan's sculpted jawline, intricate political maps became sketches of his smile. Finally, the class ended, the sweet release from academia and its alluring distractions. As everyone shuffled out, I lingered, hoping for a chance encounter, a stolen glance, anything to break the spell before it consumed me whole. But Hasan was already gone, swallowed by the labyrinthine corridors of the university, leaving behind only the faint echo of his name and the intoxicating image of him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes holding mine for a single, lingering moment.

My legs finally stumbled out of lecture hall B-12, the weight of the day settling on my shoulders like a damp backpack. My notebooks bulged with scribbled notes and half-formed insights, remnants of the academic marathon I'd just run. Exhaustion tugged at my eyelids, urging them shut, but the phantom heat of Hasan's gaze still pulsed beneath my skin. Could his name become a mantra tonight, a whispered incantation against the inevitable sleep that beckoned? Would I dream of power dynamics and trade imbalances, or would his face, framed by that dark, tousled hair, be the only image etched in my subconscious mind?

Dinner in the cafeteria was a blur of lukewarm pasta and whispered gossip about the new TA. My roommates peppered me with questions, but my answers were mumbled monosyllables, my attention already caught in the web of possibilities Hasan had woven around me. Even the rhythmic thrum of the washing machine sounded like a heartbeat, my chest pounding a primal rhythm against my ribs.

Finally, curled up in my bed, surrounded by the familiar chaos of textbooks and half-eaten candy wrappers, I felt a strange mix of exhilaration and trepidation. Junior year might be about finishing lines, but with Hasan lurking on the horizon, the only finish line I could see was the one blurring the edges of my consciousness, pulling me toward a dream where textbooks and exams dissolved into the intoxicating haze of his smile. One thing was certain – this semester, at least, was going to be anything but smooth sailing.

The Tuesday morning sun peeked through my blinds, but the usual jolt of caffeine-fueled urgency was missing. Today, with only CJ 290: Criminal Theories on my schedule, the pressure valve hissed a sigh of relief. Professor Evans, a woman with a penchant for dissecting motives and questioning morals, was never one for early morning torture sessions. I lingered in bed, savoring the luxury of stolen minutes, my mind a tangled mess of globalization, trade agreements, and, more persistently, Hasan's captivating eyes.

My day unfolded in a leisurely waltz, devoid of the usual academic frenzied pace. I drifted through a bookstore, getting lost in the labyrinth of dusty spines and the promise of new worlds, then indulged in a leisurely lunch in the park, watching squirrels chase each other across the sun-dappled grass. But even the chirping birds and rustling leaves couldn't drown out the persistent hum of his name in my head. He was a phantom presence, whispering possibilities around every corner, making the mundane seem vibrant with anticipation.

As dusk began to paint the sky in hues of orange and purple, I found myself drawn to the familiar warmth of the campus dining hall. My heart did a somersault when my gaze landed on a familiar figure seated at a corner table. It was Hasan, his head bent over a book, his brows furrowed in concentration. My breath hitched, and I instinctively ducked behind a towering stack of trays, my heart pounding a frantic tattoo against my ribs. Should I approach him? Strike up a conversation about trade agreements or political philosophers? But the words caught in my throat, choked by the sudden shyness that bloomed in my chest. I watched him from the shadows, a voyeur to his book-filled world, content with simply stealing glances of his coffee-sipping lips and the way the light played on his dark hair.

He was gone by the time I gathered the courage to emerge from my self-imposed exile. The dining hall was bustling, the hum of conversation washing away the quiet intimacy of my stolen observation

. I left with a pang of disappointment, the taste of his unspoken presence lingering on my tongue, a sweet-sour mystery I couldn't quite decipher. As I lay in my bed, I couldn't help but think of him. His tall, muscular body, piercing brown eyes, and the way his voice commanded attention in the lecture hall. I had been his student for the past semester and every time I saw him, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.

I know it's wrong. He's my TA, someone in a position of authority. But the more I tried to suppress my thoughts, the more they consumed me. I finally gave in to my fantasies. I closed my eyes and imagined him in my bed, his hands roaming my body, his lips on mine. I could feel the heat between my thighs as I thought of him undressing me, his touch igniting every nerve in my body. I ran my hands over my breasts, imagining his lips on them, sucking and flicking my nipples. My breathing became more rapid as I thought of him trailing kisses down my stomach, until he reached the place I craved him the most. I could practically feel his tongue teasing me, his fingers exploring every inch of me. My own fingers moved faster as I imagined him entering me, making me moan his name.

