#Price Reversals

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Volume Underlay

Introduction: In the realm of technical analysis, traders and analysts often rely on various indicators to gain insights into market movements and make informed decisions. One such indicator that has gained attention for its effectiveness is the Detailed Underlay. In this blog post, we will delve into what the Detailed Underlay indicator is, how it works, and how traders can utilize it to…

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On the Horizon: VeChain (VET) Inches Towards Key Trendline, What's the Next Move?

VeChain, a significant player in the blockchain realm, is undergoing scrutiny as CryptoBusy unveils a detailed analysis, shedding light on the complexities within its recent price movements. The exploration provides a nuanced understanding of VeChain's current market landscape, presenting both trends and challenges that stakeholders should be mindful of.

Deciphering the Ascending Trendline

VeChain's price trajectory is currently entwined with an intriguing ascending trendline, maneuvering through three distinct support levels. These ascending lows (1, 2, and 3) hint at a robust uptrend, showcasing the cryptocurrency's resilience. However, the analysis also introduces an element of uncertainty as it speculates on a potential third interaction with this key trendline. The outcome remains uncertain, leaving room for various market scenarios.

Fibonacci Retracement Levels: Indicators of Market Dynamics

The examination delves into the significance of Fibonacci retracement levels, particularly emphasizing the 0.5 and 0.618 marks. These levels, derived from Fibonacci numbers, serve as critical indicators for potential price reversals. The analysis demonstrates how VeChain's price reacts to these levels, offering insights into market dynamics and the potential for shifts in sentiment.

Price Action Unveils Market Behavior

Detailed observations on price action provide a window into VeChain's market behavior. The intersections where the price aligns with the ascending trendline (points 1, 2, and 3) act as crucial indicators of support, offering insights into potential price movements. The analysis also navigates through VeChain's journey, from a strong uptrend to a correction phase, unraveling the cryptocurrency's unique market narrative.

4-Hour Timeframe: Real-Time Considerations

Contextualizing the analysis within a 4-hour timeframe offers granular insights into VeChain's price movements. As of the analysis, VeChain's valuation was at 0.082 USDT. However, real-time data from CoinMarketCap presents a different picture, indicating a slight dip with VeChain valued at $0.02844. This real-time context becomes a crucial factor for traders and investors navigating the ever-evolving cryptocurrency market.

In conclusion, CryptoBusy's comprehensive analysis of VeChain's chart provides stakeholders with a multifaceted view of its market behavior. By decoding technical indicators, scrutinizing price action, and considering real-time updates, the analysis equips market participants with a holistic understanding of VeChain's evolving dynamics.

[geekyforex]

Learn How To Identify Price Reversals Using Moving Average Indicators

In this article, we will explore how to use moving averages to identify potential trend reversals and discuss the benefits and limitations of this strategy.

[florabellalove]

LET ME SPEAK MY TRUTH 🦢🫶🏼

sometimes I just want to read a reverse comfort fic about some big burly character absolutely breaking down, call it a saviour kink or whatever but there seems to be an absence in this world

[writewithmiaaa]

Poly!141 X female reader

Title: Shadows in the fog

Pairings: Poly 141 X reader

Warnings: Poly relationship, Typical COD violence (reader gets shot), descriptions of blood/wounds, canon typical COD stuff:)

Summary: The 141 and female reader (call sign: Viper) are on a mission. But what will happen when it all goes wrong?

Type: Angst💔

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The night was dense with fog, the kind that clung to your skin and turned every breath into a veil of chill. Task Force 141 had been sent deep into hostile territory, their mission clear: retrieve critical intel and get out. You were embedded with them, a vital part of the team. Captain Price led the way, his presence a solid reassurance in the murk. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz moved like shadows, each step calculated, every sound absorbed by the oppressive darkness.

