#zig zag indicator

[strategyapex]

Zig Zag Your Way to Trading Success

Learn how this simple yet powerful indicator can help you spot market trends and improve your trading decisions

Hey Tumblr traders! Let's talk about something that's been revolutionizing my trading game lately - the Zig Zag indicator! You know how sometimes the market looks messier than your room after a weekend gaming marathon? Well, this tool is like your trading mom, helping you clean up all that chaos!

The Zig Zag indicator is basically your market's personal stylist - it takes all those messy price movements and turns them into a sleek, easy-to-read pattern. It's like having a GPS for market trends, showing you the important twists and turns while ignoring all those annoying detours.

When I first discovered this indicator, I was skeptical. I mean, how could something so simple be so useful? But boy, was I wrong! It's like having a pair of noise-canceling headphones for your charts - blocking out the market noise and letting you focus on what really matters.

Want to know the best part? You can customize it to your trading personality! Whether you're the type who likes to take things slow and steady or you're all about that fast-paced action, the Zig Zag indicator can adapt to your style. It's the Swiss Army knife of trading tools!

In conclusion, if you're tired of getting lost in the market maze, give the Zig Zag indicator a try. But wait, there's more! For my fellow automation enthusiasts, I've discovered that Quagensia is a game-changer when it comes to automating Zig Zag strategies. Its drag-and-drop interface lets you create automated trading rules without writing a single line of code. You can set up custom alerts, create entry and exit rules, and even combine the Zig Zag with other indicators for more complex strategies. Head over to my website for a complete guide on how to make this tool work for you. Remember, in trading, sometimes the simplest solutions are the most powerful ones. Keep it simple, keep it fun, and let automation handle the heavy lifting. May the trends be ever in your favor!

[kiddotarot]

Astrology and your body parts

So if you dont have your horoscope or birht chart and if you dont know which planet is strong and weak look at this here I am recently reading books and here i got the pic in two books explaining the body part connected with planets the main indicators are palm just look at the picture

( ignore the camera quality)

You can look at someone's palm and you can tell the planet's strength. In the palms diffrent areas are divided by the planets just like jupiter under index and sun under the ring finger and Saturn under the middle finger if the portion or mount on palm in not upper lift its means it is weak and if its upper lift and soft its means it in good position but this is not just we have to look there are other things depends like texture , colour, softness and signs and marks .example =

Angelina joile

( its from google not mine )

Look at her venus its lord of luxury sitting in 2H as the lord of 5H and 9H its means she got really lucky in the case of wealth , fortune , beauty and creativity talents and its gave her immense wealth . Now look at har palm and venus mount which is under the thumb .

And here close up .

( pic are not mine )

The are is bright and upper lift and and bright with not zig - zag line with soft texture and pink colour so its shows the planetary effects in palm also .example 2=

jeon junkook

( pics not mine )

Its his chart and his venus is in 9H in Libra as lord of 5H and 10H which is a good position thats gives him luxuries and wealth through his career and gives him popularity now look at his hand .

( pics not mine )

According to this pics he has a very good venus mount which gives him luxuries, luck , wealth and a mole on it which gives him strong attrition toward the opposite gender . Example 3=

Sign thats indicates body parts

( ignore camera quality)

Here the lecture i am listening and you can see the sign which represents our body parts and in hindu mythology and traditionan we often see people touches the elders person feet for blessing and the feets in astrology indicates pisces means Jupiter which give luck and fortune . So if we touch someone or eldrs feet they are giving us fortune and luck with blessings . Example 4=

My palm

( ignore the camera quality)

My sun mount under the ring finger is not up lifted and not fully develop and often in my childhood i faced issues with self esteem , shy , introvert ,and bullied too much as a child and my sun in my horoscope is badly placed because of saturan aspects. This is all my reserch and observation .

( again if not all the final results we need to check more things)

Hope you like it

[yallthemwitches]

Too Much Birthday

A sequel of sorts to my @jilytoberfest fic for Day 11 (Small Touches) Written for Day 14, prompt:Surprise Party!

Might be a contender for the fluffiest thing I've ever written if I'm being honest...

AO3 Link Here

“Wow, my mates truly have no shame do they?”

Lily creaks open the door to the boy’s dorm. Records and jumpers litter the floor all the way to where James is leaned up in his bed, a copy of Transfiguration Travails open on his knee.

“Nope—absolutely none for the whole lot of them, but don’t act like you are so shocked.”

James puts the magazine down and sits up. Lily tries not to let her eyes settle on where his shirt is unbuttoned three places more than it should, but the backdrop of his bed is making it even more difficult to ignore. She wonders if he hadn’t just broken up with Maelle a week ago would he be somewhere else, somewhere more festive, rather than holing up in his room.

“Ok Evans. Go on, tell me the pitch.” He smirks and crosses his arms behind his head. 

“You aren’t allowed to go downstairs until Sirius comes to get you.” 

She says it in her most stern, prefect voice, specifically leaving out some key words in the paraphrasing. What Sirius actually said was to distract him, but seeing as they were alone with his bed easily accessible, the word sounded too charged to repeat. 

“Mhm, just what I thought.” An amused smile tugs at his face. “And what is stopping me from just muscling my way past you and down the stairs?”

“I guess my bizarre loyalty to following directions.”

James’ eyes narrow and suddenly Lily wishes she hadn’t agreed to be his keeper for the unforeseeable future. After his break-up, things had been weird between them. He had stopped coming to study in the library, no longer even passing her notes when they were both bored in History of Magic. In all honesty, Sirius coming to her for this favor was the only indication that she wasn’t out of his life entirely. 

Perhaps that’s why she agreed to do it, despite knowing how dangerous it is to be left alone with Potter in his room. Because, well, she misses him. 

James stands up from the bed and takes a small step forward, eyes narrowed like a cat on the hunt. Lily plays along. She’s been around him long enough to know what his brand of mischief looks like. She takes a wider stance, arms up and poised to fight.

She waits for him to start running at her, maybe make a zig zag approach and slip past. Instead, he walks slowly— deliberate with his steps and a coy smile curling his lips.

Stopping right in front of her, he pushes his hands in his pockets, wildly amused. It's close enough to where she can feel his body heat emanate into her space. 

“I’d like to get by now.”

“No chance, Potter.”

Quicker than she can comprehend, she is lifted off the ground. They have never touched like this before but inexplicably she is now in his embrace, being pushed against his chest to hover just a few centimeters away from the floor— a far cry from the knee touches and playful smacks they give each other in the library. She lets out a squeal of surprise, then a pealing Oh! as the reality of his arms, his chest, his gleefully stupid expression all click into place. 

He drops her suddenly, eyes wide with remorse. Both hands run through his hair. 

“Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry, that was out of line.” He scrubs a hand down his face, attempting to figure out what compelled him to cross the invisible line that separated friendship from something else entirely.

“Hey, it’s fine. I was playing along.” 

An understatement; it was more than fine, brilliant even to finally feel what the embrace of James Potter felt like. 

He looks around the room, clearly no longer feeling comfortable with the situation. She wants to say there are no hard feelings— but what she really wants is for him to do it again. 

“Look, you can tell Sirius that I’ll keep myself up here and you can–”

“No really, it's fine. We were just having a laugh–calling each other’s bluff.” He looks at her with uncertainty but she ignores it.

“Ok, new idea. Why don’t you give me a grand tour of your room?”

James blinks. Any wariness about their previous incident erases from his face as he raises his eyebrows and gestures broadly to the room, spinning around once in place for effect.

“Well—here it is.”

Lily snorts. “That’s not what I mean asshole—I meant your side of the room. Knowing you, you have all kinds of weird bits and bobs hiding around.”

She doesn’t wait for an invitation, walking past him and towards the bed she found him sitting on when she entered. James follows quick at her heels, juggling between bewildered and excited. 

“Alright Potter, let's see it.”

She looks around his space. In many ways, it's a visual microcosm of him: a little messy, but with a clear method to the madness. He gestures to the bed, amusement fully restored on his face.

“Well, that’s my bed—I use it for sleeping.” 

“Alright, good start.” She can feel a smile cracking on her face. 

“And that’s my broom–I use it for quidditch.”

“Groundbreaking.”

“And those are my books—I use them for reading.”

She can’t help but laugh at the stupidity of it all–not even just the tour but everything about the evening so far. 

“Wow Potter. Have you ever thought of going into the hospitality business? You make an incredible tour guide.”

She flops herself down on the side of the bed nearest to a stack of books on the nightstand and grabs for the one separated from the rest. He stands there for a moment, eyes lingering on her with red blooming beneath the wire rim of his glasses before sitting next to her, knee jostling hers as the bed moves from his weight. 

Lily turns the book in her hand. “The Animal Instinct: My life as the first Animagus.”

He clears his throat. “I like biographies—especially ones written by old bats that make me fall asleep.”

Lily opens the book to where it is marked and recognizes her handwriting on the piece of parchment holding his place. James makes a noise of discomfort, but Lily pulls the note out of his reach.

It is months old, but she recognizes it immediately. It was one of the notes she passed to him during Professor Binns’ lecture on the Thelema Inquisition Act of 1935. Handwriting untidy and smudged, the note reads: 

Remind me to tell you about the stupid thing I did in Potions this morning.

