Last Monday of the Week 2023-01-09
Back at it again at the [DATA EXPUNGED]
Listening: Vienna Teng, who I encountered in a fancam for industrial society set to Landsailor someone posted on here. Here it is:
Landsailor is good, Hymn to Breaking Strain vibes but from a more civilian perspective, it also has some great names for shit, my favourite being "lawbreaker" for heat pumps. Absolutely incredible.
Reading: Halfway through Fugitive Telemetry, I forgot I had it after I finished Network Effect and anyway, Network Effect was good but kinda too long to spend with Murderbot, the short story format definitely fits it better. I do like how it opens with a Murder(bot) Mystery.
Watching: Watched Scott Pilgrim vs. The World for the first time. It's fun to watch something that is so very of its time. A lot like Clerks in that I watched it way later but I can imagine that had my friends and I seen it back in high school we'd all have been insufferably quoting it at each other the way we did Pirates of the Caribbean. Being vegan just makes you better than other people.
The material is. Fine, I knew it was a Manic Pixie Dreamgirl-focussed movie but I had somehow not realized it had the whole evil exes thing. The parts are greater than the whole.
Making: Marathon cooking session for my dad's birthday, preparing a large set of meals with the added bonus of not having electricity for two hours in the middle of the day. Turned out fine. Ovens are great for preparing large quantities of food quickly, you can do a lot of prep up front and the oven is pretty predictable.
Playing: Started but have not finished An Airport for Aliens Currently Run By Dogs, a comedy fetch quest game by Xalavier Nelson Jr. et al, which is about maintaining your long distance relationship with your fiance while being the last two humans in the universe by meeting up in various airports (for aliens (currently run by dogs)).
The basic game loop is that you have A Place you need to get to to meet your fiance or a specific dog, and you can do that by getting a ticket and finding your way to the appropriate terminal. But the airport is entirely written in a made up substitution cipher so until you learn that you're trying to get around from context clues in increasingly bizarre airports. You often have to get Things for different dogs to get them to help you and eventually get your flight, so you have to figure out the right chain of stores to go to to get your flight on time.
It's fun, it's not that long as far as I'm aware, and it is a nice little thing to have to do. I've been playing it in the mornings before work pretty often.
Tools and Equipment: Slowly setting up Linux on my new laptop, as previously mentioned AMD hasn't put out sensor fusion hub drivers for these Renoir CPU's so while I am pursuing that, I have to have some way to do tablet things in the meantime. Enter lisgd(1).
lisgd(1) is a gesture recognition daemon that works with touchscreens. You can configure (through a config.def.h or through command line flags) a set of gestures and commands for them to execute. I've now set up gestures to control volume and screen brightness as well as to enable and disable the keyboard and rotate the screen for tablet mode stuff. Between that you can replicate all the things the sensor fusion hub is meant to be doing.
There are other ways to do gesture recognition but this one has good tuning options and is pretty platform agnostic. You can do things like very carefully adjust how long a gesture has to be to be recognized or what deviation from the ideal angle will still be picked up.
I'll probably end up writing or finding a little panel utility that will make brightness and volume control simpler, maybe even include the rotation settings there too, but for now this works well enough. That panel will still get triggered by a gesture, so lisgd(1) is going to be load bearing.
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Breathless
Oh goodness my first angst (still not enough angst because I'm a fluff girl). Reading angst hurts my heart, but writing this was kinda fun (thankfully it didn’t change my view on Young K/Brian). I’m sorry for the late submission to this request, I’m trying to do better. 🥺
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Warnings: ANGST, smut, swearing, oral, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating (woops), some fluff?
Word count: about 2k
Just one more night. That’s what I keep telling myself. One more night and I’ll end it with Brian...whatever we have. Why did I let myself fall so easily? My momma taught me better than to fall back into the arms of the man who broke my heart. He broke it once, he’ll just do it again, but the sex is too good to pass up. That’s all this is, it’s just sex.
A knock on my door startles me. I adjust my garter belt that fits snug on my thigh, hidden by my silk robe.
I open the door to the suave, irrisistable, sex demon. Fuck, he’s wearing his leather jacket. His hair is perfectly brushed back, he definitely showered before coming over. That’s a first. He brought a bottle of wine? What’s the special occasion? He also has a little black box with no label. The whole ensemble is giving me assumptions. Assumptions that make me want to vomit.
