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[astroeleanor]

°💸⋆.ೃ🍾࿔*:･Your 2H Sign = How To Make More $$$ 💳⋆.ೃ💰࿔*:･

Your 2nd house is the part of your chart can show you the best side hustle ideas to increase your income. Look at the sign on your 2nd House cusp, its ruling planet, and any planets sitting there. They symbolize out how you monetize.

The 2nd House is the House of Possessions: movable assets, cash flow, food, tools, anything you can trade. The sign on the cusp sets up your style of 'acquisition' (Taurus = slow‑build goods, Scorpio = high‑risk high‑reward holdings), while the ruler’s dignity and aspects describe reliability, or lack thereof, of income.

Planets inside the 2nd act like tenants shaping the property: Jupiter here inflates resources, Saturn conserves but can pinch, Mars spends to make, Venus monetizes aesthetics.

Because the 2nd is in aversion to the Ascendant (no Ptolemaic aspect), you often have to develop its promises actively: wealth isn’t “you,” it’s something you must manage. So, let's look at the kind of side hustles you can do to increase your revenue!

♈︎ Aries 2H: Physical, Fast, ACTION-Driven

(Aries rules motion, competition, fire, physical activity, force)

Personal trainer or group fitness instructor.

Manual labor gigs like junk removal, or yard work (physical and gives instant results.)

Motorcycle/scooter delivery (Uber Eats, DoorDash): speed + autonomy? Very Aries.

Selling refurbished sports equipment.

Pressure washing services, which is oddly satisfying AND includes aggressive water blasting lol.

Fitness bootcamps in local parks (Mars rules the battlefield… or, in this case, bootcamps)

Pop-up self-defense workshops

Bike repair and resale (hands-on + quick turnaround)

Car detailing (mobile service). You vs. grime. Who wins? You.

Sell custom gym gear or accessories.

♉︎ Taurus 2H: Sensory, Grounded, Product-Based

(Taurus rules the senses and the material world, it’s a sign connected to beauty and pleasure)

Bake-and-sell operation (bread, cookies) at markets. Taurus=YES to carbs and cozy smells.

Meal prep or personal chef (nourishing others = peak Taurus.)

Sell plants or houseplant propagation, you’re growing literal value.

Create and sell body care products: lotions, scrubs, soaps… (Venus-ruled.)

Furniture refinishing for resale.

Offer at-home spa services (facials, scrubs.)

Curate and sell gift boxes (Venus loves a well-wrapped present.)

Do minor home repair or furniture assembly.

Build and sell wooden plant stands or decor (wood + plants + aesthetic = Taurus.)

♊︎ Gemini 2H: Communicative, Clever, Multi-Tasking

(Gemini = ruled by Mercury = ideas, speech, tech, variety, teaching)

Freelance writing or blogging.

Transcription or captioning services.

Resume writing/job application support.

Social media management (multitasking + memes.)

Sell printable planners or flashcards (info = money.)

Offer typing or data-entry services, which are low lift & high focus

Sell templates for resumes, bios, or cover letters, Mercury loves a system!

Write email campaigns for small businesses, you can become the voice behind the curtain.

Teach intro to AI tools or chatbots (modern Mercurial real-world applications.)

Create micro-courses on writing or communication.

♋︎ Cancer 2H: Caring, Cozy, DOMESTIC

(Cancer rules the home, food, feelings. It’s the nurturer through and through)

Home organization services, give cluttered homes and their owners love.

Baking and delivering comfort desserts (cookies = hugs in edible form!!)

Make and sell homemade frozen meals, nourishing the body AND soul.

Offer elder companionship visits (heartfelt and so needed.)

Run a daycare or babysitting service. Moon=family.

Run a laundry drop-off/pickup service.

Custom holiday decorating (homes or offices), make it feel like home anywhere.

Help seniors with digital tools (basic tech help.)

Create sentimental gifts like memory jars or scrapbooks.

♌︎ Leo 2H: Expressive, Bold, Entertaining

(Leo rules performance, leadership, fame, visibility, and the desire to SHINE)

Portrait photography (kids, pets, solo, couples.)

Event hosting or party entertainment.

DJ for small events or weddings.

Basic video editing for others (help THEM shine!)

Personalized video messages. charisma = income.

Teach short performance workshops (confidence, improv) to help others own a stage.

Become a personal shopper.

Sell selfie lighting kits or content creator bundles.

Host creative kids camps (theater, dance, art.)

Make reels/TikToks for local businesses (attention = currency.)

♍︎ Virgo 2H: Detailed, Service-Oriented, Practical

(Virgo rules systems, refinement, discernment, organisation, usefulness)

Proofreading or editing work. Spotting a comma out of place or “their/they’re” being misused = Virgo joy.

House cleaning or deep-cleaning services.

Virtual assistant (email, scheduling, admin.)

Sell Notion or Excel templates. Virgo: spreadsheets.

Bookkeeping for small businesses.

Create custom cleaning schedules or checklists.

Offer “organize your digital life” sessions.

Specialize in email inbox cleanups.

♎︎︎ Libra 2H: Tasteful, Charming, Design-Savvy

(Libra = Venus-ruled = style, beauty, balance, aesthetics)

Styling outfits from clients’ own wardrobes.

Become a personal shopper.

Bridal/event makeup services (enhancing natural beauty = Libra.)

Teach etiquette, the power of grace

Curate secondhand outfit bundles.

Custom invitations or event printables that are pretty AND functional.

Offer virtual interior styling consultations.

Sell color palette guides for branding or outfits.

Create custom date night itineraries (romance, planned and packaged=Libra!!)

Style flat-lay photos for products or menus.

Do hair, make-up, nails, etc.

♏︎ Scorpio 2H: Deep, Transformative, Private

(Scorpio rules what’s hidden, intense, and powerful, alchemy, psychology)

Tarot or astrology readings.

Energy healing or bodywork.

Private coaching for money/debt management.

Online investigation or background research (Scorpio = uncovering hidden information)

Teach classes on boundaries, consent, empowerment, etc.

Sell private journal templates for deep self-reflection.

Moderate anonymous support groups or forums.

Specialize in deep-cleaning emotionally loaded spaces (yes, THAT kind of clearing.)

♐︎ Sagittarius 2H: Expansive, Global, Philosophical

(Sag rules teaching, travel, and BIG ideas)

Teach English (or any other language) or become a tutor online

Sell travel guides or digital itineraries, help others travel smarter=Sag

Rent out camping gear or bikes (freedom for rent lol.)

Ghostwrite opinion pieces or thought blogs, say what others are thinking!

Create walking tours for travelers or locals.

Sell travel photography.

Become a travel influencer on the side.

Translate travel documents or resumes.

♑︎ Capricorn 2H: Strategic, Structured, Business-Minded

(Cap rules time, career, limitations, long-term value)

Resume or career coaching, help others climb the “mountain of success”.

Freelance project management.

Property management or Airbnb co-host (passive-ish income.)

Sell templates for business (contracts, invoices).

Create accountability coaching packages.

Sell organizational templates.

Freelance as an operations assistant (the CEO behind the CEO.)

Build a resource hub for freelancers or solopreneurs (structure = empowerment.)

♒︎ Aquarius 2H: Innovative, Digital, Niche

(Aquarius rules tech, rebellion, and the future. But it’s also connected to community!)

Tech repair or setup.

Build websites for local businesses, or anyone else for that matter.

Sell digital products (ebooks, templates).

Run online communities or Discords.

Host workshops on digital privacy or tools. Collective knowledge (Aqua)= power

Build and sell Canva templates for online creators.

Curate niche info packs or digital libraries.

Help people automate parts of their life or business.

♓︎ Pisces 2H: Dreamy, Healing, Imaginative

(Pisces rules the sea, the arts, spirituality, dreams, and all things soft)

Pet sitting or house sitting, caring for beings + quiet time? It’s perfect for this energy.

Sell dreamy artwork or collages.

Offer meditation classes or hypnosis.

Teach art to kids or adults.

Custom poetry or lullaby commissions (very niche tho.)

Sell digital dream journals or prompts.

Make downloadable ambient music loops.

Create printable affirmation cards.

Design calming phone wallpapers or lock screens.

Offer spiritual services (tarot or astrology readings, reiki, etc.)

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[chipperchemical]

i made my own Life Series iceberg :)

this takes some entries from a few other icebergs i've seen around, plus a few of my own additions! i hope it's all accurate and in vaguely the correct order

here's an explanation for every entry:

LAYER ONE:

Grian owns the series: The Life Series was created by Grian, and he gets final say on all decisions relating to it.

The Helmet Rule: Lifers are not allowed to wear helmets during the series, both so other players are more recognisable and as an armour debuff.

Traps never work: There's a running pattern of traps often failing throughout all of the seasons, for a variety of reasons.

Scar's abs: There's some kind of correlation between how many lives Scar has lost and how much clothing his Minecraft skin loses.

5AM Pearl: The name commonly given to Pearl on her Red life, especially in Double Life.

Scar's Enchanter obsession: Scar almost always tries to steal the enchanting table for himself.

LAYER 2:

Secret soulmates: Refers to Grian and BigB's secret alliance during Double Life.

"SCAR NO!!!": Grian's catchphrase throughout the entire series.

Etho's skin never changes: Despite other Lifers using colour-coded or custom skins, Etho never changes his.

Jimmy's Canary Curse: Canaries are often bought down into mines to detect carbon monoxide or other harmful chemicals in the air; once the canary dies, it's a sign that there is danger in the mine. Jimmy's curse is that when he dies in the series, chaos and danger follows very soon after.

Ranchers' Revenge: The name of the Warden that Tango and Jimmy summoned to get revenge on Scar in Double Life.

All wooden structures will burn: The Lifers love arson.

LAYER 3:

Joel was Shrek: Joel's old Minecraft skin used to be Shrek, and his current skin is just a humanised version.

Pufferish of Peace: The misspelled name of the pufferfish that Grian offered Jimmy and Scott to form an alliance in Third Life.

"Go home. Go.": The words that Tango says to the viewer at the end of Double Life.

Skizz's nicknames: Skizz gives a lot of nicknames to his fellow Lifers, most famously Dippledop for Impulse or Jiggles for Jimmy.

Timmy is Jimmy: Some Lifers call Jimmy "Timmy" and can cause great confusion among the others, most notable in Last Life when Impulse thought he had been calling Jimmy by the wrong name all season.

Cupid Skizz: A headcanon that began in Double Life which claims that Skizz was the invisible force that drew the soulmates together, and is an angel/Cupid.

Crastle as a euphemism: In Third Life, Bdubs' Crastle was often called small and was joked about as a non-PG euphemism.

Easy mode left on: According to Martyn, almost every series has had the incorrect difficulty at the beginning. Most notable in Last Life, where the server was set to Easy mode instead of Hard.

LAYER 4:

Tango's rage: The moments after Bdubs' betrayal kill (Last Life) and the Ranch burning down (Double Life) in which Tango snaps.

EvilAnvil: Youtube Fancreator who creates songs based on each series, using vocal snippets of the Lifers as lyrics.

Ariosor11: Youtube Fancreator who creates videos summarising the alliances and relationships in the Life Series.

Grian's Widow Curse: Grian's allies or teammates always die before him, sometimes to his hands.

Watchers: Originally from Evo, the Watchers are a group of overruling beings who run the Life Series, effectively forcing the players to fight to the death over and over for their own enjoyment. This narrative is only apparent through Martyn's POV. This is not canon and, in Martyn's words, is more similar to a Life Series AU.

Martyn is always a traitor: In every season, Martyn betrays (or plans to betray) his closest allies.

LAYER 5:

Terry: No-one knows who Terry is. (BigB's alter-ego in Last Life when he goes into witness protection.)

Scitties: A specific image of Scar's Minecraft character, standing shirtless and with a... modified chest.

Scar's crystals actually worked: Theory with data behind it which poses that Scar's magical crystals in Last Life had a genuine effect on the player holding them.

Scott hates the Watchers: A common belief due to Scott's reluctance to kill anyone when he was chosen as the Boogeyman in Last Life. He defies the will of the Watchers, possibly out of hatred.

All winners are soulmates: All of the Life Series winners up to Real Life have been soulmates in Double Life -- Grian and Scar, Scott and Pearl, and Martyn and Cleo

LAYER 6:

"Winter is over, Spring has begun.": The phrase that Martyn planned to say after betraying Ren in Third Life after the battle of Dogwarts. It never came to fruition due to Ren and Martyn both dying in the battle.

Second Life: The original name for Limited Life which could not be used due to copyright concerns.

Listeners: A group of beings who are the opposition to the Watchers and are trying to free the Lifers.

The Full Moon Curse: Once any Lifer has pointed out that there's a full moon, the rest of the session is doomed to be tragic.

LAYER 7:

Scar's off-screen death: A cut death from Third Life which involved Scar being killed by Martyn. This was cut from the series due to it feeling awkward and not right.

Jimmy is a Listener: A theory that spawned due to the Listeners' interest and use of Jimmy during Evo. This also links with the theory that Jimmy purposefully goes out first every series to defy the Watchers as a refusal to play the game correctly.

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

Mumbo is a Vampire: I didn't include this because it's more of a Hermitcraft thing than Life Series, but it's a fun headcanon. It stems from (I believe?) Season 7, when Mumbo's skin changed to be very pale.

Grian is a Watcher: This just tied in too much to the Watcher entry, and I felt that "Jimmy is a Listener" was more interesting.

thanks for reading!! <3

[authorchariot]

> ENTRY: WHERE_WILD_THINGS_USED_TO_ROAM

RATING: explicit

CATEGORY: star wars sequel trilogy (2015-2019)

PAIRING: poe dameron x ftm!reader x dj

EST. READING TIME: 49m 45s

INDEX TAGS: cum swallowing, dom/sub undertones, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, established relationship, face-fucking, facials, fingering, not beta read, oral sex, pov second person, praise kink, rough oral sex, spanking, threesome, trans character, trans male character, unsafe sex, vaginal sex

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The Resistance base hums with life around you; the low thrum of engines in the hangars, the occasional bark of orders through comms and the more comforting background of tools clanking against starship hulls. You're tucked away at your workstation, a mess of wires and data-pads spread out before you, half-listening to the chatter of fellow techs and half-lost in your own thoughts.

