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RRAAAAAAAA

researching north korean censorship is so FUNNNN WHY OH WHYYYY DID I CHOOSE THIS FOR AN ASSIGNMENT WHERE IM FORCED TO BOIL IT DOWNNNNNN

THERES ONE BILLION TONNES OF INFO MY BRAIN IS EATING UP LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER AND YALL WONT BELIEVE IT

SO MUCH INFO OUT THERE LIKE HOLY SHIT. CAN YALL BELIEVE THAT NORTH KOREA STILL THINKS IT'S DEAD POLITICIANS ARE "ETERNAL PRESIDENT" OR SOMETHING??? THERE'S A WHOLE YT CHANNEL THAT JUST HAS ARCHIVES OF DAILY NEWSCASTS. AND ENGLISH SUBTITLED. AND I LEARNED ABOUT THE INTRANET (not to be confused with internet) IUFSFHIERUHGFSYFYGR AND THEN THERE'S THE PHONES AND TABLETS WITH SPECIAL SOFTWARES THE GOVERNMENT USES TO SPY ON PEOPLE AND HAVE THEM INSTAL PREAPPROVED APPS AND THEN THERE'S THE WHOLE DEAL WITH THE IDOLAZATION OF THE KIM FAMILY AND KIM JONG UN AND NRGIRDIGSHBFR

saw a documentary that's literally only praising bro. like nothing negative god forbid, but they do shit talk america and shit.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM BLESSED WITH THE RESEARCH AND MEDIA SPECIAL INTEREST AUTISM BUT I CAN'T STOP RESEARCHINGGGGGG

been watching yt vids all the time and doing deep dives and i found an article going in depth about ullim which is a stupid device that acts mostly like north korean phones in how they take pictures of every app you open and only let you have preapproved apps and only lets you open files from either your devie and the government and no one else

depicted below is my mind coping with how i cant yap about only one section of the presentation in length

[yeonbinwyd]

Jungwon next plsss

sure!

fever

pairing: soft sub! fem!reader x soft dom!Jungwon

synopsis: You and Jungwon work together in the office. He’s an intern and you’re assigned to train him. You and him get closer than you imagine.

genre (w/tags): smut, minors DNI, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 1,260

“Hi it’s nice to meet you” you greet the new employee. He has a sweet innocent smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” He says in return.

“You’ll be training him going forward. His desk will be next to yours so be sure to answer any questions he may have.” Your supervisor instructed. You both agree. You show him the ropes along with any tricks that might help pass the time. Though out the time you were speaking, you couldn’t help up but notice he would stare at you for a long period of time in awe. Like your word was law, he took it very seriously when you told him to be sure not to do something. It was time to be off and the team was going out for drinks but Jungwon wanted a head start on tomorrow’s work.

That happened weeks on end. He was always dedicated to the role and because of your help, his numbers were exceeding his peers. It would bug you how he wouldn’t come out with everyone though. Just to even relax a bit. This Friday, you decided that it was your mission to get this man to relax. It was 5:50 and the whole office was gearing up to go home for the weekend.

“Jungwon! Any plans for this weekend? “ you tap his desk.

“Ahh nothing really. Maybe play some league.” He rubs the back of his head, looking away shyly.

“We should get a drink. I really want to hang out with you outside work.” You try and convince. You had been wearing a lower cut shirt today which gave you some extra attention. You noticed him glancing down your shirt for a second. He looks away again.

“Aah maybe another time” he tries to escape. You grab the arm behind his head.

“Please Jungwon. For me?” You plead. His face turns a bright red.

“Ok I guess one drink won’t hurt.” He caves

“Yes. It’ll just be with me ok?” You reassure. He nods in agreement. Right at 6, you two head to a bar close to the office. He was ready to order a beer but you ask for two shots. It’s too late to stop you. You hand him the tequila shot and a lime.

“Ready?” You asked with a very cheeky smile. He sigh and takes the shot glass from you. You both down the shot and take the lime. After taking the shot, you both make a sour reaction.

“One more?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Maybe just that beer. What do you want?”

“A margarita then.” You request. Jungwon runs up to the bar to grab your drinks. You notice his built frame, standing firm. He dances a bit as he waits for the bartender. He’s always been a little silly whenever you two were together. His sense of humor was charming. As he returning with your drink, you noticed his sharp eyes, making eye contact with you. They pierced your soul. It ignited something within you. He places the drinks down, motioning a cheers. You take the glass, clashing yours against his.

One drink turned into one more and one more. Soon you find that you are stumbling out of the bar. Jungwon, barely faded, helps you make it out of there. He’s worried about you so he takes you home. You both get inside your apartment and you aim for the couch . It was such a beautiful night though, so the balcony was calling your name. Jungwon following close behind you.

“Do you have any water? I’ll get you some.” He runs back into the kitchen and spots some water bottles. He grabs a couple and brings them back to try to replenish you.

“You’re so sweet Jungwon. You gotta be mean sometimes.” You say drunkenly. He chuckles and agrees.

“It’s just easier to be nice” he admits.

“You should try being a bad boy. They’re sexy” you chug the water bottle he gave you.

“Hhhm what else do you think is sexy?” Him curious as to what you could say.

“Guys who are aggressive and assertive turn me on honestly.” You speak mindlessly. His brows jump a bit.

“I can be aggressive.” He pins you along the balcony wall. Those sharp eyes of his take you in.

“Show me then” you demand. He gets caught in the moment, kisses you lightly but in no time his tongue darts into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close. He drags his hands all over your body, not missing an inch. You can feel him breathing heavy, sweating a bit even. He was still a bit nervous. You move to caress his face while moaning into the kiss. It relaxes him. He mirrors your moans, guiding his hands under your skirt, his fingers moving your panties to one side. He pulls away quickly to give his fingers a lick. He then slips his fingers inside with a strong hold. You, with your jaw dropped, groan in response. Jungwon, with his other hand, gives your ass a squeeze. He continues to finger you and giving you kisses on the neck.

“I love when you moan for me.” He suddenly drops to his knees before you staring up into your eyes. Both hands holding your thighs this time, seated himself in front of your entrance. He spreads them enough to go for a taste. You caress his chin before he goes for your lips.

“Moan really loud for me ok?” He asks. You nod, anticipating his next move. He takes in your clit giving it a lick. You listen and yell in pleasure. Music to his ears, His eyes roll back, continuing on your clit. Impressed with his skill, you push the back of his head in more so you can grind his face.

“Jungwon, don’t stop” you instruct. He takes it all in, humming against it causing you to cry out.

He takes out his length and gives it a stoke while he continues to eat you out. Extremely turned on, he rubs his face in your cunt. Drunk with pleasure yourself, you manage to bring him back to his feet. He takes the hint and turns you around, holding on to the ledge of the balcony. Jungwon aligned his cock at your entrance, fucking you slowly.

“Oh yes that feels so good.” You encourage. He grabs your neck with a light choke, picking up the pace. As your skin collides with his, you both moan so loud your neighbors can hear you. He caresses your breasts now, giving your nipples a pinch. Pulling and twisting them while the back shots keep coming. You’re pushing back to meet his thrusts. He can’t help but feel the pressure of wanting to cum already but he was going to make sure you were satisfied. He bends you over now, clenching your wrists, fucking you harder than before. He exhales, eyes rolling back, fighting hard not to cum.