You had the rear, scanning for any sign of threat, nerves on edge. Suddenly, the crack of a gunshot shattered the silence. Then the force of the bullet slamming into your side. Pain exploded through your body, and you fell to the ground, gasping for air. The world started to spin, edges blurring as you struggled to stay conscious. How had it happened so quick? Where were they? Why had nobody noticed?

"Man down!" Gaz's voice cut through the haze, urgency sharp in his tone.

Price was at your side in an instant, his eyes fierce with determination. "We've got you Viper, stay with us," he commanded, pressing his hands against the growing wound on your stomach to staunch the bleeding.

More shots wrung out as Ghost and Soap take out the last of the enemies in the area. They flank you, their eyes scanning the perimeter for the shooter. "Oi! Soap, cover us! Ghost, get her ready for exfil!" Price barked, his voice a lifeline in the chaos.

Soap moved to cover, his weapon ready, eyes cold and focused. Ghost knelt beside you, his normally stoic mask cracking with worry. "Hold on, love," he murmured, his voice soft enough that only you could hear. "We're getting you out of here." He grabbed your arm, keeping you stable. He promised you he’d protect you. And he failed.

When you looked down, you groaned. “Fucking ‘ell thats a lot of blood.” Your hands were painted a sickly crimson red from pressuring the wound.

Your vision darkened, the pain becoming a distant throb. Though, you could just make out Ghosts eyes behind the mask, a mixture of fear and protectiveness.

Gaz returned, his face grim. “LZ is hot, but it’s the only way. We need to move now.”

Price lifted you with a grunt, the pain sparking fresh agony through your body. “Stay with me viper.”

Each step was a struggle, every movement a battle against the encroaching darkness. You could feel your strength ebbing away, the world becoming a distant echo. Ghost’s hand remained on your arm, his touch a constant reassurance.

Soap and Gaz took point, their movements precise, deadly even. Every shot was more accurate than the last, determined to get you home safe, a vow to get you home alive. Price’s jaw clenched as they reached the exfil, his jaw set in determination.

Finally, the helicopter loomed ahead, a beacon in the night sky. They hustled you inside, the roar of blades a deafening epiphany. Yet you couldn’t hear them. You couldn’t hear anything.

Your consciousness continued to dip, vision turning blacker than the world outside. Ghost continued to grip your arm, keeping you stable. “You’re going to make it Viper, not long now. We can’t lose you.” You heard the underlying message. He couldn’t lose you.

The others hung nearby, their eyes never leaving your face. Soap and Gaz took defensive positions, their focus split between the enemies and their fallen girl.

The two medics onboard worked frantically, but you could feel yourself slipping further. “Oi, stay with us Viper!” Ghost muttered once he saw your eyes begin to roll back.

The last thing you saw before the darkness claimed you was their faces, a mixture of love and worry. The group showed raw, clear emotion. Ghosts deadly grip on your arm, Price’s intense gaze, Soap’s protective stance and Gaz’s unwavering focus. You knew you were in safe hands.

And so you shut your eyes.

In the days that followed, you drifted in and out of consciousness, the pain a constant reminder of the hardships of your job. Save the world, and sacrifice yourself whilst doing so. However, your stomach was beginning to heal. Not without a nasty scar though.

Every time you opened your eyes, you saw atleast one of them there. A constant companion. They never left you, a constant reminder of the unbreakable bond you had all formed.

[longmaxsilvarg]

chloe being 5'9 is actually so crazy like girl wyd getting shot 3 times go get on the court they need you

[iceman-soup]

amab masc!reader x bot!price

Sure, he's your superior, but if Price gets you that hard whenever he calls you "sir," then who are you to deny him some role reversal?

And yeah, maybe you both realised it was a thing by accident, when he sarcastically said "yes, sir," just to be a little bitch, but the way you blushed and had to adjust your trousers certainly didn't go unnoticed, and it's not really his fault that he had to call you into his office later anyway. I mean, he could've avoided teasing you, calling you "sir" even then, but what's the fun in that?

