#ATS Algorithms

[ourjobagency]

Applicant Tracking System (ATS) Usage Report: Key Shifts and Strategies for Job Seekers

The job market is an ever-evolving landscape, and one of the significant game-changers in recent years has been the adoption of Applicant Tracking Systems (ATS) by companies to streamline their hiring processes. In this blog, we will explore the key shifts in ATS usage in 2023 and provide valuable strategies for job seekers to navigate this increasingly automated recruitment world.

The Growing Role of ATS in Recruitment

Applicant Tracking Systems have been a staple in HR departments for years, but their influence continues to expand. In 2023, ATS technology has become more sophisticated, capable of analyzing not only resumes but also social media profiles, work portfolios, and online assessments. This shift signifies the need for job seekers to adapt and optimize their profiles accordingly.

Key Shifts in ATS Usage:

AI-Driven Matching: ATS now employ advanced AI algorithms to match candidates with job descriptions. They analyze keywords, skills, and even sentiment analysis to assess cultural fit.

Assessment Tools: Many companies use ATS to administer pre-screening assessments, evaluating candidates' skills and compatibility with the role.

Social Media Integration: ATS have integrated social media scraping capabilities, allowing them to gather additional insights about candidates. Job seekers need to maintain a professional online presence.

Diversity and Inclusion: Companies are using ATS to track diversity and inclusion metrics. This underscores the importance of emphasizing diverse experiences and skills on your resume.

Strategies for Job Seekers in the ATS Era

Navigating the ATS-driven job market in 2023 requires a strategic approach. Here are some key strategies to increase your chances of success:

1. Tailor Your Resume

Customize your resume for each application by incorporating keywords from the job description. ATS are more likely to select resumes that closely match the job's requirements.

2. Build an Online Presence

Maintain an updated LinkedIn profile and other relevant social media profiles. Ensure that the information is consistent with your resume. Highlight your skills, achievements, and professional network.

3. Optimize Your Cover Letter

While many job applications don't require a cover letter, if you decide to include one, tailor it to the job you're applying for. Use keywords and phrases from the job description to demonstrate your suitability for the role.

4. Expand Your Skill Set

Invest in continuous learning and skills development. ATS often prioritize candidates with up-to-date skills and relevant certifications.

5. Quantify Achievements

Incorporate quantifiable achievements and results in your resume. Use metrics and numbers to showcase your contributions in previous roles.

6. Network Strategically

Leverage your professional network to learn about job openings. Employee referrals are often highly regarded by ATS.

7. Research the Company

Before applying, research the company and its culture. Tailor your application to align with their values and goals.

8. Follow Application Instructions

Carefully follow the application instructions provided by the employer. ATS may automatically reject applications that don't comply.

9. Review and Revise

Proofread your resume and application materials for errors. Simple mistakes can lead to rejection by ATS.

10. Seek Professional Help

Consider consulting a career coach or resume writer who specializes in ATS optimization to ensure your documents are ATS-friendly.

Conclusion

As Applicant Tracking Systems continue to play a pivotal role in the hiring process in 2023, job seekers must adapt to this new reality. By tailoring their application materials, optimizing their online presence, and staying informed about ATS trends, candidates can enhance their chances of standing out in a competitive job market. Remember, while ATS can be a challenge, they are ultimately designed to help employers find the best-fit candidates, and with the right strategies, you can become one of them.

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[mymybeloved]

about to just reblog posts w this when ever people think they ate up an idea

[herbaklava]

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[javier-pena]

since my javier peña hottest moments series has been getting a lot of love recently, how would you guys feel about me trying to make a joel miller hottest moments series 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

[cicaklah]

I redid my sculptures head since he was weirdly flat and added more chest hair because you can never have too much lbr.

Update pics week 5/6

[queenmeve]

So many of my non-tumblr socials full of posts about people losing their pets or pics of dead animals that I’m considering just fucking deleting every single one of them

[aiweirdness]

They trained an AI model on a widely used knee osteoarthritis dataset to see if it would be able to make nonsensical predictions - whether the patient ate refried beans, or drank beer. It did, in part by somehow figuring out where the x-ray was taken.

The authors point out that AI models base their predictions on sneaky shortcut effects all the time; they're just easier to identify when the conclusions (beer drinking) are clearly spurious.

Algorithmic shortcutting is tough to avoid. Sometimes it's based on something easy to identify - like rulers in images of skin cancer, or sicker patients getting their chest x-rays while lying down.

But as they found here, often it's a subtle mix of non-obvious correlations. They eliminated as many differences between x-ray machines at different sites as they could find, and the model could still tell where the x-ray was taken - and whether the patient drank beer.

AI models are not approaching the problem like a human scientist would - they'll latch onto all sorts of unintended information in an effort to make their predictions.

This is one reason AI models often end up amplifying the racism and gender discrimination in their training data.

When I wrote a book on AI in 2019, it focused on AIs making sneaky shortcuts.

Aside from the vintage generative text (Pumpkin Trash Break ice cream, anyone?), the algorithmic shortcutting is still completely recognizable today.

[imaluvsj7]

緑 ──── NIGHT WALK & SHARED MEMORIES ; park jongseong

SYNOPSIS : reader and fiance jay share some memories and laughter along with some words of appreciation for each other

PAIRINGS : female reader x jay enhypen

GENRE : fluff, slighty suggestive but no smut / no nsfw ; WC : 1,323

WARNINGS : english is not my first language, proofread but there are chances of typos and mistakes mention of marriage, food (seafood) mentioned, slightly traumatic dump of the reader being an older sibling and child, jay being a single child mentioned, past family arguments and disagreement mentioned for the plot but no argument occurring, slightly cringe couple talks, that's it!!! It's all fluff and safe to read.