“You’re so hot. You’re making me crazy”he confessed as he speeds up. He grips your wrists tighter, bruising you but you don’t feel the pain.

“Oh god I’m gonna cum.” You crumble, tightening around him. He gives in a cums with you and whimpers. He lets go but holds your waist so you don’t tumble forward. You both stay silent for a moment to take in what just happened.

“I guess this is a dead give away that I’m into you” he admits

“I had a feeling” you say with a giggle.

[horchatakoo]

PERFECT WIFE | KSJ ONESHOT

Synopsis: Seokjin is on a mission in making you his perfect obedient little wife

Themes: yandere seokjin, manipulation, degradation, humiliation, power imbalance

word count: 1,479

You were at the top of your game, a rising star in the legal world, winning case after case and handling high-profile clients that others could only dream of.

It wasn’t just talent that got you there—it was hard work. Long nights spent studying case files, early mornings meeting clients, and weekends preparing airtight arguments.

And with just a little more effort, a few more wins, and you’d be unstoppable.

But success has its price...

The more you rose to the top, the more people whispered behind your back.

“She wouldn’t be here if not for the boss.”

“Seokjin is the only reason she’s winning.”

They said you only made it because of Kim Seokjin—the CEO of your law firm, your boss, and later, your boyfriend.

It wasn’t a complete lie.

From the moment you joined the firm, Seokjin had his eyes on you. He favored you over others, assigning you high-value cases that should have gone to those who came before you—those with more courtroom experience than a newbie like you.

And people weren’t so dumb as to not notice the special treatment he was giving you.

And so, they grew jealous.

But you knew better.

Yes, Seokjin helped, but you were the one putting in the work. You spent nights preparing, you handled the pressure, and you earned every victory. You refused to let anyone think you were just a product of his influence.

That’s why, when you and Seokjin got together, you made things clear: he wasn’t above you. You weren’t someone he could control. You made your own decisions, no matter how much he offered to help, no matter how disappointed he looked when you didn’t rely on him.

But time is unpredictable...

and it can easily change the course of your life in just a second.

The moment you married him, everything shifted. The confident, ambitious woman who once owned the courtroom became nothing more than a memory.

Perhaps it’s your karma for thinking that marrying Seokjin would be a stepping stone to greater achievements. Perhaps you became greedy—too intoxicated by the fame and influence your work had given you—until your once-calculating and cunning self fell right into Seokjin’s trap.

Your career? Gone. The office you once dominated had been replaced by the suffocating walls of your home.

You never wanted to quit your job. It was your passion, the career you had dreamed of since childhood. But Seokjin had his ways of making you leave.

Just as he built you up, he could just as easily tear you down.

It started with your court files being manipulated, leaving you unprepared and defenseless during trial hearings. Other lawyers laughed at you, mocking your incompetence—as if you had just proven them right, as if you were nothing more than an unqualified lawyer who had only climbed the ranks by linking up with a higher-up.

Then, one by one, your clients began backing out, claiming they were no longer satisfied with your work after the spectacle you had made during your recent hearings.

Of course, like any human being, you were hurt by the words thrown at you. It felt as if all your years of hard work had been reduced to nothing because of a few mistakes. As if no one respected you—or your title—anymore. And that broke you, to the point where you couldn’t even bring yourself to leave your room.

“Honey, perhaps taking a break would be a good thing,” said Seokjin, your ever-so-loving husband. And you listened, thinking that a few weeks off would help clear your mind, that it would give you the chance to refocus and regain your footing.

But when you returned to the firm two weeks later, nothing had changed. In fact, in your mind, things had only gotten worse. There were new interns, new employees, and new cases. The cases you thought you were still handling had been reassigned. It was as if time had moved on without you—and now, you were struggling to keep up.

"You've lost your spark, Y/N."

The words from your client echoed in your mind as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, sleep nowhere in sight.

How did it come to this? Was it fate playing a cruel game with you? Or was it the man sleeping soundly beside you—the one who had been slowly chipping away at you all along?

With every subtle push, every whispered doubt, he wore you down. Until one day, you broke. And willingly, you resigned and gave up your passion.

And now?

The woman who once stood tall in elegant suits, arguing before judges, was now kneeling on the cold floor, scrubbing it clean—naked, except for the apron Seokjin insisted you wear.

You became the very person you feared most—someone beneath your husband, someone who relied on him for everything. The sharp, brilliant mind you once had? Dull. Faded with time.

To outsiders, it might seem tragic, even depressing.

But to Seokjin? This was perfection.

You were exactly what he wanted—a compliant, obedient wife, always ready to serve him.

When you first quit your job at the law firm, you spent your days at home, lost in the emptiness of it all. But as time passed, Seokjin encouraged you to take on household chores. After all, wasn’t that what a housewife was supposed to do?

"But we can just hire maids, Jin. That way, I can find another job."

"Job? What job? Sweetheart, you're not even thinking straight right now. Why stress yourself when you can just enjoy being a housewife? Do some chores—it’ll be good for you."

You hesitated, feeling useless, like you weren’t capable of anything anymore. The thought alone made you ashamed. So you agreed. If you couldn't be a top lawyer, then you would be the best housewife Seokjin could ever have.

You cooked his meals, scrubbed the floors, did the laundry.

But that is still not enough for Seokjin.

One night, Seokjin handed you a neatly wrapped gift, his lips curling into a satisfied smile as he placed it in your hands. The weight of the small box felt heavier than it should have, like something inside of you already knew what was coming.

"Go on, sweetheart. Open it," he urged, voice smooth, dripping with warmth.

With shaky fingers, you untied the ribbon, peeling back the delicate wrapping paper to reveal soft fabric. An apron.

You blinked, confused. "An apron?"

Seokjin chuckled, stepping behind you, his hands coming to rest gently on your shoulders. His thumbs traced slow, soothing circles into your skin. "I had it custom-made just for you. Isn't it beautiful?"

You ran your fingers over the fabric. It was high-quality, soft—luxurious, even. Far too elegant for simple housework.

"It is, but... why?"

He let out a soft hum, as if thinking over his words carefully. "Because you deserve to feel beautiful while taking care of our home. While taking care of me." He leaned down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You do so much already, and I love that about you. But I think there's something missing."

You swallowed hard, your mind foggy, struggling to find the right words. "Missing?"

He turned you around to face him, his fingers lifting your chin so your dazed eyes met his. "You work so hard to be the perfect wife, don’t you? Cooking for me, cleaning, making sure I come home to the perfect little house. But I know it tires you out." His voice softened, comforting, like he was saying something that should have been obvious.

"Clothes are restrictive, aren't they? Uncomfortable. Wouldn’t it be so much easier to just let them go?"

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You weren’t sure what to say, so he continued speaking, his voice dipping into something almost hypnotic.

"Why don’t you try it? You’d look so sexy in this," Seokjin murmured, his fingers already working on the buttons of your blouse from behind before you could even protest.

A startled breath left you, but you didn’t stop him. You never did.

In mere seconds, you were undressed, stripped of everything but the delicate apron draped over your front. The fabric barely covered your boobs, the ties hugging your waist, while you're bare at the back. Heat rushed to your face. You felt seen—exposed, despite the countless times he had already seen you bare. But this felt different. This wasn’t intimacy. This was humiliation.