It's been nearly ten years now. Ten years of steady ground under your feet. Ten years with Poe.

You still can't quite believe it sometimes; how someone like him, with his lopsided grin and his heart like a twin sun, ever found you. You, a former slicer, running jobs for anyone with the credits, living in the shadows with thieves and traitors, never dreaming of a life that wasn't scraping by on the edge of legality. But Poe had seen you — really seen you — for more than the sharp fingers and the fast mouth and the broken past.

He'd pulled you into the light. Given you a home, a family, a future.

You smile as you work, thinking about dinner last night; Poe laughing around a mouthful of stew, reaching across the table to wipe sauce from your chin, pressing kisses into your neck until you were breathless and tugging him toward the bedroom. The warmth of his body wrapped around yours after, the way he murmured your name like a prayer even in his sleep.

You miss him today. He's off-world, leading a recon mission. You've gotten used to it — the nights apart, the worry gnawing at your ribs — but it never gets easier. You keep busy. You stay strong. He's counting on you to be here when he comes home.

You're halfway through calibrating a nav unit when your comm buzzes. Frowning, you wipe your hands on your pants and pick it up. No name. No encryption marker. Just a blinking incoming message warning.

Your heart stutters. Only a handful of people would know how to bypass Resistance protocols to reach you directly. And most of them are long gone; dead or dust in some forgotten corner of the galaxy. Still, curiosity wins out. You open the message.

[INSECURE] 🔓 — UNAUTHORISED CONTACT/MSG/ :: Hey, handsome. What you up to these days?

You hesitate for a moment. They will've known who they were getting through to if they managed to reach your comm directly so it has to be someone you know. Or someone you knew. You slowly type out a reply.

> YOU: Who is this?

The screen of your comm lights up with another message; a picture. It's definitely you (albeit younger) and you're laughing, probably in a bar somewhere. And there, with his arm wrapped around your shoulders...

/MSG/ :: Come on now, you don't forget a face (or a body) that fast. ;-)

You swallow hard, hesitantly typing and sending another message.

> YOU: DJ. /MSG/ :: There he is. /MSG/ :: You still hot as Hell?

Yeah, it's DJ. Still the same. You can practically hear the stutter in his voice as you read the messages. That stutter you used to find so endearing, especially when it was whispered in your ear or muffled against your neck... You shake off the feeling and type back.

> YOU: What do you want? And why're you just popping up out of the aether, after all this time? /MSG/ :: Could ask you the same thing, wildcat. /MSG/ :: I'm in the area. Thought I'd look you up. Catch up on old times.

Oh, no. 'Catch up on old times.' Is that what he's calling it now? It used to be 'a quick drink to celebrate' after a job or 'sharing a hotel room' because you didn't have the credits. Now it's 'catching up on old times'. Yeah, it's the same old DJ.

Slowly, you type out a reply, already dreading the response.

> YOU: And what would we do if we did 'catch up'? /MSG/ :: Well, that depends. /MSG/ :: Would you still wanna knock boots like old times? ;-) > YOU: Can't.

You send the message almost instantly. You can't. You're different now. You grew up. No more drinking yourself blackout drunk, no more hacking vending machines for free snacks and definitely no more sleeping around and taking back-shots in cantina bathrooms.

You're settled. You're happy. You have a stable job, a cozy apartment-pod and, above all else, a wonderful, gorgeous husband who'd tear the universe apart for you. You can't let all of that go.

/MSG/ :: Can't or won't? > YOU: Married.

He doesn't reply for a long while and it almost upsets you. You haven't seen DJ in so long but, knowing him, you give him an inch and he'll take a mile. You have to be firm with him.

/MSG/ :: Congrats. /MSG/ :: Does he treat you right?

It sends an odd warmth through you. DJ did have his moments, though they were few and far between, when he let himself seem even a little affectionate. Usually, it was the whole rebel without a cause schtick but, occasionally, he let the mask slip. Maybe he's gotten a little soft, after all these years.

> YOU: Yeah but I don't think you'd like him. /MSG/ :: Oh? /MSG/ :: Why's that, wildcat? /MSG/ :: Is he boring? Prude? > YOU: He's not boring or a prude. He's just very strong-willed. > YOU: And he doesn't take shit. I know you like an easy target. /MSG/ :: Strong-willed, huh? Sounds like a bit of a control-freak. /MSG/ :: Bet he doesn't even let you have fun anymore.

You pause again. He makes it sound like Poe's breathing down your neck every minute of every day. Nothing could be further from the truth. You have your own social lives outside of each other, your own hobbies. But, for some stupid reason, DJ's words put you on the defensive.

> YOU: Fun? Like what? /MSG/ :: The kinda fun we used to have. /MSG/ :: Drinking 'til dawn, dancing on tables, fucking strangers in bathroom stalls.

That's fun?

Truth be told, a few years ago that might've sounded like a great Friday night, post-gig. But now? Now it seems like a whole lot of hassle that wouldn't get you anything apart from a stomach pump and probably some horrible STI. Reading the message, you feel like you can still taste the cheap, silty alcohol on your tongue. The stuff that felt like barbed wire going down and felt even worse coming back up a few hours later.

You much prefer the life you live now; cooking up something nice for when Poe and BB-8 get home, eat and watch some tele-dramas and then snuggle up. It's peaceful, warm, healing. It makes you forget all those mornings you woke up on barroom floors with some random guy's comm-hook scribbled on your arm. It's better this way.

> YOU: I'm not really that person anymore, DJ. I grew up. /MSG/ :: Grew up or grew boring?

He shoots back. Ouch.

/MSG/ :: I remember a time when you weren't afraid of a good time. /MSG/ :: Now it sounds like you're just a little wifey, following orders and playing house.

You realise it was probably his intention from the get-go but he's pissed you off now.

He always knew just how to do that; which buttons to press and in what order to get the desired effect.

> YOU: What do you want? Did you just message me, after nearly a decade, wanting to sex? /MSG/ :: What? You turn into a saint or something? > YOU: I'm still fun! /MSG/ :: So what's your idea of fun these days? /MSG/ :: Baking cookies and watching tele-dramas with the hubby?

Your brow furrows before you hesitate. Damn, that really does sound like fun now. Maybe you really did get boring...

> YOU: He's a good guy. /MSG/ :: Sure.

He doesn't sound — or read — convinced.

/MSG/ :: Does he make you feel alive, wildcat? Or is he just comfortable?

That crawls under your skin. You married Poe Dameron, for God's sake. One of the best pilots in history? Heartthrob of the entire Resistance? The love of your life? He's comfortable, of course, but he's amazing, funny and gorgeous to boot.

> YOU: What do you want me to tell you? He's noble, he's sweet, he's absolutely dynamite in the sack and he loves me. What more could I ask for? /MSG/ :: Damn. Sounds like a dream. /MSG/ :: And you're happy with that? Being domesticated? > YOU: In what way? /MSG/ :: In every way. /MSG/ :: Settling down, giving up your freedom, fucking one guy for the rest of your life?

You have to be blunt with him. Because you know what he's angling for and, yeah, sure, DJ was good in bed. Granted; it was usually drunk fumbles in the dark but he was good. Rougher.

He used to bite, used to take great pleasure in getting you all marked up for him, used to pin you up against walls and kiss you until you were dizzy. It was disorienting and amazing. He was good with his hands. And his mouth. And he was big too. He was good, yes, but that's still not worth risking the entire life you've built with Poe. Especially when Poe's just as good but in a different way; caring, sweet, loving. It's a different kind of intense, one that makes your chest ache just thinking about it.

> YOU: I'm not cheating on him. /MSG/ :: Didn't ask if you would. Just asked if you're happy with the idea of never being with anyone else again. /MSG/ :: Because I remember a time when the thought of being tied down like that would've driven you crazy.

You can't carry on with this line of questioning.

> YOU: How long are you sticking around? /MSG/ :: A few days. Just passing through on my way to a job. Why? > YOU: We could catch up. > YOU: But it can't go further than drinks. /MSG/ :: Understood. /MSG/ :: Just friends, catching up. /MSG/ :: You know, for someone who used to be the life of every party, you're suddenly full of rules. > YOU: What did you expect after this long. /MSG/ :: I don't know. /MSG/ :: But you're acting like you're on a leash. /MSG/ :: Is he the one making all the rules? > YOU: He's not controlling. I love him. /MSG/ :: Yeah. You said that.

You pause again for a moment because, yes, he has you second guessing yourself. Did you really just settle down and lose your entire personality because a guy put a ring on your finger? Surely not. That's not how that works, right?

But you're still on the defensive. Whatever he's planning, you can't give in. Shut down DJ first, have an existential crisis later.

> YOU: We can't get back together. > YOU: I know what you're trying to do, DJ. /MSG/ :: Who said anything about getting back together? /MSG/ :: I'm just trying to figure out if the person you used to be is still in there somewhere or if your hubby tamed you completely. > YOU: I'm still here. Just mellowed out. /MSG/ :: Mellowed or neutered? /MSG/ :: Do you even swear anymore. > YOU: Like a sailor. /MSG/ :: So you're telling me that, under all this domesticity, you're still the same dirty-mouthed, little punk?

There's a long pause and you glance around to make sure none of the other techs notice you slacking off a little as you type on your communicator.

/MSG/ :: You gonna tell me to fuck off if I ask if you miss it? Us?

Another long pause. Part of you does miss it; wild nights of partying, travelling from system to system, robbing rich bastards blind and taking joyrides in sleek, sexy star-ships? It was fun but...

> YOU: I miss it but it's different. > YOU: There's structure, here. It's stable. > YOU: I'm not worried about where my next meals coming from or where I'm sleeping for the night. > YOU: Or who's gonna plant a knife in my back next. > YOU: It's different /MSG/ :: I get it. You traded chaos for stability. I can see the appeal in that. /MSG/ :: But are you happy? Like genuinely happy? > YOU: I am. > YOU: I miss you though.

You sigh softly, the weakness seeping in, as you send that last message. DJ did care for you, once upon a time. Still, you can't really tell if he's asking you this because he actually gives a shit or if he's just trying to worm his way back into your life. You wouldn't put it past him. But there's still a little part of you that misses him; the way he used to grab your hand as you ran with pockets full of credits, the way he used to kiss you on the forehead and stutter out some stupid nickname, the way he used to promise you every star in the sky just after the next big score that never came. He did care once.

Suddenly, an idea...

> YOU: Okay so I have a hypothetical for you... /MSG/ :: Hit me. > YOU: I'll ask him and if (and this is a big if) he says yes, maybe we could have some fun? Together, I mean. Three of us. /MSG/ :: Are you serious right now? > YOU: I said if. /MSG/ :: Yeah, yeah, I know. /MSG/ :: So you gotta ask the hubby first? /MSG/ :: And if he says yes? > YOU: Whatever he says, I'll get back to you. > YOU: But if he says no, then that's it, okay? /MSG/ :: Deal.

You turn off your comm and place it down on your workbench, letting out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding.

The thought of being sandwiched between Poe and DJ is already getting you a little hot under the collar but the thought of asking Poe and him getting upset is tamping it down.

You've always been honest with him and, if you ask him this, lay your cards on the table, it's in his court and he can't, for a minute, say you've been hiding anything from him.

You'd never. He deserves better than that.

Now all there is to do is sit and wait...

A few hours later, you're sat on the couch in your apartment-pod, thinking about how to broach the subject with Poe. It might not be an easy chat but you're willing to ask him and, if he shuts it down, then that's it, you walk away. There's no shame in asking, right?

The doors slide open and the sudden sound makes you jump, your head snapping in the direction of the door. And there he is, flight-suit a little dirty with smears of engine oil, smelling of cologne and ozone. BB-8 rolls in behind him, rolling toward you with happy beeps. You pat his dome and stand up, walking toward Poe, as he closes the doors behind him.

"Hey, honey." You sigh, relieved by his presence, and he sets down his helmet and gloves, popping the collar of his flight-suit.

"Hey, baby." He's tired but he's happy to see you. He always is. You wander up and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a slow, loving kiss to his lips.

"How was recon?" You ask and his arms find their way around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

"It was fine. Nothing crazy." He notices your demeanour, a little more uptight than usual, a little more quiet. "Everything alright?" He runs his knuckles along your cheek and you lean into the touch before tucking your face against his neck, savouring the feeling of his warm skin against your own.

"Mhm. Just thinking. Can I talk to you about something? It's not an emergency or anything." He pulls away slightly, concern etched onto his features. He nods and leads you over to the couch, waving BB-8 back to his charging station to give you both some privacy.

"What's on your mind, baby?" He sits beside you on the couch, his full attention focused on you. You fiddle with your hands in your lap, staring down at them.

"So I got a message out of the blue today from an old friend..." You start and Poe nods.

"Oh, yeah? Who was it?" He's clearly not trying to sound too interested but you know the way his brain works, how he doubts himself sometimes.

"Just an ex. We haven't talked in ages and he just popped up." You tell him and he tenses slightly. He loves you. He trusts you. But he still gets these little pangs of jealousy from time to time.

"Let me guess, he wanted to 'catch up'?" He asks and you look up at him, hoping that he can tell you're being open and genuine with him.

"He did and I said no." His expression softens, brows relaxing, as he reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair out of your eyes. "But he's in the area and... I had an idea but it all depends on you. I don't want to put what we have at risk and, if you say no, I'll never ask again, okay?" You tell him and Poe nods slowly, pursing his lips slightly. You're not usually this serious so, whatever this is, he knows you aren't suggesting it lightly.