AUTHORS NOTE : there are so little sfw jay works, so me being a responsible jay stan fulfilling my jay girlies, writers please write about jay I can't find many works to read also if you all have any jay recs please drop :((

DISCLAIMER : This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

second person pov:

Sitting inside the car, you grab your purse and your essentials and throw it in the backseat while getting comfortable. “I ate so much today, my stomach is about to burst out.”

Jay laughed, who was buckling his seatbelt and soon moved forward to buckle yours, noticing you still hadn't, probably taking your time to sit comfortably because of the full stomach.

“Yeah you devoured the marinated crabs and boiled seafood sweetheart, your little humming during eating gave it away.” Jay said while starting the car and softly laughing at your expression as you sighed loudly.

“Hey mister, blame my internet algorithm, the videos kept coming in my fyp. I had to try and let's not forget your expression while you were eating those boiled corn covered in species.” “Okay can you blame me, those corn were so delicious, probably one of the best I ate.”

“I knew that you would love them, anyways jongie can we go to the park before returning home. I’m really full and I need to walk or else I will keep tossing and turning while trying to sleep.” “Yeah sure baby, it's 10 p.m right now we can have a little walk.”

After some minutes of driving to the park nearest to your shared apartment, Jongseong parks the car a few meters away from the park near an area that looks scheduled for parking. You both get out and hold hands while walking in the park.

It was night time so there wasn't anyone and it was comforting silence just how you loved the park. “Remember when we were eighteen years old, we used to meet everyday in the park after dinner.” Jongseong said to you while you both walked together.

“Yeah, oh god how can I forget that jongie. Some days you used to get scolded by your parents because of me.” “Well you loved parks because of its comforting silence during night time and you loved to swing while we both talked so I couldn't miss out on that.”

“It was such an amazing time, I'm so glad I got to spend my last teenage years with you and now we are adults and living life together.” He confessed while caressing your hand. “Me too seong, I can't believe so many years have passed and we are blessed to stand together. I remember being so scared of dating anyone because I was scared of not being treated how I wanted.”

“Can't blame you my love, don't be offended. I love your family with all my heart but they are a traditional family with a little orthodox mindset and you being the older child, you had to bear everything and also manage everything.

All the times you had to approach your parents and your siblings to resolve their bickering and small fights because the generation gap created different points of view among them and you were my sweet little smart big brain girl who used to listen to both sides and resolve the issues.”

“That's all I could do, jongie, my siblings were 4 and 5 years younger than me so they just couldn't understand how to meddle in things without arguments and my parents couldn't understand their teenage thoughts.”

“And I'm so proud of you for that sweetheart. You have handled everything so well. I used to and I still do admire the way you used to handle things in your family at the young age of seventeen, prioritising your family and siblings but still standing up for yourself when it was required.”

“I love you seong so much.” “I love you more sweetheart, always have and always will.” “I’m so glad and thank whoever sent you in my life, jongie, the times I had no one to share anything with and carrying the burden of being an older child, you held me and let me cry without any judgement and always collected me while calming me down.

I can't describe how much I needed you in my life, all I can say is you are my comfort seongie. I find peace with you.” You said while hugging his biceps while you both were still walking.

“I’m glad to be your comfort and peace love, you're also someone who I found when I needed you the most. When everyone looked at me like I'm the most patient, understanding and calm person who can never be overwhelmed you were there for me you know.

Always asking me if I'm really alright and when I used to feel anxious or overwhelmed you used to listen to me with all your attention. I can't describe in words how many times I needed someone beside me just for solace and I found you.”

“We were definitely meant to be you know, me being the oldest daughter who barely used to open up and you being the only child who people thought was perfect in every aspect.” “Definitely my love, I love how we always understand each other and always know how to communicate.”

“Seong, do you remember when Mrs. Jung said how an oldest daughter and only child is going to be a disaster during our university.” You both loudly crackle at the memory. “Of course I do gosh, she warned you how you will end up playing the role of a mom to a spoiled brat because she knew me as a rich single child through others.”

“Oh god don't remind me, she was genuinely sweet and knew about me from my childhood, in a way she was my therapist. When she saw how generous you are and how you treat me she told me to never let go of you and we should invite her to our wedding.”

“Well she is invited isn't she,” he said while softly kissing your ring finger which held a beautiful ring that reminded you how in three months you will tie the knot with the guy who made your breathing easy by existing.

“I can't wait to meet everyone again jay, we will be married” you said while tearing up and looking up at him. “I can't wait either, after spending 7 years with you I will finally get the honor of being your husband. The boys were arguing in the group chat yesterday about who is going to be the best man.”

He said while wiping your tears and you both had another fit of laughter. “So have you decided yet?” You asked while taking his hand and sitting on a beach after thirty minutes of walking. “I'm so confused darling, I know they all love each other and won't be offended by my choice but I can't choose.”

“How about all of them, it's our wedding. You can change some traditions.” “I love your idea, we will think about it later but for now let's go back yeah. I'm getting sleepy.” “Sure, I'm tired after walking with a full stomach but it feels better.”

“Hope on then.” You looked at him while patting your thighs. “Are you sure babe.” “A hundred percent, we need to walk a few minutes to the car. Let me carry my queen.” “Okay Mr. Big boy I appreciate the offer but you're tired baby I can walk.”

