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daisychain-productions · 4 months ago

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Mango Mice

I've always had a hard time finding where I fit in relationships.

(content warning: mentions of drug use, sexual abuse, religious trauma)

My mother was months away from her 19th birthday when I was born, and since I can remember she's always told me that she never wanted children. She wanted to travel the world and explore her place in it. Her husband wanted 5 children, and the joke was always "we compromised and had 4". So they did, and from the moment my first sister was born I was never an individual again, I was part of a unit. As my mother had the rest of her children I was expected to put their needs before even my own. I had to be an example, and a guiding hand for the little nuggets in my life, and I learned to teach and protect them with a ferocity that I hold to this day.

Growing up in the church did not help. I learned very quickly that even the needs of a complete stranger were expected to be prioritized above mine. I was lead to believe that my value in this world came only from my relationship with God. The church also created a lot of shame surrounding sexuality as a young woman, shame around curiosity, shame around pleasure, attraction and desire. The man identified as my father devoted every waking hour of my adolescence to making sure that I remained pure and virtuous.

Growing up with unbridled access to the internet was the only real resource I had to learn and explore what it meant to experience any sort of sexuality. It was not safe, I made choices that had ramifications that I didn't understand as a young teen, and due to the lack of education I had to learn the hard way how to make myself safe. During this process I watched my mother be "a good Christian wife" and put her husband second only to god. I learned to hide what sexuality I did experience in fear of the judgment of god, my parents, the church and my own peers.

Being a girl was hard, especially coming from such a sheltered environment, so I found comfort on this very website, where I learned about k*nk, queer identity, sexual expression and non-monogamy. In my real life I was awkward, boys didn't acknowledge me, and when they did my parents would retaliate in the tune of "they just want to use you for their own ungodly desires". I felt undesirable, unpretty, ashamed and confused by my own feelings of desire as I dove deeper into my own experience of sex and sexuality. I developed crushes and spent time watching other girls get attention I longed for while I floated along completely vulnerable due to my naivety.

I was so excited when I finally started dating my first boyfriend. I had read so many books with such lovely relationships that I idealized, and I knew I wanted somebody to love me the way they did in my stories. He didn't, and by the end of summer break we had broken up. I was devastated, I wanted so badly to be loved and cherished by someone and I did not understand what I had done "wrong" for him to leave me. So I worked harder. With each partner I had I loved more ferociously, giving more and more of myself each time, putting them before myself and praying that they loved me enough to stay.

When I finally came to terms with my sexuality as a bisexual person I started exploring more fervently. I hid my first queer relationship from my parents in fear that they would hurt me for being who I am. They did. When they found out about my partner they asked me to make a choice, either leave them or face consequences. At this point in my life I had come to the conclusion that I would no longer be compromising who I am or what I believe for anybody, and so I left my family home in the middle of the night at the ripe old age of 17. It was devastating. I felt I was abandoning my baby sisters, and it felt selfish.

It was difficult to not understand queer relationships and be in one while I was going through such a complex part of my life with only my friends and the internet to guide me. I learned very soon that queer relationships can be just as unsafe as hetero ones, with substance use, manipulation and sexual abuse. Because I had never been taught about any of those things and how to navigate them safely I did not even understand what was happening until very much after the relationship, when I was hurt by a very dear friend who did something unspeakable to me.

Although my naivety did put me in harms way in that relationship, this person also introduced me to a part of myself that I have since come to accept, love and protect. They were the first person in my actual real life to encourage me to explore the things about myself that I had learned to be ashamed of through my family and the church. We explored k*nk dynamic, my sexual identity, and my gender expression along side the concept of non-monogamy. Do not be mislead, the context of the situation was decidedly unhealthy. However I will never be ungrateful for the space I was given to learn about myself and what I believe about relationships.

Non-monogamy became an integral part of who I am and what I believe about relationships. I came to believe that it was incredibly unjust to expect any one person to be everything you need, and that it is completely natural to respect the individual context of each relationship and its natural progression. I unlearned the ideals taught to me through my family and the church and taught myself to see the people I had relationships with as whole and complete individuals outside my relationships with them. This taught me in turn to perceive myself as a whole and complete individual outside of my relationships with others.

I came to accept the parts of myself that made me feel ashamed though the context of how I now perceive relationships. I learned about who I am on a fundamental level and how to protect and advocate for that person in a way that no longer felt selfish. I taught myself to love who I am and protect it with the same ferocity that I loved others. This did not make relationships easier for me. I spent a lot of time trying to find people who would love me in the way I had come to believe I deserved. Unfortunately not everyone I love had the same perspectives of love and relationships that I have come to believe in.

I felt lonely and discouraged for a very long time, and some of the behaviors that I had learned in my early life were harder to kick than others. I continued to give love with reckless abandon to the people I had in my life and more than once I found myself losing who I am to these relationships in fear of losing the ones I love. Pouring from an empty cup proved itself to be unsustainable, but now that I knew who I was and what wanted and needed from my relationships I could advocate for myself in an authentic way.

When I started seeing my now husband my ex-fiancé and I were still pursuing a romantic relationship. I felt that I had finally found another person that saw who I was and not only accepted it, but loved me for it. It was incredibly fulfilling to experience authentic connection without fear of judgment. It was beautiful and every day I love him more and more. Unfortunately while this relationship grew, my now ex-fiancé and I learned that we could not give each other the future we wanted together, and we decided that with much love it was time our relationship evolved once again. We are still very important and loved in each others lives, however we are no longer romantically involved in each others lives.

As my now husband and I grew in our relationship together we decided to get married. I had always had an incredible apprehension to the concept of marriage as I had witnessed what it had done to my mother and other women in my life, and I was not sure how my perspective on love and relationships would translate. However I have always wanted to be a mother, and through my own self actualization I had decided that the man I wanted to be the father of my children would be my husband. So we had a small intimate ceremony in the park where we had had our first kiss 8 years prior. I am not ashamed to admit that I had unfortunately fallen back into the habits that had jeopardized my sense of self in so many of my relationships before.

My husband was not well, physically or mentally. I took on an intense caregiver role in his life that made me feel unseen and I lost myself to that. I have always fallen into this role so naturally that I did not realize until it was putting our relationship in jeopardy. When I made an effort to advocate for myself in regards to my own desires and needs in the relationship things began to unravel. We both realized that our expectations after marriage had not been communicated clearly, as I had been lead to believe that the way I interact with my exterior relationships would be honored, and he had been lead to believe that I would no longer be engaging with the lifestyle that i had built myself.

Unfortunately we have had to take some time apart to heal and learn so that this can build a fulfilling life together. It was difficult to have to put what we need before what we want, as he is now in another province seeking the help he needs with people who have the resources to help him get to a place of wellness and self actualization. Its not easy to have him so far from me, but our relationship had been devolving into fight after fight about his mental health and my lifestyle to the point where I was beginning to feel unsafe in a way I hadn't since i was a child being restricted by the man identified as my father. Its only been a week, but after sleeping with the man I love next to me every day for a year I have been struggling.

Thankfully due to my own journey of self discovery I have the opportunity to reconnect with who I am and what I believe in. This blog is a part of that journey back to myself, as a vessel for my art, my thoughts and feelings. I have people with me who know me, and see me and are willing to support me in this journey back to myself and eventually, hopefully, back to my relationship with my husband. Naturally it will not be easy, as we both have growth to pursue to be the people we want to be for each other. However with faith, trust, honesty and support I believe that we can come back together and become the family we deserve to be for each other.

I hope to write more pieces like this in the future as I introspect on my thoughts, beliefs, struggles, and the journey to becoming the version of myself that I want to see in this world. I hope that this journey inspires you to be an unapologetic version of yourself for the people you love and that love you.

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chesterfieldblossom · 3 months ago

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BLUE JEANS Logan Howlett x Reader (5.8K words)

SUMMARY | YES THE STORM PLOT AGAIN, I can't help it, it's my favorite. The usual cliché, your car broke and you’re stuck in a storm in the middle of nowhere, but a little cabin nearby catches your eyes. NOTES | Okay, I tried something different here. I wanted to make my writing a little simple and funny, so this is actually a test. I listened to Jesse Rutherford's cover of Blue Jeans to write this. (special thanks to @matchavellichor from showing me this) WARNINGS/TAGS | lumberjack logan, mutual masturb!, oral sex (man receiving), f!reader, praise k!nk, breast play, multiple rounds, overstimulated, unprotected s3x RATING | + 18

Your day was a completely shit. You just lost your job because your boss wanted to take you out and you said no. With your mind twisting and your heart bumping, you took your car and started to drive without even knowing where you were going.

Well, you car was kinda cute, a Toyota Corolla from 1998. That thing was old, but it was working — and hey, you could actually pay for it. So now you was there, in the middle of the nowhere, driving like a cute tourist seeing the nature. Your radio was playing some soft music on the background, making white noise to your thoughts. Suddenly, your engine started to choke after one hour and half driving.

”No, no, no, no.” You mumbled to yourself, gripping the wheel in despair. “Come on’ girl.”

The poor car started puffing out black smoke that curled up into the air. The car’s speed slowed to a almost nothing, and the gas pedal seemed useless. But you managed to direct the steering wheel so that the car ended up on the shoulder of the road, avoiding accidents. The dashboard lights flickered, and the fuel gauge needle jumped around. The car gave a final, hard shudder before it stopped completely. With that, you took a deep breath before screaming:

”Fuck!” And rested your forehead on the wheel, bumping your head against it. “God, I don't know which someone's mother I must have spat on, but for the love of God, forgive me.” You whimpered, not believing your lack of luck.

After some rough cursing and some defeated tears you took your phone from your purse, trying to call a tow truck for your car. But not so surprisingly, your phone was out of signal. With that, you jumped off the car and started to reach your arm to the sky, hoping you could do that call. As you took a look on the sky, you felt fat drops of water hitting you, the pounding multiplying every second.

”Fuckin’ hell.” You said as you felt your clothes and hair already dripping wet. And nice, it was starting to get dark. You gulped some tears and entered on the car again, seeking shelter. You stayed inside for one hour, desperately trying to magically make your car work, or get a little signal to be able to make the call. The two alternative didn't worked. Lucky you.