Especially when it ended up with him pressed against the wall, one hand over his mouth to muffle his moans as you fuck him senseless, leaving hickeys high enough on his neck to be visible whatever he's wearing, pulling his hand away to hear his cute little begs and whimpers as he wanks himself off as best he can whilst you pound into him.

Breathing heavy when he calls you "captain," even though you're nowhere near that rank. His hole clenching around your dick, milking your cum from it and making him fall into you when you loosen your grip on him. Whining that he's not cum yet, pouting when you take his hands and pin them up against the wall again.

"Please, Captain, sir," he sobs, hips bucking against nothing, desperate for friction. When you reach a hand down, light touches to his cock to tease him, he cries out a far too loud "please," forcing you to shut him up with your mouth, sharing kisses as you move your hand up and down til he cums all over it, his teeth biting your lip as he moans out a final "sir," whimpering and leaning into you tiredly.

[gronnulv]

[godihatethiswebsite]

Desert Oasis

✽ Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x f!reader (The Mummy AU)

Main Masterlist ✽ Ao3

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✽ Part 2 - Cultivating a curious mind

You know what? I blame @dragonnarrative-writes for all of this. It's all their fault for poking this part of my brain in the first place even though I was originally just trying to poke theirs ><

There were only so many places you'd been allowed to go growing up even with a chaperone at your side. Mother brought you up the way any well respected young lady should be, and to be honest you felt much more at home in your skirts and dresses working on your drawings in the parlor than you did climbing over the fence in your backyard like your cousin convinced you to. But your father worried Kyle was improperly rubbing off on you and wanted to find you something to fill your head with where you could still be kept an eye on.

His solution: the Museum of Antiquities in Cairo.

After all, how much trouble could you get into reading about dead guys? At least they wouldn't be trying to chase your skirts as you got older.

Father owned his own shipping company that dealt with the transport of goods and wares, ancient artifacts included. He knew the people who were in charge of the facilities and thought this could be a replacement for the adventures your cousin liked to try to drag you on.

The beautifully painted sarcophagi drew in your imagination like a moth to a flame, chiseled sculptures and pillars depicting ancient beings far different than the god you'd been brought up believing in. And weren't you just the most well behaved little girl when your father brought you along on his business trips. All he had to do was put a book in your hand about the Old Kingdom and you'd stay seated right where he left you until it was time to leave. The drawings in your room turned less from pretty landscapes and fresh vases to imitations of the reliefs you'd seen from photographs of burial chamber walls. Your mother was slightly alarmed at first, but once she saw you still happily keeping up with your piano lessons and needlework she quickly gave in.

Once you were old enough to walk around the city by yourself, you stopped by the museum at least once a week just to spend hours wandering the halls - sometimes more if you noticed a new shipment of wares showing up on your father's ledgers that week slated for delivery. Always so eager to witness the unveiling of new items even if they'd never get put on display. One of the perks of growing up around the loading docks and being a sweet well mannered child to the workers.

You didn't work at the museum with Dr. John Price, but you'd frequented there an awful lot to have come to decent terms with the man. Always gruff, a bit rough around the edges, but boy did he have a mind for antiquities.

He wasn't always the easiest man to deal with; someone who didn't have time for the stupidity that came with being around the uneducated masses during business hours. He'd been working there in some capacity or another since you'd first became a patron, though back in those days he'd been a lot less rigid.

At one point you'd been barred from looking at a book that your father deemed had too much suggestive material in it - it was a tome about Tawaret, goddess of childbirth and fertility - and sent over to your favorite reading chair with something about Pepi II instead. Try as you might you couldn't get into it, mind still lingering on the forbidden subject which was just the latest in your stream of mythology research. You'd been half-heartedly flipping through the pages when a shadow passed you by and casually deposited the desired reading material in your lap, not even bothering to glance your way as he kept moving and turned down another aisle. He was clean shaven back then, but he'd made an impression as a kindred spirit willing to look the other way.