Your hands twitched, instinctively wanting to cover yourself, but Seokjin caught them, holding them in place as his lips brushed against your temple.

"Don't be shy," he soothed, his voice dripping with amusement. "You look perfect. Just like this." "Let's document this as your first day of being my perfect, obedient wife, yeah?" Seokjin murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, as he opened his phone's camera "Smile for me Y/N"

[rea-grimm]

Siren Law

You went home, and it was slowly approaching evening. The sky hadn't darkened yet, but you could slowly watch the beautiful sunset. 

You decided to take a shortcut across the beach when there was hardly anyone there and you had it to yourself. You took off the shoes you were holding and walked through the sand. 

You walked and after a while, you heard singing. It was a beautiful voice that sounded familiar to you and that seemed slightly drunk. Someone was obviously stepping on his tongue, but he didn't mind. 

Curiosity got the better of you and you went to take a closer look at who was singing. You came to a small cove that was bordered on the sides by rocks. 

When you reached the spot, you found a young man with raven hair sitting in the sand, leaning against the rocks, holding a nearly empty bottle of alcohol in his hand, singing. It was a song you thought you'd heard before. It was beautiful, and you thought it was supposed to be a duet. That something was missing. 

As you listened to it, you remembered that you knew him. But now he looked very different. Plus, he had legs. You leaned in closer and noticed that his legs were washed with little ripples and the wet skin was a dark blue-to-black colour with white spots. That gave you a boost to your intuition. It really was him.

As you leaned closer to see better, you rolled over and fell into the sand. He stopped singing and blinked at you before a look of recognition appeared in his alcohol-clouded eyes. 

"You? What are you doing here?" He asked, and you could see him looking you over from head to toe, and you could see him trying to remember your name.

"I was on my way home when I heard you singing... well I went to see who it was..." you explained, scrambling to your feet to sit next to him. Law just chuckled at that before offering you the bottle. You accepted it and took a small sip before handing it back to him. 

You sat there side by side, reminiscing about your first meeting, which was many years ago when you thought you'd never see him again. 

A few years back.

You were interning with local zoologists who had their own aquarium and also a research lab where they were studying newly discovered species.

You came in handy as you weren't under as many rights as they were, so they assigned you to the job of looking after their new addition, which they acquired less than a week ago. 

It was a shock to you as you were expecting some fish, maybe a killer whale, penguin or polar bear, which they also had, but the reality was quite different. It was none of those. To your surprise, it was a young siren that appeared to be your age. 

The siren had a dark blue to black tail with white spots. Likewise, he had side fins on his sides, a dorsal fin, webbing between his fingers, claws, gills on the sides of his ribs and neck as sharp as shark teeth, and an ear fin. 

This siren was aggressive to everyone and refused to communicate with anyone. He had only been there a week, but you were already the third person to take care of him. The previous one is said to have bitten off several fingers.

You were the exception. You treated him kindly and very differently from the others. You gained his trust and he even gave you his name. Trafalgar Law. 

You were the only one he communicated with. On your days off, he was looked after by others he couldn't stand. He was so aggressive with them, that he earned a collar around his neck from the management that tracked his movements, monitored his vitals and gave him electric shocks when he got too aggressive. 

Eventually, you got night shifts where you mostly stayed in his enclosure. There, Law showed you surprising fragility, with his head resting in your lap, hugging you, and you stroking his hair and even singing lullabies to help him sleep.

For he was not made for life in captivity and his instincts prevented him from calming down enough to sleep. But that wasn't true for you. Moreover, as you cared for him at night, you found that the white spots on his body glowed with bioluminescent light in the dark. 

Presence

Law asked you out that night because he wanted to see you again. Plus, he didn't want to be drunk when he was with you. Since it wasn't often he got drunk like that. You agreed, and he asked you out for sushi the next day. 

You met at the appointed time outside the restaurant before heading inside together. It still didn't occur to you that he could blend in without any problems. However, during the evening, you noticed little details that set him apart. Among them were the pointy teeth and the scars on his neck.

Law ordered onigiri, while you were recommended fish he thought you might like. Then he stole pieces of sushi off your plate. 

While you were eating, you noticed little spots on his hands that looked like scales forming. You asked him about it and he immediately took out a little cream to put on his hands and the spots disappeared immediately. 

He explained to you that he could never change completely into a human as it was impossible to hide all of his siren features. This included gills that looked like scars this way, sharper teeth, pointed ears, and the main feature was the scales on his legs and arms. However, he had a solution for that in the form of a special cream that could mask them so well that no one would know the difference. 

Flashback

When you had a day off and couldn't be there for him, scientists made some interesting records. During your absence, he started singing sad duets where it seemed like he was calling you. 

It was clear there was one voice missing. You wouldn't have known about it if the scientists hadn't discussed it. They thought it was a great discovery and wanted to find out more. That's why they started giving you more time off. 

But while you were there, you started noticing the bruises on his body. Especially on his human skin, where they were more visible. They weren't visible on his tail because of his dark scales. 

You worried for his health, lest he end up on the autopsy table, and you began to form a plan to get him back to freedom. 

One night, when you were sure of your plan, you confided it to Law. But he didn't go along with it because he thought it was too risky. Not for him, but for you. He was worried about you getting in trouble because of him. But you assured him they couldn't do anything to you when you were just there on an internship from school. 

That calmed him down a bit and he finally agreed to it. You agreed on a given evening, when you had a designated security rotation, when the best opportunity to escape was. 

That night was special in that he kissed you goodbye that night. It was your first kiss, and you wished it had been longer. Even though you knew full well it was a game of timing. 

You said your goodbyes before making your way as quickly as possible to the control room, which to your surprise was rarely locked. Only when there was a checkpoint.

You slipped inside and opened the door to the tunnel that sent fresh water into the enclosure. That's how Law got safely back to the ocean.

That was the moment you thought you'd seen the last of him and you'd never see him again. You expected him to stay away from people, deep in the ocean, but he chose a completely different tactic and headed for land. 

He turned human and even managed to get a medical degree. But he was still missing something. Something, or rather someone, who could complete his duet. 

End of flashback

You were spending more and more time with Law, and you felt like you were falling for him more and more. When you first met him, you had a small crush on him, but now it's grown several times. 

Siren had invited you for a swim in the sea as you strolled along the beach, when he led you to a side cove he wanted to show you that was one of his favourite spots and one that hardly anyone knew about. 

Law stripped there and changed into his original form on the shore. His legs turned into a tail and you saw him again with his original features that you had seen years ago. 

"You know sirens are known for their singing?" He asked you, and you noticed that a slight rose adorned his cheeks. You nodded your head in agreement. 

"I'd like to sing you something," he said at last, and the pink in his cheeks turned to red. 

"Sure," you replied since you could see it was important to him. Law nodded his head before taking a breath and starting to sing. Even as it was once a duet. But now he didn't sound sad, but hopeful. 

You closed your eyes and listened. His song warmed your heart and before you could stop yourself, you joined in, even though you didn't know the words. 

When Law finished singing, a satisfied smile spread across his face, and he took you in his arms and pulled you closer to the water. 

"This is incredible. You know, every siren has a special song and only their mate knows the lyrics," he said, slowly pulling you down to a depth where you were at least waist-deep in the water. 

He laughed before falling on his back into the water, his face close to the surface as he watched you. He grinned at you and saw you lean slightly towards him. You kissed him as your lips met right at the water's edge. 