As I reached my peak, I couldn't help but scream out his name. I collapsed back onto my bed, panting and flushed. But my mind couldn't stop there. I needed more, I needed him. I imagined him holding me close, whispering dirty words in my ear as he continued to pleasure me. I wanted him to be rough, to dominate me. And in my mind, he did just that. That night, as I drifted off to sleep, the shadows behind my eyelids danced with the image of his smile, a silent promise of encounters to come, of a semester forever teetering between textbooks and stolen glances, between academic pursuits and the intoxicating allure of a TA with a name that was becoming my own personal forbidden fruit.

The Wednesday morning sun rose, casting a golden hue over the campus as I made my way to my first class of the day, EN 370: European Romanticism. Professor Dubois, with his tweed jacket and perpetually surprised eyebrows, greeted us with his usual enthusiasm, diving into the depths of Shelley and Keats with fervor. But my mind wandered, drifting back to Hasan and the tantalizing possibilities he represented. HY 346: Medieval Art History followed, the lecture hall echoing with the professor's passionate discourse on the intricacies of cathedral architecture. Yet, as I scribbled notes on flying buttresses and pointed arches, my thoughts strayed once more to the enigmatic figure of Hasan, his presence a magnetic pull that defied the boundaries of the classroom. BIO 243: Advanced Genetics brought with it the complexities of Punnett squares and genetic inheritance, but even as I grappled with alleles and phenotypes, Hasan's image lingered in the recesses of my mind, a persistent whisper of distraction amidst the academic clamor.

Finally, the moment I had been waiting for arrived as I stepped into PSC 419: The Political Effects of Globalization. Dr. Kemp's warm rumble filled the room, a soothing undertone that hinted at the depth of knowledge and experience lying just beneath the surface. "Good morning, everyone," he began, his voice carrying the weight of years spent navigating the intricate web of global politics. "Today marks the beginning of a journey into the heart of one of the most pressing issues of our time: globalization."

As he spoke, each word seemed to carry with it a sense of urgency, a call to action in the face of a rapidly changing world. "Globalization," he continued, "has reshaped the political landscape in ways we are only beginning to comprehend. From the rise of transnational corporations to the erosion of national sovereignty, its effects are far-reaching and profound." His words hung in the air, a silent invitation to delve deeper into the complexities of this modern-day phenomenon.

But even as Dr. Kemp expounded on the intricacies of trade agreements and cultural exchange, my attention was inexorably drawn to Hasan. His presence at the front of the room was like a magnet, pulling my gaze away from the professor's lecture and into a world of tantalizing possibilities. I found myself captivated by the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his lips curved into a half-smile as he listened to Dr. Kemp's words. I couldn't stop staring at Mr. Piker, wondering if he knew what I had done the night before. I tried to focus on the lecture, but my mind kept drifting back to the thoughts from the previous night.

"Hasan," Dr. Kemp's voice broke through my reverie, bringing me back to the present moment. "Would you care to share your thoughts on the role of globalization in shaping political ideologies?" Hasan's eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection that crackled between us. "Uh, yes, of course," he replied, his voice steady despite the hint of surprise that flickered across his features. "Globalization has undoubtedly had a profound impact on political ideologies," he began, his gaze sweeping across the room. "It has facilitated the spread of ideas and information on an unprecedented scale, challenging traditional notions of sovereignty and identity." His words were measured, his tone confident as he delved into the complexities of the topic at hand. And yet, despite his obvious expertise, there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, a fleeting glimpse of the man behind the TA facade.

As Hasan spoke, I found myself hanging on his every word, caught in the magnetic pull of his presence. His voice was like a siren's song, drawing me deeper into the labyrinth of his thoughts and ideas. I couldn't tear my gaze away, couldn't shake the feeling that we were connected in some inexplicable way, bound together by the invisible threads of fate.

The rest of the class passed in a blur, the minutes slipping by unnoticed as Hasan and Dr. Kemp dissected the nuances of globalization and its political ramifications. I scribbled notes furiously, my mind racing to keep pace with the torrent of information flooding the room. But amidst the chaos of academia, one thing remained constant: Hasan's presence, a beacon of light in the murky depths of my subconscious.