"What's the idea?"

"So hear me out. What if we met him, had a few drinks and, if we all got along, we could head back to a hotel and..." You trail off, hoping he can fill in the blanks. His eyes widen, considering. Still, the thought of putting your relation at risk tethers him to reality.

"And if things go south?" He asks.

"Then we call it quits, no questions asked, no hard feelings." He nods slowly, considering your words. The idea is definitely tempting but the stakes have the potential to be quite high. "Would you be okay with it? With someone touching me like that?" And Poe hesitates, possessiveness battling with curiosity. Finally, he speaks up.

"I think I could handle it."

"You could be as involved as little or as much as you want. If you just wanted to watch, that would be fine, but if you really wanted to join in, that would be fine too." His breath hitches slightly. He's never shared anyone like that before. The thought has crossed his mind a couple times, particularly when he's had just a little too much to drink, but now it's there and it's out in the open, hanging in the air between you, it feels closer, realer. You move closer and cup his face, turning him to face you fully. "Poe, you're my everything, okay? This is your decision. I told him, if you said no, I'd walk away. Because I married you." He leans into the touch, lifting his hand to rest over yours on his cheek.

"God, baby..." He whispers, kissing your palm. "You know how much that means to me, right? Giving this up just for me." You lean in to kiss him sweetly, needing him to know that his is all him, this is his call.

"Because one night of fun isn't worth giving up everything we have." You tell him and he gently pulls you into his lap, your weight grounding him, his hands resting on your hips.

"Alright. Let's say I agree. Let's say I'm okay with sharing you for the night. What're the rules?" He asks. He's right. There needs to be boundaries. Everything needs to be crystal clear so no-one comes out of this with regrets or hurt feelings.

"What rules would you want?" You ask in reply, absently playing with a rogue lock of his hair as you listen. He takes a moment to consider it.

"Rule one; no kissing on the mouth, unless it's me. Rule two; if any of us say stop, it stops right away, no questions asked." He says slowly and you nod. "Rule three; he doesn't get to finish inside you."

"Okay. But is finishing on me okay? Or in my mouth?" You ask and he considers for a moment. You swear you feel a twitch between your thighs as he blushes at the thought.

"Yeah... On your face, your chest; wherever you're comfortable with. And in your mouth is okay too, if you're okay with that." Running a hand through his dark locks, you nod.

"Okay, I'll message him back. How's tomorrow sound?"

"Tomorrow's fine." He says as you pull out your comm. "You gonna invite him over?" Instantly, you look up and shake your head.

"No, no. Hotel. I don't want him here. Feels too intimate." You tell him and Poe nods, relieved. He seems a little cautious but, if the bulge in his flight-suit and the light flush on his cheeks is anything to go by, he's a little excited too. You lace your fingers into his and squeeze reassuringly as you text with your free hand.

> YOU: Hey, DJ. Hubby's down with it. Got some rules though; no kissing on the mouth and no creampies. Got it? /MSG/ :: Got it. No making out, no baby batter. > YOU: :-) > YOU: We'll be at the Bantha Bones bar by 7 tomorrow. /MSG/ :: 7 @ Bantha Bones. See you there. ;-)

"All set?" Poe asks as you toss you comm onto the other side of the sofa. You give him your full attention, burying your nose in his hair as you kiss the crown of his head. He's still a little stiff but he's also absolutely turned on.

"All set. You sure you're okay with this?" You ask in response and he pulls back, giving you a warm smile, the type that makes your cheeks blush a pretty pink and sends a tingling sensation all throughout your body.

"I'm sure." He pecks you on the lips. "I trust you. Just promise me one thing?"

"Anything, hon."

"If, at any point, this stops feeling right or you get uncomfortable, you'll let me know." His eyes search yours, intense and earnest. "I don't care how many drinks you've had, how horny you are or how charming this guy might be." You squeeze his hand and nod.

"I promise. I'll tell you."

"Good."

The next day, you and Poe make your way to the Bantha Bones, the dim lighting and familiar din of conversation bringing you a strange kind of comfort. You're already feeling a little nervous; this is uncharted territory, even if it's with someone you know. Poe, ever the easy-going presence by your side, brushes your shoulder with his as he leads you through the crowd.

"Everything alright?" His voice is low, just for you. His thumb rubs the back of your hand. You nod.

"Yeah, just... Y'know."

"Hey, no pressure. If it gets weird, we walk. Simple as that." He reassures you, his tone so steady it calms the tightness in your chest.

You spot him almost immediately. DJ's slouched in a booth by the far wall, drink in hand, his eyes scanning the crowd as though he's still in the habit of looking over his shoulder. His greying, tousled hair and the stubble along his jaw make him look even more like the man you remember; though, a little older now, a little sharper in his posture.

Poe gives you a nudge. "Go on. I'll grab us some drinks."

You glance at him, hesitation lingering in your gaze, but he's already heading to the bar, leaving you to make your way toward DJ. With each step, the old feelings — the ones you thought were buried — stir in your chest. When you reach him, DJ looks up, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my f-f-favourite wildcat." He teases, his voice familiar and rough. There's the stutter. You'd forgotten how much you liked it. And there's a twinkle in his eye, the same one that used to set your heart racing.

"Don't start." You warn teasingly, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"C'mon, sit down. I won't bite." He murmurs, setting his drink down before he peers up at you. "Not yet, anyway."

You settle in the booth opposite DJ, leaving space for Poe. "You look good." He says and just that little compliment brings heat to your cheeks. You hope he doesn't notice it in the low light. You've not flirted in years so this attention is unfamiliar though not unexpected not unwanted.

"Thanks. You look good too. You've aged a bit. But like...in a good way, y'know?" You stumble your way through the backhanded compliment and he grins.

"So've you. But you already looked a-amazing." He purrs, eyes straying down to take in your outfit. "Where's Hubby?" He asks and you nod in the way of the bar.

"Just grabbing us some drinks." DJ nods and glances over at the bar, where Poe grabs a couple drinks and slides a few credits on the counter.

"Mm. He let you come sit with me alone?" He asks, quirking a brow. "More trusting than I'd be in his situation." You turn your attention back to DJ and his stupid, smug face. The same one you'd gladly still have your lips all over.

"Okay but you didn't trust anyone and you were always incredibly jealous. It was kinda hot when I was younger but, dear God, you had some anger issues." You tell him and a deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, warming something low and deep in your body.

"Yeah, I was a real piece of w-w-work back then. But I've learned a thing or two since then and, I gotta say, it's kinda hot that he's okay with this." He says and you nod, turning your head back to look at Poe from across the room as he walks toward the booth, drinks in hand.

"Yeah... I'm lucky to have him."

Two drinks slide across the table before Poe settles in beside you. "Thanks, hon." You pull the drink toward you and take a long sip. It's not overly strong but there's a lot of it, enough to get the ball rolling, you're sure. "So, Poe, this is DJ. We used to run in a crew together. DJ, this is Poe, my husband."

"P-Pleasure to officially meet you." DJ extends his hand across the table, his grip confident as Poe grips it. When he settles back in his seat, Poe easily drapes his arm around the back of the booth in a protective, loving gesture that just seems so natural. It's nice.

After the introductions, the two seem to get along, finding common ground surprisingly quickly. They give old stories from their respective circles, most of them including you in one way or another. They try to keep you engaged but, as you slowly drain your drink, the rest of the bar seems to grow fuzzy and quiet and Poe's warmth at your side and DJ's low, stuttering purr light a fire in you that you struggle to tamp down. You rest your head on Poe's shoulder and get comfortable, propping your legs on the bench on DJ's side of the booth, just listening to them talk. DJ seems to have this magic ability to talk to people like he's known them years, even if it's only been an hour or so. It's disarming. One of the things you use to love about him.

Suddenly, you feel a rough hand on your calf, caressing you through your pants. Under the table, DJ has his hand around your leg, gently massaging the muscles there, easing the tension away, as he keeps chatting with Poe, who's too engrossed to notice the subtle contact. You stiffen slightly as the hand slides a little further up, biting your lip but not pulling away. He takes it as an invitation, his movements growing a little more noticeable. You sigh at the contact and wet your lips, tilting your head to look at Poe before reaching down to place a hand on his thigh. He pauses mid-sentence and places his hand over yours, looking down at you with a warm smile.

"Baby? You okay?" He asks, unaware that your legs are slowly being inched apart by DJ's curious fingers. The alcohol has a nice buzz running through your body. You've still got your wits about you but everything's bubbling up to the surface, particularly the thoughts of being sandwiched between these two men that have been plaguing you all day.

"Mhm. More than okay..." You tilt your head and press your lips to Poe's own, taking him by surprise, as you move your leg under the table, pressing the toe of your boot against DJ's zipper. Your hand on Poe's thigh slowly crawls upward until it rests on his crotch, earning yourself a groan against your lips. He's panting slightly when he finally pulls away. "You two seem to be getting along like a house on fire." You say and Poe's hand, rough with callouses, slides over your own, pressing your palm against the growing bulge there. You press your boot a little harder against DJ's zipper and a low growl rumbles through him.

"Yeah, he's alright." He murmurs in reply, voice a little huskier than before. "You seem distracted though."

"I won't lie; I'm getting a little antsy. Don't get me wrong, I love hearing you talk about cruisers and V38s but... It might be time to make a move?" You suggest and Poe's eyes dart up to DJ, who worries his lower lip between his teeth, clearly on-board with the idea.

"Lead the way." Poe says finally, picking up on the vibes.

"C'mon. Hotel's just around the corner."

With single-mindedness born of lust and a decent amount of booze, you lead the way to the hotel round the block. Both men follow suit, their movements almost predatory. The short walk to the hotel is tense with anticipation.

As you check in, Poe's hand rests possessively on the small of your back, while DJ's fingers brush against yours on the counter. Once you pick up the keycard, the path is simple; walk upstairs, get inside, lock the door. The room isn't anything to write home about; small and sparsely decorated, lit with tacky, red LEDs that cast stark shadows. The floor is worn and covered in scuff marks, a large bed situated in the centre of the room and a chair by a window with broken, lopsided blinds. It's clear nobody comes here for a pleasant, hospitable experience but that's not what you're here for either.

As soon as the door slides shut, Poe tucks himself against your back, his hands roaming along your sides. DJ's taller figure blocks the door, just watching hungrily.

"Now what?" Poe husks in your ear, his arousal clear, pressed against your backside. You step toward the bed and sit on the edge. That warm, fuzzy feeling still buzzes around in your body and you find yourself speaking before the words really process.

"I mean, I've just been thinking about being completely destroyed by you guys so like... I don't know... What do you guys wanna do?" You glance over at DJ, knowing he's more than willing to take the wheel and get this party started. His eyes darken as he steps forward, worn boots heavy on the floor. A large hand with nimble fingers grasps your chin firmly as he tilts your head back to look at him.

"You wanna be a g-good boy and do as we say?" His voice is a low growl, leaving no room for misinterpretation. You hum in approval and DJ releases you, taking a couple steps back to stand shoulder to shoulder with Poe. "Strip for us." You kick off your boots and stand, shrugging off your jacket and letting it fall to the floor. Poe's hands clench at his sides, struggling to stay still as he watches you. "Slowly." DJ adds, his voice hoarse. "Let us enjoy the view, hm?" Slowing your pace, you pull your shirt over your head along with your binder, leaving your upper half entirely bare. You reach down and unbuckle your belt, inching your pants down until they pool around your ankles and you can step out of them, leaving you in only your underwear. DJ reaches down and unashamedly squeezes the bulge in his pants. "Turn around. Bend over the b-bed." And you do as he tells you to, propping your hands on the mattress and leaning over, your backside only covered by the thin fabric of your underwear which is already damp at the gusset from your arousal.

You hear heavy steps as DJ moves behind you, placing a large hand on the small of your back, holding you in place. He leans over, his lips barely brushing the shell of your ear. "Such a good boy, doing exactly as you're told." Poe steps up too, not quite getting involved just yet, content in letting DJ take the lead for now. He drinks in the sight of you, unaware that you could be so obedient, that you would respond like this. A warm, familiar hand slides along your curves, fingertips ghosting along the waistband of your underwear.

"This wet already, baby?" Poe sighs airily. "Let's see." He hooks a finger into the waistband of your underwear and pulls it down. The sight earns a low groan from DJ and you whine as you feel slick dripping down your inner thighs, wet and warm.

"L-L-Look at this. You're absolutely soaked." One of DJ's hands moves to your backside, squeezing and kneading appreciatively. You lean into the touches, especially as Poe sinks two fingers inside you, friction nonexistent from how wet you are. DJ gives you a firm spank as Poe sets a slow, deep pace with his fingers, sliding them in and out, your toes curling against the floor. "You like that?" You let out another affirmative moan, pushing your hips back into those strong hands, which feel far more than two pairs. It feels like they're all over you, groping and squeezing and manhandling you in a way that feels all too good. DJ gives your rear another slap, watching it bounce slightly and letting out a husky chuckle. "Damn... You had him on his knees before, fly-boy? His mouth is to d-die for."

You whine as Poe's fingers slide from inside you, leaving you empty and wanting. "Don't worry, you'll get what you want, pussycat. But you gotta work for it first, mm?" DJ pulls you up from your position, bent over the mattress, as Poe grabs a pillow to cushion your knees as you're pushed to the floor. They stand over you, clearly hard in their pants. Poe seems to be at a bit of a loss. This side of you is unchartered territory and seeing DJ so easily guide you into such a submissive position has him reeling at what he's been missing out on. He's definitely learning a lot from the old slicer tonight.

DJ unbuckles his pants and inches down the zipper, pulling his cock free from his underwear and giving it a slow stroke. "Look at you. Forgot how c-c-cute you look on your knees, like that." He sighs and your mouth waters as precum beads at the slit. "You want this in your mouth, huh?" Your attention is drawn away from him as Poe unbuckles his pants and pushes them down his thighs, revealing his own erection. You wet your lips, eyes lidded as they flick between one cock to the other hungrily.