Law smiled contentedly before he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you under. It took you by surprise, but to your astonishment, it wasn't a problem since you could breathe underwater.

"I knew you were my mate from the moment I met you in the lab," he said as he pulled away weakly before pulling you in for another kiss.

Law Masterlist

[siryouarebeingmocked]

That list.

This just sounds like a dude who's kinda feminine. I've noticed that a lot of people seem to think being gender-non-confirming is the same as being enby.

Which seems kinda sexist, actually.

Given how most of these are from non-European cultures, gotta wonder if this particular thing is related to the revived Noble Savage idea.

...Ancient Greek Mythology? Really?

This just sounds like extremist Christianity. Like conversion therapy.

Ironic that the list Tena linked to included a Christian sect.

Assigned gender at birth = bad, assigned gender at some indeterminate later point = good?

I'm sorry, isn't this what pro-trans people are supposed to be against?

If you're claiming all of those identities are valid, then you're also endorsing multiple contradicting religious beliefs. And saying mutilating people's bodies in the name of the belief their bodies are inherently wrong is inherently okay.

You're endorsing Christians so extreme they make the actual Puritans look like National Baptists.

This is not logically consistent. In fact, it's awfully close to certain stereotypes of trans supporters.

When those total strangers want society, law, and government to validate their self-identity, it becomes everyone’s business.

And those are, naturally, very important to trans people. Explicitly, for many of them. 

For obvious reasons!*

Also, I love how this is coming from someone with an entirely ideological objection to Trump’s actions, who can’t explain how this will allegedly actually affect people.

Seriously, she threw her toys out of the pram.

renardtrickster tried (archive), and he had to use someone else’s line-by-line analysis, which is clearly not the one line point Tenafly made.

And that’s putting it generously.

Tena was implying that believing in only two genders and not non-binaries is the same as being anti-trans. Which it isn't.

A detailed analysis of Trump's Executive Order is trying to motte-and-bailey the argument. And Tena's own childish tantrums.

This is not the way to make an actual argument if you want to convince people.

Irony is, it's this exact same sort of disconnect from what normal people believe - maybe even normal liberals and progressives - that helped the Dems lose.

I also like how Renard's tags imply he's "arguing with pigs", when this whole thread was started by someone who was angry and confrontational and kept engaging with blatant bait and did nothing constructive.

The meanings of words are determined by usage. And  everyone I've seen who claims gender and sex are two different things is a pro-trans progressive person. And I'm not sure it's a majority belief even among that group.

Which suggests that they formed this belief out of ideological convenience, not working from first principles.

At the very least you can't act like it's a universally accepted fact.

*This is not the first time I’ve seen people imply that LGBT stuff should just be ignored, even though there’s a great deal of effort being spent by LGBT advocates on making it part of international, everyday discourse.

Same with a lot of Diversity™ stuff. They don’t want to address the criticism, so they say you’re wrong for even caring in the first place, even though that also applies to the supporters.

Though these folks are rarely so silly as to talk about apparent anti-LGBT discrimination at the highest level of American government and then insist LGBT stuff is a private matter. 

Which makes it extra ironic when Renard’s goalpost-moving defense includes talking about lack of government support for trans people as a negative.

[solarwonux]

Business Proposal || knj (11/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, fluff, flirting,

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 4.3k

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

A/n: lol hello hi, being an an adult and a social adult is hard. I've had this written since June, but never got the time to edit it. Until now, I hope you enjoy it.xx

Thanks to those who have stuck around it means a lot!

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Present: 

“I don’t get it?” Casey Han, the newly hired intern in the Writing and Rhetoric Department voices as she leans back in your office lounge chairs. Every Tuesday she comes into your office at four so you can help her review her Master Thesis on Language and Dialects in Different Regions. 

She also uses this as an opportunity to fill you in on the rumors floating around the office, pry you for juicy deets about yours and Namjoons relationship, or thirst over your best friend slash soon to be brother-in-law aka Jeon Jungkook. 

It used to bother you at first, but over the last two months you have grown fond of the graduate student. She has a great sense of humor, knows all the juicy gossip, and mainly buys you an iced americano every Wednesday and Friday morning. 

“What don’t you get Cas?” You stand up from your desk chair, walk to the other lounge chair and sit down. By now, all thesis editing, review, or proof-reading has ended. You get off work in five minutes and you have to wait for Namjoon to finish grading his final papers. A task you finished three days ago. 

“Your fiance is the hottest guy in this building and you’re always holed up in your office. If I was in your shoes I’d never keep my hands off him.” She shrugs, leaning her elbow against the arm rest and resting her chin over the palm of her hands. 

You laugh, shaking your head. If things were different and you didn’t know Casey the way you did, you’d surely be suspecting her of hinting at something else. But you have nothing to worry about with Casey. Her eyes are reserved for Jungkook or Leonardo “Dilf” DiCaprio. Her words not yours.

“I mean we’re together all the time. I think keeping our space at work is just our way of staying professional and it gives us something to talk about at the end of the day.” You shrug, chucking off your heels and crossing your legs underneath you. 

“You’re stronger than me.” She smiles, shaking her head. “But it's cute. One can only dream of having a relationship like yours.”

“Believe me it took a while to get here.” You brush her off. It did. After coming clean to each other, things didn’t automatically become all sunshine and rainbows. There were constant petty arguments about who takes the trash out? Who does the dishes? You vaguely remember getting annoyed with Namjoon because he couldn’t use a knife if his life depended on it. But the two of you decided that if you wanted your relationship to work, couples therapy was the best option. 

So, every Monday at five the two of you see Dr. Heras. It’s helped with talking to each other, and getting to know each other's triggers and how to handle them. The two of you have household assigned chores to each other, but if the other forgets the other has to step up. Nightly recaps are a must, which makes bedtime exciting for the two of you. It’s the main reason the two of you don’t meet up throughout the day until it's time to go home. Things still aren’t perfect but they’re getting better day by day.

Casey claps her hands together, bringing you out of your bubble. Her face is bright like she just remembered something and it excites you. “When is your dress fitting?” 

The brief excitement escapes you when you remember how much you’re not looking forward to it. Not because you don’t want to see your mother and Namjoon’s mother. It’s because you don’t like any of the dresses on the online catalog of Hyugas Bridal. 

“Saturday.” You say, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on top of them. You’ve tried everything to convince yourself to be as excited as possible. It is your wedding dress fitting after all. A moment every little girl dreams about. A moment you have always dreamed about, but you can’t shake that there’s something holding you back from feeling exciting. 

No, you know exactly why you’re not looking forward to it. The reason starts with Jung and ends with Hoseok. 

He’s been in the back of your mind for the past week. Since the day the mothers have made a groupchat to decide the dress fitting date. At first you thought it was because it would be the first time they would be meeting. Then you shifted your blame when you caught a glimpse of the online catalog. Then one night while Namjoon was out with the boys, you remembered the faint promise from all those years ago, and things started making sense. 

No, you haven’t spoken to the well renowned designer in years. After a year communication between the two of you ran dry. You never resented him for it. You were going through things and he was building his brand from the bottom up. Your problems were only going to make him worry and that was the last thing you wanted. But he’s been living in your head rent free. You keep going back and forth. 

Should I text him?

Should I just settle? 

Should I text him? 