It meant nothing really. She couldn’t even remember what stupid thing she had been referring to. Yet, the note was there nonetheless, passing through his hand each time he read before bed. 

“I just needed something to mark my page and it was the first thing I found,” he equivocates, running a hand through his hair. 

She doesn’t respond, continuing to reread the note. It is a testament to better days—days where James and her were unquestionably mates.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?”

 Maybe it’s because of the note or maybe because she has just invaded his personal space, but she wants to be honest for once.

“After you and Maelle broke up, you started to act really weird with me–like we weren’t friends anymore.” He doesn’t say anything, looking down at his hands that rest in his lap.

“--I understand that you are probably going through a lot, but—I miss you. I just hope you know that if you want to talk, I’m here for you.”

She is staring ahead, but a calloused hand turns her face towards him and his lips meet hers. Suddenly, she can’t think anymore, can’t even remember why she is sitting in that room with him, but she can feel his mouth: warm and soft and gone as fast as it came. 

“In all honesty Evans, I have just wanted to do that.”

His hand is still on her cheek and she pulls him back, already feeling addicted to the smell of his skin and how his lips know the perfect pressure to press into hers. 

Their kisses are full of smiles and laughter as much as sighs and groans of contentment. Even after what seems like eternity, neither pulls away, both able to feel that anything beyond their space together is a speck of dust in comparison.

“Sirius will probably call for us soon–” She says it just as a matter of fact, but her mind is very far from whatever his mates have prepared for him for the rest of the evening. 

“Don’t care. Don’t need a party,” he says through his kisses, each one as tender and loving as the last.

“You sure? I heard Sirius got you a real lion—”

“I’m not one for extravagance—I’m very modest as you know.” 

She laughs and he catches it with his mouth. Joy bursting from both of them. 

“Going down there would be too much birthday, I reckon. Might as well play it safe and stay up here.”

She lets him keep kissing her, only stopping so they tangle closer together. She knows eventually Sirius will come bounding up the stairs, searching for the man of the hour, but until then, she will keep on holding him close, happiness more infectious with each passing second. 

After all, it is his birthday.

[calendae-creations]

I have a new knitting pattern up for sale in my shop!

This pattern is for a knitted lacey kippah around 10 inches across, and is $5 in my shop. Suitable for all occasions, and for Jews of any gender! It is knit in the round, from the center out, and isn’t especially challenging as lace goes. The center section has a spiral design, and the outer edge has a zig-zag-ish design that reminds me of flower petals.

Materials and Tools Used:

5 size 3 double point knitting needles

around 70-90 yards of 21 wpi yarn – I often like to use cotton, but any fiber should work fine

stitch markers – at least one to indicate start/end of round; I also like to have 8 or 9 more on hand to separate the lace sections

row counter (optional)

I'm a disabled artist, so reblogs really help me.

EDIT: I forgot to include the ravelry link

[doomspaniels]

Developed a new minimal-effort game for days of painful flares that do allow some walking time.

* Collect scented go-find targets and dog treats.

* Walk straight out of house to nearest fenceline, conveniently covered in grapevine so you can't see the far side (or any convenient visibility block handy).

* Walk short distance along fence, throwing scented targets over the fence, to where the dogs can't see them.

* Walk around corner of fenceline, indicate far side, and tell dogs to find the scented targets.

* Wait while they bring all the targets, and both get treats for each one (it's a team effort!)

Wow, you can really see Guinevere's Spaniel Oscillation (moving in a zig-zag) even in pictures taken more or less every few seconds in a vaguely thataway-ish direction. (also that she glances my way in the pause while galumphing, to see if I have suggestions or changes)

* All right, they found the last one! Dog candies jackpot!

* Time to go bac--oh, look at those faces. Okay. Walk back along the fenceline, throwing the targets back to the ground on the first side.

* Repeat search for targets, jackpot, and go rest.

[idonttakethislightly]

Blue Delliquanti, the creator of one of my all-time favorite comics, did this post a while back about cartooning technique. The quote I want to highlight is:

"A question I ask is who the “viewer” of a scene is intended to be. Adversary is often framed through Curtis’s visual perspective, but not always. There are certain things that he doesn’t see or can’t recognize, and I was very deliberate about what those moments were." (Where Curtis is one of the characters in another comic they created.)

When I first read that quote I found it intriguing, but I couldn't quite make sense of what they meant by it. I got the sense it meant more than just "Is the panel showing what any one character literally sees?" but I couldn't reason through what someone's visual perspective really was.

Now, after spending about a zillion years staring at certain pages of The Power Fantasy, I think I get it. Let's talk about what Tonya sees in this page, versus what she experiences, and how the visual storytelling zig-zags between those two things.

There's two interesting things- okay, there's a bunch of interesting things going on in this page, but let's talk about the shift between panels 1 and 2, and between panels 3 and 4. They're both communicating what Tonya experiences, but not by showing what she sees- in fact, showing the world through her eyes (literally) would probably do a much worse job of putting you in her shoes (metaphorically.)

Panels 1 and 2

While Tonya is being yanked through the air by Heavy's gravity powers, the colors go from "realistic" (full-spectrum) to a limited palette that turns her skin blue. This isn't an indication that gravity powers turn things blue- they never do that any other time, and also it doesn't make sense for gravity to have a color. Heavy's powers aren't blue, Tonya's feelings are blue- it looks weird and unnatural to have blue skin, and it feels weird and unnatural to be sent flying. Also- I think the implication is that in panel 1 of this page, she's already arrived, because the only movement we see is her opening her eyes. She continues to feel like the world has gone all wrong, right up until she opens her eyes and sees that she's arrived.

Panels 3 and 4

Panel 3 is the one panel on this page that could plausibly be what Tonya actually sees- page 4 definitely isn't. But they both communicate how she interprets Heavy in that moment, even if she can't literally see his face from their positions in panel 4. He goes from a friendly, somewhat romanticized figure in panel 3 to sketchy and roguish in panel 4. Heavy's suddenly in shadow (even though he's facing a light source, if you really think about it!) because he's acting shady. (A lot of visual effects overlap with verbal idioms, which is something I could talk about for about a million years if given the chance, but I'm trying to stay on topic.)

...so this entire page is fairly strongly from Tonya's perspective, even if only one panel of it is through her eyes. I plan to keep digging into this topic, because I don't think that's always the case- I think there's scenes/pages that switch back and forth between characters, that don't align the reader with any one character, and so on. Updates forthcoming as I learn more.

[mybeingthere]

"When I carve shell it comes from our country.

I tell personal and spiritual stories.

It’s about keeping our culture alive, and, when I dance, I am proud of who I am."

Russell ‘Wossy’ Davey Jooda, Bardi dancer and pearlshell carver, 2015

Decorated pearl shell pendants from the Kimberley region, Western Australia. These have been incised with traditional Aboriginal as well as more contemporary designs, and filled in with red ochre.

"Pearl shell was the highly prized focus of ritual and exchange networks in Australia. Its glistening iridescent qualities embody the shimmer of water, rain, and lightning, evoking ideas of spiritual well-being and ancestral connection. Engraved pearl shell pendants were given to boys during rites that marked their transition to adulthood and were predominantly used and worn by men during ceremonies, attached by belts or necklaces of hair string, with the power to bring rain or heal the sick.

Known by a variety of local names (including riji, jakuli, longkalongka) they were, and in many areas still are, exchanged along a vast network of overland trade routes that extends along the western coast and across the vast desert interior as far as Australia’s southern shore, more than a thousand miles away. Carved from the shell of the gold-lipped pearl oyster (Pinctada maxima; a species not endangered in the region), each is engraved with a series of angular geometric motifs which are filled with red ochre and fat, or powdered charcoal to highlight dynamic designs.

These linear elements meander across the surface of the lustrous inner lip of the shell and are typically composed of three parallel lines which flow and interlock to create animated designs. The geometry of these interlocking zig-zags and meandering lines indicate the movement of water, so vital to life, in its many manifestations: the rain of storm clouds, the ebb and flow of tides, and the tracks of ancestral beings such as the Lightning Snake across the landscape."

https://museum.wa.gov.au/.../lustre-online-text-panels/guwan

[chibilino]

IDFC

synopsis: You and your roommate are oblivious to each other's feelings

pairings: roommate! Haechan x fem! reader

genre: college!au, fluff, angst, 3 smau slides

warnings: kind of mention of sex, food, alcohol, crying, swearing, grammar

word count: 2.4k

You stood in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of tea when your roommate had left for the first party of the weekend. It was his turn to host the party pregame get-together, meaning you got absolutely zero studying done for the past roughly three hours he and his friends were there. You look over to the time on the display of the microwave as you pour the hot water from the kettle into your cup. If it’s 10pm now, that means Donghyuck likely won’t be back until around 2am, so I can get 4 good hours of studying in. You thought to yourself as you walked back to your room. You plop back down at your desk, sighing as you straighten all of your papers, looking for the best place to begin. 