“But baby I swear I can-” “I never said you can't be a big boy but give yourself rest.” “It's okay I can-” You pull his collar just slightly since he was already close to you while locking your lips together silencing him.

He sighed softly while closing the remaining gap and grabbing your hips from one hand and the other moving from waist to your neck slowly. While kissing each other for a few minutes you pull away to take a breath, “Let's go now.” You grab his hand and walk towards the gate, leaving the park with another set of memories to remember for your future.

꩜ .ᐟ NOTE : this is my 3rd written work so please forgive me if it's not that interesting to read I'm still learning and if you liked it please leave some feedbacks because I'm not sure about my written works so boost my confidence if you like it. And it was a completely different plot i planned to write, i started with a different idea but the plot wasn't fitting the title so I changed the whole plot and title. I will probably write the first idea later <33

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[hrrtshape]

　　　　　　　　　　　3 nights in the in-between

hi. i shifted to my waiting room and obviously everything was devastatingly adorable. so here’s the lowdown before my soul bursts out of my collarbones from trying to contain the serotonin . .

　　shift length : 3 days but like… biblical. i was alba on day one. alba on day two. and then alba again on day three. except in this essay alba is a state of metaphysical blondeness and not a roman martyr. i was soft-lit. i was god’s favourite jpeg. i woke up like i’d been cured of every disease i didn’t know i had. i woke up honey-glazed and airbrushed. i woke up as if lana del rey herself had kissed my eyelids and whispered, "no thoughts, just frosted roses."　

　　place : the cinderella manor and no like. this is not an architectural joke. this place is disneycore™. not tasteful-italian-villa pinterest-core. it’s birds and rococo staircases that creak when you giggle too loud. it’s baroque-but-make-it-fairytale. like if sofia coppola directed a sleepover. you blink and suddenly your reality is being scored by harp strings and pink icing.　

　　　　　　　okay so ,

there’s a private cinema hidden behind a copy of the divine comedy. push it like a girlboss opening a portal to hell and BAM!! letterboxd-core viewing experience unlocked. i watched actual movies (auteur realness) AND got to view curated top-ten-most-deranged moments with coryo. it was like a highlight reel of my delusions. i was giggling like an orphan seeing snow for the first time.

kitchen stocked with marie-antoinette-adjacent snacks. like petit fours. sugar-dusted things that don’t exist in the waking world. i had a raspberry macaron. it knew too much. it was watching me.

lucifer was there btw. the lucifer. devil of hell. morning star. slay incarnate. jk the cat. he’s a literal infernal entity but he cuddles like a plushie possessed by the spirit of a golden retriever. we watched a noir movie together and he fell asleep on my shoulder. duality of cat etc etc.

my wardrobe was pinterest-core to the point of hallucination. like it was curated by an algorithm that knows my blood type. little bows. embroidered stuff. silk things. pretty dresses. i dressed like i was haunting an opera house.

my bedside table knew me biblically. it had whatever i needed before i even wanted it. a book. a journal. rosé. a phone. a lip balm.

i also had a telescope. like. capital-T telescope. i could see the stars. constellations were making a groupchat just for me. i saw venus doing a twirl.

back garden = eternal picnic. gingham blankets. dewy grass. someone always playing the cello in the distance. i ate strawberries and i was being filmed in soft focus. not really, at least i hope not.

also… scripted tiktok edits of my dr selves. narcissism... yes. therapeutic.... also yes. i was literally watching someone edit ME in final cut pro to hozier songs. i saw my fame dr on a red carpet and got secondhand butterflies.

there’s a lake. didn’t go in. was too pretty. too sacred. it glistened like the inside of a pearl. i stood there for ages like a protagonist mid-season arc. it changed me.

coraline door moment!!!!!!! it exists. it's small. gold-trimmed. do i know where it leads? no. did i script that? also no. is it ominously glowing sometimes? slay

i did script a small town nearby. never entered. cowardice won that battle. but its little cobbled streets were visible through the manor windows and they looked like plotlines waiting to happen. maybe next time.

have i mentioned the massive teddy bear. like. he’s just sitting there. coryo-sized. plushie of the void. i’ve sobbed into him twice and he took it like a champ. emotionally supportive king.

the AIR. smelled like… warm vanilla. roses. post-cry clarity. a scent that makes you feel forgiven. girl i don’t even know what the molecules were doing but they were in sync.

the manor isn’t like… photogenic. it’s animated. i live in a disney animated original movie but with higher stakes and better set design. the floorboards squeak narratively.

library includes painting zone. one night i stayed up tracing brushstrokes and the moonlight was literally bending to make me look artsy. it was like painting inside a poem. cried a little. obviously.

now. mirror. the mirror. i looked into it and saw every version of blonde me. honey blonde. platinum. 90s supermodel blonde. messy juliette lewis blonde. soul left my body and came back.....i need to bleach my hair.

my teapot brews based on my subconscious. i woke up to vanilla-rose-lavender earl grey with tiny sugar cubes that giggled when i stirred them. it’s fine. it’s normal. it’s called being built different.

also. trunk of film cameras. every one records me in a different genre. my tuesday was shot like a wes anderson girlhood docu-comedy. thursday had horror lighting. friday was soft focus teen romcom with slow fades. i am my own filmography.

anyway. it was perfect. 3-day slay. i’m in mourning now. but i’m also planning my next arrival. maybe next time i’ll open the coraline door. maybe i’ll dive into the lake. maybe coryo will show up and ruin my life in a cute way. who knows.

ok love you bye.