As the class ended, I felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment wash over me. Relief that I could finally escape the confines of the lecture hall, but disappointment that I would have to wait until next week to see Hasan again. I lingered for a moment, watching as he gathered his belongings and made his way to the front of the room. Our eyes met briefly, a silent exchange that spoke volumes without a single word being uttered. And then, just like that, he was gone, leaving me to navigate the swirling currents of my thoughts alone.

As I made my way back to my dorm, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted, that a door had been opened to a world of possibilities I had never dared to explore. Hasan had awakened something within me, a hunger for knowledge and connection that transcended the boundaries of the classroom. And as I lay in bed that night, the echo of his voice still ringing in my ears, I knew that this semester would be unlike any other, a journey into the unknown with Hasan as my guide.

Two weeks passed in a whirlwind of lectures, study sessions, and stolen glances. Despite my best efforts to focus on my studies, Hasan's enigmatic presence continued to linger in the back of my mind, a constant distraction amidst the academic chaos. But as the days flew by, the impending exam in PSC 419 loomed larger and larger on the horizon, a stark reminder of the need to buckle down and prepare.

The next time the class met, the atmosphere crackled with nervous energy. Dr. Kemp's warm rumble filled the room as he handed out the exam papers, his eyes flickering with a mixture of anticipation and gravity. "Alright, class, you’ll have 50 minutes to complete this exam," he announced, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "You may begin."

As the minutes ticked by, the rustle of papers and the scratch of pencils on paper filled the air, each stroke a testament to weeks of diligent preparation and late-night cramming sessions. I kept getting distracted by Hasan sitting at the front of the room, his gaze flicking across the rows of students, no doubt looking for any signs of cheating. Every time our eyes met, I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and excitement swirling in my chest.

Despite my nerves, I managed to focus on the exam, my mind racing to recall the intricacies of globalization and its political effects. But as I flipped through the pages, answering each question to the best of my ability, doubt crept in. Had I studied enough? Had I missed any crucial details? The uncertainty gnawed at me, a constant companion as the seconds ticked by.

As I gathered my belongings and made my way out of the lecture hall, a sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach. The weight of Hasan's gaze lingered on me, a silent reminder of the unspoken tension that simmered between us.

Friday came, and I anxiously awaited the exam results, a knot of apprehension tightening in my stomach. When Dr. Kemp finally handed back the papers, my heart sank as I saw the red mark glaring back at me. Hasan had failed me. Confusion and frustration swirled in my mind as I scanned through my answers, unable to comprehend where I had gone wrong.

Desperate for answers, I sought out a classmate to compare notes. To my disbelief, our answers aligned perfectly. Each question meticulously answered, every concept grasped with precision. With newfound resolve, I confronted Hasan, armed with evidence of my innocence.

Summoning every ounce of courage, I made my way to Hasan's office hours, determined to confront him about the unjust grade. As I entered his office, the air seemed charged with tension, the weight of our unspoken conflict hanging heavy between us. Hasan's eyes met mine, but there was no warmth in his gaze, only a guarded wariness that sent a chill down my spine.

I launched into my argument, laying out the evidence of my innocence with a conviction born of righteous indignation. But instead of engaging in a rational discourse, Hasan's demeanor grew increasingly defensive, his rebuttals growing more vehement with each passing moment. It was as if he were grasping at straws, desperate to deflect blame and avoid accountability for his actions.

As the minutes ticked by, it became painfully clear that Hasan had no intention of acknowledging his mistake, let alone rectifying it. His refusal to even entertain the possibility of an error left me feeling helpless and betrayed, a pawn in his reckless game of academic manipulation.

But then, as I prepared to leave, Hasan's tone shifted, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "There might be another way to resolve this," he said, his eyes locking with mine in a knowing gaze. My heart raced as I realized the implication of his words, the sudden surge of desire mingling with the lingering anger and frustration.

In that moment, I saw an opportunity to turn the tables, to reclaim control over the situation and emerge victorious. The thought of using my newfound leverage to secure a better grade both thrilled and terrified me, the line between right and wrong blurring in the heat of the moment.