You had been able to sit and concentrate on the papers sprawled on your desk for about 3 hours before it all started to look the same, indicating you had used all of your allotted brain cells for said task and forced yourself to sit on the couch and watch Charmed. To say it was your comfort show would be an understatement. When you first moved in, Donghyuck complained the entire month of October because he was forced to watch nothing but Charmed if you were home. Although he complained the entire time, he still stayed and watched with you, letting you explain parts he didn’t quite understand due to the fact he had missed an episode, or 7, because he was either taking an exam, pretending to study for said exam, or partying. 

Donghyuck wasn’t a bad roommate by any means. He was respectful of shared spaces and always made sure to not use any of the grocery items you had purchased without getting permission from you first, and on the off chance that he needed to, he would replace it and text you almost immediately. He was so friendly and nice to you when you first moved in, and it shouldn’t go unmentioned that he is not bad to look at. The situation was very stressful for both you and Donghyuck. You were kicked out by your previous landlord because he was selling the building and only giving you 2 weeks of notice to find somewhere else to live while you finish your degree, and Donghyuck’s previous roommate dropping out altogether and leaving him with the rent of the two bedroom apartment. 

The only downside was when he got drunk. 

You liked to call Donghyuck “Haechan” when he was drunk, because to you, he felt like a different person. You had been at the same party as him and his friends before and let's just say it was a less than desirable experience. You were familiar with his fuck boy antics when he was drunk but hearing them is completely different from seeing them begin with your own eyes. 

You had planned to only watch an episode or two and then confine yourself to your bedroom before Haechan got home, but things didn't go as planned. Instead you fell asleep on the couch, and were woken up to your loud roommate stumbling into your shared apartment. 

“Honey, I’m home!” he sang as he haphazardly kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the entryway before walking in a zig-zag pattern to the living room where you looked up at him from the couch groggily. 

“It’s 2 in the morning. Must you be so obnoxious?” you spat before slowly standing up from the cozy spot on the couch and making your way to the kitchen to return your mug. Donghyuck followed behind you as he began to tell you the events of tonight's party, slurring most of the words as they fell from his lips. You could tell by his demeanor that he would not remember the majority of tonight and you were slightly surprised he was even able to make it home in one piece. You make a mental note to thank Renjun the next time you see him while rinsing your mug in the sink before placing it into the top rack of the dishwasher. 

“You’re looking at the new pong champion, y/n” he says as he flexes his right arm and places a kiss on his bicep. If he won and looks like this, you don’t want to know what the others who played looked like. 

“That’s great, Hyuck” you respond, walking back to the living room to finish your episode of Charmed, Donghyuck followed suit. Sitting on one end of the couch, you throw the blanket over yourself and wiggle to get into the most comfortable position. Donghyuck takes this opportunity to sprawl out next to you, laying his head on your lap in the process. This action didn’t startle you as it happened frequently. Donghyuck was a very physically affectionate person and things like this mini cuddle session became a norm in your shared apartment. To him, your thighs were just better than a pillow, but to you, to you it was more than that. 

You always underestimated your feelings for Donghyuck, pushing them to the back of your heart, telling yourself it would be better to just suppress them, that nothing good would come from confessing. However, nights like this made doing just that extremely difficult. After a few seconds your fingers found their way into his hair and you could feel him relax further into your lap. You look down at him with a smile before that same smile turns into a frown when you remind yourself that no matter how much you want this to mean something for both of you, it will never happen. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up the next morning, still on the couch with Donghyuck, his head still on your lap and your hand still in his hair, the only difference is the grip of his arms around your thigh. You move slightly, hoping the movement was enough to make him loosen his grip on your leg but not so much to tear him from sleep. Luck seemed to be on your side today, his grip loosened enough for you to slide your body out from under him and off the couch as you walked lightly towards your room, closing the door behind you. 

About an hour has passed since you hid in your room. You made your way to the kitchen, deciding it was more than enough time to not seem suspicious. You heard Donghyuck groan from the couch and you peek around the corner to see him. 

“Rough night,huh?” You say as Heachan sits up from his previous position on the couch, rubbing his head. You grab 2 ibuprofen and a glass of water before walking into the living room and placing them on the table in front of Donghyuck. 

“I think so? I honestly don’t remember most of it.” He takes the medication you brought him and sip the water before placing the mostly filled glass back on the table. 

“Yea. That’s not surprising at all. You walked in at 2am and screamed “Honey. I’m home!”” You chuckled slightly. The interaction last night was annoying but looking back you found it almost endearing. Donghyuck cringed at the thought and made a vow to never drink again, you both know it was a lie. “You should probably let Renjun know that you’re alive.” You tell him before walking back to your room and text Renjun yourself

You spend the rest of your day avoiding your hungover roommate. Renjun’s text keeps you in your thoughts the entire time. 

The next day starts similarly to the day prior, the only difference was Hyuck and his friends pre-gamed at Jeno’s house instead of yours. You study for a few hours and are brought back to reality by the front door opening and what sounded like 2 people stumbling inside. You hear the sounds of a girl giggling followed by Haechan shushing her. Your heart sinks a bit as you realize what is happening and put your headphones on, turning the volume high enough to drown out the sounds you know are coming. Studying becomes increasingly difficult just imagining what is happening in the room down the hall, so you decide to attempt to sleep. Headphones still on, volume slightly higher than before, you lay in bed, watching tiktoks until you eventually can’t keep your eyes open any longer. 

You hear the girl leave the next morning before Donghyuck starts to stir, and you just lay in bed for a few minutes until you know she’s gone. You slowly make your way to the kitchen, making yourself a coffee as well as Donghyuck, since you know he would need it. You place the usual ibuprofen next to a glass of water as you begin breakfast. Donghyuck enters the kitchen groggily as you place a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs next to the medication, water, and coffee. 

“Good Morning.” You say, your voice is a bit weaker than anticipated, still hurt by Hyucks actions and the text from Renjun the day before.  

“God I love you.” He says before taking the meds and stuffing his face with breakfast. You swear you can audibly hear your heart shatter into a million pieces at his words. You smile slightly as you try to mask the pain. 

“Everything okay?” He asks, still shoveling food into his mouth. 

“Yea. I’m fine.” an obvious lie but Donghyucks head hurts too badly and he is enjoying the food too much to notice. “Just have a big exam that I’m worried about, that's all.” You fake a smile as you take a bite of your breakfast. 

“Well. If anyone can ace it, it's you!” he replies enthusiastically. You give another light smile before quickly placing your dishes in the dishwasher and retreating to your room to study. 

Not long after, Donghyuck takes it upon himself to come into your room and plop himself on your bed. 

“May I help you?” You ask without looking away from your notes. 

“Bored.” He says with a huff. 

“Why don’t you hang out with one of your girlfriends” You reply, a bit of disdain in your voice. 

“Where is all of this coming from?” He was confused. You normally enjoyed his company while studying, and he would occasionally help. 

“I can’t do this anymore.” all of the emotions you have held back for so long came crashing in like a tsunami wave. 

“What do you mean? Do what? Y/N what’s going on?” Donghyuck was now concerned on top of his confusion as he watched the tears fall from your eyes onto the notes you had sprawled on your desk. 

“Please just go Hyuck.” You say, wiping the tears from your face. 

“Y/N” 

“Go.” Your voice is softer than anticipated. Donghyuck slowly stood from your bed and made his way out of your room to his. 

He laid on his bed staring at the ceiling, trying to wrack his brain to find what could have caused you to have this outburst. It couldn’t have been the girl he brought home last night, right? You didn’t reciprocate his feelings for you so why would you care if he tried to get over you. He pulled out his phone and texted Renjun. Out of all of his friends, you were closest to Renjun after him of course. 

After Donghyuck had left you pulled your knees to your chest and sobbed at your desk. Your phone lit up with a text from Renjun. 

After texting Renjun, you moved from your desk to your bed. A hood pulled around your head. Your face is stained with tears and your eyes puffy from crying. A soft knock can be heard from your door but you don’t have the energy to move or even vocalize to let them in or tell them to go away. After a moment of silence, Donghyuck slowly opens the door. 

“y/n?” he asks in the darkness of our room, waiting what felt like an eternity to me for you to answer. When you don’t respond he slowly makes his way to your bed and sits gently on the edge near your feet, looking down at his fidgeting hand trying to find his words.

You start to speak before he can. Your voice startles him and shakes him from his thoughts. 

“I can’t keep doing this.” Your voice still meek from crying. You cough slightly before speaking again. “I can’t keep doing this little…. Dance we’re doing.” You try to take a deep breath to keep yourself from crying again, but your voice quivers slightly. “I have feelings for you, Hyuck. I try to act like I don’t and that I don’t care but I do, and it scares me. It scares me because you act like you feel the same, like when you lay with me and watch Charmed and let me play with your hair.” You smile at the memory from 2 nights ago, only for a moment though, and then the tears fill again threatening to spill as you continue “but then you go and bring a girl home and fuck her while I’m here… and then tell me you love me the next morning..” You stop for a moment as tears start to fall. “I can’t tell if it’s all pretty lies or if you feel the same but I am so tired.” You try to get your breathing under control. “Tired of trying, tired of hiding how I feel, and tired of feeling…. Like this…” You gesture to the air exacerbated before pulling your knees to your chest once again, and waiting for Donghyuck to speak. 