As your tired eyes darted to the dark landscape, you spotted a little cabin with yellow lights. Probably the old lady that lives there would borrow her phone or gave to you a shelter to wait for the storm. You smiled at yourself before grabbing you stuff and run in direction of the small hill, up the road. You stood on the porch, catching your breath as your ears picked up some country music coming from inside. With a little breath you knocked softly, your clothes dripping on your feet. The door opened, and it was not the lovely grandma that you were expecting. Instead, it was a man. He wore boot cut jeans, with a beige cotton shirt rolled up at his cuffs. He had a hard expression, his dark eyebrows drawn together in hatred. His dark hair was styled in the shape of a beast. The man didn’t say a word. He was waiting for you to speak as he smokes a cig, looking down to you.

”Hum,” You gulped, feeling stupid for the way that he was staring you. “My car broke— and it’s raining like hell. I’m out of signal too, maybe I can use your phone?”

He took a long drag before speaking up.

“Get inside before you freeze out there.” His voice was rough, the Canadian scent made your heart bump a bit. And that man was so fucking fine that you didn't bother entering on a totally stranger’s house.

“Really?” You sniffed softly, feeling a happy puppy with a new home.

The man shrugged as he spoke. “Ain't gonna let you stay out in the rain 'til ya freeze to death." He gestures towards the fireplace, a roaring fire flickering in the small cabin. "You can dry up by the fire, it's warm in here."

"Oh God, you're a truly bless." You squeeze your hair to remove the water of it before you head inside, stepping carefully to not make his cabin wet.

He watches you as you enter, still sizing you up with a calculating gaze. He clears his throat and averts his eyes, trying to ignore the sudden heat flooding through his veins as he looked at you.

"Sit by the fireplace," He grumbles, "And try not to get my floor as soaked as you are." He headed to the living room, letting a trail of smoke behind him.

“Don’t worry.” Your eyes flickered to the cabin. Your eyes spotted at a Scotch bottle in the coffee table, half full.

Logan stands for a moment, watching you, his eyes wandering over you. Despite his best efforts, he can't help but notice the way the light from the fire plays across your face, making your eyes sparkle and your skin glow.

He clears his throat again, trying to push aside the thoughts that were slowly creeping into his mind. "How long you been outside in this storm, anyways?"

"One hour, I was trying to call a tow truck, but my phone is out of signal." Your voice was shaking a bit. Was it the cold or was it your nerves?

"Well, the storm is blocking the signal, so no tow truck for you.”

Logan frowns, noticing your trembling. He's a bit taken aback by how your body shakes, and for a moment, he feels a strange pang of protectiveness. He shakes his head, dismissing it as a moment of weakness.

"You must be damn cold." He comments, moving to grab a thick woolen blanket from a chair nearby. He approaches and holds it out to you.

"No, I'm all wet." You say as you dismiss his blanket. You were already bothering him by being there, you couldn't ruin his blanket too. "I can't use this.”

His brow furrows, and he looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

"You're going freeze to death without it." he points out gruffly, "And being wet ain't gonna do you any damn good either. Take the blanket, you're shivering like a leaf." In some point he dragged one last time his cig, before sinking in his ashtray. You took the blanket, thanking him.

"Thank you— " You stop as you look at him. "What's your name?" You wondered while you wrapped yourself inside the fluffy blanket. The smell of it it was delicious— Pine, soap, sunset and musk.

He watches you as you wrap the blanket around yourself, his eyes scanning over your body again. He catches himself staring and quickly looks away, embarrassed.

"Name's Logan." He mutters gruffly, studying you, his gaze lingering on your face. His eyes where so sharp, just like a blade. "How old are you, darlin'? Can't be more than what, twenty-two? Twenty-three?"

"I'm twenty two, legally an adult." You joke softly, looking to the fire.

Logan huffs a soft laugh, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Twenty-two, huh? Just a baby compared to me." And that little phrase snapped something inside you. You could tell that he was older than you, you could feel your thighs squirming against each other under the fabric by the thought.

He crosses his arms, his eyes still on you. "And what brings someone your age out in the middle of a rainstorm like this, all alone?"

"I just lost my job." You bite your lip in shame. "So I took my car and started to drive nonstop.” Now that you were speaking that loudly, made you feel really stupid.

Logan listens quietly as you explain your situation, his expression neutral despite the pang of sympathy he feels. He can sense your shame and sadness, and it stirs something within him.

"I see.” He glances at you with curiosity. "No family or friends to turn to then, hm?"

"My parents live in another country, and my friends— I don't want to bother them." You paused, frowning your brows a bit. "But here I am, bothering a totally strange.”

Logan scoffs at that. "Bothering me, huh?"

He takes a few steps closer, the firelight casting shadows across his rugged face. He studies you for a long moment before finally speaking again.

"Ain't a bother to have you here." He grumbles, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You needed shelter, and I got a place to offer."

"And I appreciate that." You say as you hold the blanket firmly, your body shivering by the cold of your wet form. His gaze flicks over you, noticing your trembling. Logan’s shoulders stiffen, and he takes a step closer.

"You still cold, ain't you?" He grunts, his voice gruff. "C'mere." The way he said it. God, made things to you.

"What?" You asked again, wondering if you were dreaming. In fact, you couldn't wait to nuzzle against him. He looked so warm, smell so good.

Logan closes the distance between you in a few easy strides, his scent— a mix of cigar smoke and whiskey— filling your nostrils.

He looks down at you, his gaze intense. "C'mere." He repeats, his tone gruff but gentle. "Need to get you warmer." God bless the Canada.

"I-" You gagged like a teenager. "You're sure? I mean- you don't have to.”

Logan shakes his head, his gaze unwavering. "Ain't about having to. You're still shivering like a leaf, and ain't no good in leaving you that way."

He reaches out a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle as he motions for you to move closer. "C'mon," he murmurs, "Let me help you warm up." Yes, yes, yes, yes. Your mind scream at him.

You grab his hand to get up from the floor, his skin so fucking hot— as expected. As you look at him, your lips parted a bit.

Logan's breath hitches as your ice-cold fingers touch his skin. He instinctively closes his fingers around yours, his grip firm and reassuring. He wanted to take you in his lap.

He looks down at you, his gaze intent. "Damn, girl, you're like ice." He mutters, his voice gruff. "We gotta get you warm, and fast." You followed him to the sofa, him guiding you as you two seat beside each other. He can feel you trembling, and his instincts kick in.

He grabs the edge of the blanket you're wrapped in and tugs, gently pulling you closer to him. "C'mere." He says gruffly, "You're sitting too damn far."

You shifted on your seat closer to him, you could hear your teeth chattering.

Logan wraps his arm around you, pulling you firmly against him. He can feel your body shaking, and a mixture of protectiveness and something deeper stirs within him.

He holds you close, his warmth seeping into your freezing skin. "Damn, you're like a little icicle." He grumbles, his voice gruff but tender.

"Sorry." You said in a sniff, your trembling stopping a bit.

Logan grunts softly, his arm tightening around you. "Don't apologize." he growls, his voice low and gruff. "Just trying to help get yourself warmed up, is all."

He can feel the tension in your body slowly seeping out as you lean against him. He absentmindedly runs his fingers up and down your arm, trying to generate more heat. His hand was so big and warm, covering your arm as if it was nothing. The things you wanted to do to him, to say to him— God, made your mind twist.

Logan feels your damp clothes against his skin, and a frown crosses his face. "Damn" he mutters gruffly. "You know you can't stay in these clothes. They're still soaked."

He glances down at you with a mixture of concern and something else in his gaze. "Gotta get you out of these wet things and into something dry."

"No need to worry." You mumble against his shoulder, eyes closed.

His nostrils flare as your scent fills his senses, mixed with the scent of your soggy clothing. He's keenly aware of your body pressed against his, the feel of your damp hair against his shoulder.

He grumbles, his voice gruff. "Just don't want you catching a damn cold."

"You sure?"

Logan looks down at you as you tilt your chin up, the firelight dancing in your eyes. He can see the exhaustion and vulnerability written all over your face.

He takes a moment to respond, his gaze serious. "Yeah." He mutters. "I'm damn sure. Can't have you getting sick on me."

Logan senses your anticipation, noticing the blush on your cheeks. He lets out a gruff sigh and stands up, his body moving effortlessly.

"Stay right there." His eyes locked on yours. "I'll get you something to change into."

He walks towards a small room and disappears inside, leaving you alone with the crackling fire.

You rubbed your head, embarrassed as you sink your body on the sofa. This situation was completely unreal.

Logan rummages through the small room, searching for something suitable for you to wear. He grabs an old T-shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and a dry towel.

He returns to the main room, finding you sitting on the sofa, looking a little lost. His gaze lands on you, and he approaches.

"Here you go." He mutters gruffly, holding out the items. "It ain't much, but they'll be dry and warm."

"Thank you."

After he hands the clothes to you, you head inside the bathroom and close the door behind you. You quickly change into his clothes, but your underwear is soaked, so you put them aside with your clothes.

Logan glance to you as he hears the bathroom door open, and you reemerge wearing the clothes. His eyes rake over your figure, taking in every detail, especially the absence of undergarments. It's clearly visible that you’re not wearing a bra, which make your nipples go hard.

The way his gaze lock into yours, his eyes immediately drawn to the lack of a bra under his over sized shirt. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly feeling drier than usual. His eyes flick up to your face, noticing the slight discomfort in your expression. He clears his throat gruffly, trying to keep his thoughts in check.

The silence is a bit awkward as you take a seat on the sofa again, staring the fireplace. The lack of conversation is thick and heavy, with the only sound being the crackling fire. Logan sits next to you, his body tense and his eyes fixated on the flickering flames.

He steals glances at you, his gaze lingering on the way his shirt hangs on your frame, the curves of your body accentuated by the absence of undergarments. The sight stirs something primal in him, but he tries his best to rein it in. His instincts was telling him to fuck you against the sofa right now.

"So-" You tried to start a small chat. "You drink whiskey? That stuff is strong.”

Logan follows your gaze to the bottle of scotch on the table. He gives a gruff chuckle, his eyes lingering on the amber liquid momentarily.

"Yeah, I drink whiskey," he replies as he stretches on the sofa. "When you've been around as long as I have, you develop a taste for stronger stuff. But I can handle my booze." He gives you a sly grin, his eyes lighting up in a rare moment of playfulness. You laugh a bit, looking to the bottle. You wondered how good that mouth would taste— a mix of whiskey and cigarettes.

Logan watches as you tighten the blanket around you, his gaze lingering on your slender form. He can't help but notice how small and fragile you look, wrapped up in the blanket.

A protective instinct flares within him, and he clears his throat gruffly. "You still cold?" He asks, his voice gruff but laced with a hint of concern.