[fatliterature]

The Streamer

Something was happening to Carlos. 

Before it began, he was an early 20s hoodie-wearing streamer boy. See his tub of protein powder on the shelf behind him, his laundry basket in the corner, his gym bottle reflecting the blue LED lights of his room. He had all the gear, the lights, the mic, a good brb animation, his subscriber count wasn’t crazy but he was happy with his progress. ‘What is uppp guys uhhhhhh I’m gonna stream some Fortnite tonight guys… but I also wanna watch some stupid videos on YouTube maybe?’ See his face framed by his hood. He’s cute, he has big dark eyes and thick eyebrows, lots of potential. This is the night he makes a mistake. ‘Okay okay okay lemme get up my YouTube okay I have uhhhh…’ He shares his screen with the viewers. There is a kind of guilty pleasure in seeing a streamer’s screen shared for a few seconds, a weird wallpaper, a messy desktop, how many notifications? He opens the browser and brings up YouTube. It’s the usual recommended videos, they look like yours, games, video essays, meme compilations. But what’s that? The bottom right hand corner. There is a recommended video. It’s on his ‘watch again’ list. The screen changes but it’s too late. The chat starts to react. ‘Uhhhhh what are you all talking about?’ There’s a long pause. Belly play video. Belly play video. Bro…. Belly play video? WTF LMAOOOOOOOOO. Bro is watching belly play videos whatttt. OMG. No. No, no, no, no. ‘Chill. Someone uhhhh somebody sent that to me as a joke chat literally chill.’ It’s fine. They’ll move on. They’ll forget it. Jesus why would the algorithm do him dirty like this. Last time he ever shares his screen on his YouTube homepage. Plus, it was TRUE, somebody had sent him it as a joke, and he had loved it, he’d laughed and watched it again, and again, and again. Each time laughing less, each time getting a little quieter, totally perplexed, and… curious. ‘OKAY guys, we’re gonna go to Fortnite.’ He thinks the moment is forgotten. But someone watching him won’t forget. 

It’s a few months later. And chat is driving him crazy. He had started eating on stream, just snacks and whatever. But someone in the chat was making it into a thing. 600 calories! The first time they did it he barely noticed. But the next time he ate… 450 calories! Was that the same person in the chat? 1800 calories!!! OMG yesss! Okay, so every time he ate something, they were gonna comment the amount of calories it had, kind of a weird joke. Also, what the fuck, this meal has 1800 calories? He finished his soda. 400 more calories! Keep it up king! Fuck. Something about this was making his brain feel funny. ‘Chat why is everyone calorie counting me? Let me live!’ He looked away from his game for a second and read the chat. We love it king. You should eat more. Everyone spam 5000 CALORIE GOAL in the chat right NOW. 5000 calorie goal!! 5000 calorie goal king Carlos!! You can do it! BANG! He looked back at his game. Game over. You placed #80th. ‘Fuck.’ How long had he been staring at those words? ‘Alright guys, clearly I suck at this game tonight.’ His heart beat a little faster. ‘You wanna see me reach 5000 calories by the end of the stream? Get me to 5000 subscribers! Then maybe I’ll think about it you fucking weirdos.’ 

It’s a few months later again. This is where it’s safe to say, something was happening to Carlos. He tried not to think about it too much. His audience of subscribers had grown, a lot. And they seemed to be in on the joke. It was a joke by the way, the calorie counter at the top of the screen, which had made the chat go WILD when he first put it up to make them laugh. Carlos found that the more he leaned into the joke, the more his subscribers grew. The more he did what they wanted, the more they came back for more. The more he ate, the bigger he got. And he had definitely gotten bigger. ‘I mean chat, look at me, you’ve made me blow up it’s not even funny, I don’t move off this chair and you want me to RAISE the daily calorie goal are you insane?’ He jiggled a little when he laughed. His brain felt funny a lot of the time now, it made him feel kind of foggy, to play along with this. But what was he doing? He had actually gained weight… and he had yes, gained a lot of subscribers too. And they loved it, they loved it more than the games he was streaming. His breathing got a little faster. What if my subscriber count just kept getting bigger? What if I kept it up? Could this be like, my gimmick? Ge could just let his chat decide how big…. His breathing got a lot faster. Up until this point, he had denied the semi erection that happened every time he started thinking like this. He tried not to think about it too much. But he wanted those subscribers, he wanted his platform to grow… he wanted…to grow. What? ‘Chat I think you guys are messing with my head.’ A long pause. The comments appeared… We just want you to be who you truly are - Calorie Carlos! Omg yes. Calorie Carlos… our fat streamer boy. Carlos felt dizzy. Calorie Carlos! Our growing streamer pig lmaoooo. Okay, his erection wasn’t going away. What the fuck was happening. He tried not to think about it, as he reached for the keyboard. He tried not to think about it, as he raised the daily calorie counter to 6000 a day, he tried not to think about it, as he lifted his hoodie, jiggled his belly for the camera, and changed his name to Calorie_Carlos. 