With a tentative nod, I accepted Hasan's proposition, a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I realized the power I held in my hands. As we drew closer, the air crackling with anticipation, I knew that this was a gamble I was willing to take, consequences be damned. For in that fleeting moment of forbidden desire, I saw not only a chance to right a wrong but also a glimpse of the intoxicating allure of surrendering to temptation.

With a sense of both trepidation and excitement, I agreed to Hasan's proposition, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. As we drew closer, the air between us crackled with anticipation, the tension palpable as we stood on the precipice of a decision that would alter the course of our academic and personal lives.

Hasan's gaze bore into mine, dark and intense, as if searching for any hint of hesitation or doubt. But all I could feel was a fierce determination, a resolve to seize control of the situation and emerge victorious, no matter the cost. The lines between right and wrong blurred in the heat of the moment, overshadowed by the intoxicating allure of forbidden desire.

Without a word, Hasan closed the distance between us, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he brushed his fingers against my cheek. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of us locked in a silent dance of longing and anticipation.

His lips met mine in a searing kiss, igniting a firestorm of passion that threatened to consume us both. With each touch, each caress, the boundaries that had once separated us melted away, leaving only the raw intensity of our desire.

As our bodies entwined, the air around us crackled with electricity, charged with the urgency of our shared longing. Hasan's hands roamed my body with a hunger that matched my own, igniting a wildfire of sensation that blazed through every nerve ending.

In that moment, all thoughts of exams and grades faded into obscurity, replaced by the primal need to surrender to the irresistible pull of desire. As Hasan's lips trailed down my neck, his touch setting my skin ablaze, I knew that there was no turning back.

With each passing moment, the intensity grew, building like a tidal wave ready to crash over us both. And when it finally hit, the sheer force of our passion left us breathless, tangled together in a web of tangled limbs and whispered promises.

Hasan's fingers found their way between my legs, trailing along the wetness that had welled up there. A gasp escaped my lips as his thumb circled around my clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through every nerve ending.

"You like that?" he growled in a low murmur against my ear.

I nodded eagerly, unable to form any coherent words as desire consumed every fiber of my being. The intensity grew with each passing second, building like a pressure cooker ready to explode.

Hasan's fingers explored my depths with a skill and finesse that left me breathless. The way he teased and pushed against my gates of pleasure, driving me to the edge of madness, was exquisite. My body clenched around his fingers, begging for release, but he held back just enough to keep me teetering on the precipice.

"Just like that," he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. "You want me to fuck you so badly, don't you?"

I moaned in response, unable to form coherent words as desire coursed through my veins. The urgency within me grew with each passing moment, demanding satisfaction. But Hasan knew exactly how to wield power over me, to keep me desperate for him.

"No," he replied with a mocking tone. "You're not going to come yet." A flicker of frustration crossed my face as I struggled against his firm grip. He chuckled at my futile attempts to break free from his hold.

"Don't worry," he continued, his voice dripping with seduction. "I'll make you scream my name when I give you what you crave." His touch intensified, fingers pressing deeper inside me as if testing the strength of my walls.

The anticipation was unbearable, my body trembling with a mixture of impatience and ecstasy. "Fuck," I moaned, frustration coursing through my veins like wildfire.

Hasan smirked, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "Not just yet," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. My breath hitched in disappointment as I felt the ache deepen between my legs. "You're going to have to beg for it properly."

My hesitation mingled with defiance as I locked eyes with Hasan. He knew exactly how to push all of my buttons - the power he held over me was intoxicatingly dangerous. But even amidst the haze of desire, there was a flicker of reluctance deep within me.

"Please," I whispered hoarsely, barely able to form the words amidst the overwhelming need coursing through every inch of my body. Hasan chuckled darkly at my plea before pressing his lips against mine in a searing kiss.

With a swift movement, he lifted me up effortlessly and threw me over his desk. Sharp and dirty furniture scraped against my skin as I landed with a thud. The air crackled with anticipation as Hasan positioned himself at the entrance of my wetness.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice dripping with seduction. My heart raced in response, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through me like electricity.

I nodded eagerly, unable to form coherent words amidst the whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume me. The uncertainty mingled with desire as Hasan pressed against the entrance of my core.

"Fuck," he growled lowly, gripping my hips tightly. "You want it rough, don't you? You want me to fuck you hard and fast?"