He just stares at you for a minute, trying to gather his thoughts, but his body reacted faster than his brain could. Next thing he knew he was kneeling next to you, gently lifting your chin to look at him, before softly pressing his lips to yours. You don’t react right away, still trying to process all of the things you had just said. After a few seconds you relax and begin to kiss back, your lips moving in sync. You pull away, both unable to do anything but look at eachother. 

“I love you.” Donghyuck finally broke the silence. “And not like an innocent, friendly, “I love you”, like I am in love with you.” Your eyes go wide as you register his words. 

“I love you, too” You reply without realizing it. 

[ladypiscesmoon]

hello dear can check if armie is seeing someone right now and if yes then is it serious.

Will timmy go and make things better now or armie is already moving on finally?

Thank you:)

2:2 remember your identity; you can do it Tim: He has to discover his true self, the path to alignment isn't straight, but always zig-zag. This card indicates that he is still feeling weary and lost, sometimes he feels like giving up, like not try and dream about Armie anymore. This card tells him he should not give up, that it's the time to move forward. The lesson he's learning helps him to discover a deeper love and self-acceptance. So, I think it's still the same. He wants to reach out, but since Armie hasn't answered him, he feels like it's a lost cause and he feels lonely and stagnant.

10:10 enter your vortex; aligning with infinite abundance Tim:. He feels still trapped in a situation, and the universe is waiting for him to align with his true self. He has to let go of the resistance to change and set crystal-clear intentions. He has to decide what he desires most. If he wants Armie, he has to do something about it. But he feels so low and paralyzed, he's afraid Armie has moved on completely

9:9 sacred sexuality/accessing the unified field Armie: He has learned so much in the last years, but this card says he's still not completely where he can be. It says he has to let go of toxic beliefs and negative programming that have caused feelings of shame and guilt about heart-felt sexual pleasure. He seems to have some trouble still with the beliefs installed in his youth by his parents (more his mother than his father though). It feels like he wants love, and he doesn't want to wait for it anymore. But the next card: 8:8 honor your agreement, mission in motion indicates that he shouldn't try to solve all his emotional wounds and pain, that this will all happen in time because he will only be fully happy when he has learned this last lesson as well. Because he's impatient, he feels like he has to move on from Tim, who himself is still at a stilstand at the moment. I hope I make sense. It feels like Armie is ready to experiment or is already experimenting with someone else. Thinking about Timmy hurts too much, but it's where his heart still lies.

Bonus: Armie to Timmy:

Timmy to Armie:

*this reading is alleged/for entertainment purposes only*

[yesterdays-xkcd]

If you're not cool enough to do it manually, you can look up tools like Upside-Down-Ternet for playing games with people on your wifi.

1337: Part 1 [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

[Cueball talks to his Friend who is lying down on the floor, using his laptop. Cueball is pointing at the laptop.] Cueball: You're not on the neighbor's WiFi, are you? Friend: Yeah, why? Cueball: The admin... plays games. Friend: No problem. I'll just hop on a secure VPN.

[Cueball's friend now sits on his knees in front of his laptop frantically typing. A message from the laptop comes out with a zig-zag line.] Friend: Whoa, my connections are dying as soon as I start to tunnel anything! Message On Laptop: A VPN? How cute! And stop trying to SSH. Friend: Holy shit! Someone's inserting notes into the pages I request! Editing the TCP stream live! Friend: Nobody's that fast. Who is this admin?

[In a frameless panel, Mrs. Roberts with a hot bun tray in one hand (indicated with five wiggly lines above the buns), with oven mitts on both hands, typing on her desktop computer on a table.] Mrs. Roberts: My goodness. Neighborhood scamps on the wireless. Taptaptaptap

[Cueball is standing with a hand toward his now standing friend, the laptop lies between them.] Cueball: I should have warned you about Mrs. Roberts. Friend: How does she type with oven mitts!? Cueball: You've been pwned pretty hard, man. You might want to sit down.

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: A rather tipsy fellow finds himself alone in the streets of Midway. Surely, everything's just fine, right?

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤️)

Midway

It was always dark in Midway. The gloomy, ghostly town never saw much as an inch of sunlight, forever coated in a blanket of inky black.

The only thing blacker, the only thing even more foreboding, was the Abyss. The looming pool of endless nightmares just off the edge of the cliff the town sat upon.

However, this didn't mean there was no sense or time. There was a day and night, indicated by clocks and the happenings of the town.

During the day, Midway was a bustling and thriving place. Mers flitted about, just as gloomy and sour as the dingy place they lived in, selling wares and getting into scuffles, huddling in groups and side eyeing strangers.

At night, well, the place might as well have been a ghost town. Doors were locked, windows were shut, and the lights were turned off. The only illumination came from a few lanterns strung up here and there, casting an eerie bluish-white light.

Not a soul in the streets. Not a single hint of life.

If you were unlucky enough to find yourself a straggler outside at night, in the lonesome quiet, there is a chance a nearby door will slowly creak open. A large pair of eyes will peer at you, and a voice just above a whisper would rasp,

"Get inside. It hunts at night. It hunts people like you."

But they won't let you in, no. Knock on any door, and you'll feel like the reaper. They won't open. They stay firmly shut and locked up tight.

Try your luck at the inn. Or find a cave. Maybe hunker in an alley corner. Pray, if that's what you do. It's probably heard you already.

Wick had heard this little tangent a number of times. Midway was a living legend of sorts, a popular attraction for adrenaline junkies and ghost hunters scrambling to come to the town so close to the fearsome Abyss.

It was just stories. A marketing technique to attract the few people willing to come down to this backwater hovel. None of that nonsense was real.

So why did he, alone in an empty, dimly lit street, feel so on edge? Maybe it was because he had a few too many before he swam zig-zag out of the local pub.

Yeah, that made sense. He was tipsy, sluggish, and alone in a fairly dangerous town that didn't appreciate strangers. He was just a drunk, slowly coming to realise his own stupidity.

But hey, it was fine. He hadn't been met with any particular aggression throughout the day, and there was no such rule as "don't drink and swim." There wasn't anyone around to crash into, anyway.

Well, except that one guy over there. Or was it a girl? He couldn't really tell.

Wick squinted, trying to make out the figure that stood just outside the light of the lanterns on the other side of the street. It was too far away, too fuzzy, to see.

Well, whatever they were, they weren't in a much better state than him. They were moving around wildly and yelling... something. It was muffled and gave him a headache.

"Hey! Shut... shut up, will you?" He roared, words slurring. "It'sh the middle of the goddamn night!'

The person, he was pretty sure it was a manta ray or something, stopped shouting.

Wick felt a sense of satisfaction come over him and was about to return to his inn for the night when suddenly, the loud drunk he'd yelled at was yanked back into the dark alleyway and out of the light's reach.

The smug grin on Wick's face faded, and he stared at the space the other mer had been. A moment passed, and he was suddenly very aware of how silent it was. Like the town didn't have a single soul residing there.

Eyes. He had a sudden overwhelming feeling that there were eyed trained on him, peering out of that alleyway.

Wick began backing away so fast he nearly flipped over and went belly up in the water. Something glimmered in the dark for a brief moment. Something light purple. Amethyst. Yes, amethyst.

A trickle of ice-cold fear ran down his spine.

Inn. He should get back to the inn and sleep. Yes, that was a good idea.

Wick forced himself to look away from the alleyway, desperately trudging through the alcohol infused sludge in his brain to remember just where his innn was.

He felt eyes on him again. But not from the alley, not anymore. From somewhere else to his left. Or... or right. A direction. Closer than before.

He bit back a fearful squeal and tried to stay calm. It was fine. He was fine. It was just the alcohol. Reality warps when you drink too much. He just needed to lie down.

Wick turned around and began swimming in what he was pretty sure was the direction of his inn. He longed for that nice room, the comfy clamshell bed provided only to particularly high paying guests, such as himself. The fact that he owned said inn probably added to that, too.

The inkeeper, his employee, warned him about staying out too late. Said something about prey or meals. Wick just laughed in his face, wondering if every resident here believed silly ghost stories.

One of the lanterns flickered and went out, and Wick was plunged into darkness. The next lantern was too far away to light anything around him well.

He yelped and began digging through the satchel slung over his shoulder, rummaging past his money and ID to find the flashlight he'd brought with him for the trip into this place of eternal darkness.

He grasped hold of it and quickly turned it on, his drunken butterfingers struggling to hold onto it.

It lit up everything around him in a sudden burst of light, and he looked away to avoid hurting his eyes, only to catch sight of something across the street from hik.

It was a very brief look. A mere second or two, and then nothing was there anymore. If his hazy vision was to be trusted, it was a mer. Maybe the same one from earlier?

No, this one was skeletal and spindly with sickly grey skin. Nothing at all like the manta ray.

Wick's mouth went dry and his heart pounded so hard he feared it would burst out of his chest. His fogged over brain yelled at him to get out of there, to get to light and warmth and safety.

He saw the faintest glimmer in the corner of his eye and spun around, gasping.