It’s a year later. The games Carlos plays are almost irrelevant. The calorie counter glows in the corner of the screen, it makes sounds and animates as it tracks his every meal, and every time it updates the chat goes wild. The more he gave in, the more he shared his growing belly and showed himself eating, the more every stream filled with responses. Encouragement. Looking good Calorie Carlos! Looking BIG. Keep growing! This changed the landscape of his chat. It…. turned him on, it KEPT him turned on. And eventually it began to change the landscape of his brain. Good streamer. Good piggy. Never stop. He couldn’t get away from it. The hazy brain fog that happened when he read these things, it became how he spent most of his days. Show your belly in the next 1000 calories king. Good fat boy! Eat more for us. What effect did this have on Carlos? He stopped worrying about why this turned him on, the validation he received from so many subscribers meant his mind was filled with encouragement and gluttony, it struggled to find space for anything else. His personality began to change. See his tubs of ice cream on the desks around him, his neglected gym gear pushed into the corner and hidden under empty pizza boxes, his 2 litre bottles of soda reflecting the pink LED lights of his room. He is Calorie Carlos. ‘What is upppp guys uhhhh URPP tonight I’m getting a HUGE fast food order and I’m gonna rate it all as I eat it, I know you all wanna see this massive belly when it’s full ha! Well, you’ll just have to keep watching.’

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

My dumbest TWST headcanons

Yuu: everyone has forgotten their name and preferred pronouns. No one is willing to ask after so long, hence everyone calling them 'prefect' all the time

Grim: he is the reason why no dorm has tried to get Yuu to transfer in. They simply do not want him and unfortunately they are a package deal

Riddle: cannot handle spice. He ate a bell pepper once and started sobbing incoherently. Bell peppers are notoriously non-spicy

Trey: has mom hands in that he can handle hot plates without even flinching because he has permanently ruined the nerve endings in his hands from all of the times he's handled hot baking trays without mitts

Cater: has only like 7 Magicam followers because, as fun as his tags are, they aren't great for the algorithm

Deuce: has been told "that's unfortunate" multiple times after introducing himself. Does not understand why. No one tell him.

Ace: the type to never wait for his food to finish cooling. He burns his tongue at least once a day. He will never learn. Nor will he ever actually taste anything he puts in his mouth. Uses this for bets ("bet you that I can eat *insert the most disgusting concoction ever*" "don't...")

Leona: the entire school has a group chat devoted to the most insane places they've found Leona sleeping. Nothing has managed to top the time someone spotted him curled up in a cauldron that the first years were about to use for Alchemy. (Ruggie has tried to bribe his way into this group chat multiple times but everyone is too scared of Leona to give it to him)

Ruggie: the type to dump trauma on you without realizing it's messed up. Jack asked him once "Where'd you get that" and pointed to a scar and Ruggie was like "oh yeah that's from the time a guy stabbed me" and Jack has never asked him anything since

Jack: complains constantly about how big his tail is because it keeps wagging and giving away his tsundere-ness. Wants a little tail he can stuff into his pant legs to hide it

Azul: his glasses are fake. He thinks they make him look intimidating

Jade: will make fun of people for yawning in front of him. ("Scandalous" "????") He refuses to explain

Floyd: bites people he likes. Moray eel bites can cause paralysis and even beyond that his teeth are wicked sharp. This has caused several misunderstandings in his life

Kalim: everyone know's he's coming because all of his jewelry clink against each other. Like a cat with a bell on its collar. There is a betting ring about whether Jamil planned for this or if it's just how Kalim is that has spread schoolwide

Jamil: has absolutely responded to Kalim saying "Treat spiders the way you want to be treated" with "Killed without hesitation". Unironically

Vil: has accidentally cursed his own food several times. Never anything serious, but you would think it was with the expression of utter horror on his face every time

Rook: is the one in class to deal with bugs. He will pull a hairband out of his pocket (saved for this very occasion, or in the horrible case that Vil's hair tie might snap) and snipe the bug out of midair

Epel: constantly tries to get away with breaking rules right under Vil's nose. Out of spite. He has yet to succeed, but insists he WILL. One day. He will not

Idia: has lamented sending his tablet to class several times because he can't play some of his favorite games when it's away. Does not seem to realize that he would not be able to play those games while in class anyways

Ortho: has programmed idle animations

Malleus: his horns constantly hit the top of doorways. The entire room will go very quiet when this happens because they're scared if they breathe they will laugh and they Can Not Laugh At Malleus Draconia

Lilia: upon finding out his true age, the first question he is always asked is how his cooking is seriously "like that"

Silver: will wake up, find a miscellaneous animal sleeping on him, and go back to sleep because he would rather die than wake up the poor thing

Sebek: banned from the school library. There is no librarian so it literally doesn't change anything there's no one to enforce it but he still won't go in on principle

Crowley: has submitted a tax form with simply the word "No" on it. Is not sure why it didn't work

Crewel: messed up a potion once in front of a class. Swore everyone to secrecy about it. It is the only secret that has not spread through the school

Trein: has been called by his cat's name more than once

Vargas: students are often late to things because "Coach Vargas is hunting students for sport again :( ughhhh"

Sam: will trip students he doesn't like over 'loose floorboards'

[icantdothistodaybruh]

[[Tumblr ate another Anon's ask about my way of drawing\painting I can't with this app😭😭😭 If half a year later this ask mysteriously reappears in my notes like previous I'll edit screenshot of it up here, other then that I just hope you'll still see this post, dear Anon🕯🥀]]

Hello Anon!

I made a quick timelapse of one of my old-ish work for you, under the cut I'll go into more details about the process! I hope it'll be of use to you, but don't expect some crazy insights, I'm a messy artist ahjkakhj

So, step one! When the sketch is clean enough for me, I go in with plain colours to block out objects that I'll be refining on separate layers later. At the same time it helps me take a step back from details and break down the image into bigger, simpler shapes, so it's easier to find better composition and proportions.