"Both of us?" Poe asks, his voice softer, more tentative.

"You'll have to take turns..." You manage and DJ chuckles lowly.

"Smart boy. Too big for you to take both at once." When you hesitate, Poe steps forward and runs his fingers through your hair. You peer up at him and he gives you a warm, encouraging smile, cutting through the haze of arousal that cloaks your vision.

"Start with me, baby. Nice and easy." You part your lips and take him in, his fingers resting lightly on the back of your hair. "That's it..." You sigh at the familiarity of your husband's cock sliding along your tongue. Your eyes drop shut as you focus on the weight of it, the pulsing heat in your mouth. He's leaking already as you draw him deep, licking and sucking all along the shaft, letting him guide your head, forward and back, in a familiar rhythm, your technique perfect from years of practice. "Holy shit..." Slow, long strokes, not too deep but just deep enough. Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see DJ slowly pumping at his cock, impatiently awaiting his turn. Poe's fingers tighten ever so slightly in your hair as droll drips down your chin, your mouth working him like a dream. "Fuck, baby..."

Suddenly, a large hand snarls into your hair as DJ decides he just can't take it anymore. Poe's dick slides from your mouth with a wet sound, your lips connected to the ruddy crown of his cock with a thin string of saliva.

"No wonder, f-fly-boy, here, can't get enough." He mutters, sliding himself past your lips. You have to stretch your mouth a little wider to take him in, your eyes rolling as he grips your hair. "Gotta be firm with you, wildcat. Might've forgotten all your skills..." He groans deeply, his hips moving to set a slow, deep pace which slowly picks up. "Goddamn, you still have the best mouth..." He grunts and Poe watches as your lips stretch wide around the slicer's dick, eager and desperate. DJ slides all the way in, pushing past your barrier, your nose buried in the thatch of thick, dark hair at the base. You gag slightly, a mix of saliva and pre bubbling around your mouth as you struggle to accommodate. He stays there for a moment before pulling out and letting you catch your breath. "Fuck, yeah..." You cough wetly, eyes pricking with tears, as Poe steps closer again.

"Come on, baby. Switch back to me." You do, sucking and tonguing at his cock messily, unashamed as drool oozes down your chin to pool on the floor. You moan as his fingers lightly tug at your hair, growing a little rougher, though only slightly, like he's anxious to try his hand at what DJ does. You bob your head eagerly, looking up at him as he bites his lip, murmuring soft praises under his breath. "You're so good, baby... Just like that... That's it..." You've never seen him like this before either; so hungry for you, so desperate. And then, for a moment, he stops. "Baby?"

"Mm...?" You manage, your lips still wrapped around his dick. He cards a hand through his thick, dark curls, cheeks flushed.

"Can I... Can I try a little harder?" He asks tentatively. "Like he does?" He jabs a thumb at DJ who grins wolfishly, his hand stroking at his cock, spreading the slick mix of pre and spit all over the shaft. You think for a moment before nodding slightly and Poe nods, gripping your hair firmly, mirroring DJ's earlier hold. "Open wider." He says and you obey without question, letting your jaw drop, and he pushes his hips forward, sliding his cock deep into your mouth, pressing against the barrier in your throat but not daring to go deeper. You gag slightly but stay obediently still. Poe takes up a steady rhythm, fucking your mouth just deep enough to make you take him into your throat just a little each time. As Poe uses your mouth, you reach up to wrap a hand around DJ's cock, pumping at the same pace as Poe's thrusts and earning yourself an appreciative, rumbling groan from the splicer.

"F-F-Fuck, yeah... Just like that..." He covers his hand with your own, guiding your strokes.

Eventually, you pull back, panting, your eyes watering.

"Don't...cum yet, okay?" You manage, your speech a little garbled after the rough treatment.

"Yeah, okay, baby." Poe manages between shaky breaths.

"You want a facial, huh?" DJ asks with a knowing grin and your cheeks flame. "N-Naughty boy. C'mon, over here." You lift your hand to wrap around Poe's dick, keeping your pace slow as not to overwhelm him just yet. Nimble fingers slip through your hair and curl tight as DJ establishes a quick, punishing rhythm, unafraid to push past your barrier and bury himself completely in your mouth. He gazes down at you, dark eyes glazed over with want. "F-F-Fuck... The amount of times I've jerked off to this thought... You're a little out of practice but... Damn, you're still p-perfect..." He rasps out as you gag and cough wetly around his cock, saliva dripping onto the floor in thin, glistening strings.

Finally, once tears are slipping down your cheeks and your lips are red and soaked with spit and pre, DJ pulls your head back. You let your eyes flutter shut, keeping your mouth open to receive whatever they give you. The slicer takes himself in hand as Poe does the same, groaning and the slick sound of skin on skin making you ache. Poe finishes first, painting the bridge of your nose and your forehead as he strokes your hair, mumbling about how sexy you look. DJ's load splashes heavily onto your cheeks and lips, the weight of it hot on your skin. Another stream of his arcs across your nose and coats your lashes as Poe leans in closer for a better angle, his last few spurts dropping onto your upper lip, making sure to get a little of it in your mouth. Some of it oozes down your neck and drips onto your chest, coating your skin in a slick, sloppy sheen.

When they finish, you wipe it out of your eyes and lick you lips, reaching any you can with your tongue and pulling it into your mouth. "F-Fuck, that's hot..." DJ manages between laboured breaths. "You really shoulda kept doing those porno holos. Would've made a fortune by now." He teases and you see Poe's eyes widen. He really is learning a lot today.

Eventually, you stagger to your feet and toss the pillow back on the bed, uncaring that it's splattered with saliva, cum and your own slick arousal. Poe's flagging now; his cock spent and in need of some recoup time, while DJ's still going strong. You wipe your face on the bedsheets, feeling energised yet still weighed down by the insatiable heat in your lower belly.

"How's...everyone feeling?" You manage, your voice weak and a little rough from having your throat pounded. DJ grins lazily.

"Feeling great." He purrs, squeezing the base of his dick, still hard, still leaking. Poe, on the other hand, looks dazed but satisfied, still trying to catch his breath.

"I'm good. Just...need a sec." He murmurs and you nod.

"Take a break, hon. Can we keep going?" You ask as Poe stumbles over to the chair by the window, dropping into it.

"Mhmm... You alright?" He asks, a hint of concern in his voice. You beam at him sweetly, already looking a dazed mess but glowing with excitement at how the night's gone so far.

"I'm having the time of my life." You reply and DJ chuckles.

"That's what we l-like to hear. Sure you can handle more, little wildcat?" He asks and you nod, watching Poe lean back, stretching his arms above his head and relaxing back into the chair to take a breather. DJ swaggers closer, ravenous eyes roaming your body, taking in the mess of cum and saliva on your neck and chest. "What's on your mind, handsome?"

"Getting a little needy..." You admit and his grin turns into a wolfish smile.

"Needy for what?"

"Y'know..." You part your knees a little, hoping he gets the hint. He does, lightly kicking your legs open and reaching down to press his fingers against your aching pussy. The ache feels tripled somehow as calloused fingers brush lightly over your swollen lower lips.

"You want me in here, huh?" He asks, as if there were any doubt. You whimper and nod quickly as he draws his thumb around your clit. "And what about fly-boy, over there? Does he get a turn or am I getting it all for myself?" You glance over at Poe, who's watching, still splayed out on the chair by the window.

"One solo round each and then one together? Sound okay?" You ask and Poe nods, giving you a thumbs-up, still trying to catch his breath, even as his cock starts to thicken again.

Laying back on the bed, you let your thighs fall open, setting your eyes back on the slicer looming over you. There's no shame here anymore. Everyone's on the same page and it feels so freeing. DJ grabs hold of your hips and hooks your legs over his shoulders before lining himself up, rubbing the head against your pussy.

"Alright, h-here I come." He pushes his hips forward slowly, groaning as he spreads you open. He's definitely bigger than you remember but not to an uncomfortable degree. There's this warm, pleasant stretch as he fills you, inching inside until he's fully seated, his pelvis flush against yours. The pace he sets is slow at first, his thick cock hitting all the right spots, making you whimper and moan.

"Ohhh, my God..." You whine out and he grins, wetting his lips, as he keeps a steady pace.

"So tight..." He mutters, fingers digging into the meat of your hips as he slowly increases the pace. "As good as you remember?"

"Better..." That pulls a soft laugh from him, one that you feel more than hear. He drops his gaze to where you're joined, watching his shaft disappear inside you with every long stroke. He's got the angle down just right, his hips slightly raised so he's grinding against that perfect spot inside you. "F-Fuck...! Oh, my God... DJ..."

"Mhmm..." He hums in approval as you squeeze down around him, picking up the pace a little more as you get used to the size of him again. "No wonder fly-boy put a ring on it. Forgot how good you felt..." You throw a weak but teasing smile up at him.

"As good as you remember?" You ask and his eyes roll slightly as he bottoms out again, filling you completely.

"B-Better..." He stutters out, his voice a low growl.

"Just remember... No cumming inside, yeah?" You remind him and he nods.

"Yeah; one round, no cream filling. Got it." He tosses you a sly wink before pulling back and pushing back in hard, making you whine at the stretch. God, he feels amazing, hitting all the right spots with this deep, searing pressure that makes your toes curl.

As his pace grows more and more punishing and your cries reach a fever pitch, he claps a hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds. "Shhh... You can take it." He tells you, laying into you with quick, deep thrusts. "Almost there..." And you can feel him pulsing deep inside you, his brows knitting in concentration. "Just a little more..." His strokes become shallower, more urgent, sweat beading on his brow as he fights to hold back his climax, needing to stay inside you as long as humanly possible, to keep this connection as long as he can.

Suddenly, he pauses. Bites his lip.

"DJ..." Your voice is a slight warning.

"Not yet, not yet..." He hisses through clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut. The pressure's on as you notice Poe leaning forward in the chair, his cock at full mast again but his breath coming quick.

Don't break the rule. Don't break the rule, DJ...

With a strained grunt, he manages to pull out just in time, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and jerking in stiff movements until thick, hot ropes splatter across your stomach. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He gasps out, making sure to milk every last drop as Poe leans back, watching with a satisfied nod. It's warm on your belly, sticky and creamy as it clings to your skin.

DJ's careful to cradle your knees as he unhooks them from his shoulders, pressing little kisses to your inner thighs before stepping back. You sit up and press your lips to the head of his softening cock, licking away any stray drops and tasting yourself on his skin. He shudders at the sensation before he nods and tucks himself away in his pants, ruffling your hair affectionately. "Be right back. Don't go anywhere." DJ disappears into the ensuite and you turn your attention to Poe, who's taken the liberty of stripping down the rest of the way.

An adoring smile quirks at your lips as you get up on shaky legs and step over to him as he stands, back to full function now he's taken a breather.

"Your turn, big guy." You tell him as you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. "Having fun?" He kisses you again hungrily, hands moving to grope your backside possessively.

"So much fun." He huffs against your lips, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck. Holding onto his shoulders, you tug him back toward the bed. "You're gorgeous right now, baby." He mutters, gently pushing you down onto the rumpled sheets.

"I'm a mess." You correct him playfully.

"Exactly." He climbs up onto the bed, hovering over you and spreading your legs for him. His touch is warm and familiar, gentle and sweet, with an underlying hunger for you despite the amount of times he's made love to you before. "A messy, fucked-out, beautiful mess." The door to the ensuite opens and DJ hesitates for a moment before leaning against the door, watching the two of you.

"You gonna show him how we usually do it? He was wondering if you were as good as I said you are?" You tease and Poe smirks.

"Ohh, I'll show him." He replies confidently, fitting his hips between your thighs. You pull him down against you, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes softened, thumbs brushing soothing circles on your hips. "You love showing off like this, don't you?" He lowers his voice and you get a glimpse of DJ out of the corner of your eye, leaning against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. You lower you voice as well, your words for Poe's ears only.

"Yeah but he was wondering if you take care of me. He cares about me, hon, in his own weird way." You tell him and his expression turns tender.

"I can see that." His lips seal over yours in a slow kiss. "And I take god care of you, don't I?"

"You do. I wanna show him how good you are to me." You run your fingers through his curls, nuzzling against his jaw, feeling his stubble lightly rasp against your temple.

"Then let's give him a show."

With one, smooth motion, Poe slides himself home, letting out a soft groan at the feeling of being completely surrounded, embedded within you. After so long, it feels so natural with him but not dull — never that — because, whenever you look up at him and he's gazing down at you, gauging your reactions and making sure you're alright, you get this warmth blooming in the centre of your chest, this little voice in the back of your head that says 'this is the man you married'. This man. This lovely, dumb, sexy, gorgeous man. Poe Dameron. And it never fails to astound you just how perfect he is. It feels natural and familiar but it also feels new and perfect.

Slow, deep thrusts as he presses kisses to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. Wherever he can't reach with his mouth he covers with his hands, ensuring every inch of you is soothed by his touch. You barely register the sounds you're making. They feel so distant and far away, especially when you get lost in his eyes or when he steals your breath away with a kiss. It's like he's all around you, smothering you in a soft, cotton candy cocoon of affection.

Your lips are moving but your head is completely blank, your warm breath on his neck as you whisper praises into his skin. "You like that?" He murmurs and you nod.

"But...can I be on top for a bit?"

Without hesitation, Poe rolls over onto his back, looking up at you like you hung the stars for him. Everything else seems to fade away when he looks at you like that, his hands cradling your hips as he guides your slow, rocking thrusts. You brace your hands on his chest, letting your eyes drift shut as you take him in. He's letting out these sweet groans and breathless words of encouragement. Straightening your back, you lift your hands to your chest, lightly pinching and rolling your nipples, letting Poe guide your hips.