"I'm fine now." You mumbled as your eyes fall into his lap for a second. Your throat feels dry. "How old are you anyways?”

He raises an eyebrow at your question, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He's not used to people asking about his age.

"Older than I look, bub." A hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm well over a hundred years old, but I ain't telling you my exact age."

"You're a mutant." The surprise on your voice was undeniable.

Logan nods, his expression wry. "Yeah, I'm a mutant. Got me a long life and healing factor as part of the package."

He studies you intently, waiting to see your reaction to this revelation. Being a mutant isn't always well-received, so he's bracing for any negative response. After some thick silence you responded:

"Seems nice, being a mutant."

He cocks an eyebrow at your comment, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He wasn't expecting such a positive response.

"Nice ain't the word I'd use to describe it." His eyes glance around. "It's got its perks, but it ain't all sunshine and rainbows. Being a mutant can be damn lonely and dangerous."

"Oh." Your eyes wandered to the fire again. "Must be hard, them.”

Logan lets out a gruff grunt in agreement. "Yeah, it's hard. People always treat you different when they find out you're a mutant. Can't go much of places without getting dirty looks or worse."

He looks down at his hands, his expression momentarily sober. "So I tend to keep to myself. Ain't too fond of others."

"But you look human." Your eyes tried to find something supernatural in him, but apparently it wasn't there.

"Looks can be deceiving.” He mutters. "I may look human, but I ain't. Got these adamantium claws that come out of my knuckles, that's pretty mutant, I'd say."

He motions to his hands, his expression serious.

"You got claws?" You feel your heart bumping.

Logan flexes his fingers, his adamantium claws sliding out from his knuckles with a menacing snikt sound. They're long and razor-sharp, glittering in the firelight.

He grins at your reaction, a mix of humor and a hint of menace in his eyes. "Yeah. I got claws. Ain't just for show, neither."

The way you lips parted looking at his claws, well, was almost needy. He notices the way your lips part, your eyes fixed on his claws. He can't help but feel a pang of pride at your reaction, followed by a subtle sense of possessiveness.

"You like them?" He asks gruffly, his voice gravelly and tinged with a hint of smugness.

"I do."

Logan grins at your response, his gruff voice dropping an octave. There's something primal in the way you're looking at his claws, and it ignites a spark deep within him.

"Yeah?" He mutters gruffly, his eyes meeting yours. "You like the way they look, do you?'

You chuckled, avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah, they are cool." Your thighs pressed against each other. They were more than cool, you were aching to feel them against your skin.

Logan's eyes rake over you as you look away, his gaze lingering on the curve of your neck. He can feel the primal protective instinct growing stronger within him, stoked by your genuine reaction to his claws.

"Cool, huh?" he mutters gruffly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Most folks would be scared shitless, not calling 'em cool."

You chuckled at his response.

He lets out a gruff huff of a laugh, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He can't deny the way he likes your response. It's refreshing to find someone who doesn't immediately recoil in terror at the sight of his claws. You glance at him, your eyes taking his muscles under the flannel, at the thick thighs on his lap.

Logan notices your gaze traveling across his body, lingering on his muscles and thighs. He can sense the subtle change in your demeanor, the way your eyes take him in with admiration and perhaps even desire. He can smell something different in the air.

He shifts in his seat, clearing his throat gruffly as he pretends not to notice your obvious state. But the truth is, it's affecting him more than he'd care to admit. You bite your lip, glancing away.

Logan's eyes are drawn to the way you bite your lip, and a jolt of desire courses through him. It's been a long time since he's had the company of a woman, and your presence is stirring up emotions he thought he had locked away.

He clears his throat gruffly, trying to push down the intense attraction he feels towards you. "You should get some rest." He mutters gruffly, his voice a little huskier than usual. He shifted his hips on the sofa, lifting them a bit.

"I don't feel tired." Not at all. You were craving him at this point.

Logan's gaze locks onto your parted lips, his mind wandering to all sorts of sinful places. The firelight casts shadows across your face, making your features look even more striking.

He tries to focus on the flames, but his eyes keep darting back to your mouth. He can feel the tension building between you, the electric chemistry in the air. Logan's gaze remains fixated on your mouth, his eyes dark with desire. He can hear the subtle change in your breath, the quickening of your heartbeat. He leans a little closer, his voice dropping to a gruff whisper.

"You should really get some rest.” He repeats, his voice laced with a hint of warning. "Before I do something stupid." His eyes were deadly serious.

"Do what?" Your voice failed. Of course you knew what that stupid thing was. You wanted to tease him.

"You know damn well what.” His eyes dart away for a second. "I'm trying to be a gentleman here, but you're making it damn hard for me."

“You don’t need to be a gentleman.” You just blurt out, sounding so needy that made your cheeks burn.

With a grunt, he pulls you closer, handing you hair to kiss you. His mouth tastes like sour whiskey, so fucking good, like an aphrodisiac. You let yourself dive into the kiss, letting him do whatever he wants— bites, lip sucking, tongue, more bites— he was driving you crazy at this point. His hands started to explore you slowly, his thumb pressing your hip bone. Your hands were so desperately to feel his bulge, you wanted to suck every inch of that cock. After some touching inside his trousers you found yourself craving that man. He moaned so deliciously on your ear, nibbling your jaw you embraced his huge cock. His hands slide between your thighs too, petting your core with his thick fingers. Your moans filled the room, but your mind was still misted by the feeling of wanting to suck him. With that, you slide away from him, getting on your knees on the ground. His pupils dilate as he look at you, in your knees in front of him. He grumbles something under his breath as he spread his legs for you, his hips lifted by the movement.

“Crawl closer.” He says, his eyes darting down to you. You crawled to him like he says, feeling your stomach flutter. You stop between his legs, putting your hands on his thighs, caressing it. His hand reach your chin, lifting softly. “I wonder what that little pretty mouth of yours can do.”

You wined softly, looking down to his bulge. You licked your lips before squeezing one of his thighs. Your fingers started to work and undo his cowboy belt. It was quite charming the way he kept comfortably sat on the sofa, watching you work. He grabs a cig from the arm of the sofa as you unzip his jeans, just lifting his hips to help you pull down a bit. He takes a puff as his arm hang on the back of the couch, with a small smirk tugging in his lips.

“You are loving this, aren’t you?” You say as you free his cock, the tip glittering to you.

“You have no idea.” He mumbles, taking another drag. His hand lazily reach your hair, tangling around his fingers as you spit on his cock to slide your hand. He groans, closing his eyes with the cig pending on his mouth. You can’t look away. This was a fucking sight. Your tongue licked the tip like a lollipop, feeling him shivering. Your free hand caress his thigh, as your mouth took his length. He bulges his hip up, your hand working on the base of his cock, slipping with your mouth. It was a hard work, and he knew that.

“You’re doing this so fucking well.” He praises, moaning as the cig rest on his free hand. “Taking all of it with that pretty little mouth.” You moan softly against his cock, your tongue savoring the extension. You could feel the veins under his skin, bumping softly. You sucked him like it was the end of the days, your fingers curling up on his jeans as your another hand was pulling up and down around him.

“Oh�� Fuck. That’s it, keep going.” He says as he grip your hair, pulling you down. You gagged on his cock, but he knew that just made you feel more horny —since he could smell your arousal—squirming as you look at him with puppy eyes. “You like this, huh? Taking my cock on your mouth, making you choke because you can't handle it when I do this—” He says as he pull your head lower, making you gag again, your hand squeeze his thighs. You roll your eyes in please as he breath hitches, moaning as his hands grip your hair. “Fuck, don’t stop.” You start to go quicker, your mouth sucking it hard as he contorted under you. He took another drag of his cig before putting inside of the ashtray, bulging his hip against your face. “Oh baby, yeah, just like that.” He moans as he keep guiding your head as he look down to you. He looks like a mess of grunts and cursing. You tongue slide around him as you suck it, taking it very well. “Fuck— can I—” He leans his head back, biting his lip. As a answer you keep going, your hand twisting around his cock as you suck him. In the same second he spit all of it inside your mouth as you hear the family sound of “snikt” of his claws emerging of his skin. The liquid was hot, salty and milky. You moan as you gulp everything, feeling your throat numb. You eyes spot the claws as his eyes flutter, caressing your head. You gently pull away as the claws emerge inside again. That made your mind twist, you wanted to make them emerge again— make him loose control.

With that, he made you get up from the floor and lay on the sofa as he kiss you, lifting your shirt. He wanted to suck your breasts since you walked off the bathroom without bra. One of his hands rough cup them, as his mouth take care of the others. Lazy circles with his tongue, nibbling, sucking. Your moans filled the room as you arch your back, one of his hands pulling your hips down.

“I’m gonna take care of this later, now I want this—” He said as his mouth took your others breast, starving. You just whimpered in answer, caressing his hair. His tongue twist around your nipples, his hand squeezing your inner thigh. At some point, his fingers found your clit under your pants, making you squirm and moan. The kisses being given was messy, so wet and urgent. The way his mouth took your breasts, his hands being so helpful on your middle. You sighed, getting so fucking inpatient.

Logan studied your face closely, his eyes scanning your features. He could see the mixture of emotions swirling in your gaze, how you wanted to be fucked by him.

He leaned in slightly, his voice a low whisper, "You're thinking that I'm taking too long. That I'm not making a move. Maybe you're even questioning why I'm not just giving in and taking you right now."

You breath hitched as you look at him, he grins lazily before taking your mouth hungrily. You were so inpatient that you started to remove his shirt by yourself, just stopping the kisses to get rid of it. There's clothes all around his living room, a shirt on his TV, a trouser behind the sofa, boxer on his coffee table. A beautiful mess that you made with him. Your bodies press against each other, without any clothes. He praises you as he slide himself between your legs, making you moan. The way his length fills you perfectly makes your mind goes numb. His hand grabs your tight as he burrow himself deeply on you, saying how fucking wet you are and how he slide so easily. You two are a mess of moans and cursing, something between desperate “Fuck!” and “Just like that.” These were apparently your favorite ones. You could feel you loosing your mind as you feel your body falling apart on him, the burning feeling on your belly, the tremble of your knees— so perfect. He don't ask anything before rudely turn you on your back as he fucks from behind, making you choke with his biceps, wrapped around your neck as his hips slam on your ass. Somehow, your felt embraced by him, enjoying having his body over yours.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So damn wet for me.” He whispered roughly on your ear as he go deeply. You just moan, feeling your legs shaking from his fierce.