My breath hitched in response as I nodded frantically, unable to resist the magnetic pull that drew me towards him. He began to thrust into me with a force that made the desk move forward with each thrust.

"You like that, huh?" Hasan taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You like how I'm taking you so fucking hard?"

My mind was consumed by a mix of pleasure and frustration, but I couldn't deny the raw hunger between us. With each powerful thrust, my walls clenched around him tightly, desperately begging for more.

Hasan's eyes locked onto mine as he picked up the pace, his grip on my hips growing tighter with each passing second. The air in the room was thick with anticipation, filled with moans and curses that echoed off the walls.

I could feel myself teetering on the edge once again, desperate to surrender to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my veins. But Hasan knew exactly what he was doing to me - he chased my sweet spot relentlessly, and I could feel myself edging closer and closer to the brink once again.

And then it happened. The intensity intensified until I exploded in ecstasy, crying out Hasan's name as waves of pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave.

Hasan's thrusts grew more intense, his grip on my hips tightening as he fucked me harder and faster. The friction between us was unbearably intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure cascading through every inch of my body.

My mind spiraled with a mix of guilt and desire, torn between the forbidden desires that consumed me and the rational thoughts screaming for moderation.

"Fuck," I moaned, unable to contain myself. "You're so fucking good at this."

Hasan's eyes smoldered with dark amusement as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine in a hungry kiss. "That's right," he whispered huskily. "You love being fucked. You love how I use you for my pleasure. God youre such a whore, letting your TA do this to you, all for a good grade. You're my little slut, aren't you?"

He growled, his voice low and husky. I moaned and came again, my pussy clenching around his cock.

"Yes! Yes! I'm your little slut!" I cried out as he pounded into me hard and fast.

I moaned and writhed beneath him, my body responding to his dominance. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!" I cried out as he pounded into me with a force that made the desk creak and squeak.

The door to the office was locked, but it didn't matter. The sound of our bodies slapping together was loud enough to be heard outside. Hasan's hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me.

"Fuck, Hasan," I moaned. "You feel so good inside me." Hasan grunted in response, his eyes locked on mine as he continued to pound into me. His grip on my hips tightened, and I could feel him starting to lose control.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "Where do you want it?" I bit my lip, considering. "Inside me," I finally said. "I want to feel you fill me up." Hasan grunted again, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his climax.

He thrust one last time, burying himself deep inside me as he came. I could feel his hot cum filling me up, and the sensation sent me over the edge as well.

I came hard, my pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to thrust into me. I was panting and shaking as he slowly pulled out of me. He sat back on his heels, looking down at me with a satisfied smile. "That was amazing," he said, stroking my hair gently.

I smiled back at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment. "Thank you," I said, my voice still shaky from the intensity of the orgasm. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the forehead. "You're welcome," he said, his voice low and husky with desire. “I think someone earned themselves a 105%,” he winked at me as we left the building.

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A "reciprocal tariff" implies that the country we target with it is tariffing us. The problem is the countries listed on that damned board are NOT tariffing us like that. The White House took the trade deficit we have with the countries, divided it by their exports to us, and is claiming that is the tariff percentage that country has levied against us. Tariffing them all half of that hogwash number then seems like we are being lenient or leveling the playing field to anyone who accepts this as fact.

We aren't punishing them for tariffing us. We are punishing ourselves for buying more from a country than we sell to it.

This is something all advanced economies do. Advanced economies import food and cheap goods, and export technology and services.

Every single advanced economy on earth has trade deficits with some of the countries it buys goods from.

They are counting on you to not care or not understand this.

Korea is listed as 50 percent tariffs against us on that stupid chart.

On average Korea tariffs us at less than 1 percent and has a free trade agreement with us.

We are reacting with a 25 percent blanket tariff.

Just because they made Donald a chart does not make the data on that chart TRUE.

We are a uniquely strong global superpower, some of these countries will be forced to play ball. That doesn't make this the truth. And the truth used to matter here.

The truth is the steel mills aren't coming back and the auto-factories are going to use 5 and 6-axis robots to assemble their cars, not us.

I beg you. Look into these numbers. Tariffs this broad and this strong nearly starved your great-grandparents a hundred years ago. We had to put niacin in the food to prevent pellegra.

You owe it to them to understand what's actually happening.

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