"Go... go away!" He screeched. "Whatever yer trying... that- this- isn't funny!"

Silence. Dead silence, accompanied by a faint metallic smell.

"Leave me alone!" Wick screamed, his voice hoarse. He turned un a circle, clutching onto his torch like a lifeline and shining it at every possible shadow.

There was definitely something out there. Waiting in the dark.

'Swim' commanded something in the back of his kind. 'Swim away and fast. Who knows what that thing is.'

Wick's body obeyed. He found himself lurching forward and swimming as fast as his tail could manage, his heart thumping as all-consuming fear curled its tendrils around him.

His tail. His bright red tail. His pretty, envy inducing tail with long fins that glittered like gems in the light betrayed him. It caught on a pile of rocks, and he was sent tumbling forward into the sand.

His flashlight rolled away, flickering and buzzing from the impact. He scrambled to get up, to grab the light and swim again, breathing hard.

His heard hurt. His face hurt. Tears stung at his eyes. He didn't know where he was anymore.

The feeling of a hand on his arm nearly made him lose his supper in fright. It esd could, rough, and bony. Long sharp claws dug into his skin, drawing blood.

Wick screamed in terror as he was forcefully pulled off the sandy seafloor. He flailed and waved his arms around wildly, trying to strike at whatever had grabbed hold of him.

He twisted around, fist raised, and all colour drained from his face.

Large, needle-like teeth, stained red, flashed in the light of his torch.

..........................................

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little fic!I was trying out a new thing here.

Also, I realised that normal Silas hunts are a lot more swift, so he's pretty bored here and decided to have some fun XD

Tagging: @distant-velleity @br3adtoasty @rainesol @theleechyskrunkly @jovieinramshackle

@galaxies-and-gore @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @officialdaydreamer00 @krenenbaker

@offorestsongs @kitwasnothere @elenauaurs @boopshoops @inotonline

@1dont-really-know @kazumify @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@ghostiidasponk @thegoldencontracts @the-banana-0verlord

@casp1an-sea @offorestsongs @tixdixl @poisoned-pearls

@ramshacklerumble @the-trinket-witch

[estera-shirin]

Bowl with horned animals—Central Iran, 5500-4000 BCE

According to the Met: "Like much of the pottery from Iran in the Chalcolithic Period (ca. 5500-3000 B.C.), this piece is very skillfully made, with thin walls of very uniform thickness. Parallels with similar pottery excavated at the site of Tepe Sialk near Kashan allow it to be dated to 5000-4000 B.C. The bowl has been burnished to a glossy shine, a process in which a vessel that has dried to leather-like hardness is rubbed with a stone or bone tool in order to make the surface less permeable to liquids. This process may have been primarily functional, but the care and effort placed on the shaping and decoration of the bowl suggests that the aesthetic effects of the gleaming surface were also important. While the outside surface of the bowl is a uniform red color, the inside has been decorated with painted concentric circles connected by eight hatched zig-zag patterns arranged like the spokes of a wheel. Above the uppermost circle, four stylized ibexes with large horns are painted, their bodies indicated by outlines filled in by a crosshatched pattern, their heads facing in a clockwise direction and tilted slightly forward, as if in motion. The combination of the animals and the swirling pattern below them gives the impression of quick, spiraling movement, with the vertical zig-zag lines seeming to represent the flashing legs of the ibex in flight from a pursuer. As the bowl was decorated on the inside, it was probably meant to be seen primarily from above, perhaps as the person drinking from the bowl gradually emptied its contents, slowly revealing the design."

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

A Real Dish

18 hummed to herself as she typed and browsed away on her PC tablet while Marron napped peacefully in her room, the blonde cyborg quirking a brow in a Spock-like fashion as she saw a notification for an e-mail from none other than Zig-Zag. Our resident short king's hot sexy wife had struck up quite the friendship with the Siberian Tiger Skunk ever since her hubby had started raking in Double Z studios major views and Zeni as their current human porn star. Who knew there was a market for a human guys on anthro girls? Suffice to say, 18 wasted little to no time in tapping the notification, opening her mail to find it was a video attachment.

Once she checked she was alone and put on her wireless headphones, she hit play and waited for it to load, curious to see what the kinky anthro wanted her to see for her eyes only. Once it loaded and buffered, the video opened up to a scene of someone's point of view from a body cam as they rode in a car, with the hands on the steering wheel being telltale signs that Ziggy was the driver, turning to show Krillin was in the backseat while Tina Lynx sat in the passenger seat. The hybrid and feline babes making small talk with 18's hubby who seemed nervous and hesitant as the passing scenery indicated they were entering some small town suburban neighbourhood. Pulling up to a modest little home as the trio stepped out to make their way to the front door with Zigzag's tone of voice and the pep in her step indicating she was very eager and excited to come here.

The reason for this was made clear as the front door opened to be answered by quite a lovely looking furry milf who the blonde learned went by the name Helen Dish. A dish indeed and Zigzag's tone of voice made it clear she certainly thought so as she greeted the likely single mom like an a dear old friend. A very close, intimate friend indeed if that very tongue heavy kiss she gave her was anything to go by which only made 18's pussy quiver with sensual anticipation. How very kind of the Siberian tiger skunk and her feisty thicc lady friend to have clearly edited this seamlessly so she wouldn't have to be kept waiting to see how spicy this house call was no doubt going to get.

From a brief bit of friendly chatter, the blonde watched as a round of introductions was made with Zigzag of course speaking quite highly of Krillin to, much to 18's growing delight, hot single mom (seems she had quite an amicable divorce with her husband years back and Zigzag had come into her life one day and given her quite the sexual awakening). No doubt chipping away at any hesitation or doubt Helen might've had as it was made plenty clear that she'd never been with a human before, man or woman. Which only made the following make out session between her and Krillin all the more arousing for both Tina and Zigzag as well as 18 as the divorcee's mindset clearly found itself going with the flow more eagerly. Pants and gasps of arousal escaping her sweet lips as she and the short king began to get acquainted with one another physically and intimately, Helen's moans deepening as she felt up the human stud's crotch or hi hands on her special places such as her quite firm breasts or that lovely denim hugging booty.

The clothes were soon flying off in no time as the growing heat of passion and attraction between 18's shortround bull and the hot single furry mama grew like a campfire getting further fuel. Zigzag and Tina chiming in with a little commentary here and there as they and the cyborg watched the now naked human dude and furry babe going at it like horny teenagers. Helen's moans borderline bitch in heat levels as she bumped and ground her furry form against the smooth Adonis physique of the former monk, his fingers 3 digits and knuckle deep in her pussy while she grasped and stroked his cock in her hand. She had clearly never imagined or thought any man, human or other wise especially of Krillin's size could be packing such length and girth, her nectar flowing in response to feeling the twitching pulse and heat radiating from that shaft.

18 made no attempt to resist her hands as they moved of their own accord and proceeded to touch herself all over from groping her own breasts with firm squeezes to plunging her down the front of her jeans and panites to flick her bean. Suppressing her cries of desire as she watched her man and Helen become very intimately acquainted as they were now performing a 69, the milf laying atop her man with him squeezing her furry buns as he had his face pressed deep against her booty. Eating her out while she licked and sucked on his shaft as their arousal was no doubt helped by their two woman audience who were certainly enjoying the erotic documentary happening before them as much as the cyborg was right now. But of course it only got better from there....

Once the foreplay had been played through, 18 was pleased to find Helen now straddling her man's lap as she bounced and rode on Krillin's cock. His hands on her luscious sexy mama asss while he pumped and thrust into the heated, wet snatch of the furry bombshell who held onto his sculpted shoulders. Her moans being drowned out by the occassional kiss she shared with the short as she felt his length and girth reaching and hitting sweet spots she didn't even know she had. But 18 knew her hubby was only just getting started on rocking the hot sexy mama's world.....

From downward dog to full on doggy style and into prone bone and riding that short king's cock cowgirl style, Helen was clearly becoming drunk with pleasure. 18 certainly knew that feeling all too well before she found her enjoyment of this amateur style piece skyrocket as Zigzag and Tina got so turned on that they just had to join in the fray. The one on one becoming a 4 way of her short king and 3 furry hotties as Ziggy placed the camera in an angle and position to catch the action as she ambushed Helen with a kiss while Tina sat and parked her luscious furry booty on Krillin's oh so fine face. And it got wilder from there, naturally.....

From Krillin taking one girl in missionary or from behind as she ate one of the other two out to plowing one as he fingered the other 2, it was an erotic dance of one man and 3 beautiful anthro women. A seamless montage of scenes such as Hele and Zigzag scissoring one another as Tina was in a mating press with Krillin to all 3 of them giving him a blowjob all at once. 18's shameless self pleasuring taking her along on the momentum building within, climaxing just in time as the video finished with Krillin cumming inside Helen. Followed by him jerking off and firing off some shots on the sexy faces and tits of her, Zigzag and Tina......