He took you in all the damn positions, but you got overstimulated when he putted you on his lap, guiding your hips as he rest his back on the sofa, sited. He watches you struggling with his length as he rest one of the hands on your thighs, watching you taking him between your walls. Your body is tired after so many performances, so the rolling of your hips are slow. After watching you struggle for ten minutes he growls, helping you, making you hold in him as he guides you, slamming his hips. You two are exhausted but extremely addicted on each other. His claws emerged all night, making some damage on the cozy cabin. The sofa has nine sharp holes now, thank to him. You didn't actually saw when he brought you to his room, you just could feel his arms wrapped around your body. The sheets tangle between your legs and curves, it's a damn sight for him. He woke up in the middle of the night and stared you down for ten minutes, memorizing this sight before humbling and going sleep again.

You woke up feeling groggy, tapping the bed as you toss, taking a moment to realize where are you and what you did.

“Oh.” The sheets were tangled around your naked body, and as you tried to recall the previous night’s events, you could hear faint sounds from the kitchen. With a deep breath, you forced yourself to sit up and looked around the room, your cheeks flushing as you caught a whiff of his lingering scent on your skin. Quickly, you wrapped yourself in the sheets, your clothes nowhere in sight.

As you enter on the kitchen you see him preparing coffee with a cigarette on his mouth, his chest is bare and he is wearing a pair of sweatpants. He knew you were there, by your smell.

“Mornin’.” He glances at you above his shoulder.

“Hey.” You felt a bit awkward with the sheets around you.

“Grab a shirt on my dresser.” He says as he return his attention from coffee. You nod quickly as you do what he says, putting a white t-shirt on you. You walk towards the kitchen again, approaching him. He smirks to himself as he turns to you.

“Mornin’.” He repeats with a lazy smirk as he put his hands on your waist. You chuckle as you rest your arms around his neck. “Mornin’.” He push you close to a embrace, burring his nose on the crock of your neck.

“We can grab a shower after I take a look at your car.” He kisses your neck, feeling his stubble against your skin. The kiss was warm.

“Such a gentleman.” You roll your eyes, burring your nose on his broad shoulders.

With that, he finish the breakfast holding you close, taking some bites on your shoulder on the process. Your skin was a bit sore from the last activities —and you discovered a little scratch that you admired for ten minutes. You secretly loved. You two sit at the porch, talking about the last night with chuckles and nudges. He made a simple breakfast, but was pretty good. After that, you watched him work with bare chest at your car for one hour as he listens Guns n’ Roses, smoking a Cuban cigarette. It was definitely a view. He glanced at your legs about five times, smirking to himself. Everything felt very unreal, how two strangers could stick together so well?

”Your car’s is ready, bub.” He says as he leans between your legs, giving a light kiss on your lips.

”Thank you, bub.” You smirked, embracing your arms around his neck. He grinned and took you on his arms, inside and straight to the shower.

The shower was a bit—intense. Started very well, he washed your back, your hair, and it was clear he was not used doing that things, but he was trying to please you. But the things started to trail of the road when he started to wash your inner thighs, pressing you against him. The shower took at least one hour, and you were not proud of wasting water, but God— he was so good at his hands. Your hands stained the glass of his shower when he took you from behind, pressing your cheek on the cold glass. You knew it was his way to saying goodbye for you, since your car was fixed and the storm was gone.

”I’ll be seeing you around, right?” He ask as he lean on the window of your car, resting his forearms.

”It’s not impossible.” You shrugged, trying to play it cool. Of course you wanted to see him again.

”My number’s in the glove compartment." He pulled away from the window, patting the car's bodywork twice.

Your smirked to yourself, rolling your eyes before starting the engine and drove away from his cabin.

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The Obelisk Gate by NK Jemisin received 144 votes total. 27.8% of respondents answered YES, they have read it. 72.2% of respondents answered NO, they have not read it.

Essun's missing daughter grows more powerful every day, and her choices may destroy the world in this "magnificent" Hugo Award winner and NYT Notable Book. (NPR)

The season of endings grows darker, as civilization fades into the long cold night. Essun -- once Damaya, once Syenite, now avenger -- has found shelter, but not her daughter. Instead there is Alabaster Tenring, destroyer of the world, with a request. But if Essun does what he asks, it would seal the fate of the Stillness forever. Far away, her daughter Nassun is growing in power -- and her choices will break the world. N. K. Jemisin's award winning trilogy continues in the sequel to The Fifth Season.

This trilogy should be considered one of the seminal works of SFF written in the last twenty years. If you're a SFF fan, this one should be on your list. Even if you're not, I highly recommend reading it.

#the obelisk gate #nk jemisin #broken earth trilogy #sci fi #fantasy #trans sc #gay sc #poll results

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fastlikealambo · 3 years ago

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THE HEIRESS: BRUCE WAYNE X F!READER X SELINA KYLE

summary: being adopted into one of the most wealthy families in Gotham would have been a dream come true if it were any other family but yours. when your beloved grandfather dies and names you the heir to everything, all hell breaks loose and the only people who don’t want you dead are your exes Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle.

trigger warnings: violence, blood, injuries, mentions of abuse, illness, soft dom!selina switch! bruce, praise k!nk, someone said bruce wayne cries after sex and i support this. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT 18+

CHAPTER ONE

Remember what you are.

They ignored the sirens.

“Please, we can’t just let them die! We have more than enough room.” You pleaded with your father who didn’t even look up from his whiskey in front of the roaring fireplace.

In a matter of minutes, a majority of Gotham would be an aquarium and your family manor could shelter those who needed help.

“Dear, this is an Act of God. If God wanted those freaks to live, he wouldn’t have sent the flood. If they came into our home, what would you have us do? Clothe them? Feed them? We’ll write a check when this is all over but I don’t want them treading mud and filth around the estate. I mean, could you imagine? We’d have mice in minutes! ” Your mother chimes in. You take one step in the direction of your grandfather’s study but an iron grasp on your wrist prevents that.

“You will not disturb my father while he’s resting.”

“You’re drunk.” You spit out at your uncle whose grip only grows tighter.

“ You’re a grown woman acting like a child so perhaps you need to be treated like one.” You squirm under your uncle’s grip as he forces you to stand in front of the windows, arms pinned at your sides, your parents paying it absolutely no mind.

“I want you to look at them and remember what we have done for you. Remember the life we have given you and how easy it would be to take it all away. Remember that you are nothing, you came from nothing, and what stands between you and the currently drowning vermin of Gotham is our generosity.”

He holds you there until he gets bored but you remain there even after the fire has died out and your family has gone to bed. There are no screams now, no calls for help, just silence.

And then, one single red light.

ONE YEAR LATER.

It rains the day of your grandfather’s funeral. It rains every other day in Gotham but today it seems to be especially fitting.

“Where the fuck are my Drops?”

“High at your father’s funeral, how classy.”

You can hear your family arguing through your locked door, grateful that they would be focused on the press for the rest of the day while you could be invisible in the background, saying goodbye to the only family member who cared for the last time, counting down the hours until you could quiet slip out of the house after the repast and then Gotham for good. You had no reason to stay, Grandfather was gone and the only two other people you ever loved you pushed away or got pushed.

You ruined them and they were better off without you.

“Either hurry the fuck up or walk!” You flinch as your door is banged on and the handle is jiggled.

You wait until the majority of the footsteps are gone before emerging into the departing chaos.

“You don’t look well Miss, better take a coat, it’ll be cold at the gravesite.” Greta said, the housekeeper fussed over you, helping you into a coat.

“Thank you Greta.” You said, smiling for the first time in months. You’d already slipped money into her purse as a going away present for one of the only people besides Grandfather to treat you with kindness in the years since you were adopted.

You wanted so badly to tell her but it was too risky. They’d blame her and that was the last thing you wanted.

You climbed into the car, driving past the various flood repair sites and emergency housing. There were still so many people displaced after the flood and here you were in designer clothes, just as complicit as your family.

“Send her in first, they don’t give a shit about her. “ Your uncle all but tore you out of the car into an ocean of reporters on the church steps.

“ Has there been any word over who will take over the company?”

“Why haven’t you done more to help Gotham after the flood?”

“ Were you involved in Renewal?”

Cameras surround the rest of your family as you make your way into the church, alone and unseen taking a seat in the front row. It’s not long before the rest of your family and other mourners file in as well, led by your uncle who sobs loudly for effect, throwing himself on Grandfather’s casket. You’d have rolled your eyes but then it didn’t matter now, only a few more hours and you’d never see any of them again.

Grandfather would have been proud.

The rest of the funeral goes by in a blur of prayers and memorial speeches, and by the time you look up, it’s over.Your nudged to file out but the sound of a notification on your phone stops you in your tracks. Your mother all but growls at you before her phone goes off, then your father’s, then your uncle’s, and then it seems the entire group of mourners. The church doors bang open and the swarm of reporters from outside make their way down the aisle towards your family

“ Excuse me, this is a private moment, we’ve already given a statement today, let us grieve in peace.” Your uncle said firmly, his bodyguard and some of GCPD coming forward but they shove past him…

And in front of you.

“How does it feel to be the heir to the company?”

“What’s your next move?”

“How will you honor your grandfather’s legacy?”

Mics and cameras are shoved in your shocked face, you open your mouth to speak but no words come out.

“ What are the fuck are you talking about?” Your uncle yells at the reporters, voice no longer filled with false grief but the indescribable rage you’ve come to know so well.

A reporter lifts their phone for all to see, tapping a video.

Your grandfather’s face pops up and the church goes silent.

“As it is 2022 and this is not a movie, I have decided to forgo a will reading in favor of a public statement to the press so all might know my wishes without any sort of gossip or rumor. I will make this quick: I, of sound mind and body, leave my home, my company, and the culmination of all my financial investments and assets to my granddaughter and my granddaughter alone. She is to inherit everything and I know she will do what is right going forward. My executor will take care of the rest and has already put in motion all that needs to be done upon my immediate demise. Direct all further questions to him.”

The video stops and suddenly all eyes are back on you.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Your mother screams and faints right there in the aisle, your father and the rest of your family begin to argue all while more reporters take up the remaining personal space you have, yelling question after question as police try and fail to contain the ever growing crowd.

You’re trapped.

“You little bitch, what have you done? I’m going to fucking kill you!” Your uncle bellows, shoving anyone and everyone out of his way to get to you. You trip over your own feet and fall to the ground, bracing for impact that never comes as the crowd falls silent.