While you're trapped in this fog of affection and pleasure, it dawns on you; this is what DJ never gave you. When you were together, when you were working and partying and hopping from system to system, it never felt like this. It was intense and fiery and the physical side of things was amazing but Poe gives you something deeper; emotional fulfilment, which seems to heighten every sense.

The slide of your bodies together is smooth and slow, no need to rush. His hands are on your hips, your thighs, your stomach, appreciating every bit of you that he can reach as he watches you ride him with a kind of starstruck adoration.

Honestly, it doesn't even matter what DJ thinks. He can think what he damn well pleases.

This is fun. Not getting drunk and passing out in some back-alley near a cantina, no. Making love to the man you married, the man who appreciates you every day, who holds you up when you're down, who laughs at your jokes holds you when you cry. This is your idea of fun. And it's a damn good idea, you think.

"Baby..." The softest whisper brings you out of your reverie and you look down at him.

"You gonna cum inside me, honey?" You ask, voice breathless and sweet. From the sweat on his brow and the flush in his cheeks, you can tell he's close.

"Yeah..." You lean down, thread your fingers into his hair and press your lips to his, parting them and inviting him into your mouth. He takes the opportunity, sliding his tongue inside, moaning against your lips, as he spills inside you. He fills you with pulse after pulse, blunt nails biting into your hips as he grows light-headed from the pleasure. His load slowly drips out and oozes down around his cock and you keep holding on, keep rolling your hips, until he breaks away, panting, eyes lidded and full of love, as fresh as the day you met.

Finally, the finisher. You sit up and turn back to DJ, who's still leant against the wall, an odd expression on his usually impish features. It looks like satisfaction and pride...and longing. You hold out a hand and give him a smile, warm, inviting.

"Come here. Your wildcat needs you." You tell him and he hesitates for a moment before he reaches up to shrug off his coat, tugging off his clothes.

When he finally crawls up onto the bed, Poe doesn't move, allowing him to join the intimate space without feeling intrusive. His breath hitches as he shuffles behind you, large hands finding your waist with an uncharacteristic gentleness. One of your hands finds Poe's as the other tangles into DJ's and you turn your head to meet the slicer's gaze. He looks bewildered, almost. Like he's stumbled across something sacred. "Cyar'ika." It falls from your lips like a prayer; the name you used to call him, a reminder of where you met. He freezes for a moment before he leans down to press a kiss to the nape of your neck; an apology, you think, for all the times he took you for granted. He wraps an arm around your waist, nuzzling against the bend of your neck, before sheathing himself inside you beside Poe. The stretch is intense but wonderful. They don't move, just linger there, as you lay your head back to rest on DJ's shoulder, giving him better access. "A-Ahh... I missed you, cyar'ika." You murmur softly and DJ swallows hard, gathering you up in his arms and burying his face against your skin.

"I missed you too, k-k-kitya..."

Slow, shallow movements. It's almost overwhelming. Both DJ and Poe seem to lose themselves in the moment; the feeling of you, the sounds you make, the way you hold onto them. You turn your head to nuzzle against the slicer's temple and he makes this grumbling, purring sound; not aroused as such but contented — like a big cat — a sound reserved only for you. He mouths at your neck, kissing and biting lightly, not enough to bruise but just enough to feel, enough to keep you grounded. One of his hands slide down, fingers lightly rubbing over the hood of your clit, as they both move within you. Pleasure rushes through you at the touch, the fullness, the sheer intimacy of the moment. It's a heady feeling, sweet and intoxicating. It seems DJ learned something too; simply how to be vulnerable. And it has him broken behind you, nuzzling your neck, licking along the line of your collarbone.

Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your chest swelling with warmth, full to bursting. You're overwhelmed.

When you tilt your head back, catching DJ's eye, he really stops to see what he previously refused to; the heartache, the anger, the love and the lost years in between. He can't find the words so just pressed his face into your hair, holding onto you tightly. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you squeeze their hands. You're so close. So close now...

White-hot pleasure flushes through you, bringing the world down on you in a cacophony of sound, touch and emotion. Your vision whites out and there's a ringing in your ears. You shudder violently as you reach your peak and you let out these weak, shaky gasps.

"We've got you, baby. We've got you." Poe's voice calls out from the void and you feel him sit up, trapping you between him and DJ. Your body goes completely taut and then completely limp, mewling and whimpering with every slight touch of your skin. Your head lolls forward, forehead pressed to Poe's shoulder. "Baby?"

"Mmmm...?" You manage and he presses a kiss just below your ear, earning himself a little shiver and a high, quiet whine. You're trembling and clammy in their arms.

"You okay?" Poe asks and you struggle to string a sentence together.

"Y-Yeah... But I... I can't...feel my legs..." You murmur. That pulls a soft chuckle from DJ as he runs a hand along your thigh.

"That's just your body overloading, kitya. Looks like you sh-short-circuited yourself." He murmurs softly before he pulls his hips back, forcing a soft, breathless sob from your lips.

"Do you... Don't you guys wanna...?"

"Shhh..." Poe gently lifts you off his cock and settles you in his lap, cradling you against his chest. "I think you've had enough for tonight."

"Don't worry about us. We're good. Y-Y-You just relax, yeah?" DJ climbs off the bed and you nod as Poe lays back, resting your head on his chest and tucking your body against his side. The slicer stands awkwardly by the bed for a moment, watching Poe wrap a protective arm around you, his free hand stroking your arm as you nestle into his chest. With a small, tired smile, he looks up at DJ and pats the spot behind you.

"Hey, c'mon. There's room for one more."

Carefully, DJ spoons you from behind, pressing a tentative kiss to your shoulder before wrapping an arm around your waist, resting his hand lightly on your stomach. Poe brushes his lips against your hair, his chest rising and falling with soft, contented breaths.

"Thanks, guys..." You manage. "I hope you enjoyed this...as much as I did..."

"Baby, there's no question that we did." Poe assures you and DJ nods in agreement, his breath warm on your ear as he nuzzles your neck, voice low and rough.

"You're still incredible, kitya. Never should've d-doubted you. My wildcat's still in there, still going strong." He murmurs and you lazily tilt your head up to look at Poe, one hand sliding down to hold DJ's own.

"I think..." You yawn, curling up between the two men. "I think I might...just close my eyes for a bit..."

"Mmm. You go ahead and get some rest, baby. You earned it."

"We've got you, kitya."

[meamiki]

Hello. I haven't spoken much on the Reverse Entry AU (Modern Office + Reverse Isekai Loop AU). That changes today!!! Have some scattered (relatively long) tidbits on this AU. Mainly background to actually get to the office part of it but, yea!

If anyone wants elaboration on anything on this list, and I do mean anything, I encourage asking!! Or any random questions on the AU general!! Or just things in general!! Make me think about things I have not considered!!

Spoilers for all of ISAT + 2Hats and the like:

Mainly Concrete

The Country -> The Company.

Well, more of a family storefront, but the similarity in those two words next to each other was too good to pass up LOL.

Said storefront was run by Siffrin’s parents, and was their life's work.

Specialized in niche craft related stuff, in both teaching people how to do them & selling materials for the crafts. 

It was a very warm & homely store, and was adored by locals and visitors alike. 

A store that felt comforting to just vibe in for a bit, if that makes sense.

Loop ends up being Siffrin’s roommate after being reverse isekai’ed :)

They do not help with rent

They are a solid night light, which they try to justify as helping with the electricity bill

They also find a mirror shortly after arrival. 

Important Points

Mirabelle & Isabeau have known each other since University and are besties!!!!!!!!!

Not 100% sure of the logistics yet, but this was too important of a point to not include

Additionally, please know at some point, Isa custom stitched the scarf-shawl Mira wears to work all the time now, and gifted it to her!

He is also responsible for the fun pattern on the vest he wears all the time too!

Bonnie, whenever they are hanging around, makes sure to sneak onto Nille’s computer, and block out time between meetings for time to breathe / snacks for the others

And they also make sure to block out like an hour of time for proper lunches as well

Back to back to back to back meetings are not fun!!!

Breaks are important!!!

I have mentioned this in a different post, but this too, is a very important point to not include here as well

Location of Living

Mirabelle & Siffrin live in the same apartment complex, but on opposite sides of it

They have briefly interacted a few times prior to being coworkers? 

But Siffrin had his hair dyed for interviews for a long time

So Mirabelle didn’t realize it was him for a while, since he started growing out the dye before formally meeting in a work environment

Siffrin simply forgor

Isabeau lives relatively close-by to where Mira & Sif live, he visits Mira sometimes!!

He may or may not have also interacted with Siffrin two (2) times prior to working together due to the above point

Nille & Bonnie live around the area Siffrin used to live before he had to move, and have resided in that area for a long time

They technically were neighbors, at one point!

Odile lives closer to the office than everyone else 

Shorter commute for in-office days 

But still in the general vicinity of everyone else's abodes ofc

Hiring Order

Mirabelle has been working in the office the longest (interned two years in a row, and was formally hired right out of University)

Isabeau is next after since he got a referral off of Mira (interned for one year before graduation, then was hired at the same time Mirabelle was)

Odile was hired to replace Euphrasie (previous senior manager to their team who got a promotion, she’s now director of the regional office)

Siffrin was hired a bit after Odile when they got more capacity, since what they were originally doing was way too much for just three people LOL

Apparently, he got a referral from someone internally, but has no idea about it!

Nille was hired a little bit after Siffrin was

She only agreed upon the role if she was granted the flexibility to pick up Bonnie from school whenever

Random RPG Equivalence Hour

Turn Based Combat = Emails 

Whether it be waiting for data to start processes, answering inquiries, so on and so forth

Sometimes those turns take literal days

It happens!

Being Frozen / Damaged = Program Freezing 

This goes for any program being used

If it freezes it inflicts small damage

It inflicts more damage if it crashes

It makes you cry on the floor if the program crashes and you can’t recover any of what you did for the past hour

It makes you regret all of your life decisions up to this moment in time if it crashes, you can’t recover anything, and you have a presentation on the stuff you were working on in 15 minutes

Misc Meetings

Mirabelle writes fanfic

Isabeau knows about this and supports her in her endeavors

Odile has read some of her works, but does not know she wrote them irl

At some point prior to working together, Mirabelle & Odile became mutuals and started trading book / fanfic recommendations to one another

Odile had a brief stint as a bartender prior to working for the office

Mainly to earn some form of income while applying for jobs / waiting for prior certifications to process and transfer properly after moving from another country

In one or another, she met Isabeau and Siffrin at separate intervals while working there

Additionally, the bar is located close to the office. A lot of happy hours happen there. It ended up serving as a networking opportunity for her LMAO

Both Nille and Bonnie moved around a lot when they were younger

At different intervals, Nille went to the same high schools as both Mirabelle & Isabeau

Nille has probably worked a lot of jobs throughout high school / university

This includes working at the same place Odile worked at for a bit, they were probably coworkers there at some point.

Maybe not necessarily a bartender but, general staff

Again, this served as a networking opportunity similar to the Odile segment ASFASDASDA

Um????

Loop somehow ends up becoming a vtuber.

Loop somehow ends up being a vtuber for the company the team works under, akin to Tony the Tiger.

Loop does this vtuber gig for approximately one (1) stream and quits right after.

((loop decided their first stream was a nuzlocke for some reason. the crafts company literally didnt ask them to. they decided this on their own volition for no apparent reason. the company literally asked for a stream where they do crafts?? anyway they named their pokemon after the party. and. well.))

As I am Indecisive, this still has a chance for change! But for now this list is slightly ordered from “concrete in my mind” to “need to let simmer more probably, but the vibes are there” to “probably not but it is a bit of a funny to consider” (this only applies to the last loop segment ASDAFA)

But yea!! Thanks for reading the ramblings :)

[trekkingthroughtrek]

TNG Watchthrough: S1 E9 – Hide and Q

This one was fun. I didn't expect to see Q back so soon. I suppose they did leave it fairly open at the end of Farpoint with Q threatening to return, but i expected it to be a later seasons thing. Many more thoughts below the cut!

Having them run into Q's very distinctive force field before Q himself shows up is a nice touch.

Q in an Admiral uniform. It's funny because Q... kinda looks like a dork here. Like part of it is that the costume is maybe not great but i don't think i appreciated as a child the "just some guy" vibes that John De Lancie gives off. Yes he's dangerous and all powerful but there's an element of trying too hard that works well here against Picard's whole thing.

"Where are we?" You're on A Star Trek Planet™️!

I like the contrast of Will drinking the lemonade vs. Worf refusing. At first i was like "don't do it!" at Riker, but like, if Q wanted to kill you he wouldn't have to poison the lemonade. But I still like Worf pouring it out. I kinda wish they hadn't made it a Klingon Thing though. Like, just let Worf be petty on his own, it doesn't have to be a Cultural Difference.

"And where does she go?" "Into nothingness." This is sufficiently creepy, I wish they had done more with it. Might have been nice to have a moment where the planetside characters have to make a choice based on knowing that if they choose wrong they risk destroying Tasha.

" Damn it. I can't even make a log entry." Poor Picard! A fate worse than death!

Most of the TNG i saw when it aired is from later seasons, so as a result i don't have much of a preexisting connection with Tasha Yar. This is a nice scene with her and Picard, but like... I don't want to get attached.

"Shall we wager on that, Captain? Your starship command against?" "Against your keeping out of humanity's path for ever. Done?" This is so rash of Picard. Like, he doesn't even know what Riker's up against, Q controls time and space, and like, while he does have one data point from farpoint that Q will keep the bargain i personally would not be as confident that that's a given. But this is why we love Picard.

I enjoy the Shakespearean sparring.

Data as Q is very creepy. Neat to see how much they're doing with the makeup and contacts and whatever.

"You're beginning to sound like your Captain." "Now that's a compliment, Q." Aww.