It’s a constant battle. One you haven’t decided on a winner. It’s putting such a damper on a day where you’re supposed to share fond memories with your mother and soon to be mother-in-law. Yet, you just can’t shake the feeling that you know what you want already. 

You're stubborn like that. 

“Why don’t you sound excited?” Casey lowers her voice. Her brows furrow in concern. 

As much as you love Casey and now consider her a close friend. This is something you don’t want to simply get into. So you lie, “I’m just nervous, our mothers are meeting for the first time. And both of them have strong personalities.” You sigh. 

Casey laughs, “I will keep you in my prayers for the rest of the week.” 

You smile, your attention getting caught on Namjoon’s ringtone. You don’t even need to check your phone to know that he’s texted you that he’s done and to meet him downstairs. So, without a minute of hesitation you slip your feet into your heels again and stand up. “Thank you, I think I will need it a lot on Saturday.” 

“Please, please, please send me pictures.” Casey clasps her hands in front of her, pouting and widening her eyes. You smile fondly. Casey has been your first female friend in years. A true girl's girl. A lovely breath of fresh air from all the testosterone you’ve been constantly surrounded by since childhood. 

“Of course, you’re the only one who will get pics anyway.” You round your desk and shut off your desktop, and pick up your work bag slinging it over your shoulder. 

“You mean I’ve knocked down the guys and made it up your list.” She stands up, smoothing down her pleated gray skirt. 

“You will always be at the top of the list Cas.” You smile, getting your phone and unlocking it to Namjoon’s short text: Done, down in 5 mins.

Followed by another one that says: Dinner?

You smile and type a quick: poke bowl plssssss.

You lock your phone and stuff it into the pocket of your gray dress pants. Casey scoffs as she opens the door to your office. “You two are gross and cute.” 

You follow her out of your office, “What do you mean?” You lock your office door and lock your arms with hers. 

“You get this huge smile on your face and then your eyes get all twinkly. It’s a little gross.” She bumps her hip with yours before giggling. “It’s so cute though.” 

“I think you’re making shit up.” You whisper, and she stops walking the minute she reaches the front reception desk. “I’ll buy you coffee tomorrow by the way.” You wink, as she takes her seat in front of her desktop. She still has two more hours left of her shift, and the last two hours are always the slowest. 

“You don’t have to but it's greatly appreciated.” She moves her mouse to wake up her monitor, and slumps in her seat sighing. “I’ll work on my revisions and email you the appointments for next week.” 

“Thanks Cas. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You rush out when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You don’t bother to check it nor stay for her to reply the second the elevator dings on your floor. 

“Love ya,” Casey shouts after you, and you send her finger hearts as the elevator door closes. 

“Jin wants to go out for drinks tomorrow.” Namjoon says as he enters the bathroom, leaning against the doorway. His eyes find yours through the mirror as you begin to apply your night cream. 

You hum, placing the container against the counter. “You should go, the semester is almost over and you’ve been working hard.” You say, spreading the cream down your neck, cleaning your hands on a clean towel and proceeding to pick up the tube of your eye cream. 

“I know but he’s inviting Tae and these days wherever Tae goes so does Jimin.” He pushes himself off the wall and walks towards you. “Things are still a little awkward between Jimin and I.” He finishes, facing you and leaning against the bathroom counter crossing his arms in front of him. 

You smile, screwing the cap of your eye cream tube and placing it down. “I think you’re thinking about it too much. Jimin doesn’t hold grudges, plus we’ve talked things through already.” You pat your under eyes with your ring fingers and then turn to face him. “If it bothers you, you should talk to him too, but don’t feel pressured to do so because of me.” 

He nods, uncrossing his arms and grabs your hands, reeling you in. “I definitely want to apologize to him and settle things between us before the wedding, but I don’t feel ready.” 

“Then do it when you are ready Joon.” You reassure, lacing your fingers with his. “But I think you should still go, it’s been months since all of you got together to hang out.”  

Namjoon opens his mouth to interject but you stop him with a roll of your eyes. “Working out together doesn’t count.” 

He sighs, shaking his head, letting go of one of your hands and snaking his arm around your waist, scooting his leg between yours. “Sometimes it’s scary how you know what I’m thinking.” He whispers, placing his forehead against yours. “But I will go, I do miss them a little.” He confesses, and gives you a quick kiss on your lips before hugging you completely. “Can you tell me what’s been bothering you all week now?” 

The only downside of couples therapy and learning more about each other is that neither of you can hide anything anymore. He is well aware that you’ve been up in your head more than usual. 

You pull away, placing your hands on his cheeks. “Sometimes it's scary how you know that I’m thinking too much.” 

He plays with the tie of your bathrobe, chuckling at your response. “Your thoughts are too loud, and you didn’t sleep last night.” He shrugs. “I was waiting for you to wake me up to talk but all you did was sigh and turn a thousand times.”

You pout, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to keep you up too.” 

He shakes his head, “Don’t be. I would’ve interjected but I also know you wouldn’t have told me until your conscience was clearer.” 

You nod. “I’m nervous about Saturday.” 

Namjoon stops playing with the tie and hugs you again. “Don’t be, your mom is great and so is mine and I know they’ll get along fine. We might be making a mistake by introducing them to each other. I have a feeling they will be inseparable after Saturday.” 

“It’s not that Joon.” You sigh, he tilts his head to the side. “I know they’ll get along, it's just that–” You stop biting your lip, trying to sort your words out as quickly as possible in your head. 

As far you know, Hoseok and Namjoon haven’t spoken to each other in years. Jungkook knows why but he won’t tell you. He only says that they lost communication. But it's odd. Hoseok’s career has expanded to the point that he’s getting interviewed by Jimmy Fallon. He’s been invited to all the fashion weeks, and now has his own magazine. Your dream is to one day own one of his purses. You saw the ad for one a couple weeks ago on Instagram. You showed it to Namjoon and he had no reaction. 

Which was weird because you thought Namjoon would be proud of his once best friend. He even grumbled a little when he found your box that kept all the magazine clippings from his previous interviews. It was your way of showing your support from a distance. So, whatever happened between them isn’t a normal falling out with no hard feelings. 

From what you can tell there are hard feelings you just don’t know why. Nor do you want to pry, but the promise Hoseok made you all those years ago keeps echoing in your brain. 

Maybe this is why you’ve been running yourself up the wall. You want to reach out but you don’t know how Namjoon would react if you told him you were. After all, Hoseok was a huge part of your life. A relationship Namjoon witnessed from start to finish. 

“What is it?” He says with concern. 

“I don’t want my wedding dress to come from Hyugas Bridal.” You whisper. 

Namjoon nods, “That’s okay there’s so many other wedding dress shops, you can go to a new one.” He offers. 

You shake your head, “I don’t want any of those dresses from any of those shops.” 

Namjoon’s hands fall down to his side. “I see.” He pauses before, pushing past you and out the bathroom. His demeanor has changed so quickly you begin to suspect that he knows exactly what’s going on. 

You follow him. “Joon what are you doing?” You enter your bedroom. It’s empty and you begin to wonder where exactly your fiance went until you see him walk out of the closet with a slip of line paper in his hand. 

“Here,” He extends his hand. “Text him this is his new number.” He gently shoves the paper further in your direction. 

“What is this? Text who?” You take the folded slip of paper and watch as he walks to the bed, sitting down on the edge. 