As the video faded to black, 18 cleaned off her wet, sticky hands as she cleaned herself up a bit and began typing up a reply to the e-mail. Giving quite an in depth review that'd put most professional critics to shame as she thanked Ziggy for the video and enquired if she could get Helen's address and contact details if Krillin didn't already have them. After all such a sexy single mama like that clearly needed a good man in her life to keep her company in the bedroom. And the romantic eyes she was making at her man werre as undeniable as they were HOT!!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jasmine and Honeydew

Chloe Sinclair was quite a paradox of a woman in many ways, a self made success in the world of corporate industry yet seemed to have ambitions on par with a megalomaniac from a spy drama movie. The looks and figure of a bombshell supermodel and a seemingly bimbo personality yet happened to rank high among the biggest networths listed on the planet. But nobody knew her better than herself of course and she was a woman with a simple view on life; know what you love, love what you know. And Chloe loved nothing more than finding ways to get her damn rocks off.....

So imagine her delight when in a partnership meeting with the oh so fetching CEO of Capsule Corp, Bulma Briefs, had seen the blue haired brainiac make her day. She'd been thinking of maybe requesting a baker's dozen worth of those hunky Warrior Monk boytoys she'd seen the spicy review videos for but Bulma did her one better by offering her a bit of quality time with the real deal himself. Oh and wouldn't you know it, the guy just so happened to be current favourite pornstar Don Juan Sanchez and Ziggy, exotic sweetheart she is, approved of making it happen. Provided Chloe of course made sure to record it on camera and send her copy or stream it, Chloe promised the latter and to gladly have her name and face publicly used, why have shame in showing off getting wild and rowdy with Double Z's resident stud in thei human dudes on furry girl porn?!

Naturally the arrangements were made as soon as possible to have the cute bull, Krillin she learned his name was, brought on over to her personal private island home slash corporate headquarters. Along with his wife and daughter of course under the pretense of a family vacation though she was informed the blonde bombshell knew of this and also approved, hell she wanted to watch it happen!! Chloe had a feeling they would get along famously but of course she'd see to that sweet little angel child of this would be cared and provided for, their daycare was top of the line!! Soon as the little care was dropped off there and assured she'd be well looked after, the exotic skunkette began to put her plan into action as she took Krillin and 18 along to show them their guest room.

Said guest room was a penthouse suite, never let it be said hospitality wasn't a quality that Chloe Sinclair lacked with Krillin being in awe of the view. Only to turn around and drop his jaw in shock, eyes widening in surprise as he found his wife and Chloe suddenly French kissing one another, shameless wanton moans exchanged between their lips as their respective blue eyes looked his way. As if no doubt asking him if he was liking the show he was getting before they got to stripping one another naked, giggling with mischief in their tone as they strut their sexy nude selves over his way. Chloe of course shooting a secret wink and a smile over at one of the hidden cameras she had set up as if to say "Enjoy the show, you naughty pervs...", having them set up to record and stream this to Zigzag and Bulma, to name a few as thanks for making this little playdate happen.

Before Krillin could even get his brain working again to ask just what the hell was happening, let alone the how and why, his libido up and hijacked control once more as he found himself ambushed by Chloe and 18. The cyborg and skunk babe respectively taking turns giving him sloppy, tongue filled kisses before soon having a heated 3 way make out between them. The blonde and platinum haired hotties kissing and licking their way down his torso as they stripped him naked, with Chloe kneeling beside 18 as she looked in awe and rapture at Krillin's now exposed cock. Accepting this lovely offering as 18 grasped it for her by planting licks and kisses from the immense tip to his smooth, heavy balls, now those were some dragonballs and these 2 would be all she needed to have her wish granted!!

Krillin of course was unaware of the free private show he was giving as Chloe showed she had quite the oral skills, her mouth and throat had more of a quality akin to a pussy. Those sapphire blue eyes of hers twinkling adorably as if displaying worship and awe his way as she sucked and blew on his shaft. Her tail sensually wagging as it radiated a particular scent...not unpleasant mind you but quite unique and intriguing...like jasmine and honeydew. It was enough to make him feel drunk or somewhat relaxed enough that he couldn't help but along with the erotic flow and momentum his wife and their feisty hostess had set upon him.

Which might be how and why he was soon rutting Chloe balls deep in a missionary position, her moans melodic as she showered him with absolute honest praise. Deeming him the biggest and finest lay she's had to date, one of her lovely legs draped over his shoulder and the other around his waist as they pressed their lips together in a sloppy kiss, her furry booty jiggling against every smack of those heavy dragonballs of his. 18 kneeling beside them as she held Chloe's hand with firmness yet tender in a sense of intimacy, watching on with pride as her man made one of the wealthiest, most financially powerful women on the planet become his latest sexual conquest. Their mutual enjoyment of course growing in anticipation knowing the pleasure would only get better from here onwards.

That was most definitely the case as one moment 18 was being taken prone as she had her lips pressed to Chloe's muff or Chloe doing the same as Krillin fucked her doggy style. The next one of them sat on his face having him eat them out while the other rode his cock cowgirl style. Each and every position with every second to minute passing hours being transmitted to key individuals such as Chloe's personal assistant Persephone to Zigzag and Bulma as the short king unknowingly boosted his erotic fame. Especially once that video would get passed and shared around but hey couldn't get any crazier, right?

If only Krillin had even an idea of what fate had in store for him in the future, of who and what was going to come his way down the line. Of how his intimate encounter with Chloe had not escaped the notice and observation of an unseen, powerful force, one that could give even the Gods of Destruction pause and hesitation. A being who could observe the vast multiverse at their leisure like browsing channels on a tv for personal entertainment and pleasure. Especially and particularly when it came to looking for potential new playmates to share a warm bed with and snuggle up to.

So far in her voyeuristic observations, she’d found one of her counterparts had encountered quite the adorable little imp and a sturdy beefcake himbo, who both also so happened to be very talented in bed. Now another of her alternate selves in a very unique version of Earth had just finished with what was, she had to say, a very unique physical specimen in Krillin, having watched every single moment of their intimate acquaintance. Observing her scrying orb with sensual delight and anticipation as she added his name to her list of potential playmates. Her wicked, erotic mind already thinking of ways to have fun testing and prepping him for when they'd finally meet....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TGIF!!!

Krillin took a deep relaxing sigh as he soothed his muscles in the cosy confines of the hot tub in the private room so generously provided to him and his family by Chloe. Say what one will about the lovely Ms.Sinclair when it came to her sexual appetites but she sure knew how to treat her guests when it came to hospitality. Which 18 was certainly enjoying as she had taken Marron to one of the many beaches along the shore for some fun and quality mother daughter time. The lovely kinky skunkette of course was going to be occupied with some business and company matters which gave him a much needed break from the nonstop sexual marathon they'd had since getting here.

His wife made it no secret how feisty she could get when she and another woman enjoyed him together sexually but Chloe was like a league all her own, nympho didn't even begin to cover her. But damn if she wasn't a beaut to behold especially the lust in her eyes as she'd look his way or the feel of that silky fur against his skin, seriously even when wet she smelt like jasmine and honeydew!! The short king feeling a rush of blood circulating to his loins as his sexual dragon began to stir in response to the vivid memory reflection. Only to hit the breaks as he heard the door to the guest room penthouse open and shut to signal he now had company!!

Thankful he hadn't been caught in the act, he turned to see none other than the black and white striped form of Ms.Friday, Chloe's site logistics manager and hot damn if the zebra mare wasn't easy on the eyes like her boss. Her monotone furred toned frame especially showed off well in her modest yet stylish dress as she addressed him a in professional yet friendly manner, no doubt Chloe had asked her to check up on him and ensure he was okay. To which our humble fighter guy replied he was doing none too bad especially with the quality of luxury being provided. That answer of course seemed to satisfy the hottie Zebra babe...who proceeded to shock and stun him as she suddenly removed her dress and stripped naked, exposing her natural self before his every eyes!!

Friday:*Giggling at the awestruck, gobsmacked look on his face as she seemed nonchalant showing off her own nude self before him, even doing a few turns and poses as if showing off. Making her way over to the hot tub as she dipped her feet in and invited herself in to join him as if she was casually with an dear old friend and not some guy she just exposed herself to.*"Ms.Chloe thought you might be getting pent up and a bit lonely and figured what harm in having me keep you company for a while. Plus not going to lie, I saw that video and this meat hammer of yours has been running through my mind...*The Zebra beauty quipped sensually, as she reached out and groped Krillin's cock and balls, making sure to sensually grasp and grope his length and girth beneath the bubbling warm water. Licking her lips erotically as her honey brown eyes twinkled with lust and anticipation alike.*"Pardon my crudeness Don Juan...but I want you to take this cock and make me scream your name...So how about it handsome, feeling a little jungle fever?"

Before Krillin even knew it, he found himself obliging the desire of Friday as he was pressing his lips to her muzzle, moans and gasps of heated passion passing between them as they were making out. His compact hairless muscular form against her own stripey, furry bombshell figure as their tongues danced together in the air with growing intimacy and erotic heat, her juicy tits rubbing against his firm pecs as they made the hot tub feel tepid in comparison. His hand caressing and probing her sticky, warm slit as she continued to stroke and massage his cock in her grip, her fingers and palm becoming soaked with his flowing pre. Any sense of shame or inhibition gone out the window from Krillin's brain as he felt compelled to accept the mare's generous offer of sexual company, it certainly beat letting his balls become overwhelmed.