You open your eyes to see a familiar figure standing in between you and your uncle.

“ Bruce?”

And that it’s for now! Don’t worry, Selina’s in the next chapter :) I’m not sure how I feel about this story yet tho

#bruce wayne x reader #selina kyle x reader #bruce wayne x selina kyle x reader #batman x reader #battinson x reader

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mostlysignssomeportents · 4 years ago

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The City We Became

Macarthur fellow and Hugo-award-winner NK Jemisin's 2019 book "The City We Became" is both a fantastic contemporary fantasy novel and a scorching commentary on the infantile nature of the racist dogma of HP Lovecraft and his ilk.

https://www.hachettebookgroup.com/titles/n-k-jemisin/the-city-we-became/9780316509855/

It's a quest novel about a group of New Yorkers who awaken one day to discover that they are mystical avatars of the city, which has awakened and been reborn as a kind of powerful colony organism.

There's an avatar for each of the five boroughs, plus a "primary" who represents the city as a whole. As with all births, this one is somewhat traumatic - but NYC's birth is uniquely fraught.

First, the five boroughs must find one another and connect with the primary.

But they must do all this while under sustained assault from a mystical, transdimensional, Lovecraftian horror, a great adversary to all of our Earth's living cities - but an adversary that had been believed to be powerless against cities after their births.

The enemy manifests as a Karen, a white woman clad all in white, dogwhistling racist tropes, summoning police, weaponizing vast fortunes to evict its enemies or distort their culture. It is attended by harbingers - human beings infected with fluttering white tentacles.

The city's avatars are a BIPOC, queer, all-ages group, spiky and disunified, forced to resolve their differences as they quest for one another and battle the adversary in a race to save the city - and ultimately, our universe - from its eldritch horrors.

As Lovecraft pastiches go, this is pretty fucking great stuff. Jemisin invokes Lovecraft's purple prose and vivid imagery to evince the real frisson of his horror, while simultaneously puncturing Lovcraft's noxious racism, which famously manifested in his disgust for cities.

As with Matt Ruff's 2016 novel LOVECRAFT COUNTRY, Jemisin does fantastic work in puncturing Lovecraft's atavistic horror of The Other by holding the mirror to it - inviting the reader to empathize with the object of that reflexive fear and disgust.

https://memex.craphound.com/2016/02/16/matt-ruffs-lovecraft-country-where-the-horror-is-racism-not-racist/

But THE CITY WE BECAME represents an advance on LOVECRAFT COUNTRY in an important regard: the way that it treats with the simplicity of the conservative worldview and the complexity of the real world.

Many have observed that onservativism's nostalgia for "simpler times" is really a yearning for childhood: the reason life was simpler when you were a child isn't because times were simpler - it's because you were a child, sheltered from life's complexities by your parents.

Hence conservativism's daddy issues, its yearning for strongmen who'll make the nation great through discipline, ordering and control.

In this telling, xenophobia is just the adult version of a toddler's unwillingness to eat their peas if they touch the mashed potatoes.

An infantile, irrational fussiness that, in turn, is antithetical to cities - the sprawling, organic, self-organizing, diverse, chaotic places where ideas and languages and peoples and smells and tastes all rub up against each other.

Jemisin's mythical battle of the messy city and the Lovecraftian adversary's desire for sterile order is a kind of eldritch dramatization of the fight between Robert Moses and Jane Jacobs - a fight that goes all the way back to Plato.

Plato's Republic, after all, is the ultimate conservative work - the belief that people are born to virtue, and that virtue determines who is fit to rule and who must be ruled over because they cannot govern themselves.

Plato even presaged Lovecraft's disgust with complex polyrhythms ("maddening drums"), decrying "broken rhythms" for their potential to disorder the listener's self-control - a theme that repeats in Jemisin's book as the avatar of Brooklyn spits weaponized rhymes.

An obsession with neatness, categories, purity and hierarchy are the hallmark of both toddlers and conservatives, and Jemisin reveals that Lovecraft's squamous, rugose revulsions are just three grossed-out toddlers in a trenchcoat throwing their carrots on the floor.

There's many ways to carve our ideological divisions right now. One of the most powerful fracture lines is simplicity-vs-complexity - the need to bleach everything to sterility versus the understanding that complex, thriving, diverse systems are necessary to our survival.

Like all the best "urban fantasy," THE CITY WE BECAME is a love-hymn to cities themselves as living climax systems. More than that, Jemisin wields her city against the forces of infantile reaction.

#pluralistic

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exploreneoh · 3 years ago

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An End to the American Beech?

Last week, in the cool of the July morning, I went for a walk along the Plateau Trail on the western slope of the Cuyahoga Valley National Park. Located a few miles southwest of Peninsula, the Plateau Trail is an easy 4.4-mile loop trail featuring young and older-aged hardwood forest. Along the way, however, I noticed that the leaves of some juvenile beech trees looked unusual. They were dry and crackly, like a brown dehydrated fallen leaf in November, but still green and connected to the tree. I did some research, and it seems that these are among countless other Northeast Ohio beech trees suffering from Beech Leaf Disease.

According to the Ohio Department of Natural Resources, Beech Leaf Disease (BLD) was first discovered in Lake County, OH in 2012, affecting primarily American beech (Fagus grandifolia) and European beech trees (Fagus sylvatica). Since then, BLD has been documented throughout Northeast Ohio and in Pennsylvania, West Virginia, New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Ontario. The ODNR describes, “dark banding on leaves, leaf disfigurement, and branch dieback,” as typical BLD symptoms, “linked to the presence of nematodes (microscopic worms) in the leaves and buds.” BLD has greatly weakened the beech understory and has led to, “extensive mortality” of young beech trees. Many details pertaining to the origin and spread of BLD are still unknown.

Upon discovery, Lake Metroparks Naturalist John Pogacnik contacted the U.S. Forestry Services and botanists at the Ohio State University and others in Europe and Asia regarding BLD. No one else had ever heard of such a disease. Meanwhile, BLD was spreading from just 510ha of Lake County forest in 2013 to 2,525ha in 2016. Similar growth patterns are visible throughout other affected areas. BLD, however, is not the only disease affecting beech trees. Beech bark disease (BBD), spread by the scale insect (Cryptococcus fagisuga), is a lethal disease that, “precedes the attack of the BBD bark fungi” (Ewing, Hausman, Pogacnik, Slot, Bonello, 2019). Additionally, the invasive beech leaf-mining weevil (Orchestes fagi) has been destroying American beech trees in Nova Scotia with greater intensity since 2012. Scientists predict that, through human-assisted and natural movement patterns, O. fagi will spread throughout the existing range of the American beech, causing irreparable damage to the species and North American forests.

Beech-maple forests are an extremely important ecosystem throughout eastern North America. Beech trees, which hold their leaves all winter long, are critical for birds and mammals that rely on them for food and shelter. The migratory red bat (Lasiurus borealis) hides among the beech leaves when it returns to Ohio in early spring. Beechnuts are an integral element in the diets of turkeys, jays, squirrels, foxes, and black bears. Furthermore, the reduction of the beech tree canopy and understory affects the light environment in forests which may greatly alter the entire eastern hardwood ecosystem. The loss of American beech trees will also be expensive to humans, leading to over $225 million lost in terms of the environmental benefits otherwise provided by existing beech trees. Although scientists are not expecting the total extinction of the American beech, its functionality as a species in eastern forests will likely wane.

In the wake of the loss of American chestnut trees (Castenea dentata) eradicated by the chestnut blight of the early 1900s, eastern forests evolved to the now dominant beech-maple ecosystem. Although many species which depended upon chestnut trees did not survive, forest ecosystems adapted just like they have for millennia. If North America does witness the end of the era of the American beech, a new ecosystem will eventually form, and forest species will largely adapt to the new forest composition. The ever changing eastern hardwood forest will persevere as always and, in the meantime, scientists will continue researching ways to stop the spread and defend against BLD and other diseases affecting American beech trees. Next time you’re hiking in the forest and notice a healthy American beech tree, savor the sight and appreciate the beech-maple forest through which you’re likely traversing. You are experiencing a constantly changing environment that never stagnates, one who's days might be numbered.

Image Descriptions: All images taken along the Plateau Trail, Cuyahoga Valley National Park, Peninsula, OH.

Top left: The Plateau Trail winding through the Northeast Ohio hardwood forest

Top middle: American beech trees looking up

Top right: American beech trees looking up

Bottom left: Individual American beech with apparent effects of BLD. Dry ribbed leaves

Bottom right: Closer analysis of aforementioned individual with apparent effects of BLD

Ewing, C. J., Housman, C. E., Pogacnik, J., Slot, J., & Bonello, P. (2018). Beech Leaf Disease: An Emerging Forest Epidemic. ms, Columbus, OH. https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/am-pdf/10.1111/efp.12488.

Martin, D. K., & Volk, D. (2021, January). Beech Leaf Disease. Pest Alert. https://ohiodnr.gov/wps/wcm/connect/gov/1b6ef179-92be-49d6-ab38-74ecda2ed5c5/BeechLeafDisease-USDA-FS-PestAlert-2021.pdf?MOD=AJPERES&CONVERT_TO=url&CACHEID=ROOTWORKSPACE.Z18_M1HGGIK0N0JO00QO9DDDDM3000-1b6ef179-92be-49d6-ab38-74ecda2ed5c5-nEQ-fsc.

McCarty, J. F. (2017, December 10). Beech Leaf Disease Discovered in Lake County, Spreading Throughout NE Ohio, PA, NY, Ontario: (photos, video). The Plain Dealer. https://www.cleveland.com/metro/2017/12/beech_leaf_disease_discovered.html.

Stansberry, M. (2018, October 26). A Tree Hugger's Guide to the Forest Dynamics of Northeast Ohio. Belt Magazine. https://beltmag.com/a-tree-huggers-guide-to-the-forest-dynamics-of-northeast-ohio/?fbclid=IwAR1s5hrDX732x6ucIN_HQfOJbNaQW-HClpFo-fC9h70eOF3xla5FHaEkAco.

Sweeney JD, Hughes C, Zhang H, Hillier NK, Morrison A and Johns R (2020) Impact of the Invasive Beech Leaf-Mining Weevil, Orchestes fagi, on American Beech in Nova Scotia, Canada. Front. For. Glob. Change 3:46. doi: 10.3389/ffgc.2020.00046

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urobsessivegirlfriend · 10 months ago

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🩶DOM BLOG🩶

masc Lesbian

Age: 26

5’3

Big three: ☀️-Libra ⬆️- Gemini 🌑-Scorpio

Kinks: CNC, somno, edging, Dacryphilia, bdsm, mommy, breeding, sheltered k!nk, impregnating, stalking, corruption, intruder, intoxication, exhibitionism.