“Hoseok, that’s who you want to design your wedding dress right?” He clasps his hands together. “He promised so it’s only right.” He adds, clenching his jaw. 

Now, you’re confused. Actually, you’re beyond confusion at this point. You’re also concerned because Namjoon looks like he’s about to burst. “H-How do you know?” 

Namjoon chuckles dryly, “He told me before he left.” He throws his hands up in the air. “Actually he told me a bunch of things but half of those things aren’t important. What’s important is that you want to wear one of his wedding dress designs so text him.” 

You take a seat next to him. “Why does this bother you Joon?” You say softly, placing your hands on top of his, trying your best to smooth down the grip. 

“Because it was supposed to be your wedding dress for your wedding with him.” He whispers, unclasping his hands and settling them on top of his pajama pants. 

“Namjoon, we were never going to get married.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 

“But you could’ve. He’s been back in town since January. Jin has tried everything to get us to meet again but I keep turning down his invites. If we hadn’t tried to solve our issues I have no doubt he would have contacted you again.” 

You smile, bringing his hands to your lap. “Namjoon, things between Hobi and I are long over. I won’t lie to you and tell you I don’t love him anymore because I do just not in the same way I loved him back then and not the same way I love you now. I don’t want to marry him, I don’t think I ever wanted to marry him in the first place. He will always love his career more than anything in this world and that’s okay. I never will hold that against him because although it hurt when we broke up and I did make bad decisions trying to fill the void I felt when he left. I grew up. We both grew up Namjoon.” You finish, bringing his hands up to your lips and kissing his palms gently. 

Namjoon sighs, “He will likely join us tomorrow and what if you run into him one day and fall for his charms again.” He pouts.

“Are you jealous?” You tilt your head in amusement. He lets go of your hands and rolls his eyes. 

“So what if I am. Is that a problem? He’s a much better man than me in every sense of the word.” He stands up and walks to his side of the bed before peeling back your duvet. 

You turn your body in his direction, biting your bottom lip to stifle your laugh. You’ve recently learned that Namjoon loves to sulk like a child and he has no problem expressing when something petty is bothering him. 

“It’s not, I think it’s cute.” You sit up on your knees, before he scoffs and lays down, his back turned to you. You move closer to him and wrap your arm around his torso before leaning your body over his so you’re face to face with him. “You’re more than enough Joon.” You kiss his temple gently. 

Namjoon rolls onto his back. “Are you sure?” He snakes his arms around your waist tugging you closer. You straddle his lap, and lean down resting your forehead against his. “I wouldn’t be working this hard to make our relationship work and better if I didn’t think you were enough.” 

He throws his head back in defeat. His heart is beating so fast he’s thankful you can’t feel or hear it. His jealousy simmers in dying embers. Despite some unresolved differences between him and his oldest friend, he knows Hoseok isn’t one to try to break marriage apart. 

“I love you,” Namjoon says after a while. His voice is soft and full of tenderness. 

I love you.” 

The last time you felt this nervous was the day you had to read your master thesis out loud in class to a group of judgmental writing students. The sales assistant has been watching you pace for the past five minutes since she led you to the back of the shop. 

You admit it was a long shot, texting your ex boyfriend and world renowned fashion designer after Namjoon went to sleep. Sure, what you received was a very polite and formal message. To which you concluded that it was probably his personal assistant that messaged you. 

So, did Hoseok know you were the one meeting with him about commissioning a wedding dress. Or did he figure it was just a normal customer. Still, the whole process was fairly quick. You figured he had a packed schedule considering he had just returned to his hometown after being away for years. You couldn’t help but wonder how things were going to go today, which was why you were running the clock, driving the sales assistant absolutely insane.

Finally, you get tired of wearing a hole in the ground and take a seat on the white sofa, just as the sales assistant whispers into her earpiece. “Mr.Jung will be here in two minutes.” She voices out, adjusting her blouse before moving to the door. 

“Thank you.” You say crossing your legs and placing your bag next to you. Quickly you decide that’s too comfortable so you uncross them and place your bag on your lap again. Fidgeting with your hands, while the door slowly opens, revealing the one and only Jung Hoseok.

You almost feel like suffocating. Your breath hitches as he strolls in wearing a black suit. His hair is slicked back, and some dark sunglasses on the tip of his nose. He oozes a wave of confidence that you have never seen before, and you begin to wonder if he even remembers you and the promise he made to you all those years ago. 

After five months of being away the two of you lost contact. Three years later he unfollowed you on instagram. Well technically he unfollowed everyone on instagram and only followed one person. A beautiful model whose name was Hailey. For years, they were speculated to be dating, but nothing has ever been confirmed or denied. So, who knows. But now he was here, silent, powerful, and looking better than ever. 

And you feel foolish.

“So he finally came to his senses.” Hoseok clicks his tongue and removes his sunglasses, revealing his beautiful warm eyes. 

You don’t know what comes over you. Just an overwhelming sense of nostalgia and before you know it you’re hugging him tight and crying into his very expensive suit. He chuckles, running a soothing hand down your back. He smells fresh, like a cool breeze on the beach. He feels different, but similar and all the love you once held for him comes rushing back in powerful strokes of color. 

For a moment you feel twenty-one again. 

Finally, you pull away and look at him, taking in all the features you once knew by memory. He has a few wrinkles on the side of his eyes. But he looks sharper in all the right places and you realize that just like Namjoon he has aged like fine wine. 

“I’m sorry.” You sniffle, smoothing out the lapels of his suit. “I don’t know what came over me.” You chuckle awkwardly, looking around, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. 

He chuckles, placing his hands on top of your shoulders. “I see you’re still as emotional as ever.” He notes, running his hands down your shoulders before taking your hand in his. He leads you towards the couch and sits you down before taking the seat next to you. 

“Now, tell me how have you been?” He tilts his head, intertwining your fingers with his. If you didn’t know better, you’d mistaken this for a romantic gesture. But you know better as much as you love Hoseok. The love you feel for him is different from the love you feel for Namjoon. It’s just nostalgia with Hoseok, it’s unforgettable memories that you’ve buried. It’s young love that hasn’t known experiences. It’s the chase but never settling. And you’re ready to settle down. 

“I’ve been great. The fall semester starts next week so I’ve been running around like crazy, in and out of meetings. You know the usual boring work life.” You wave off, wiping your eyes with the handkerchief he's handed you. “How have you been, you look amazing.” You blurt out, widening your eyes. 

He chuckles, “I’ve been better, fashion week is in a month and we are still deciding on garments for the models to wear.” 

“Wow, fashion week.” You say in disbelief, shaking your head, to keep the tears at bay. “You really made it Hobi. I’m so proud of you.” You whisper the last part and hug him once more, letting go of your tears. 

It was so embarrassing but you couldn’t help it. You’ll send him money for the dry cleaners later. 

“It wasn’t easy but knowing I’ll one day have this moment with you kept me going.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head, and pulling away. “You look amazing too, I’d love to have you as my professor.” He winks, making you laugh.

“I’d love to have you as my personal designer.” You retaliate, making him laugh. He lets go of your hands and stands up, posing dramatically. “That’s why I’m here. Now, come on, I have a few design ideas I want to run by you first.” He extends his hands for you and pulls you up quickly. “These are just prototypes but I think they all suit you one way or another.” He says, nodding towards the sales assistant who leaves through the bright pink curtains. 