Step two (actual colouring) Usually my brain shuts down on me on that part too, Anon… Basically I use a very limited palette at the start and gradually build up more hues and contrasts as I go. Sometimes I do a gray scale drawing first to get my values right, but this one is simple and was more of a vent&relax piece for me so there is none of that haha Also, since I tend to work on as little layers as possible and merge sketch layer and colour layer together at literally the first opportunity I get, most of the times I have a copy of my sketch saved on a separate hidden layer in case I overdo the painting part and need some roughness back.

Step three, Details! And when I say details I mean

D E T A I L S .

There is simply something magical in squiggly lines and dots… I can never fight them…

There is not much of advise I can really give you here, just do what feels right to you, what looks beautiful to you. Make your art finished in the way you see it finished, take another step back and ask yourself "what's missing? what feels undone? empty?". Combine styles, find new patterns and brushes, most importantly HAVE FUN!!!

Sooner or later you'll find the perfect algorithm for painting and drawing, only to 5, 20, 50 works down the line realize that's something in your own style doesn't sit right with you anymore and feels rather routinish and start that journey anew.

Never stop your searching, chase after your own definition of beauty because without you there will be nobody to show it to others.

[tanuki-voice]

Your body ballooned when you gave in to eating junk. There was nothing like the feeling of being stuffed, feeling the sugars and saturated fats crawling through your veins. You loved it, were given over to it, totally addicted. In the end, the thing that broke down your inhibitions wasn't their relentless advertising, or even the clever marketing. It was the coupons.

It began simply: you would come home from work tired and hungry, and order fast food. To expedite the process, you'd downloaded all the value apps for the places in your area. The promises of free stuff and quicker ordering was too good to pass up. However, you'd forgotten to turn off notifications.

Every so often, your phone would ding with a new deal, a temptation, a siren's call to get you to order in exchange for deep discounts. In the beginning, these were free fries, an upgrade to a larger soda, a cheaper sandwich. All the same, on those late nights, it sounded good. Why not treat yourself once in a while?

Of course, soon, "once in a while" turned into "every few days", then "every other day", until you found yourself becoming slowly dependent on the offers, a bit of elation from every little perk. The more you ordered, the more their algorithm could read you, serving you exactly what you desired, calling you each day at the proper time. As if trained, you would feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and your mouth would begin to water. It was time to order.

The algorithm, of course, was not entirely in tune with your identity. It was a being designed to generate profit. By ordering so much, so often, you had managed to convince it you were a large household, and it reacted accordingly. The deals changed to suit this belief, family size meals, multi-packs, pastries by the dozen. You ordered them all, gorging yourself without end to fuel your ravenous appetite.

What began as a dinner routine extended to other meals, and soon after that you'd even find yourself going through the drive-thru for a quick snack between meals. To live in such gluttony, messily pigging out without end, shoveling food into your mouth day after day, brought you such pleasure. You found yourself going back, again and again, every day, consumed by the desire for more. Tonight was no different.

Reclined into your sofa, you awoke from a potent carb nap. Your lunch, two large pizzas, half a dozen donuts, an order of chicken wings, and a 40oz soda, had truly taken it out of you. Your enormous belly strained your comfy pajama pants, barely covered by an extra large t-shirt. Your hands comfortably rested on its pillowy softness. Through the mountains of squishy fat, you felt it rumble. It was time for dinner. And right on schedule, your phone buzzed.

With potent glee you snatched it up. Today, if you ordered in the next hour, you could get a meal for four, burgers, onion rings and milkshakes. The kicker: order now and get two more burgers free. Your payment details had never danced across the screen faster, and thirty minutes later three greasy bags full of food were dropped off judgement-free at your door.

You brought them back to the sofa and began to chow down. It had become tradition for you to eat without a shirt on by now; your meals had long since become too indecent to go without dirtying your clothes. Your tummy bared to the world, you picked up a burger in one hand and a fistful of onion rings in the other, and devoured. Like an animal you ate primally, as if starved, not knowing when your next meal may come. There was no one to tell you you couldn't, only you demanding that you would. Each mouthful was calorie rich, and each was washed down with more food, more milkshake, more trash.

You spared one of your grease covered hands to rub your stretch mark covered stomach. As you teased gassy burps and wind breaks from your middle, it growled, pleased, yet still expectant. Rarely was it ever satisfied. No matter how much you stuffed into it, it wanted more. It commanded you to fill yourself, to bring yourself to the brink, feeling as if you would pop. Your appetite controlled you, but under its warm, pleasant, hazy influence, you were happy to be its willing pawn.

The joy of feeding took priority over anything else. You felt like you could eat forever. Your body would adapt to the gluttonous demon you had become, one whose mind lived in its stomach. To eat was so simple, so thoughtless, mindless. You just let your belly think for you as you ordered, and let it bring you to pleasurable, mind-clearing bliss. Your body, particularly your ample midsection, was a temple, a testament to the food gods you worshipped. You loved to see it grow, to see it flow over you, to see it bulge, swell and fill your chairs and mattresses.

A loud belch stirred you from your enraptured state for just a moment to see that you'd gone through a majority of your offerings. There was a slight sting as you realized your feeding was nearing its end. Suddenly, without thinking, your hand reached for your phone again. Your stomach rumbled. It wouldn't be satisfied with just this, but would you really go over that line? Ordering even more, without thinking? Was this who you had become?