Now almost twenty years later you did your best to stay out of his way and disturb him as little as possible, but every so often you'd be fortunate enough to stumble upon him on a good day where he'd indulge you on certain topics of conversation that flowed smoothly, allowing you to see the lingering passionate twinkle of a younger man hiding behind eyes so full of wisdom and tired experience.

(And if you happened by chance to occassionally pass by a tall, large, tank of a dark robed man waiting patiently for his turn to have an audience with Price on your way out of his office - following you with his deep brown eyes and a cloth cover shrouding the lower half of his face from view - you kept your gaze to the floor and gave him a wide respectful berth, only risking a glance back at the individual long enough to see the broad planes of his back disappearing behind Price's door with a click of the lock)

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[marzipanandminutiae]

“akschually, it’s classist to say people shouldn’t visually modernize Victorian homes!!! what if they can’t afford restoration?!?!?!”

then how the hell could they afford to IKEA-fy the place, Deborah? you have to pay contractors to do all those major modifications, after all, just as you would to restore

nobody’s mad about temporary, cheap wall-to-wall carpeting to make the floors warmer. that can be removed whenever someone else wants it gone, down the line, and the wood underneath will still be there

we’re mad about knocking down all the interior walls, replacing sconces and chandeliers with recessed can lighting, and painting the whole place greige

[of-mutts-and-men]

*wistful sigh* nippleplay...

I love the idea of it but I swear if I pull too hard my nipples will come off. They’re grafted on there 😭😭. Does anyone else post op deal with this or am I crazy. I think a little sucking on them would be fine though 🥺🥺 they’re sensitive.

[zer0point5ive]

do you wanna do it reverse bear tonight. shit sorry babe i mean the cowgirl trap. fuck i mean the revers

[completeoveranalysis]

[5]

Anyway Yuuko was speaking. 

And this looks like it’s the moment! The thing that caused all the details of the world to change! 

How WILD that Yuuko reaches in to clarify it’s possible BUT you’ll change so much else in the process. And specifically mentions the guilt. The guilt is part of the price, especially for permanently changing everyone’s lives. 

OH.

OH THERE WE GO. THERE IT IS. 

The reason that Nadeshiko and Fujitaka were disproportionately affected by the Time Change is that they knew about the curse. And just… How wild that their act of secrecy ended up limiting so much damage. I wonder if they knew? Or at least were aware of the possibility? That if they told Touya and Yukito, let alone Sakura and anyone else, that their lives would also be Up to be completely irrevocably changed if it came to this?

Nadeshiko and Fujitaka putting it ALL on the line to save their daughter, and betting with not just their current lives but the entire course of their existence in order to save her. Of course they would. They lost it all to save her, but they paid it, presumably, willingly. 

The alternative is extremely dark. 

But either way, Yuuko is upfront with the fact that Lava Lamp himself will take the Full Responsibility for ALL of this and what it entails. Which is a truly wild amount of responsibility to place on a 13/14 year old, which really feeds into what he mentioned last chapter. The PHENOMENAL, UNIMAGINABLE weight of completely changing the entire lives of all the people. 

I have to assume the price he has to pay is the Lava Lamp Experience, which is probably only that low on the tragedy scale because the Full Cost of Fujitaka and Nadeshiko’s entire current existence is also counted against the price. 

OH YES, HERE WE ARE. The cost of turning back time IS the Trapped in a Lava Lamp Experience, AND Fujitaka’s current existence, AND Nadeshiko’s current existence, AND the Guilt, AND His Freedom, AND putting his life in great danger, AND being completely separated from Sakura, AND her not knowing HIM at all, AND having to watch seven plus years worth of the parallel life play out through someone else’s eyes, with all the pain that brings - AND in all that, no guarantee that he’ll even be successful. 

Here we have it! How big the Prices of these wishes can really get!

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[livelovecaliforniadreams]

1x12 | 2x9

[just-me-venting-cause-life-sucks]

*sighs* we're back here again...