Hence why it wasn't all that surprising he got right to plunging balls deep into the generous exotic Zebra woman, coaxing sensual moans from her lips as she held onto him for dear life. Her arms and legs wrapped around his compact Adonis physique as she she was made to bounce and ride on his cock while she hugged his face between the valley of her glorious tits. The water splashing around the human stud and the monocrhome striped bitch made hot, passionate rut dancing the age old dance of man and woman together. But of course this was only the opening moments of round 1 before they really started to put it into high gear.

It wasn't long before the guest room suite's walls and ceiling echoed with Friday's howling cries and sensual gasps of passion was she stood hunched and bent over the edge of the hot tub. Krillin taking her from beind as he pump-thrust into her sticky, warm pussy, slapping those striped asscheeks like a bongo drum as she looked sensually over her shoulder at him. Egging him on to rut her deeper and harer, be as rough as he'd like to which she found him obliging her as he reached out and grasped her mohawk mane. To her orgasmic bliss of course as she arched her back and rode the waves of love and sweet, hot fuck together with him.....

They showed little to no signs of stopping as they were out of the hot tub and into the bedroom, making the springs creak and squeak as made the sheets soaking wet with sweat and sex juices alike. Friday taking him like a champ while even displaying her oral and anal game were no slouch of joke either but she wasn't surprised to find Krillin was particularly enjoying her pussy. It had to be said when it came to sex, he was certainly a man of taste aand culture as she currenly laid flat front on the mattress to bite and grasp the sheet while she took a prone bone fucking as if she were the weak prey being dominated by a real apex predator!!

It was no small wonder the pair were going at it with making another marathon happen in that room, enough so that Krillin still hadn't noticed or realised the hidden cameras. Which continued to beam and transmit a secret stream among a select few individuals who were of course enjoying this pornographic documentary on what was best suited and served for relations betewen human men and furry women. Or just a fancy way of saying this shit was hot, if you were to ask Chloe's personal assistant Persephone as she watched in sercret on her pc. Playing with herself as she mentally made plans to make sure to get her own quality time and fun with the short king sooner than later.....Ms.Sinclair did encourage them to do so for the duration of his stay here after all....

But of course Krillin had no clue at least one or two more of the fine ladies employed under Chloe were having quite a show to enjoy or making plans to have their dose of chestnut loving. For the time being he had a hot sexy monochrome striped chunk of heaven to take to satisfaction avenue and back. He may be outshined by saiyans when it comes to fighting but when it comes to the bedroom and with women? If there was a Tenkaiichi Budokai for sex, he'd be the world champ a hundred times over by now...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Not so Silent...."

Krillin knew he'd often read of the concept of Lucid dreams, there was studies aplenty to suggest they were a real experience for many but he highly doubted he'd ever come to experience one himself. But of course leave it to Murphy's law to come around and try to seem like it was going to kick him square in his family jewels as he found that he might be just experiencing such a dream right now. Well more like a nightmare because he found the scenery around him to be like something right of a horror movie set. An eerie, creepy fog covered town seemingly desolate, run down and abandoned, the quintessential ghost town.

Amidst this sea of derelict homes and condemned buildings stood a rusting, dilapidated sign that bore the words "Silent Hill" but something told Krillin instinctually that it wouldn't be the case for long. A place like this surely had something sinister lurking and waiting to inflict who knows what horrors upon him that'd have him wake up kicking and screaming. As if hearing his thoughts, Silent Hill seemed to answer him as the foreboding silence was broken by heavy footsteps and the sound of something sharp scraping along the ground. Part of him knew he should start running but there was that damned hint of curiosity that wanted, had to see what or who was coming his way that he'd have to deal with.

He'd expected something like warped, monstrous versions of someone like Cell or Frieza so imagine his puzzlement to find a toned bombshell of what seemed to be a woman emerging from the depths of the mist. Standing between 7 to 10 feet tall (Really with him being between 4 to 5 feet, just about any and everyone else towered over him), her head fully covered in some bizarre 7 pointed Pyramid helm and clad in little more than shoulder length gloves and thigh high boots. And a peculiar ensemble of straps and a stitched up apron, it and her exposed skin covered in what could clearly only be blood and dragging on the ground behind her in hand was a massive blade like a combat knife for a giant in the military. Feeling briefly like a deer caught in the headlights, it was then and there that Krillin knew it was a good time to run!!

And oh how he ran, something told him trying to fight or fly would do him no good, something about Silent Hill just didn't feel or seem right and cripes was this place a maze!! Loops, false paths, dead ends and every so often, seemingly teleporting out of nowhere or moving faster than she seemed, this Pyramid-Head lady was right on his tail!! It was like this whole town was warping itself to stack the deck in her favour and better enable her to corner him, wherein she'd no doubt inflict who knows what on him. As if just to really lay out the salt set to be poured into his pending wounds, the compact fighter found himself in a dead end,...a room made to look like a love hotel suite?!!

Just when he thought he couldn't be anymore confused or feel weirded out at the scenery before him, a heart shaped queen sized bed, scattered rose petals, an array of laid out scented candles, his attention was brought back to reality when he heard the door slammed shut behind him. Pyramid-head standing before him in all her scarousing glory having just locked it, her visor hidden eyes set on him as he gulped and made a silent prayer to Buddha. Only to find the she-hemoth drop her massive blade, seemingly sensually purring as her hands moved to undo the clasps and buckles to let her apron dress fall off of her Amazonian, statuesque frame. The short king bugging his eyes out and dropping his jaw as Pyramid-Head flashed him in all her naked glory, the blood on her having now somehow become body oil as she made her way on over to him.

He wasn't sure how or what happened next, why things were suddenly playing out like this but this lucid nightmare became like some horror themed wet dream. Laying naked on the silk bedsheets, idly caressing PH's namesake helm as she held her visored gaze on him while she squatted on the floor and gave him a titfuck. Stroking and massaging his cock between her bodacious boobs which were extra slick thanks to the lotion that made her skin have glistening sheen, the mute, sensual monster seemed spurred on by his groans of arousal. As if his pleasure was her motivation, further adding fuel to the fire as a serpent like tongue slithered out from a hidden section of her helm to lick and wrap around his cock.

Before the compact fighter knew it, this statuesque mystery woman had mounted and was straddling his lap as she flexed her amazonian muscles. Bouncing on and riding his cock, his pelvis feeling the the heavy impact of her bubbly ass while she let loose with deep, sexual moans from her ominous helm. It was such a contrast how utterly intimidating she was yet here she was looking and acting like such a porn star. Unable to resist her erotic allure as he found himself grasping her strong hips and bucking his own to meet her much to her delight.

he wasn’t sure how much time was passing, it all seemed to keep on slipping yet move at a snail’s pace all at the same time yet what was constant was the rushing onslaughty of pleasure. The absolute sensation of this enigmatic Sexecutioner's warm, tight and wet pussy strangling his jackhammering cock in its embrace as she welcomed his caresses, his kisses on her body, his firm gropes.Taking her in any and every which possible positon his compact, powerful frame could achieve as she welcomed his assertions of dominance, holding her in her embrace as she took him with her on surfing the tidal waves of climax. Everything seeming to fade to a white light as they shared one final simultaneous orgasm together, Krillin felt himself falling deep into the sudden abyss.....

Only for him to stir awake and sit up, panting as he heard his alarm clock going off which made him reflexiviely reach out to shut it down as he found himself back to reality, safe and warm in his bed. Held in the embrace of his wife...and packing a major case of morning wood, damn that'd definitely been one hell of a wet dream. Scarousing as it was and it had felt so vivid and real that there'd hardly been a difference between feeling asleep or awake. And why did it feel like someone had been watching it all happen?

Unknown to our short king, that had indeed been the case for deep within the limbo of the multiversal cosmos, sitting comfy in her personal domain was Demon Queen Chloe. The infernal flamed skunk bombshell humming sensually to herself as she examined a little chess piece style miniature in her grasp, none other than the female Pyramid-Head which had haunted Krillin in his lucid wet nightmare. Placing it on some mantle lined up with other figurines, the hedonistic anthro overlord smiled as she wondered who to spring next on her potential boytoy for the next dream she planned to surprise him in her little series of ttests. After all she had to make sure the little man and the others would be up to her personal standards....

[theworldofwars]

Old Trench on the Somme

The zig-zag lines on the left are communication trenches leading back towards the rear areas in this October 1916 photograph of the Somme. The front line is better laid out, according to regulations, and the periodic bays allow for parts of the front line to be lost, without comprising the whole trench. The white chalk beside the trenches indicates that these trenches have been dug very recently.

[justforbooks]

Is Europe misunderstanding Trump’s position on Ukraine?

The new administration appears to be taking a position that Ukrainian and European leaders aren’t hearing – or are trying to alter

A high-stakes transatlantic miscommunication is unfolding, with the potential to produce far worse consequences than the Oval Office contretemps between Donald Trump and Volodymyr Zelenskyy.