A notification dinged. If you ordered in the next thirty minutes, you could get a dozen eclairs for half price. Your bloated belly purred. Maybe it was who you'd become, and maybe you weren't ashamed of it. You had been, at one point, but that reluctance had faded. This was who you were, an insatiably hungry animal given over to your muses, and you loved every second of it. Dessert wouldn't hurt. And perhaps, maybe, even a little after that. You smiled and confirmed your delivery. You had a long, gluttonous night ahead of you, and you were raring to get started.

[jcmarchi]

Adam Jackson, Co-Founder & CEO of Braintrust – Interview Series

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Adam Jackson, Co-Founder & CEO of Braintrust – Interview Series

Adam Jackson is the Co-Founder and CEO of Braintrust, an all-in-one hiring solution, that is powered by AI. The platform uses a matching engine that scans 800,000+ talent members globally to find the top 5 candidates to fill any position. The AI is also conducts and grades video interviews, providing enterprises with a detailed scorecard to make fast, and informed hiring decisions.

Could you share the story of the genesis behind Braintrust AIR? 

Today’s hiring process is fundamentally broken. It’s slow, it’s costly, and it leaves talent in a weeks-long period of limbo. We wanted to change all that. We wanted to reduce the friction of finding your next job the way kayak.com forever changed how you book travel by shrinking the hiring process into days. We think that will free human resource professionals from the most tedious and repetitive aspects of their job and empower them to help build culture and cultivate talent.

Braintrust AIR offers various innovative solutions for hiring and managing global workforces. Can you highlight some key features that set your platform apart from traditional staffing solutions? 

Braintrust AIR stands apart in three ways.

First, it’s comprehensive.  No other platform offers AI-driven job description creation, precision candidate matching, automated screening, and onboarding, all under one roof. It’s an end-to-end solution that the market desperately needs

It’s also data driven. We have four years of proprietary data, 750,000 talent and thousands of successfully completed jobs for Fortune 500 companies. We’re not just using ChatGPT to write a generic JD and calling it AI-powered. Instead, we purpose-built models to achieve specific goals that recruiters care about.

Lastly, it’s unbiased. Humans are inherently biased and tend to flock towards familiarity. Our AI ranks and matches talent with jobs based on discrete skills as opposed to personally identifiable information.

These other sites don’t do any vetting of the talent. They only allow you to post jobs and collect applications. We provide a specialized AI-driven hiring platform designed to automate and streamline the entire talent acquisition process, end to end.

How does Braintrust’s AIR AI Matching Engine enhance the accuracy and efficiency of matching candidates to job roles compared to manual screening processes? 

Braintrust’s AIR AI Matching Engine streamlines the recruitment process by automatically analyzing job requirements and candidate profiles to make high-accuracy matches. This system significantly outperforms traditional manual screening by reducing human error and bias, accelerating the hiring timeline, and ensuring a better fit between job roles and candidates.

How does AIR ensure the quality of candidates when performing automated AI-driven video screenings and grading? What criteria does it use? 

AIR ensures high-quality candidates by utilizing advanced algorithms to assess video interviews based on defined competencies and job-specific criteria. This process includes evaluating communication skills, technical knowledge, and problem-solving abilities, ensuring that only the most suitable candidates are shortlisted.

With AI playing a significant role in recruitment, concerns about bias are inevitable. What measures has Braintrust implemented to ensure fairness and reduce bias in its AI algorithms? 

Braintrust has implemented several measures to combat bias in its AI systems. We’re not using any personally identifiable information for model training and inference. The Matching Engine provides a summary for every candidate that clearly states why someone is a match or not, and what criteria were used in decision making. The other thing to note is that our AI looks at every single applicant, instead of simply coming up with a pool of “good enough” candidates. Moreover, our async video screening enables companies to video screen a lot more applicants than they would with a traditional screen. This gives a shot to a wider variety of candidates that would not typically be invited to a screen.

Braintrust also has its cryptocurrency (BTRST). What are the benefits of incorporating a token, and how do the tokenomics work? 

The BTRST token incentivizes community participation and governance, allowing token holders to vote on significant decisions affecting the platform. This use of cryptocurrency aligns with Braintrust’s decentralized ethos, promoting a transparent and collaborative environment.

Braintrust operates on a decentralized model using Web3 technology. How does this influence the platform’s governance and operation? 

Braintrust’s decentralized model empowers its community by allowing talent and companies to have a say in the platform’s development and governance. This model enhances user engagement and ensures that the platform evolves to benefit all stakeholders.

How does the integration with Applicant Tracking Systems (ATS) and job description automation benefit companies looking to streamline their hiring processes? 

Integration with Applicant Tracking Systems (ATS) and automated job description tools help organizations quickly post job openings, manage applications more efficiently, and optimize job descriptions to attract suitable candidates. Many customers are using Braintrust as their ATS; all in one hiring solution. Our integrations with other ATS systems enable customers to easily sync all their data in one place. The Job Description generator is differentiated because it uses data from other job postings and what’s been successful (vs. ChatGPT which will just produce a generic job description)

Can you share some success stories where Braintrust AIR has significantly improved the hiring process for your enterprise clients? 

Braintrust AIR has facilitated numerous successful hires, notably reducing hiring times and costs for Fortune 1000 companies. The industry average hovers around 58 days; Braintrust AIR – specifically the AI Matching – has already reduced time to hire down to 12 days.