“You have my word” Yessss. Love this. Love that he feels sufficiently bound by it to not save the girl. Good stuff.

"The Q has muddled your mind." I want to know to what extent this is literal. I was excited to get a Riker focused episode and then disappointed that Will just served as an object lesson rather than resisting Q himself through his own strength of character. I assume Picard just means here that access to the power is corrupting Will's perspective, but i'm going to headcannon that Q actually messed with his mind too, and that's why he kinda sucked here.

"Wesley I may know best of all. Our friendship, our long talks." You've been having long talks with Wesley? Huh. Better not catch you calling him "the boy" going forward.

That's not what adult Wil Wheaton looks like!

Love the look of fear Data has when Will offers to turn him human. It really drives home how creepy this whole thing is.

"You're as beautiful as I imagined, and more." Is this based on anything? Am i supposed to think Geordi and Tasha have a thing going on? I realize we're early in the season, but between this and the will and wesley's "long talks" i'm feeling a little jerked around by the show trying to lean on relationships that there's been no evidence of on screen.

"Make me the way I was. Please!" Oof. The pleading.

He made Worf a girlfriend. Who is this chick? Did she get teleported from somewhere or did he make her up out of whole cloth?

"I feel like such an idiot." "Quite right. So you should." Ouch.

"Perhaps someday we will discover that space and time are simpler than the human equation." Again, i wish we could have some more emotional character resolution at the end of the episode in place of Picard proclaiming the moral of the story. But that's just me being greedy, lots of good stuff in this one.

[guzsdaily]

The Best Thing I Added to My Notes

Daily Blogs 359 - Oct 29th, 12.024

This is probably the best thing I added to my daily notes.

What?

This is a routine heatmap. The simple explanation is that is shows how many tasks related to my routine I have done in that day, the brighter, the more tasks.

Why?

One of the things that I found is that I'm very easily insecure about myself. Even if I'm doing fine and working on the things that I like, I still have days when I almost forget everything and start doubting myself over and over thinking that I'm not doing enough. This situation happened to me a lot over the previous year, and because of the amount of pressure I placed in myself in these attacks, I started to just feel demotivated and started to stagnate. I never could really prove to myself.

And then I found about this concept, I don't know where or when necessarily, but it was about having data to prove to your own brain that you are supposed to be fine, have palpable methods to convince yourself. Not only having proof, but also, having constant feedback if you are doing fine or if you need to actually question and do a course correction.

This map, this calendar, is what proves to myself that I'm doing fine and that I am improving. Every single day I look into it since it is on my daily notes, and I can see if there are any worries or not, there's no reason anymore to doubt myself as much. Even tho not all days are the brightness, mostly because they are based on the current amount of tasks of the current routine, I can't say to myself that I'm not trying. If any of these days there is a strange black void, I can just click into it, and go back memory lane to remember.

Also, the instant feedback is great. Since I know how the brightness is calculated and that it cares about the percentage of tasks of the current routine, I don't really care that much about older cells, but I do care if some pattern start to arrive in the recent ones. Like the stripe in the first quarter of the year, when I was helping my family and wasn't able to work that much, and the brightness of the last half of the year, when I got a job and organized better my work.

And as a bonus, this map also helps me know where I am in the year. Since I do Quarterly Themes, somewhat aligned with the year seasons, having a visual clue to know what quarter I am, even more when the seasons don't affect that much the look of the ambient outside home, really helps. This clue is not only via the amount of days that passed in the calendar, but also it's color:

Red for summer, quarter one:

Red for autumn, quarter two:

Blue for winter, quarter three:

Green for spring, quarter four:

How?

I don't really know how much it is possible in other note-taking apps, but in Obisdian is kinda simple if you know a little about scripting. It uses just two plugins: Obsidian Dataview and Heatmap Calendar for Obsidian. The Dataview script used is this:

In summary, the steps are:

Get all daily notes of this year (The year value is added via the file template);

Loop over all daily notes:

Get all completed tasks of note;

Calculate the percentage of completed tasks;

Push the day entry to the calendar data, with the correct color (The value "season-spring" is put by the template).

Render the Heatmap Calendar using the function provided by the plugin.

The source code of the daily note template is available on my vault template repository.

Today's artists & creative things Music: I Gave Everything - by Connor Price

© 2024 Gustavo "Guz" L. de Mello. Licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0

[sweeter-than-teafood]

My MC!

Character design via this picrew

Name: Phoebe Clarke

Age: 27

DOB: 24/10/1997

Heritage: Solomon’s Lineage came from her mother’s side. Her mother was a proficient healer, who used her powers on her weakest patients, to give them a chance at recovery.

Nationality: British, but lived in South Korea for the first 10 years of her life

Childhood; Phoebe was a rather shy individual growing up, often hiding behind Minhyeok during social interactions. They were very close friends, but had to part ways when her parents moved to England for their careers. With hardly any close friends, she threw herself into her studies, often becoming the victim of various bullies.

Adulthood; Her hard work in school paid off, and she got accepted into university to study medicine, just like her mother. She bumped into Minhyeok, who decided to study abroad in England. They continued their friendship, as if they never parted in the first place. They got a cheap apartment together, to save on the costs of uni life.

The incident; During one of their study sessions in the library, Phoebe recieved a phone call from her parent’s neighbours. They had been brutally murdered in their home, though nothing had been stolen. This news caused Phoebe to become detached from her studies. She dropped out in her fourth year, staying in the shared apartment while Minhyeok balanced his studies and caring for her.

Solomon’s Awakening; In the months leading up to her journey in the war between heaven and hell, her eyes began turning purple. Her hair also began to change, although slowly; strand by strand. She would dye her hair regularly to cover up the purple hairs. She tried to cover her purple eyes with contacts, but found them too uncomfortable. She began to give off an aura that attracted people to her, and this caused her to put up a rude facade to deter anyone from staying too long.

The Fall: In order to keep Minhyeok from worrying about her, Phoebe took up a part time job working in Data Entry. It was dull, and left her with a need for something more fulfilling. This lead to her discovering porn, and soon she had some form of escapism from her otherwise boring lifestyle. That is, until Gabriel showed up one day, and thus began Phoebe’s delightful time in Hell.

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Favourite Nation in Hell; She loves Gehenna, it reminds her so much of England, with its pubs and quiet natural landscapes. She doesn’t mind all the boisterous citizens, they make her think of the excitable football fans back home; all united in their love for something that means everything to them.

Sin that she commits the most: Gluttony. Over indulgence is her main distraction from life’s woes, whether it be porn, sex, food, alcohol, it’s all good in her books.

Things she does in her spare time: Due to her knowledge in medicine, though not fully qualified, she offered to assist in Paradise Lost whenever she can. She hasn’t got the hang of using any healing magic that she may have inherited from Solomon, so she helps with the basics, like triage and wound care.

Idiosyncrasies; Cardiophilia, Being tied up, Praise.

Devils that she gets on with the most;

Gehenna; All of the nobles, they’re family to her.

Tartaros; Valefor, Eligios

Abyssos: Another nation of homies, if any of the nobles are free and she’s in the area, it’s official; they’re partying hard.

Hades: Foras, Barbatos, Glasyalabolas

Paradise Lost: All of them, they’re her work colleagues, so she looks up to them.

Niflheim: Andrealphus, Beleth, Gusion.

Abaddon: Ronové

She gets on pretty well with the Kings too, aside from Leviathan, who she still is incredibly wary of after the kidnapping and threats of death. She’s trying to forgive him, though it may take a lengthy time.

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Some alternative outfits, based on countries in Hell;

Gehenna;

Tartaros;

Hades;

Abyssos;

Paradise Lost;

[jadagul]

I'm sorry if this is a stupid question. Why is it harder for larger countries to have citizens with a high median level of wealth? What makes it harder for a country with the US population vs, say, Japan? I can imagine obvious challenges, but also reasons why larger countries can make their median citizen wealthier more easily. Economies of scale, more chances for innovation that can later be widely adopted, strong institutions having outsized effects. Can you help me understand the logic more?

It's not a stupid question! It's a common but incredibly counterintuitive thing that comes up in statistical comparisons. The short version is: you get more variance with small samples than with large samples.

To start off, let's point out this isn't just theoretical. According to the IMF, the twelve highest GDPs per capita are in this chart:

(If you use a different source the numbers change somewhat but not dramatically so.)

If you rank countries by population, those are rank 122, 163, 118, 134, 162.5, 95, 99, 115, 3, 191, 169, and 103.5. The US is in position 3 and the next-highest is at 95 (out of about 200).

Conversely let's look at the ten most populous nations:

When ranked by GDP per capita, those come out at ranks 73, 127, 8, 98, 138, 144, 87, 128, 56, and 71.

And notice already this looks different: these numbers are mostly in like the middle half, whereas the others were almost all in the bottom half. And that makes sense based on the theoretical argument I'm about to make.

A big country has a lot of people in it. And more than that, it has a lot of places in it. And while those places all have a bunch of stuff in common (like being part of the same country), they also have a bunch of things different from each other. So you can think of the per capita GDP of a big country as, like, averaging together the per capita GPDs of all the regions in it. (And then the per capita GDP of a region is a weighted average of the incomes of all the people in it.)

If you look at a city-state like Singapore or Hong Kong, you're "averaging" together one city. And for a small country like Ireland or Luxembourg, you're averaging one city with a small amount of hinterlands. That means that if that one city is unusually lucky, the whole country is rich.

(And if that one city is unusually unlucky, the whole country is poor. The ten least populated countries on the list that have IMF data have GDP per capita ranks of 146, 119, 95, 9, 152, 60, 106, 16, 134, 52, which are all over the map. None of them are at the very bottom, and I assume that's because cities are richer than non-cities, in general. And also maybe a city-state that's also dirt poor gets swallowed up.)

And if you look at our list of richest countries, you can really see this effect. Ireland is a tax haven for the EU, and traditionally so is San Marino. Singapore is a weirdly-managed outlier city state, as is San Marino (and Hong Kong used to be). Qatar and the UAE are all drafting off of oil revenue, and for that matter so is Norway.

And to drive the point home, let's look at the list of US metro areas by per capita GDP.

San Jose beats every country in the world hollow. San Francisco is tied with the top entries on the list. And our tenth-richest metro area would place fifth on the list of countries by per capita gdp. (Contrast Paris at €60 and Berlin at like €42k, if my quick googling is right.)

And then to drive the point home, look at the top of the list. The richest metro area in the US isn't San Francisco or New York or Los Angeles (which at 18th and $86k doesn't even show up on that list up there, but would still put it at 8th in the world); the richest metro area in the US is some place called Midland TX. It's a small town that sits in the middle of a giant oil field, and as I understand it it's basically a base camp for all the oil work out there. So it has one thing going on, and that thing is super lucrative, and distributed across relatively few people; so it gets the top spot.

And that's why the richest countries are likely to be small.

[freckled-words]

TaserTricks Misadventures

Just to get some rust off the wheels, I wrote a little intro to act as the base for where *most* of the stories will be connected to. Some will be stand-alone but still part of the whole, ya know?

If you prefer to read on AO3, here's a handy link for you CLICK ME

Let me know if you catch any spelling mistakes.

Darcy Lewis sometimes had to play “Connect The Dots” with the events in her life in order to make sense of just how she found herself in her current position.

The position of ‘Unofficial Avengers CareTaker’ that is.

Which just so happened to include Loki, God of Mischief, King of Assholes, and a condemned prisoner currently working off his crimes through community service.

Originally Darcy had come to the tower with her pre-established job parameters of keeping Jane healthy and functional, while also helping her with the data entry and machine lugging. Jane’s lab was neighbor’s with Tony and Bruce, and thanks to a connecting doorway, it was easy enough to include the Science Bros in the daily feedings and watering. (Bruce was pretty good at managing himself, but he never turned down Darcy’s cinnamon raisin cookies when she slipped them within reach.)

One trip to scary Ol’ England to fight space Elves later, and Erik came back to the Tower with them. Like Bruce he was pretty low maintenance, he just needed a gentle reminder to put his pants back on two to three times a day.

The real shift in her ‘caretaking’ parameters came when Natasha and Clint started coming by more often.

One night Darcy had been up late in the common room, the TV was on with the volume down low, an overly fuzzy blanket was wrapped around her body, and was doing her damndest to melt the nightmares out of her skull with the vibrancy of the cartoon dancing across the screen.

She swore she’d simply blinked (a super slow blink that lasted around a minute) and suddenly found Clint sitting on the couch next to her, the edge of her blanket draped across his lap and his head tipped back into the cushions with his eyes closed. As far as Darcy could tell, the infamous sniper was fast asleep.

Too tired to have much reaction (or give it much thought) Darcy shifted her blanket so it was covering both of them. She wouldn’t know if it was the presence of someone she knew to be super lethal, or just the sense of having another body around in general, but she managed to drop off into a heavy sleep pretty quick.

She got to know Clint a lot better over breakfast the next morning, and it became a friendly routine for them to crash on the couch on nights when one or the other was feeling rough. (There’d been a couple nights where Tony would stumble up from the lab and crash on whichever space was large enough, and on even rarer occasions, Steve would collapse into the recliner and do his best to sneak away before everyone else woke up the next morning.)

Natasha didn’t need caring for, so much as she opted to spend some of her free time with Darcy. 

Sometimes Darcy was suddenly dragged out of the lab for self defense training (she never made it back to the labs on those days.) But more often Natasha would pop up wherever Darcy was, and inquire into everyone’s wellbeing. It took Darcy a bit of time to put two and two together, and realize that Natasha would have these pop-up chats when she got back from her missions. (Darcy does her best not to think too deeply on this, as it puts a certain degree of weight on Darcy’s casual care-taking.)

At first Steve wasn’t really taken into consideration, as he had his own place to go home too, and when he wasn’t there or the tower, he was out looking for Bucky. (The shitshow of SHIELDRA had been a nightmare and a half that left both Darcy and Jane a little twitchy for a solid two months after.)