In the past month, the Trump administration has delivered several strong and sometimes conflicting messages to America’s allies and partners in Europe. Discerning the signal in the noise isn’t easy, but amid the zigs, zags and bombast, the new administration appears to be taking a position that Ukrainian and European leaders aren’t hearing – or are trying to alter.

The crux of the message seems to be this: the US will either broker an end to the war in Ukraine in short order or remove itself from the conflict, unless perhaps it deems Russia to have obstructed a ceasefire. (As Trump told Zelenskyy on Friday: “You’re either going to make a deal or we’re out.”) Washington will also refuse to make any commitment to Ukraine’s postwar security, such as Nato membership, that would run a major risk of drawing the US into direct war with Russia – “world war three,” as Trump sees it – if Russia invades Ukraine again.

The US has the sovereign right to adopt this stance, for the sake of its own interests, which include limiting the costs and risks the US is bearing for European defense. So Europe cannot dissuade the US, but it can work with Washington to achieve US goals while finding the best possible arrangement to protect Ukraine, secure Europe, and preserve Nato.

European leaders, however, are hearing a different message – or two, to be precise. One version is maximally pessimistic: Europeans fear that Trump is aligning with Vladimir Putin and preparing to abandon Ukraine and perhaps several more countries besides. Such an outcome remains possible. So far, however, it has not come to pass. An initial meeting to reopen diplomatic relations with Russia, and a disturbingly staunch unwillingness to condemn Putin’s aggression in Ukraine, are significant moves but are a long way from effectuating a grand geopolitical shift.

The other version is far more optimistic: European leaders still hope to convince Trump to make a major US security guarantee to Ukraine. This effort drove British, French and Ukrainian leaders to visit the White House last week. In public remarks, all three attempted to sell Trump on providing a US “backstop” for a European military force, involving perhaps some 30,000 troops, to be placed in Ukraine once the fighting stops. Trump did not rule out some sort of US support for a European military contingent, but he indicated little willingness to put much American muscle behind it. “I’m not going to make security guarantees beyond very much,” Trump said. “We’re going to have Europe do that.”

On Friday, in the Oval Office, Zelenskyy contested Trump’s stance. The Ukrainian president stated flatly: “We will never accept just [a] ceasefire. It will not work without security guarantees.” Zelenskyy maintained that strong security guarantees had to come from the US, not just Europe. A European military force, he said, would not work unless the US provided a significant backstop: “They need USA.”

In short, Zelenskyy insisted he would not agree to a ceasefire, because Russia would not honor it, unless the US provided precisely what Trump had seemingly already ruled out. As the conversation devolved, Trump eventually threatened to withdraw US aid to Ukraine altogether if Zelenskyy’s position did not change.

Since then, Zelenskyy hasn’t budged. To the contrary, he doubled down. “If we cannot be accepted to Nato,” Zelenskyy wrote in a statement, “we need some clear structure of security guarantees from our allies in the US.” Only after such guarantees were on offer would Ukraine proceed with diplomacy to settle the war.

European leaders promptly affirmed Zelenskyy’s view. Following a meeting of 18 leaders on Sunday, Keir Starmer announced that a European “coalition of the willing” was prepared to station a military force in Ukraine to guarantee the peace. He pledged to put British “boots on the ground and planes in the air” – on one condition: “this effort must have strong US backing”.

For years now, officials and experts across the Atlantic have debated the merits of providing security guarantees to Ukraine. But the practical reality is that the Trump administration is not inclined to do so, not if it would obligate, de jure or de facto, the US to go to war on Ukraine’s behalf in the future. That this is the position of the president of the United States should be understandable.

None of Trump’s predecessors ever made a commitment to fight for Ukraine. Joe Biden explicitly ruled out sending US troops when he saw Russia’s full-scale invasion coming. Nor have any Nato allies come to Ukraine’s direct defense. The reason is obvious: it would mean war with Russia, a prospect that Nato allies can still deter regardless of what happens in Ukraine.

If Ukraine and Europe continue to push for strong US security guarantees, they have a small chance of succeeding and a larger chance of creating a permanent rupture with Trump. The president could conclude that his allies refuse to listen and, worse, keep trying to entrap him. Throwing up his hands, he could take the very actions that Ukraine and Europe most want to avoid: cutting off all US support for Ukraine and making a dirty deal with Putin. The damage could extend throughout Europe if Trump removes US military forces and assets from the region.

Can this worst-case scenario be avoided? A route is still available. The sooner Ukraine and Europe stop fixating on a US security guarantee, the sooner they can coalesce – with the United States – around a viable plan that contains two main provisions.

First, postwar Ukraine would maintain a large and technologically advanced military, trained and supplied by its western partners. Second, the US and Europe would commit to arm Ukraine heavily if Russia invaded again. Because they are doing so now, this commitment would be highly credible, unlike a heroic pledge to wage war on Ukraine’s behalf. Nato allies could also sign a legally binding document and stockpile specific weapons systems that could be surged to Ukraine in case of a renewed attack.

This formula may fall short of what Ukrainians want, but it may provide what they need. After all, Ukraine’s own forces have protected the country in the current conflict, preserving 80% of Ukrainian territory and forcing Russia into a costly war of attrition. If those forces remain strong, it would hardly be a foregone conclusion that Putin or his successor will make another attempt – not because the Kremlin can be trusted to keep its word but because it would suffer enormous losses for little gain.

Ukraine, Europe and the US must use their leverage at the negotiating table to get Russia to stop fighting without requiring Ukraine to disarm. Russia might acquiesce, having kept Ukraine out of Nato and Nato, and its members’ forces, out of Ukraine. To reach a deal, however, the transatlantic community should come together, post haste, and throw its weight behind a common demand.

To do otherwise is to court disaster not only for Ukraine but for European security as a whole.

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[livelysonletour]

Day 8 - Raul’s Perspective

Today we leave Portugal and cross into Spain. It will be the shortest walk of our journey (followed by the longest tomorrow) so hopefully we can rest in the afternoon and recharge our human batteries. Once again the weather is idyllic. I am bracing for cold hard rain one of these days, but so far we have been the luckiest of travelers.

Not only is the walk short (10 to 11 miles) but it is also smooth and nearly all of it along the coast. We are back to wider paths and minimal highway crossings. We will need to take a boat taxi to cross into Spain, however Garrett thought ahead and booked us on a ferry with ample time to walk and explore the coastal Portuguese town of Caminha while we wait for our departure at 12:30.

As we look north down the path along the coast, we begin to take note of a large mountain on the edge of the sea, and slowly an old stone fort near the base of the mountain. We assume that the fort means the entry to the harbor, thus the border between Portugal and Spain. The mountain is ever present as we walk, sort of like a large marker pointing the way.

"I hope we don't need to cut through that mountain to get to A Guardia (the town we are staying in Spain)," I say to Garrett. We have both had enough mountain passes to last us the entire trip.

"No," he replies. "It looks like the town is along the base of the mountain, so we will go right around it."

As we leave the coastal path, we come to a fork in the road where the marker takes us either straight into what appears to be a forest, or around the forest to a residential zone. Of course we take the forest route and though the path was sandy, it was compact and abundantly shaded by massive pine trees. The sign we passed indicated we were in a national forest.

The forest trail ends at a path along the harbor that is full of small boats moored in the water. These are the water taxis that take the pilgrims into Spain. We pass a few captains trying to sell us a trip on their boat, but we keep walking. It turns out our ferry is also a small water taxi and when we arrive early, the captain is ready to take us across. In the background is that beautiful mountain.

We arrrive at a small dock across the harbor, stop for a cup of coffee, then gradually climb up to our hotel. It is early in the afternoon and we have time to wash clothes, stretch and settle in. I ask the desk clerk for some suggestions on what we can do, perhaps any good museums. She pulls out a map shows me an area with zig zagging roads and says there is an archeological museum, a bar and a hotel on the site and it is within walking distance.

I let Garrett know I was going to check out the archeological museum called Castro de Santa Trega and he decided to come along, though already having changed from his hiking gear and was wearing sandals. I still had my hiking shoes, but I lightened my back pack.

The archeological site was at the top of Mount St. Trega, which is the mountain we first noticed in the distance as we began our walk, and had been looming over most of the day. There are two ways to go up the mountain, by vehicle via the winding roads, or by foot, up 1,200 steps. We decided to climb. It took over 40 minutes and by the time we reached the top, we were both exhausted.

“There is no way I am walking down these stone steps," I told Garrett.

The site dates back to 2000 BC, with celtic and Roman influence. Stone circular homes dating to 1000 BC have been excavated and are well preserved. The most amazing experience was the view which was utterly breathtaking as you can see from the photos and video. The mountain was somehow calling to us this morning and while we were grateful that we were not going to be climbing this day, fate had other plans. We were so glad to have made the decision to go to the top, though we now had to figure a way to get back down. Taking the steps was a treacherous option and a misstep could cause serious injury.

I met a kind lady coming down from the pinnacle and casually mentioned that I needed to find a ride down. She immediately offered us a lift and in ten minutes were back down. Thank you God for putting her on our path.

Check out the views along the coast headed north with the Mount St. Trega in the foreground, then the views from the mountain heading south. On this cristal clear day, it was mind blowing.