“Brian”, I greet, avoiding looking at the box and wine.
“Hi, baby”, he greets with an especially low, soft voice. I welcome him in.
“For you”, he gifts me the wine.
“What’s the occasion?”, I wonder, heading to the kitchen for some glasses.
“Have you looked at the calendar?”, he chuckles. Don’t fucking tell me. Is this our anniversary for when we were dating?
“Our anniversary?”, I furrow my brows. I pop the bottle and pour about halfway of the glass. Rosé, my favorite.
“I know it’s been a while since we broke up”, Brian shrugs, accepting a glass.
“A year”, I internally scowl. I take a long drink of my wine.
“Do you ever wish we got back together?”, he mumbles. Thank goodness I swallowed before he said that, or else I’ll be choking.
“Did you forget what happened, Brian? Or do you need a refresher?”, my skin crawls, my face showing my internal scowl. He has a thing for seeing me mad. He loves the fiery passion in my eyes. There would be a game to see how angry I could get before I would pounce him and fuck the angry out of me. I could tell tonight is going to be one of those nights.
“Enlighten me”, he encourages, taking a long sip, staring deep into my eyes. The little box sits beside me. The curiosity of that box is killing me. It could be anything.
“You love attention. Any attention. You thrive on validation, either as an artist or a person. You’re a slave to vanity. Someone calls you pretty and you want more, refusing to stop till you’re satisfied”, I slowly elaborate, keeping my composure. He finishes his wine and puts the glass on the countertop behind me. He stands in front of me, hands on the countertop, trapping me with his body. Does he think this will intimidate me? That's bold of him.
“I won’t stop till I’m satisfied?”, he purses his lip.
“Any woman who gives you the slightest bit of interest, you make it your goal to have them submit to you. Your sick game of wanting women to fall at your feet”, I continue. I finish my wine, Brian puts the glass behind me.
“You fell at my feet”, he smirks.
“Pathetic of me”, I snarl.
“You seemed to enjoy it for years”, he bites his lip. His cock is getting harder by the minute. I grab his bulge and stroke the length over his jeans. He bows his head, taking a deep breath.
“So did that whore”, I whisper in his ear.
“Tell me about her”, he breaths. I play with his tip.
“The escort you’ve been paying to fuck since we started dating? You didn’t think I would find out about your toy. I was in denial for years, but you wanted me to know. You wanted me to know how replaceable I am”, I get choked up. I’ve been taking therapy since the breakup to cope. This shit really fucked me up and saying it out loud doesn’t make it better. I’m not getting angry, I’m getting flushed.
“I told you I would leave her”, Brian whispers. I squeeze on his length.
“You thought I would believe you, but I knew better. You wanted power”, I sniffle.
“It was wrong of me to want both”, he moans.
“Yes it was!”, I yell, yanking my hand back from his crotch. He puts his hand behind my head and rubs his thumb with the grain of my hair.
“Have regrets now, Brian?”, I sniffle. He pulls me into a kiss. This doesn’t feel like the sexual tension type of kiss from the past year, this feels like the romantic first kiss from when we started dating. No matter how much I want to have this kiss, I have to stop. I push him away.
“No! You can’t just kiss me and expect me to shut up about you fucking me up!”, I shout.
“I know I can’t make it up to you”, Brian sighs.
“That’s right, you can’t”, I cross my arms, breaking eye contact with him.
“Do you want me to leave?”, his voice softens. He realizes he broke me. I’m not playing anymore.
“After tonight, I don’t want to see you again”, I bite the bullet.
“Do you want me to leave now?”, he turns mousy. I should say yes.
“No”, I mumble.
“Can I kiss you?”, he whispers. I appreciate the asking for consent. He was always good at that when we were dating. I nod. His fingers comb my hair, to soothe me.
“I’m sorry. About everything”, Brian apologizes.
“Enlighten me”, I quote him.
“I should have stopped seeing her when we started dating and I should have told you about it anyway. You’re the only girl for me”, he spills his heart.
“Don’t say shit you don’t mean, Brian”, I glare at him. A hand slips to the small of my back, pulling me to him.
“You’re an incredible woman. I don’t deserve you”, he continues.
“That’s right, you don’t”, I subtly smile.