Hard limits: Age play, scat.

I sometimes reblog in a sub pov but that’s just for the pathetically stupid victims that cum on my page🩶.

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myheroacademia-headcanons · 7 years ago

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Here’s Our 1-A playlist!

You may remember how a little while ago, I (mod Thirteen) posted a little status update saying how we were going a little slow on updates because of a little project we were working on. So here it is!

Basically, each of us chose one (or more) song for each of the characters in class 1-A (+ Shinsou, -Mineta). It was lots of fun, and eventually I compiled them all into one little playlist. Let us know via our inbox or my personal Tumblr @yaoyoyoyo if any of the links are broken!

Under a cut because it’s so damn long:

Yuga Aoyama:

Mod Thirteen- Primadonna by Marina and the Diamonds

Mod Shouta- Perfect Isn’t Easy from Oliver and Company

Mod Kaminari- Razzle Dazzle by Richard Gere

Mod Ochako- Lollipop by MIKA

Mod Tsuyu- Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves

Mod Hitoshi- Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson

Mod Tenya- Mi Mi Mi By SEREBRO

Mina Ashido:

Mod Thirteen- Everybody Wants to Be an Astronaut by Royal Republic

Mod Shouta- Toxic by Britney Spears

Mod Kaminari- Strawberry Blond by Mitski

Mod Ochako- HandClap by Fitz and the Tantrums

Mod Tsuyu- Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

Mod Hitoshi- What You Know by Two Door Cinema Club:

Mod Tenya- Let Me Go by Hailee Steinfled

Tsuyu Asui:

Mod Thirteeen- Bubble Tea by dark cat

Mod Shouta- Return of the Frog Queen by Jeremy Enigk

Mod Kaminari- Levan Polka by Otomania

Mod Ochako- Ready to Go by Panic! At the Disco

Mod Tsuyu- Flashdance – What a Feeling by Irene Cara

Mod Hitoshi- Everything Zen by Bush

Mod Tenya- Wild One by Lucky Rose

Katsuki Bakugou:

Mod Thirteen- Sabotage by Beastie Boys

Mod Shouta- Just Like You by Three Days Grace (This song is supposed to represent his relationship with All Might)

Mod Kaminari- Ass Backwards by Mindless Self Indulgence

Mod Ochako- You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring

Mod Tsuyu- Bring Me to Life by Evanescence

Mod Hitoshi- Give It to Me by Agust D | Public Service Announcement by Of Mice and Men

Mod Tenya- Cool Me Down by Margaret

Tooru Hagakure:

Mod Thirteen- So Much More Than This by Grace Vanderwaal

Mod Shouta- She’s Not There by The Zombies

Mod Kaminari- We Are Giants by Lindsey Stirling

Mod Ochako- When He Sees Me by Kimiko Glenn

Mod Tsuyu- (???)

Mod Hitoshi- Wiped Out!/Prey by The Neighbourhood

Mod Tenya- The Girl by Helberg

Shinsou Hitoshi:

Mod Thirteen- Where the Lonely Ones Roam by Digital Daggers

Mod Shouta- More Than Useless by Relient K

Mod Kaminari- Bitter Fuck by Joji

Mod Ochako- Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy

Mod Tsuyu- Demons by Imagine Dragons

Mod Hitoshi- Fireflies by Owl City (for my hc that he suffered from insomnia in elementary/middle school)

Mod Tenya- Clear by Pusher

Tenya Iida:

Mod Thirteen- Brother by Kodaline

Mod Shouta- Battle Symphony by Linkin Park

Mod Kaminari- Speed of Love by Owl City

Mod Ochako- Warriors by Imagine Dragons

Mod Tsuyu- Wake Me Up by Avicii

Mod Hitoshi- Run by BTS

Mod Tenya- Bullet Train by Steve Swartz

Kyoka Jirou:

Mod Thirteen- Girls/Girls/Boys by Panic! At the Disco

Mod Shouta- I Like It Heavy by Halestorm

Mod Kaminari- I Love Rock and Roll by Joan Jett

Mod Ochako- Highway To Hell by AC/DC

Mod Tsuyu- So What by P!nk

Mod Hitoshi- At the Mercy of Imbeciles by Bad Religion

Mod Tenya- Boom Box by Laura Marano

Denki Kaminari:

Mod Thirteen- Electricity by Culture Code

Mod Shouta- Electric Shock by f(x)

Mod Kaminari- Gasoline by Britney Spears

Mod Ochako- What You Know by Two Door Cinema Club

Mod Tsuyu- I’m a Believer by The Monkees

Mod Hitoshi- (???)

Mod Tenya- Electric Touch by A R I Z O N A

Eijiro Kirishima:

Mod Thirteen- 7 Years by Lukas Graham

Mod Shouta- I’ll Make A Man Out Of You from Mulan

Mod Kaminari- Whistle (While You Work It) by Katy Tiz

Mod Ochako- Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars

Mod Tsuyu- We Are Young by fun.

Mod Hitoshi- Titanium by David Guetta

Mod Tenya- Shelter by Porter Robinson

Koji Koda:

Mod Thirteen- Something Big by Shawn Mendes

Mod Shouta- Reindeers are Better than People from Frozen

Mod Kaminari- (???)

Mod Ochako- Can’t Stand It by Never Shout Never

Mod Tsuyu- Fireflies by Owl City

Mod Hitoshi- Insects by Kids of Widney High

Mod Tenya- If I Go by Ella Eyre

Izuku Midoriya:

Mod Thirteen- A Capella by Chase Goehring

Mod Shouta- E for Extinction by Thousand Foot Krutch

Mod Kaminari- Waving Through a Window from Dear Evan Hansen

Mod Ochako- The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls

Mod Tsuyu- Eye of the Tiger by Survivor

Mod Hitoshi- Glow by Moose Blood | History Maker by Caleb Hyles | Had Enough by Breaking Benjamin

Mod Tenya- Like That by Bea Miller

Mashirao Ojiro:

Mod Thirteen- Titanium by David Guetta

Mod Shouta- Kung-Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas

Mod Kaminari- (???)

Mod Ochako- Have a Nice Day by Bon Jovi

Mod Tsuyu- Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind

Mod Hitoshi- Trails by Pete Cottrell

Mod Tenya- Just Hold On by Steve Aoki

Rikido Sato:

Mod Thirteen- Tea and Toast by Lucy Spraggan

Mod Shouta- Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard

Mod Kaminari- Sugar Daddy by Neil Patrick Harris

Mod Ochako- One Week by Barenaked Ladies

Mod Tsuyu- (???)

Mod Hitoshi- My Girl by The Temptations (for my hc that he’s a soft man who listens to oldies while baking)

Mod Tenya- River by Bishop Briggs

Mezo Shoji:

Mod Thirteen- Calm Snow by I See Stars

Mod Shouta- Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin

Mod Kaminari- Tainted Love by Soft Cell

Mod Ochako- The Run and Go by Twenty One Pilots

Mod Tsuyu- (???)

Mod Hitoshi- Tentacles by Ghost Town

Mod Tenya- Anchor by Novo Amor

Shoto Todoroki:

Mod Thirteen- Chandelier– Piano Version by Sia

Mod Shouta- Arsonist’s Lullabye by Hozier

Mod Kaminari- Gasoline by Halsey

Mod Ochako- Clair de Lune by Debussy

Mod Tsuyu- Burn It Down by Linkin Park

Mod Hitoshi- Identity Disorder by Of Mice and Men

Mod Tenya- La Lune by Madeon

Fumikage Tokoyami:

Mod Thirteen- Sleepwalking by Bring Me the Horizon

Mod Shouta- Monster by Skillet

Mod Kaminari- Welcome To The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

Mod Ochako- Castle of Glass by Linkin Park

Mod Tsuyu- (???)

Mod Hitoshi- Happy Song by Bring Me the Horizon

Mod Tenya- BLK CLD by XYLO

Ochako Uraraka:

Mod Thirteen- Little Me by Little Mix

Mod Shouta- It’s Beautiful by Sofia

Mod Kaminari- Anyone Who Knows What Love Is by Irma Thomas

Mod Ochako- Sing by Pentatonix

Mod Tsuyu- Stronger by Kelly Clarkson

Mod Hitoshi- Thank God for Girls by Weezer

Mod Tenya- Circles by machineheart (Vanic Remix)

Momo Yaoyorozu:

Mod Thirteen- That’s My Girl by Fifth Harmony

Mod Shouta- One Girl Revolution by Superchick

Mod Kaminari- Salute by Little Mix

Mod Ochako- Words Fail by Ben Platt

Mod Tsuyu- Almost There by Anika Noni Rose

Mod Hitoshi- Chairman’s Waltz from Memoirs of a Geisha

Mod Tenya- Brave Honest Beautiful by Fifth Harmony

Sero Hanta:

Mod Thirteen- Tape Machine by STRFKR

Mod Shouta- Duct Tape by The Warp Zone

Mod Kaminari- Mister Cellophane by John C. Reilly

Mod Ochako- Believer by Imagine Dragons

Mod Tsuyu- Geronimo by Sheppard

Mod Hitoshi- Feelings Fade by Gnash (for my hc that he uses his quirk to go to the top of UA to be alone and listen to cringe/angst songs like this while thinking about life. Also listens to blessthefall & blackbear & sws)

Mod Tenya- My Way by Calvin Harris

Present Mic:

Mod Thirteen- Why Worry by Set It Off

Mod Shouta- I Like It Loud by Cash Cash

Mod Kaminari- Big Enough by Kirin J. Callinan

Mod Ochako- Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard

Mod Tsuyu- Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

Mod Hitoshi- Back To School by Deftones (for my hc that he and Aizawa were those Kool Kidz Who Were Also Misfitz™ back in high school)

Mod Tenya- Louder by Charlie Who?

Aizawa Shouta:

Mod Thirteen- This is War by Thirty Seconds to Mars

Mod Shouta- People Equals Shit by Richard Cheese

Mod Kaminari- Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz

Mod Ochako- Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

Mod Tsuyu- (???)