“Wait, wait, wait Hobi. How do you already have prototypes?” 

Hoseok rolls his eyes jokingly. “Joon and I have been in contact here and there. So, I’ve been designing these since then. And don’t worry he hasn’t seen any of them.” 

You’re floored, your annoyance zeroing in on your conniving and jealous fiance. Why the hell did he make you meeting Hoseok such a big deal if he had been plotting this against your back? But instead of focusing on that, you feel the butterflies in your stomach begin to erupt when the sales assistant comes in with three garment bags. 

“Are you ready?” Hoseok says, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his dress pants. 

Your heart begins to thunder against your chest when each garment bag is hung in front of you. You look at Hoseok who has the biggest smile on his face and you realize what a full circle moment this is for the two of you. You gave up your relationship for dreams either of you didn’t know you’d ever achieve. Yet, here you are. Him a self made fashion designer making a pit stop on his busy schedule to do this for you. And you, you are working your dream job and getting ready to marry the love of your adult life. 

You smile nodding enthusiastically. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

A/n: it's short, but I will try to be more consistent with my uploads. Check out all my other stories too!

[princessaffirms]

heyy! i’m kind of new to loa but have manifested some very small things before. i understand a lot about loa too. i was just wondering how to manifest my big sister continuing to live with me and my mom after summer. she said she would move out after summer break. she plans on traveling alone during the summer, and i want me and my mom to go with her to all the places my sister plans on going to.

hi angel! ₊˚⊹♡ it’s awesome that you’re really stepping into your power on your manifestation journey, yay!! and CONGRATS on your recent successes 🥹

if you understand the fundamentals of the law of assumption (your assumptions create your reality), then you already have all the knowledge you need to manifest that! the ability and power to do so has ALWAYS been in you. now, all you need to do is APPLY the knowledge! 🫶

i know things can feel really overwhelming with all these new manifestation methods, concepts, etc. on social media, but don’t let that sway you! those new methods, etc. are just there to help provide structure for those who need it. but it’s not necessary for you to succeed!! 🤍

you don’t need a new technique or anything to manifest this. you just need to APPLY the law! the law can NEVER fail. the universe is algorithmic, NOT random (i wrote a BLOG about this topic that i recommend reading through: 🔗 LINK HERE)

🫶 that being said, here are some loving reminders for you to consider as you continue persisting in your affirmations:

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1. DECIDE it’s already done. ✨

assume that your sister already chose to stay. that you and your mom are already going on those summer trips with her.

for EXAMPLE, you can affirm things like:

• “i love that we’re already officially all traveling together this summer!”

• “it feels so good having my sister still living with us!!”

a popular concept in the law of assumption is that everyone is you pushed out. this means that the people around you reflect your beliefs, assumptions, and inner state. so shift internally, and let the external world mirror that.

2. SEE it in your mind + FEEL it in your heart. ✨

you don’t need perfect visuals (or even to visualize it at all if you have aphantasia or struggle with visualization). just imagine little moments where it’s already true. think about how you’d feel and think if it was already true and happening, then hold onto that feeling.

laughing together. seeing her room still set up. photos from your summer adventures. feel the gratitude and happiness in your chest, and use THAT as your evidence of it being true now. create that proof for yourself, because whatever is true for you in your 4D (inner world) ALWAYS reflects in your 3D.

shut down any doubts by flooding your mind with that experiential evidence. how could your affirmations be anything BUT the truth? you’ve ALREADY EXPERIENCED IT!! you ALREADY HAVE IT! <3

(i also wrote a BLOG about this topic that i recommend reading through for more information: 🔗 LINK HERE) 🫶

3. REMEMBER: there’s no such thing as a “big” or “small” manifestation — that’s just a label your mind gives it. ✨

the only thing that makes something feel “harder” or “bigger” is the WEIGHT YOU ASSIGN to it.

when you normalize your desire and let it feel easy. because it’s meant to be! 🥹

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you’ve got this, and your desire is SO POSSIBLE.

sending you so much love and light! <3

[blockgamepirate]

Update from the French Union investigating the QSMP case and a call for more testimonies

English:

QSMP – LET'S STRIKE BACK AGAINST ABUSIVE WORKING CONDITIONS

We made a few days ago a call for testimonies about working conditions at Quackity Studios, the company that hosts and manages the QSMP server.

Unfortunately, the first feedbacks we have received confirm several issues:

Illegal conditions (minimum wage not respected, legal rest time, burnouts, etc.),

Distressing working conditions (night shifts, work regularly assigned on an emergency basis, complete isolation of workers with no communication allowed, etc.),

Toxic management (erratic communication, threats and pressure, abusive sanctions, etc.),

An almost non-existent legal framework (no work contract, no staff representatives, absurd NDA, etc.).

There is confusion between paid and « volunteer » workers. This blur is intentionally kept up by the company, as shown by the lack of any clear documentation or public communication regarding the status of these « volunteers ». In such a context, it seems hard to consider all Quackity Studio workers to be anything but regular employees, with all the rights conferred by the status of salaried worker. After a full server lockout while an internal investigation about the accusations took place, the company’s representatives announced a restart, sidelining the « volunteer » workers (discontinuing the activities involved). According to French law, such job cuts are regarded as unlawful dismissals.

Some workers have been left aside for more than 10 days, with no clear insight on their possible future responsibilities. This sidelining can be considered to be moral harassment. Quackity claims to have solved the problem by firing the manager who drafted the initial company statement, that he declares not to approve, but the others responsibles of these inexcusable work conditions are still in place.

These are sufficient grounds to consider legal actions. To avoid it, we invite Quackity to be proactive by opening a social dialogue with all their workers. A negotiated outcome remains possible: it will need to address monetary demands concerning work already performed and that to come, as well as claims to improve working conditions.

All victims and witnesses of this situation are still welcome to contact us (preferably in French or English) at:

qsmp @ solidairesinformatique org

We guarantee total confidentiality.

However, note that as a French union, we will not be able to legally support workers outside France. We can help victims to know and contact each others, and help organize testimonials when needed.

(French and Spanish below)

French:

QSMP – LUTTONS CONTRE LES CONDITIONS DE TRAVAIL ABUSIVES

Nous avons lancé il y a quelques jours un appel à témoignages concernant les conditions de travail à Quackity Studios, l’entreprise derrière le serveur QSMP.

Les premiers échanges reçus confirment malheureusement un certain nombre de problèmes:

des conditions illégales (salaire minimal et  temps de repos legal  non respectés,  épuisement professionnel, etc.) ;

des conditions de travail dégradées (travail de nuit, missions régulièrement assignées en urgence, isolement total des travailleur·euses en leur interdisant de communiquer, etc.) ;

un management pathogène (communications erratiques, menaces et pressions, sanctions abusives, etc.) ;

un encadrement juridique quasi inexistant (absence de contrat de travail, absence de représentation du personnel, accord de confidentialité aberrant, etc.).

Un confusion existe entre les travailleur·euses salarié·es et les travailleur·euses « bénévoles ». Ce flou est volontairement maintenu par l’entreprise, en atteste notamment l’absence de documentation ou de communication claires encadrant le statut des « bénévoles ».

Dans ce cadre, il nous semble compliqué de considérer l’ensemble des travailleur·euses de Quackity Studios comme autre chose que des salarié·es, avec les droits accordés par le statut de salarié·e.