“Being with you was the best part of my life”, he whispers in my ear.
“I won’t stop loving you”, he adds. Don’t. Don’t say that.
“You still love me?”, I close my eyes to embrace the little breaths on my ear.
“I never stopped, I couldn’t”, confesses.
“Fuck you, Brian”, I whimper before meeting his lips. A tear falls down my cheek. How does he know exactly what to say? No, no, no! This is exactly what he wants! I said it’s over and he’ll do anything to keep this going. Brian takes my hand and leads us to my bedroom. He notices my tears and stops us from going further.
“Baby”, he whispers, wiping the tears away.
“You really fucked me up, Brian”, my voice cracks.
“I know”, he breaths, untying the belt of my robe.
“Why did you keep her after all these years?”, I continue.
“You said it yourself, I won’t stop till I’m satisfied”, he admits. He slips the robe off my shoulders, letting it fall. Brian hisses from the sight of me in my new bra and pantie set with the garter belt.
“Was I not enough for you? Did I not make you happy?”, I sniffle. He halts.
“Don’t say that about yourself. I’m the problem, I got greedy”, his voice changes from soothing to stern.
“Will you always be greedy?”, I raise my voice.
“No! After the breakup, I ended it with her. I haven’t seen her since and I don’t plan on ever calling her again”, he matches the volume. Really? He ended things with her? Is he just saying that?
“You better not be fucking lying to me”, I run my fingers through his hair.
“I wanted to become a better person”, he swallows his pride.
“Prove to me how much of a better person you became”, I flutter my eyelashes. He unhooks my bra and let it fall on top of the robe. His fingers outline my silhouette: my arms, shoulders, breasts, waist, hips. How could the most delicate touch feel so intense? How could he get me from disgruntled to needy in the matter of seconds with his fingertips?
“Brian”, I breathlessly moan, feeling needy for more. He strips naked and plays with the material of my panties. His cock never looked more beautiful.
“On the bed, face up”, he whispers a command. I lay on my bed, teasing him by sweetly keeping my legs closed, acting prudish was one of our favorites because he knows just how dirty I could get. Sitting between my legs, he lifts my leg with the garter belt and kisses a trail from my ankle to the delicate strap of lace. His teeth tugs the lace off. This is a different Brian. He hasn't taken his time like this since the breakup. Usually at arrangements like this, he would come in, fuck me for an hour or two then leave. We would've been done with round one by now. He runs his hands along my outer thigh, feeling the silky skin he can't get enough of.
"Please", I beg for more. The call of my neediness ignites a fire in his eyes.
"Yes? Talk to me", he teases, massaging my inner thigh.
"Just fuck me, Brian", I groan from frustration.
"I told you I wanted to become a better person. You deserve more than just a fuck, you deserve to feel good", he scoffs, slipping the panties off me, tossing it to the pile on the floor.
"What are you going to do to me?", I get anxious.
"Don't worry about it, baby. Just relax and let me do my thing", he smoothly hushes me. He pushes my legs apart, giving me a deliciously good stretch. He hisses through his teeth at the sight of my glistening pussy that calls for him. Without hesitation he bends over to lick stripes along my slit, still holding my legs. He syncs his tongue with his hands, giving muscle relaxing massages to my inner thigh as he swirls between folds. I'm already breathless. I don't know what to grab. Do I grab his hair, my blankets? He looks so beautiful, I almost forgot how long it's been since he went down on me. I brush his hair back that was almost covering his eyes. He looks up at me, giving me a sexy little wink. He hooks his arms around my thighs to keep them open as he goes deeper, my hand not leaving his hair. I arch my back when his nose tickles my clit, a mousy whimper trapped in my throat. He laughs at the feeling of me coming undone. My pussy pulsates under his lips, making the warm knot in my stomach turn. I need a distraction, I can't cum this soon.
"What's in the black box you brought?", I moan, hoping he could stop to show me so my knot can loosen up.
"My apartment key", he reveals, lips not leaving my quivering pussy. His apartment key? He doesn't even have a key to my place! Wait...he did have an ulterior motive coming here.
"And a surprise for later", he chuckles, tongue teasing my entrance. My grip on his hair tightens. The surprise could be anything. I don't remember talking to him about getting toys, or at least not recently. Could it be something he wants me to try on? We already have a drawer full of toys, so what could this be?
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