So of course that changed when he came home one morning, bruised, battered and bleeding, with Bucky in tow.

Darcy had been in the kitchen getting her first cup of coffee when the two soldiers stumbled in. Steve gave her a nod and a, “Morning Ms. Lewis” then promptly dropped Bucky and himself into a couple of chairs.

Still dressed in her Hulk pj pants, and Black Widow tank top, Darcy muttered a quiet “Fuckin’ Mondays.” And got to work making a mountain of pancakes, bacon, and eggs for the two to devour while their wounds healed. (There were a couple feeble attempts to help, and she’d just slapped them both away with her spatula.)

Given that Tower was a reinforced fortress in the sky, it only made sense for Bucky to hide out there, and Steve couldn’t even fathom leaving Bucky there on his own, so after some strategic room shuffling, Bucky moved into a room that was situated between Bruce and Steve.

Taking care of Steve was easy, and a lot of fun for Darcy. She helped him to work through his ever growing list of things to learn and catch up on, while also getting him to give her art lessons. (They did Bob Ross paintings every once in a while, and it was always hilarious, since Steve would try and make adjustments to outdo Bob.)

Bucky on the other hand was a bit more complicated. He had enough of his memories back to know who he was, and who Steve was, but he still had some brainwashing to work through. Like Bruce, he needed a calm, no sudden surprises environment. He’d stick to Steve most of the time, and other times he’d stay in his room. When Darcy started to notice how little he would eat, and how much weight he was losing, Darcy took matters into her own hands with a gamble.

Steve was in the living room working on a field report from their last mission, and Bucky had tagged along to sit on the couch and fiddle with his phone. It was just about time for lunch, and Darcy figured sandwiches would be fine, “Yo Barnes, mind giving me a hand with this? You slice and spread, I’ll assemble?”

For a brief second Darcy thought Bucky was going to refuse, as she’d called out to him so suddenly, his shoulders had gone back and his hands had frozen mid-fidget. Steve looked up from his papers and raised a brow at Darcy, trying to figure out what she was angling for. Bucky took in slow breath, and seemed to resettle before getting up. He had a confused, yet slightly amused expression when he joined her in the little kitchen space, “What did I do to warrant sandwich duty?”

“You looked bored, that’s what.” She chided back, and pushed a tomato into his prosthetic hand and a tiny kitchen knife into the other. 

He let out a huffed laugh, and settled into the task of prepping. 

While they worked to make a variety of sandwiches, Bucky would grab nibbles as he went. When the sandwiches were ready for distribution, Bucky took five of them for himself. 

Pleased her theory had been right, Darcy made sure Bucky helped her with at least one of the meals each day, and for the rest she had Jarvis send live video feeds to Bucky’s phone of the food being prepared. 

Natasha and Steve gave her private thanks for catching the problem and finding the solution. Bucky’s thanks came in the form of brutal game nights, where they’d square off with board games and video games. Some nights it was everyone in the tower playing (Pepper was banned from playing Monopoly), and others it was just the two of them (“I saw that Barnes! If you throw that blueshell I swear to Thor I will put ghost peppers in your soup tomorrow!”)

Three months after Bucky and Steve moved into the tower, Thor returned, and he didn’t come alone.

They’d all had a heads up that this might be a possibility, but no one had thought it would actually happen.

Loki, Destroyer of New York, God of Trickery and Chaos, was back on Earth…to finish his community service.

[originalcreatorstarlight]

Girls Frontline Egyptian character oc that I made 🇪🇬

I'm an Egyptian I'm a fan of girls Frontline game and the anime I was disappointed when they didn't make an Egyptian character or any Middle Eastern characters expect for Negev so I made an OC of how I imagine her in my head! 💛 Here's some things you should know about her.I'm so glad you love her! Based on her design and vibe, here’s a profile that fits her perfectly:

Name: Leila Nasr (ليلى نصر)

Age: 21

Background: Leila was born in Alexandria, Egypt, and raised in a family with deep military roots. Sharp-minded and fiercely independent, she joined the T-Doll program to defend her homeland and preserve its rich heritage.

Role: Designated marksman and relic recovery specialist. She’s often sent on missions involving ancient tech and desert operations.

Special Traits:

Her Eye of Ra makeup isn’t just style—it helps her interface with old-world systems.

She favors modified Egyptian firearms like a customized Hakim rifle for precision work, but she’s fluent with AKs too.

Fluent in Arabic, English, and ancient hieroglyphic code.

Here’s a short character bio and mission log entry for Leila Nasr:

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Name: Leila Nasr

Age: 21

Origin: Alexandria, Egypt

Affiliation: Griffin & Kryuger T-Doll Division – MENA Sector

Designation: Tactical Doll (T-Doll) – Marksman / Intel Retrieval

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Background:

Leila Nasr was built with combat-grade AI enhanced by experimental neural data from elite Egyptian intelligence operatives. Her design was inspired by Egypt's fierce warrior queens and her programming includes detailed cultural archives, making her highly valuable in archaeological recon missions. Leila volunteered for activation during the “Red Sands Incident” after rogue AI units began disturbing tomb sites across the Sahara.

Despite her serious nature, she often recites Arabic poetry during downtime, and wears a pendant said to contain real sand from the Valley of the Kings.

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Combat Role:

Long-range precision shots

Recon and sabotage

Tech decryption (specialized in pre-war Egyptian tech)

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Mission Log – Entry 047: “Echoes Beneath Giza”

> "0100 hours. Desert winds hit like blades. We approached the ruin with zero drone coverage—jammers were already active. My sensors picked up heat signatures under the tomb's surface—definitely not human. The glyphs on the wall lit up the moment I stepped inside. Someone, or something, wanted me there. HQ thinks this is just another raid. They're wrong. This place remembers me... and it's calling me home."

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Feel free to make drawings or fanart of her and hey if the official Girls Frontline see this please put her in the game lol 🇪🇬🙂‍↕️

[theuniteblogin]

Best Ways to Earn Money Online from Home

Today, many people want to earn money online from home. The internet has made it easy to work from anywhere. You need a mobile or laptop and an internet connection. Here are some of the best ways to earn money online.

1. Freelancing

Freelancing means working for different people or companies without a full-time job. You can do writing, graphic design, video editing, data entry, or web development. Websites like Fiverr, Upwork, and Freelancer help you find freelancing jobs.

2. Online Teaching

If you are good at any subject, you can teach online. Many students need help in subjects like maths, science, and English. You can teach on platforms like Vedantu, Unacademy, and Chegg.

3. Blogging

Blogging means writing about topics you like. You can start a blog on Blogger or WordPress. You can earn money from ads, sponsored posts, or affiliate marketing when people visit your blog.

4. YouTube

If you like making videos, YouTube is a good option. You can create videos on cooking, education, travel, or gaming. When your channel grows, you can earn from ads and sponsorships.

5. Affiliate Marketing

Affiliate marketing means promoting products and earning a commission. Many companies give you a unique link. If someone buys from your link, you get paid. You can promote products on your blog, YouTube, or social media.

6. Selling Products Online

You can sell products online through Amazon, Flipkart, or Meesho. You can sell handmade items, clothes, mobile accessories, or home decor items. Some people also sell digital products like e-books or courses.

7. Data Entry Jobs

Data entry is a simple online job where you type information into a computer. Many companies hire people for this work. Websites like Naukri and Indeed have data entry job listings.

8. Online Surveys and Reviews

Some companies pay for your opinion. It is a good way to earn extra income.

9. Social Media Management

Many businesses need help in managing their social media pages. You can work as a social media manager if you know how to post content and reply to messages.

10. Stock Market or Cryptocurrency

You can invest and earn money if you understand the stock market or cryptocurrency. But this needs knowledge and research. Never invest without learning correctly.

Conclusion -

There are many ways to earn money online from home. You should choose a method based on your skills and interests. Some ways give fast income, while others take time. Be careful of scams, and always work with trusted websites. With hard work and patience, you can earn a good income online.

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Against the backdrop of an administration enforcing tighter immigration policies, her uncertain residency status in the United States feels like facing death for Maria, a 54-year-old Filipino caregiver. She has attended multiple seminars conducted by a migrants’ group on what to do if confronted by law enforcement and always keeps her legal documents on hand. “They have given all the help they could to prepare you for the situation. [But] you know, it’s kind of like death—you don’t really know when it will happen, and you can’t fully prepare for it. Even if you’re aware, fear can still get the better of you,” Maria, not her real name, told the Inquirer in a phone interview.

“I’m ready,” she told herself as she went to a grocery store recently, reassuring herself with her identification card, license and marriage contract that she carried with her. But as she entered the shop, she saw what appeared to be an immigration raid.

Panicked, she immediately left the place. She locked herself in her room during the following two days that she was off from work. That had never happened to her before, she said. She called her children in the Philippines. “I told them, just in case something happens, they should be ready. I don’t know. No one knows … That’s when people start getting arrested,” she recalled.

Filipinos working in the United States, especially those who are undocumented, are gripped by fear and anxiety amid the Trump administration’s immigration crackdown. The stricter policies, an immigration lawyer warned, could even disrupt health-care delivery, which has a large immigrant labor force. According to an October 2024 report by the US Department of Health and Human Services, immigrants comprise 16 percent of the total US workforce. They make up 31 percent of home care workers, 22 percent of residential care aides, and 22 percent of nursing assistants in nursing homes, according to the document prepared by the Office of the Assistant Secretary for Planning and Evaluation. Based on data from the Department of Migrant Workers, nearly half—47.55 percent, or 921—of overseas Filipino workers deployed to the United States last year were health-care professionals.

[...]

Maria, part of the broader health-care workforce as a caregiver, is now considering leaving her current employer due to safety concerns. She first visited the United States in 2016 with plans to settle permanently with her children from her first marriage. But she had to frequently fly between the United States and the Philippines because her children’s births were not registered. Her last entry in the United States was in December 2019. She tried to return home multiple times in 2020 but was unable to due to the pandemic travel restrictions. Stranded in the United States, she met her second husband and has been working as a caregiver since then. Her second husband is a Filipino US citizen who later abandoned her. She has since filed for divorce, which is still pending, and plans to pursue a Violence Against Women Act (Vawa) case. However, she remains uncertain about her status, especially with stricter immigration policies affecting others like her in similar situations.

Currently employed by a Trump supporter, she laments the daily stress of watching news about the president and being asked for her opinion on political issues. “I have told my agency that I want to stop taking care of my patient because I get scared every time they ask me something. I feel like I’m lying to them, even though we haven’t really talked about (my status). But I have no choice because I fear for my safety,” she said.

The anxiety Maria faces, however, is not unique to undocumented immigrants or those with uncertain status because even Filipinos with legal status are experiencing similar fears.

-- From "US immigration raids keep Pinoys on edge" by Jane Bautista for the Philippine Daily Inquirer, 9 Mar 2025

[cassowary-rapture]

So the job I applied for involves rating search results, which I did not realize until I actually (finally) looked at the training materials. That's the focus of the materials and the exam I'll take once I've gotten through them

I was kind of skeptical but I did some research re: current workers' income and it actually sounds really good. Well, while it's piece work vs. hourly, apparently your pay rate is based on the minimum wage in your state, and of course SC is one of many states where it's $7.25/hour, the lowest state minimum wage in the US, so that sucks. But that's better than I expected for low-skill remote work and personally acceptable given it's work I can do from home on a flexible schedule with zero human interaction

Also they want you to work a minimum of 10 hours per week and a maximum of 20 hours, though that seems to vary by location -- there might be a higher limit or no limit here -- and it's apparently mindless enough that you can listen to/watch things while working. I've had data entry jobs like that before. It was fine and it's especially fine now that I'm spending large amounts of time listening to classical music. The 10-hour minimum also means I could easily do it on top of transcription as long as I don't slack off earlier in the week and then suddenly get a ton of transcription work

So yeah, this looks like a solid lead. Not really enthusiastic about it, but it's novel enough to be interesting, I don't mind boring work if I can simultaneously do something else with my brain, and I do really need something to do on days when I would like to transcribe but haven't gotten any work. And yeah, the pay sucks and I could make more doing food delivery, petsitting, or a traditional job, but I'm not going to because of the social anxiety, low tolerance for interacting with random people after not having to do it for ages, and constant low-level (mostly) stress from my living situation

Anyway I made it to page 36 out of ~90 of the manual today. Going to try to finish the rest by early next week and then take the exam

[ukrfeminism]

Though British farming is arguably at the most precarious point in its long history – thanks to changes caused by Brexit and food industry subsidies, lack of clear food production policies and increased concern over environmental issues – more women than ever are choosing a career in agriculture and, more importantly, moving into leadership roles.

Back in the 1970s, Holly Collins was studying for her A-levels in Sussex. While her friends sent off their university applications, she wrote to the Royal Agricultural College asking for an entry form, hoping to follow her dream of becoming a farmer.

“They wrote back with the following answer: ‘Dear Miss Collins, we do not admit women.’”

Undeterred, she worked on a farm the following summer: “A lot of the tasks then were manual labour, so I’d just turn up at the farm gate and ask for a job. I was paid much less than the male students I worked with because I was female. The farmer’s father told him that, because I was the hardest worker, he should pay me the same as them – but he didn’t.”

Things, says the 64-year-old who now has her own upland farm, Hollin Bank, at the head of Coniston Water in the Lake District, have improved a lot for women in agriculture since then.

Though British farming is arguably at the most precarious point in its long history – thanks to changes caused by Brexit and food industry subsidies, lack of clear food production policies and increased concern over environmental issues – more women than ever are choosing a career in agriculture and, more importantly, moving into leadership roles.