What are Braintrust’s long-term goals, and how do you plan to expand your services in the next few years? 

Currently AIR serves as a fully autonomous hiring platform for technical and design roles.  Later this year we’ll be expanding AIR to be able to deeply screen for ALL skilled roles:  accounting, legal, compliance, even retail management.  AIR will be available as its own standalone screening system that will integrate with any ATS at any company, turning thousands of applicants and hours wasted on repetitive screening into the best matches, already fully vetted, in a day or two instead of 6-8 weeks.

Thank you for the great interview, readers who wish to learn more should visit Braintrust.

[moralesmilesanhour]

Ooo hi, can you write something with gamer/streamer Miles G? Maybe he and the reader just chill and play games talking about life or whatever.

streamer miles!

Ok this went in a sliiightly different direction but the general premise is the same i hope that's ok lmao (also lowkey trying a new writing style/approach)

A/N: comment which animal crossing villager you think miles would like if u want 🫶🏾

You only really see a fraction of a person online. 

The messy, disagreeable thoughts that don’t fit into a neat little post, every time you’ve ever tripped over something and ate shit, all of your worst outfits - none of it exists if you don’t make it known. If you decide you’ve never stumbled over your own feet a day in your life, then it’s so. No one’s gonna claw their way through your screen and check.

For example, you had never seen Miles Morales smile with his teeth before until you clicked on his livestream, and none of his viewers would ever be able to guess.

He was laughing at some joke being made in the chat. 

“Y’all are terrible,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Miles’ stream had been recommended to you by the ever-mysterious, totally-not-creepy algorithm ‘based on your location’, and the thumbnail with his dimples on full display piqued your curiosity.

He’d been passing by once when you accidentally dropped your books and folders while rushing to class. He knelt down and picked them up without a word, dropping them into your hands in a much neater stack than they had originally been in, from largest to smallest. 

Your eyes met for less than two seconds, but you could’ve sworn that there was a softness to them that couldn’t be caught from a distance. 

“Thanks!” you called out as the late bell rang. He only nodded before turning away, not bothering to walk any faster.

You never spoke to him again, having no idea what you’d even say. He rarely spoke outside of class, but you had assumed that based on the way he skulked down the hallway and the permanent ‘I’m bored’ look on his face, that he’d be playing something a little more…serious? ‘God of War’ maybe, or ‘Last of Us’. Or some sports-related game that you couldn’t understand.

Certainly not ‘Animal Crossing’.

Tentatively, your fingers hovered over the keyboard as the stream of comments began to slow, and you wondered if he’d be more likely to see it if you commented this instant.

–Who’s ur favorite villager?

There, nice and simple. Inoffensive.

Miles squinted his eyes at what was presumably a second monitor.

“Who’s my favorite villager?” His brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before he put two and two together. “Oh! You mean the li’l animals and shit. Um, the blue penguin? Ace? I like him.”

You sat back and watched him play for another fifteen minutes, most of which were spent figuring out what direction a couch sitting inside his virtual home should face. His voice was low and almost raspy, but…muted. As if someone had turned the volume down on it like you would the radio. He was fortunate to own a decent microphone.

–You got your own PC? 

It seems you got lucky a second time, and Miles paused to read your comment aloud once again.

“Yyup,” he answered proudly. “Put it together myself. I’ll do a tour one day. My setup is wavy, you’ll see!”

He continued going back and forth with the comments in chat, occasionally thanking some for making small donations. The fact of him making anything at all just from playing a video game was impressive. 

Miles remarked on the ‘classical style’ of one of the buildings on his island, and you snorted. Nerd.

–bro thinks he’s an architect

This made him giggle. A light, breathy sound that you would hardly expect to come out of him.

“You’re a hater, man. Watch me get hired as soon as I’m outta college and build yo’ next apartment building.”

You looked down at your phone and realized it was nearly one in the morning. With a yawn, you said your goodbyes in the comments and left the stream.

-

The cafeteria was full by the time you got downstairs, leaving not a single space on the white benches save for two completely empty ones near the back. 

Well, not completely empty.

As you weaved in between students carrying trays of slop with milk cartons, a familiar pair of cornrows came into view.

It’s now or never.

Timidly, you slid onto the bench right beside Miles. Focused on his meal and the tattered sketchbook he carried around, he looked up at you with just his eyes.

“Hey,” you tried to greet him casually with an awkward smile. “I saw you ye–I mean, I…I saw you. In general.”

His blinked slowly. “We all go to the same school.”

You cleared your throat.

“...Right. We-uh, met in the hallway.”

“You dropped all your books on the floor.”

“Yeah!” you replied a little too loudly. “I just, um, wanted to say hi.”

“...hi.”

There was a stretch of silence as you sifted through a list of topics to rescue the conversation, and a lightbulb went off.

“Do you have any hobbies? Other than drawing, I mean.”

Miles gave up on sketching and answered, “Video games.”

“Which ones you been playing recently?”

“Uh, Mortal Kombat, 2K,” he counted on his fingers, “and Animal Crossing, just to see what it was about–”

“Oh, you’re really good at that one!”

You both froze. Uh-oh.

“And how exactly do you know that?”

“I-I mean, you just…look…like the type?” 

You started frantically chipping away at the remaining nail polish on your fingers. Not even you could believe that one.

A tiny grin played on his lips. 

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

Soon the bell rang, saving you from making any further incriminating comments.

“See you in class?”

“Yeah, see you in class,” Miles replied, before tilting his head. “Or wherever I see you.”