Mod Hitoshi- Lazy Song by Bruno Mars

Mod Tenya- IDFC by Blackbear

All Might:

Mod Thirteen- Heroes by Mans Zelmerlow

Mod Shouta- Zero to Hero from Hercules

Mod Kaminari- Hall of Fame by The Script

Mod Ochako- The Take Over, The Break’s Over by Fall Out Boy

Mod Tsuyu- (???)

Mod Hitoshi- (???)

Mod Tenya- The Greatest by Sia

Dabi:

Mod Thirteen- Stomach It by Crywolf

Mod Shouta- Don’t Mess With Me by Temposhark

Mod Kaminari- If I Had a Heart by Fever Ray

Mod Ochako- Crazy = Genius by Panic! At the Disco

Mod Tsuyu- Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing by Set It Off

Mod Hitoshi- Slow Motion by Third Eye Blind | MNSTR by Crown the Empire

Mod Tenya- Mustang Kids by Zella Day

Shigaraki:

Mod Thirteen- Duality by Set It Off

Mod Shouta- Kill Everyone by Hollywood Undead

Mod Kaminari- Body by Mother Mother

Mod Ochako- Don’t Mess With Me by Temposhark

Mod Tsuyu- Sarcasm by Get Scared

Mod Hitoshi- Johnny Ringo/Johnny’s Rebellion/Johnny’s Revenge by Crown The Empire

Mod Tenya- I’m Gonna Show You Crazy by Bebe Rexha

Midnight:

Mod Thirteen- Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

Mod Shouta- Feisty by Jhameel

Mod Kaminari- Fergalicious by Fergie

Mod Ochako- Lone Digger by Caravan Palace

Mod Tsuyu- S&M by Rihanna

Mod Hitoshi- Bruises and Bitemarks by Good with Grenades

Mod Tenya- Bad Intentions by Niykee Heaton

Bonus: Himiko:

Mod Thirteen- Uki Uki Midnight by BABYMETAL

Mod Shouta- Gorgeous Nightmare by Escape the Fate

Mod Kaminari- I FINK U FREEKY by DIE ANTWOORD

Mod Ochako- Aftermath by Caravan Palace

#mod thirteen #I'm so excited!#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bnha playlist

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natsuki-bakery · 2 months ago

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Could I get light Yagami (cg) and Sayu Yagami (regressor) head cannons? :3

•Light has always been protective of Sayu, but after she starts regressing, his overprotectiveness intensifies. He views taking care of her as part of his responsibility to protect the family, especially as his plans with the Death Note progress

•Light Yagami approaches caregiving for Sayu with the same precision and calculation he uses in his other plans. He keeps track of her regression patterns, moods, and triggers, making sure she feels safe and secure during those times

•Given the seriousness of his other pursuits, Light keeps Sayu’s regression a secret from everyone, including their parents. He doesn’t want anyone to know how vulnerable Sayu is, as he believes that it could make her a target

•When Sayu regresses, Light has a specific calming routine for her : he plays soft classical music or helps her with simple activities like coloring or building with blocks. It helps her feel grounded and safe, while Light remains composed and calm

•Light has a stark duality in his personality when taking care of Sayu. When she’s regressed, he’s patient and gentle, but the moment he shifts back to his Kira mindset, he becomes cold and calculating. He sees caring for Sayu as a "side mission" to keep his personal life stable

•Since Light is always thinking ten steps ahead, he monitors Sayu closely, making sure that she doesn’t encounter anything that could trigger her regression at inconvenient times. He might even subtly manipulate their parents to keep her sheltered and protected without them realizing it

•Light doesn't view himself as a traditional caregiver. He sees his care for Sayu as a way to maintain control over the family environment, which he feels is necessary for his larger plans. But in his own way, he genuinely wants Sayu to be happy and safe

•When Sayu wants to hear stories while regressed, Light might tell her fairy tales but with his own twist, focusing on clever, strategic characters who use their wits to overcome challenges. He subtly encourages her to think critically, even in her little space

•If Sayu has nightmares or feels anxious at night, Light sits by her bedside, speaking softly and rationally to calm her down. He might tell her that he’s always watching over her and that nothing bad can happen because he’s "in control of everything"

•Even though Light is distant and reserved emotionally, he shows care for Sayu in practical ways. He makes sure she has her favorite snacks, plushies, or activities ready whenever she starts regressing. He might not be warm, but his actions ensure Sayu feels cared for

•Sayu’s regression is often triggered by the stress and trauma surrounding the events in their world (like the increasing chaos due to Kira). Light is acutely aware of this and takes extra steps to shield her from any news or events related to the Kira case when she’s in her little space

•Organized Caregiver : Light keeps a mental checklist of Sayu’s needs and behaviors when she’s regressed. He notices patterns, like what activities calm her down or what foods make her smile, and uses that knowledge to maintain a peaceful atmosphere at home

•Though Light is cold and detached in many aspects of his life, his bond with Sayu remains one of the few humanizing aspects of his character. When he sees her regressed, it’s one of the rare times he allows himself to soften and be a caring older brother, if only for a little while

•Light has considered what might happen to Sayu if his plans as Kira succeed. He envisions a perfect world where Sayu can live safely without any fear or stress, and in his mind, his care for her during her regressed states is part of ensuring that future

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !

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technoqueers · 5 years ago

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2019-11-27

Happy Holigays from TQ! For the first time since sending out the guide v.1, we're going into hibernation for a bit and taking a break! Feel free to email us if you’d like ideas for where to go out, or just check RA! If you'd like to peruse past editions of the guide, they're posted on our Facebook and Twitter pages. Stay in touch, stay warm, and hope to see y’all on the dancefloor in the new year! 💗

How Charlene Incarnate Inherited the Legacy of NYC’s Drag Scene // “That’s what gay people are good at,” she acknowledges, “being audience members and contributing energy.” “We saw the shuttering of every space [queer folks threw] parties in, every space that wasn’t a typical gay dive bar. They’re all gone now.” The artist grieves both her home [Casa Diva] and the community it provided, and the fact that spaces like hers are “even rarer or nonexistent in the neighborhoods that [queer folks are] still occupying.”

“Taking drag out of nightlife is like taking it out of queerness,” Charlene says, adding that drag “happens in the spaces that were left to us.” How Papi Juice Became the Most Important Party in New York City // In 2013, Oscar Nuñez and fellow DJ Adam Rhodes were tired of going to parties catering to white, cisgender gay men — and were thus inspired to create a party that centered queer and transgender people of color. “We are part of a legacy of people who have been doing similar work for years,” Rhodes explains. “Seeing colleagues emerge and get bigger has been amazing. I love that there are more parties that are specifically serving our people. They’re creating spaces where we can be celebrated in all of our beauty and diversity.” Rare photos of New York’s iconic club kids // We were able to set an example for the everyday kid who was coming from the outer boroughs, and maybe it would give them permission to be a little more liberated within their own lives and within their own context. This was very valuable. The real tragedy when they closed all of the mega clubs in New York was that a number of creative people lost job opportunities. That’s why New York really suffered culturally when the nightclub industry was targeted and wiped out because all of a sudden people couldn’t pay their rent or sustain their art practices. That was a really sad moment for New York culturally. Masked balls and gay uprisings: Queer Maps is a guide to 150 years of LGBTQ history // The tool launches at a time of growing concern about the disappearance of queer bars in cities across the country – LA’s last remaining lesbian bar closed in 2017. It honors world-famous institutions alongside little-known haunts that quietly thrived during eras when being gay was criminalized and dangerous. Saatchi exhibits and BBC Four docs: why is 2019 so nostalgic for 80s rave? // These events were communal and often lawless. They were not happening with anyone’s permission but instead were reactions to the prevailing currents of their time. Deller’s film analyses rave’s role in the traumatised aftermath of the miners’ strike. Rave, he proposed, was “a death ritual marking the transition of Britain from an industrial to a service economy”. Techno Titan Carl Craig Commissioned for Sound Project at Dia:Beacon, Five Years in the Making // Craig—part of a fabled lineage for a legacy of techno music that was born and bred in Detroit—said he drew connections between his hometown and Dia:Beacon’s setting in a former factory that had been abandoned for years before it was transformed in an art-world destination. More to the floor: the decade the dancefloor was decolonised // Perhaps partly helped by the global panopticon of the internet, DJs and producers combine everything from the weighty syncopations of footwork to the sparse, percussive rolls of gqom and euphoria of hard trance, until the key compounds are almost unrecognisable – and then add their own distinctive local flavour. The result is a simultaneously global and local sound, and cross-continental collaborations are making it even more cosmopolitan. First Floor #13 – Where Have All the Anthems Gone? // More and more, what matters is contextualizing an artist within a larger socioeconomic and sociopolitical backdrop. Writers and editors obviously still consider the music, but they’re now also thinking about stuff like identity, representation, privilege and structural discrimination, and while that rubs some people the wrong way—particularly the “it should just be about the music” crowd—I don’t see it as a problem. Leave Your Body at the Door: How ketamine became the drug of choice for our dissociated moment. // In the 1980s and ’90s, the growth of rave culture brought it onto New York dance floors and it became a staple of the club kid scene, prompting the first wave of ketamine trend pieces. “Whether it’s a gay all-nighter, or at a hard techno rave patronized by young, white out-of-towners, the picture is invariably the same. Come 3 a.m., the dance floor is littered with those wasted on ketamine,” Muzik Magazine wrote in that same 1998 article. But in 2019, once-fringe elements of rave culture have bled into the mainstream. EDM is elevator music, banker bros and leather-daddies share bumps at Bushwick warehouse events, Silicon Valley has invaded Burning Man, and the wellness world has turned the drugs of the ’60s counterculture into productivity boosters for start-ups. As rave culture has rebranded, ketamine has pivoted with it. Today’s K users are bringing the drug beyond the dance floor: to chilled-out bar nights and tech-world salons, New-Age wellness retreats and quiet nights at home. NYC Votes To Ban Flavored Vaping Products // New York became the first major city in the country to ban all flavored vaping products on Tuesday. The ban is expected to take effect in July. The crackdown also comes amid an outbreak of vape-related lung disease that's killed dozens of people nationwide, including at least two New York City residents. Researchers with the Center for Disease Control have linked the sickness to vitamin E acetate, which is commonly used in black market THC vaping products.

Wednesday

11-6 // parka presents Trust Exercise: Courage @ Market Hotel // The theme of the night is Courage as a reminder of the courage it takes to trust and be vulnerable. We forget that not everyone celebrates the holidays the same way and many have had to sacrifice a lot to move away from home.