Minette Batters, the first ever female president of the National Farmers’ Union of England and Wales (NFU), may have stepped down this spring after six years in office, but women are still well represented in the union, with Rachel Hallos, a South Pennines farmer, installed as NFU vice-president and Abi Reader as deputy president for NFU Cymru. The Great Yorkshire Show has just got its first female show director in its 186-year history – dairy farmer Rachel Coates takes over after this year’s show in July. In the field of specialist skills, the UK has also just appointed its first female wool grader. Amy-Jo Barton, 22, is based at British Wool (formerly the British Wool Marketing Board) in Bradford where she sorts wool by hand based on style and characteristics; a job she finds “very therapeutic”.

While women comprised 17% of farmers in 2019, data from the Office for National Statistics for 2023 shows that of the 104,700 registered farmers, 22% are female. In the broader category of managers in agricultural services, women make up 32% of the workforce. According to recent figures from the Higher Education Statistics Agency, 64% of agricultural students are women. For an industry that historically relies on father-to-son succession to pass on land and which used to exclude women from many of its educational establishments, farming has come a long way.

Coates, incoming director of the Great Yorkshire Show, says: “Women have always been the backbone of a farm. Now they’re no longer in the kitchen tied to the Aga, they’re at the forefront of the industry. It’s good to see this take-up of leadership roles.”

Louisa Dines, principal lecturer in agronomy at Harper Adams University in Shropshire, thinks farming has lagged behind in terms of gender diversity but is finally catching up with other industries.

“Farmers’ wives and daughters were always important – farms are typically family businesses and intertwined with home life – but women used to operate below the radar,” she says. “Historically local meetings were in the pub or village hall. Wives often weren’t invited or had to look after the children. Even if they did go, it can be intimidating walking into a room full of men, but new communication platforms – such as social media and video conferencing – have made it easier for women to take part.”

There are more than 14,000 members of the Facebook group Ladies Who Lamb and farmers such as the Yorkshire Shepherdess and the Red Shepherdess have huge followings on TikTok and Instagram. Dines says she recently attended an agritech conference to promote links between women in farming in Poland, Ukraine and England. Previously these women had worked in isolation but not had a sense of community. “It was so interesting to see how far we’ve come.”

Traditions need to change more, though. The average age of a British farmer is 59 and the business is still typically passed down the male side of the family. A 2022 survey in Northern Ireland found that inheritance was the second biggest challenge faced by women in farming. The biggest was male dominance.

Molly Lewis, whose family have farmed sheep on 250 acres of pasture in Powys, Wales, for 350 years, says this attitude is starting to shift. The 20-year-old plans to take over when her father and his brother retire. She splits her time between working in the family business and the local agricultural market.

“In the past, sometimes men felt pressured to take on the farm even if their heart wasn’t in it, but now it goes to whoever is interested. I’ve noticed a lot more women happily getting involved. It feels natural, especially here. We have an open hill farm in the Elan Valley, and do a lot of community work with all our neighbours. You see women and girls on the hills doing the same jobs as the men and no one thinks anything of it.”

Lewis also talks of the community’s fury at the Welsh government’s sustainable farming scheme – the post-Brexit plan for funding the industry which includes ensuring 10% of farmland is under tree cover.

Collins’s farm has low densities of mixed livestock and a nice sideline in educational courses teaching traditional farming skills such as dry stone walling and coppicing. It’s currently host to two masters students researching finance and birdlife. She brought in two women – Megan Jones and Katherine Andrews – to manage Hollin Bank alongside her.

She says she has had difficulties with “a lack of respect” from male farmers. “But I am learning at a late age and from the wonderful young women who work with me that you don’t have to instil fear in others to succeed in this very male world. We try to be warm and encouraging of anyone who is interested. I’m not sure this is a ‘female’ attitude to farming but I suspect it might be.”

None of the three at Hollin Bank grew up in agricultural families, bucking the tradition of succession. While Collins had a “striking ambition” to farm her whole life, her colleagues originally worked in conservation and nature restoration.

“As 70% of the UK is farmland, I wanted to understand how conservation and agriculture intertwine,” says Andrews. “I also believe we need to localise the food economy to save food miles, create jobs and deepen our connection to the land.”

If farming is in crisis it may be this new generation who look to change the status quo who will be able to find a resolution. All of them seem keen to evolve. Coates’s big ambition for the Yorkshire Agricultural Society is to engage young people because “we need to make farming relevant – there are going to be changes in agriculture over the next few years and we need to adapt”.

Dines points to the increased importance of marketing and communication – from farm shops and crafts to environmentally friendly farming practice – “all the public-facing activities at which women excel”.

Jones, who worked in restoration before joining Hollin Bank two years ago, also points to the need for communication within the indusry as well as with the public.

“We need to strengthen food systems that value farmers’ extensive knowledge of the landscapes they work in,” she says. “I think we need to listen to farmers and figure out what works financially and ecologically. How can we build resilient ecosystems?”

The reason so many more women have moved into farming is perhaps best explained when Jones talks about what she enjoys most about her work.

“My favourite thing about working on a farm is the daily and seasonal rhythms. Each day you adapt and respond to the environment and the animals. Days when we move the sheep or cows are always good days, walking with them is like a moving meditation. For someone who spent very little time doing practical work growing up, I find working with my hands very rewarding and empowering – especially as a woman.”

[digitaldetoxworld]

Building a Computer: The Essential Components You Need to Know

 A pc gadget is made of numerous additives that work together to carry out obligations and execute applications. These additives may be extensively labeled into hardware and software, however in this article, we can attention at the critical hardware additives of a computer. Hardware refers to the physical components of a laptop that you can contact, including the valuable processing unit (CPU), reminiscence, garage devices, and input/output peripherals.

Essential computer components for assembling a custom desktop

1. Central Processing Unit (CPU)

The CPU, regularly referred to as the "mind" of the computer, is one of the maximum important components in any system. It carries out instructions from programs via acting fundamental arithmetic, logic, manipulate, and enter/output operations distinct via the instructions. The CPU is typically housed on a single chip, that is known as a microprocessor. It is composed of more than one cores, which allow it to deal with more than one responsibilities concurrently.

The CPU operates primarily based on a clock speed measured in Hertz (Hz), which defines what number of cycles it is able to carry out per second. Modern CPUs function inside the gigahertz (GHz) range, allowing them to technique billions of commands in keeping with second.

2. Motherboard

The motherboard serves as the critical platform that connects all of the laptop components. It is a large circuit board that homes the CPU, reminiscence, and various other key components. The motherboard lets in verbal exchange among all components of the computer and ensures that facts can tour correctly through the system.

It also consists of diverse growth slots, ports, and connectors for additional components, which include pix cards, community cards, storage gadgets, and peripherals. The motherboard is crucial for the general functioning of a pc and serves as the muse for different components.

3. Random Access Memory (RAM)

RAM is a form of risky reminiscence that briefly stores facts that the CPU is presently the use of or processing. When you open a software in your laptop, it receives loaded into RAM for quicker get right of entry to. The extra RAM a laptop has, the extra packages and records it can cope with simultaneously, resulting in higher average overall performance.

However, RAM is volatile, meaning that it loses all its information whilst the laptop is turned off. Therefore, it isn't always used for long-time period storage of documents or facts. Common styles of RAM consist of DDR4 and DDR5, every presenting upgrades in pace and efficiency over previous generations.

Four. Storage Devices

Storage devices are used to shop data on an extended-time period foundation. The most common forms of garage gadgets in modern-day computers are:

Hard Disk Drive (HDD): An HDD is a traditional garage tool that makes use of mechanical spinning disks to read and write records. While it offers high garage ability at a decrease cost, it's miles pretty slower as compared to more recent technology.

Solid State Drive (SSD): An SSD makes use of flash memory to keep information, supplying lots quicker examine and write speeds than an HDD. SSDs are extra reliable because they haven't any transferring parts, and that they consume much less power.

Hybrid Drives (SSHD): Hybrid drives combine the benefits of both SSDs and HDDs. These drives provide huge storage capacities even as imparting some of the speed benefits of SSD generation by way of the use of a small amount of flash memory.

Optical Drives (DVD, Blu-ray): Although less common in current computer systems, optical drives are used to study and write optical discs. These drives are normally slower and have lower storage capacities than tough drives and solid-country drives.

5. Graphics Processing Unit (GPU)

The GPU, or pictures card, is liable for rendering photos, motion pictures, and animations in a pc system. GPUs have grow to be more and more essential as computing has developed, particularly for obligations such as gaming, video editing, 3D rendering, and synthetic intelligence (AI) packages.

The GPU includes thousands of cores designed to address parallel duties, making it far more efficient than the CPU on the subject of graphic-extensive operations. High-performance GPUs are utilized in gaming computers and workstations that require heavy computational strength, which includes the ones utilized in deep getting to know.

6. Power Supply Unit (PSU)

The PSU is responsible for converting electric strength from an outlet into the ideal voltage and current required by using the laptop's inner additives. The PSU regulates the strength to make sure the laptop operates accurately without overloading any parts. The size and electricity ability of the PSU are critical factors while constructing or upgrading a pc, especially if high-performance components like a effective GPU are being used.

Power resources come with exceptional wattage rankings, and it is essential to choose one that offers enough electricity for all additives, including any destiny upgrades.

7. Cooling System

Modern pc components generate heat, in particular excessive-performance processors and pictures cards. Without an effective cooling device, the additives could overheat, leading to decreased overall performance or even harm.

Cooling structures can take the form of:

Air Cooling: The most common and best shape of cooling, in which fanatics are used to dissipate warmth away from additives which includes the CPU and GPU. These lovers are commonly connected to warmness sinks to enhance warmth dissipation.

Liquid Cooling: A more superior cooling solution that makes use of water to transfer warmness faraway from components. Liquid cooling is frequently utilized in high-performance structures wherein air cooling might not suffice.

Passive Cooling: Involves warmness sinks that passively burn up warmness thru physical contact with the thing. Passive cooling is quieter and commonly utilized in less demanding systems.

Eight. Input Devices

Input gadgets are used to have interaction with the computer and provide information. Some of the most commonplace input devices are:

Keyboard: Allows the consumer to enter textual content and instructions into the laptop.

Mouse: A pointing tool used to have interaction with the graphical consumer interface (GUI) of the computer.

Touchscreen: Found in many cutting-edge laptops, drugs, and smartphones, a touchscreen lets in customers to engage directly with the show with the aid of touching it.

Microphone, Webcam, and Others: Other input devices include microphones for voice instructions and webcams for video recording or communication.

Nine. Output Devices

Output gadgets allow the pc to speak information to the person. Common output gadgets encompass:

Monitor: The most common output device for showing the pc's graphical person interface, videos, and images.

Speakers/Headphones: Allow audio output from the laptop, useful for looking motion pictures, paying attention to tune, or taking part in voice calls.

Printers: Convert digital documents into physical form, such as paper copies.

10. Expansion Cards

An expansion card is a further aspect inserted into an expansion slot at the motherboard to feature new competencies to the computer. Common growth playing cards encompass:

Sound Card: Enhances the audio abilities of a computer.

Network Interface Card (NIC): Allows a pc to connect with a community, including Ethernet or Wi-Fi.

TV Tuner Card: Enables a laptop to receive tv signals and display them at the display.

11. Networking Components

In a related world, networking components are important for ensuring that a computer can speak with different gadgets. These components consist of:

Network Interface Cards (NIC): Allows a pc to connect with a stressed (Ethernet) or wireless (Wi-Fi) community.

Routers/Switches: Devices that control visitors among computer systems and devices in a community, making sure records is routed to an appropriate destinations.

Modems: Devices that join a computer or network to the net, normally via broadband services like cable or DSL.

[mortallyautomaticdelusion]

The Future of Tax Accounting: Trends to Watch in 2024

Introduction

Tax accounting is a continually evolving field that reflects changes in legislation, technology, and social expectations. As we approach 2024, businesses and individuals alike are Accountant eager to understand what trends will shape the future of tax accounting. From the rise of digitalization to increasing regulatory complexities, the landscape is changing at an unprecedented pace.

In this extensive article, we will delve into The Future of Tax Accounting: Trends to Watch in 2024 and explore various aspects that will influence CPA accounting practices, small business accounting, and corporate advisory consulting. We’ll also focus on how local accounting firms can adapt to these changes, particularly within regions like Mississauga and Aurora.

The Evolution of Tax Accounting The Historical Perspective

Tax accounting has its roots in ancient civilizations where records were kept for trade transactions and taxation purposes. Fast forward to today, the field has grown complex due to globalization, technological advancements, and ever-changing regulations.

Key Milestones in Tax Accounting History Ancient Civilizations: Early forms of taxation were recorded in Mesopotamia. Middle Ages: Introduction of more structured tax systems across Europe. Industrial Revolution: Shift towards corporate taxes as businesses expanded globally. Digital Age: Emergence of software solutions tailored for tax preparation. Influence of Technology

Technology has revolutionized every industry, including tax accounting. Cloud computing, AI, and data analytics are just a few examples that are reshaping how accountants work.

Key Technologies Impacting Tax Accounting Cloud Computing: Facilitates real-time data access and collaborative workflows. Artificial Intelligence: Automates mundane tasks such as data entry and analysis. Data Analytics: Provides insightful reporting for better decision-making. The Future of Tax Accounting: Trends to Watch in 2024 Increasing Complexity in Regulations

As governments around the world strive for transparency and fairness in taxation, regulations are becoming increasingly complex. Understanding these nuances is vital for both CPAs and local accounting firms.

Strategies for Navigating Regulatory Changes Continuous education on compliance updates. Leveraging technology to keep track of changes. Consulting with specialized tax professionals regularly. Rise of Remote Work Solutions

The pandemic accelerated the adoption of remote work solutions, impacting how tax accountants operate. Home office accounting is now more relevant than ever as clients seek flexible options.

Benefits of Remote Work Solutions Increased efficiency through digital tools. Greater work-life balance for employees. Expanded client base beyond geographical limitations. Small Business Accounting Trends Importance of Small Business Accounting

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