10-3 // Thanksgiving eve with justin strauss and juan maclean @ Black Flamingo 10-4 // Marcellus Pittman All Night @ Nowadays // The Detroit don is back to bless us with another marathon set. 10-4 // pure immanence XL @ Bossa // 10-11: Pure Immanence, 11-12:20: Night Doll, 12:20-1: perrX (live), 1-3: quest?onmarc, 3-4: Pure Immanence 10-4 // OD: Yurk \ Skyshaker \ WILHELMINA \ Christy @ 444 Club

Thursday

10-4 // ADAM X & MÆDON @ Bossa 10-4 // Bermuda /\ Thanksgiving night @ Venus in Furs

Friday

10 // ELSEWORLD: Juan Atkins, Noncompliant, Lauren Flax & More @ Elsewhere // 🌎🛸 HALL 🛸🌎 Juan Atkins, Noncompliant, Relaxer (live), Lauren Flax 🌎🛸 THE LOFT 🛸🌎 Cultivated Sound and Friends: Maŕa & Chamberlain Zhang, 夜露四苦4649 [ Haruka Salt & Yuri Mizokami], LOKA $5 off presales

10-4 // Room To Live presents sold and DJ Wawa @ Newtown Radio // sold (Chicago, smartbar, Groove Cafe), DJ Wawa, Room To Live residents 10-4 // Soul 2 Seoul Do Black Friday @ Mood Ring // Tag Team, Back Again, Back by unpopular demand, The original Blasian Super Duo. Chung & Turtle All Night 10-4 // Technofeminism @ Bossa // BORED LORD (LA), AKUA 10-4 // Blazej Malinowski [Live] + Mary Yuzovskaya @ Public Records // Polish-born DJ Blazej Malinowski brings his knack for deep + atmospheric techno to the Sound Room for a live performance. Having released records on Semantica, TGP, SIlent Season + many more, expect a tripped out, mesmerizing set with Monday Off founder, Unter regular, and vinyl-only DJ Mary Yuzovskaya kicking things off and closing the room. 10-4 // Working Women and Martyn @ Nowadays // Nowadays resident DJs Nina, Nicely and Voices, aka Working Women, are teaming up with 3024 boss (and Ostgut Ton, Brainfeeder, Ninja Tune, Hyperdub, Warp and Aus Music alum) Martyn. 10-5 // Stenny, rrao, Only Child, Significant Other Plus Lagasta, Jacques Renault, Boys' Shorts @ Good Room // Stenny is an essential producer in driving forward the sound of Ilian Tape. A versatile, adventurous and tough approach allow for constant forward momentum and a truly unrelenting energy on the dancefloor.

Saturday

10-5 // NEW YORK TRAX x VOITAX @ BASEMENT // In partnership with the forward-thinking, Berlin-based, record label Voitax, New York Trax brings 4 massive live acts for its Basement debut. Makaton LIVE, Swarm Intelligence LIVE, Brenecki LIVE, Deflector LIVE, Cressida, Paàl

10-4 // XXxBORED LORD x NYCxXx @ Mood Ring // ୧༼ಠ益ಠ༽୨ bored lord, pauli cakes, phoneg1rl, nk badtz maru ୧༼ಠ益ಠ༽୨ 10-4 // FIT Siegel / DJ Fire / DJ Healthy @ Bossa 10-4 // Soul Summit Music All Night Long @ Black Flamingo 10-5 // Perel, L&L&L + Lost Soul Enterprises with L. Sangre, R Gamble @ Good Room // Perel will be joined by L&L&L Record Club. Lost Soul Enterprises takes over the Bad Room with party residents L.Sangre and R Gamble. LSE is a party and label focused on mutant sounds past and present: wave, electro, body music, and all things in between. 10-5 // Shelter 002: Timmy Regisford, Francis Harris + Special Guests @ Public Records // Crossing generations of fans in New York, Timmy Regisford joins Public Records music director and partner Francis Harris for a monthly affair in the Sound Room with one question in mind: How deep is your love for House? 11 // Occupy the Disco @ Elsewhere (Zone One) 10-7 // Dee Diggs, Posi-Track and DJ Bone @ Nowadays // For this soiree, HalfMoonBK's Dee Diggs is teaming up with Fermented Frequency's Posi-Track and the inimitable DJ Bone. Good luck leaving before daybreak.

Sunday

3-9 // The Carry Nation All Day @ Nowadays // Nita Aviance and Will Automagic have been working together as the Carry Nation for the better part of a decade. During that time, they've lit up clubs, lofts and warehouses the world over and released music on Nervous, Classic Music Company and W&O Street Tracks.

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claroquequiza · 7 years ago

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Identity asks: every questions except 17,23 26 and 27 =D

OH MY...

IN REFERENCE TO THIS POST:

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

This is difficult to answer because I have such spotty taste in everything--I rarely have more than one song by the same artist, for example, or read more than one book by the same author. SO, if you base your understanding of me on which works I have consumed more than one of from the same author, artist, or whomever, then a small list would be: Jane Austen, Arthur C. Clarke, Mercedes Lackey, Musouka (from FF.N) and Michael Crichton for authors, Studio Ghibli, Disney, Ang Lee, and Star Trek TNG and VOY for movies/TV, and ABBA, Adele, Annie Lennox, Bad Lip Reading, Belanova, Beyonce, Daft Punk, David Bowie, Dido, Efecto Pasillo, Enya, Florence + The Machine, Juan Gabriel, OK Go, P!nk, Queen, Regina Spektor, The Seatbelts, and Woodkid.

2. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?

You know, I don’t think so--I have disagreements with the style, intentions, and beliefs of every writer I’ve ever read. It would almost be terrifying if I did find someone who thinks just like I do, like--WHO SENT YOU???

3. list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.

Overwatch: Hanzo

Pride&Prejudice: Mr. Collins (I don’t think I’m anywhere near as bad as him anymore, but when I was a kid...holy hell...)

Star Trek: Counselor Troi

Star Wars: C-3PO

4. do you like your name? is there another name you think would fit you better?

Daniel is an okay name! I don’t like its meaning much, though: God is my judge. Ew. I’m adopted, and I’ve met my birthmom, and for the three days before my adoption went through, she called me Esai, which is a bit more unique but means “God is salvation”. Not that much better than Daniel in implication. If I were to pick a name? I like wolves, so maybe Boris or Caleb.

5. do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?

I’m definitely a human being, I’m not very dynamic at all. That’s a huge sticking point between me and my dad actually: he has a need to constantly be doing things and has a very strong sense of pride in his accomplishments, big or small. I don’t have that same sense of accomplishment, for almost anything really. My writing and my humor are almost my only sources of pride, really.

6. are you religious/spiritual?

Absolutely not! I was raised a devout Mormon, so I’m very familiar with a certain kind of religion/spirituality, but I’ve been at odds with it for almost as long as I can remember. Even when I was very young I was drawn far more to a more scientific outlook and believed in religion more as an aside more than out of personal devotion, at least until I was a teenager. But that was a short phase. Nowadays I’m a fairly hard atheist, meaning I don’t believe anything has a supernatural explanation, so--no, not religious, not spiritual.

7. do you care about your ethnicity?

LOL, I am 1/8 Navajo, and growing up I was encouraged to be far more proud of that than was merited. I know next to nothing about Navajo culture, but that didn’t stop me from telling people about it as though it meant something to me personally when it actually didn’t. I don’t do that much anymore--sometimes I fall back into the habit though, to my shame.

I don’t think much about the other 7/8, though I did do a DNA test a few months ago that suggests I may have a little bit of Moorish ancestry by way of Al-Andalus, which is interesting to me because I love Spain, but other than that I don’t think my personal connection to my ethnicity is anything to be proud of.

8. what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime?

Enya, Adele, and Woodkid.

9. are you an artist?

Naw! I used to aspire to be one, but I’ve only drawn once in the past few years.

10. do you have a creed?

I live mostly by the Golden Rule these days, but with caveats. Not everyone deserves its protection.

11. describe your ideal day.

Wake up after sleeping the whole night through, have a breakfast of pancakes and bacon, go the gym, come back to write a nice long chapter with a break for a lunch of pizza, and finish out the day watching something entertaining/informative with a nice big dinner of hamburgers or spaghetti before going to bed with a sense that the day was well spent.

12. dog person or cat person?

Both! Dogs and cats are both awesome! My dream is have at least one of each who are best friends with each other, but it’s unlikely because when I do get pets, I’m going to adopt them from a shelter, so they’re likely to be adults who will tolerate each other but not be good friends.

13.inside or outdoors?

Both! Inside when it’s cold, outside when it’s warm/hot!

14. are you a musician?

I can sing okay! I learned to play the viola and the clarinet when I was growing up, but I haven’t played either for a while. If I get the money, I might take up the viola again.

15. five most influential books over your lifetime.

Lord of the Rings, Andromeda Strain, The Last Herald-Mage, Pride&Prejudice, 2010: Odyssey Two

16. if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?

NOPE. I am very much a product of my environment. The biggest factor in my childhood is the homophobic religion I was raised in--all things being equal, if I had been raised in an environment with a positive, neutral, or absent religion, my childhood would have been much, much better and I’d be a much healthier person.

18. what’s your patronus?

I haven’t been assigned one, but probably a cat or a pig.

19. which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?

I imagine I would be a muggle, but if I were a wizard, I would apparently be a Slytherin.

20. would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else?

I would like to live in the Star Trek universe. I think it has fairly positive outlooks and societal workings. I especially like the post-scarcity aspect that allows people to live their lives more or less independent of their chosen vocation. I’m sure it would be a paradise for artists and authors.

21. do you love easily?

I don’t know! I don’t think so, but I haven’t really been allowed or allowed myself to be in situations where I might fall in love. I don’t know whether that means I don’t love easily or just that I haven’t had the opportunity to.

22. list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order.

Browsing the Internet

Writing

Holding Myself Back

Sleeping

???

24. have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone?

Naw.

25. could you live as a hermit?

YES. That’s practically how I’ve been living lately--I’ve had a difficult relationship with society in general for the past year or so. The only caveat might be that I would still like an Internet connection, which probably doesn’t count as a hermit, but I've been thinking of disappearing into the wilderness.

28. on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?

On average? 5. Depends on the person, of course--if they’re conservative, it’s much, much easier. If they’re liberal, it’s harder.

29. three songs that you connect with right now.

New Rules - Dua Lipa

I Won’t Let You Down - OK Go

The Writing’s On the Wall - OK Go

30. pick one of your favorite quotes.

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.

-Philip K. Dick

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