Après un arrêt total du serveur le temps d’une enquête interne sur les faits dénoncés, les représentants de la direction ont annoncé le redémarrer en laissant de côté les travailleur·euses « bénévoles » (arrêtant une partie des activités en jeu). Dans le cadre de la loi française, ces suppressions de postes sont considérées comme des licenciements abusifs.

Certain·es travailleur·euses sont laissé·es sur la touche depuis plus de 10 jours, sans aucune visibilité sur leur éventuel rôle futur. Cette placardisation s’apparente à du harcèlement moral.

Quackity prétend avoir réglé le problème en excluant la personne qui aurait rédigé le premier communiqué qu’il a dit ne pas approuver, mais les autres responsables de ces conditions de travail inexcusables sont maintenus en poste.

Ces éléments sont suffisants pour envisager des actions en justice. Pour l’éviter, nous appelons la direction de Quackity Studios à être proactive en ouvrant le dialogue social avec l’ensemble de ses travailleur·euses. Une issue par le haut reste possible : elle devra prendre en compte à la fois les revendications financières sur le travail déjà réalisé et celui à venir, ainsi que la mise en place de meilleures conditions de travail.

Nous appelons toujours les personnes victimes ou témoins de ce type d’abus à nous contacter à l’adresse suivante (de préférence en français ou en anglais) :

qsmp @ solidairesinformatique org

Nous garantissons une confidentialité totale.

En tant que syndicat français, nous ne serons malheureusement pas en mesure d’aider légalement les personnes qui ont travaillé depuis un autre pays. Nous pouvons tout de même aider les victimes à se connaître et à entrer en contact, et aider à la rédaction de témoignages.

Spanish:

QSMP-LUCHAMOS EN CONTRA DE LAS CONDICIONES DE TRABAJO ABUSIVAS

Hace algunos días lanzamos un llamado a declarar sobre las condiciones de trabajo en Quackity Studios, empresa que maneja el Servidor QSMP. 

Las primeras informaciones recibidas confirman desafortunadamente, varios problemas:

Condiciones ilegales de trabajo (salario mínimo y tiempo de descanso legal no respetado, agotamiento profesional, etc.);

condiciones de trabajo degradadas (trabajo nocturno, tareas asignadas regularmente con urgencia, aislamiento total de las trabajadoras o los trabajadores, impidiéndoles comunicarse entre sí);

una gestión dañina o toxica (comunicación errática, amenazas y presión, sanciones abusivas, etc.);

Marco jurídico casi inexistente (ausencia, de contrato de trabajo y de representantes del personal, acuerdos de confidencialidad abusivo e incoherente).

Una confusión existe entre los trabajadores de la empresa y los trabajadores “voluntarios”. Esa ambigüedad está mantenida por la empresa intencionalmente, lo confirma, la ausencia de documentos o comunicaciones claras enmarcando el estatus de “voluntarios”.

En este marco, es complejo considerar este conjunto de trabajadores de Quackity Studio diferentemente de unos trabajadores con derechos en acuerdo con el estatus de asalariado.

Después de un cese completo del servidor, el tiempo de realizar, por parte de la empresa, una encuesta sobre los hechos denunciados. La dirección y sus representantes anunciaron volver a reanudar el sistema dejando de lado los trabajadores “Voluntarios” (parando una parte de las actividades en curso).

En el marco de la ley francesa, estas suspensiones de puestos están consideradas como despidos indirectos y abusivos.

Algunos trabajadores fueron dejados en el banquillo desde más de 10 días sin ninguna visibilidad sobre sus funciones futuras. Esa manera de dejar trabajadores al margen se considera como acoso moral.

Quackity pretende resolver el problema excluyendo a la persona que consideraba ser el autor del primer comunicado sin admitir dicho panfleto. Al contrario, los otros responsables de esas condiciones de trabajo injustificables se mantuvieron en sus puestos.

Los elementos son suficientes para emprender acciones legales. Si la dirección de Quackity Studio quiere evitar dichas acciones legales y ser proactiva, los llamamos a que abran el dialogo social con todos los trabajadores.

Continuamos llamando a las personas, víctimas o testigos de estos casos de abusos planteados a contactarnos por medio de la dirección siguiente (preferiblemente en francés o inglés, pero también podemos traducir):

qsmp @ solidairesinformatique org

Garantizamos por completo la confidencialidad.

Como Sindicato Frances, nosotros no podemos legalmente, desafortunadamente, ayudar a los trabajadores de otros países. Sin embargo, podemos asistir a que las víctimas se junten a fin de unirse, conocerse e intercambiar, y en tal caso les podríamos suministrar o facilitar ayuda en la redacción de testimonios y en el desarrollo de su queja.

[creampuffqueen]

Let’s see the college au!!! :3c

okay so for starters check out this post by comradekatara for the basics/inspiration. gotta give credit for the main inspo!!

this au is where the female avatars are roommates in college and just like. hang out and have shenanigans and whatever lol. their love interests are also included as 'main' characters

so for everyone's majors and sports and stuff:

korra: kinesiology major. she plays several intramural sports (for those who don't know, it's like a club team for colleges) such as soccer, wrestling, and various martial arts

kyoshi: literature major. attends the school on a basketball scholarship

yangchen: international relations major, ends up minoring in philosophy, psychology, and political science. she plays for the school's volleyball and track teams

asami: mechanical engineering, also part of a sorority

rangi: pre-law, aiming to specialize in criminal justice. part of the school's ROTC, army branch. plays intramural soccer

kavik: pre-med, aiming to specialize in emergency medicine. attends the school on a national merit scholarship he got for his math skills

and yeah the other avatars are also here as well (don't think too hard about the timeline or you'll go crazy) but the girls are my favs so here we are

some other random things about the au:

korra was homeschooled for her entire life. so when she goes to college she has ZERO social skills or street smarts

korra's freshman roommate was opal beifong. they met online and decided to room together. they're great friends, but since they were both super sheltered they don't know how to do anything. they dyed all their clothes pink the first time they did laundry and almost burned down the dorm kitchens like three times attempting to cook

this college (it's not any specific college that i picked out it's just like some random made up school. i do feel very strongly that it's in new england tho) was not korra's first choice. originally she was scouted to swim for a big important school. but at the beginning of her senior year of high school she got into an accident that left her paralyzed for six months and in rehab for another six. the school dropped her offer and she was forced to reconsider her options

she ended up going to this random college because tenzin, a long time family friend, is a professor here

kyoshi was in the foster system most of her life, but ended up being adopted by her foster dad, kelsang, when she was 14. they aren't very wealthy so the only way kyoshi is able to attend school is because of her basketball scholarship, even though she doesn't care about basketball that much

kyoshi's freshman year roommate was randomly assigned, and she roomed with kirima. they didn't get along at first due to very differing lifestyles but eventually kirima helped her loosen up a bit and they became good friends

how everyone met: korra and rangi play on the intramural soccer team together. rangi and kyoshi were already dating when they went to college, so kyoshi met korra through her. basketball practice is right after volleyball practice. perfectionist yangchen always stays after to rep things on her own, and chronically early kyoshi is always like twenty minutes early to every practice. they keep running into each other and eventually start chatting, and become fast friends. kyoshi brings rangi and korra with her to cheer yangchen on at a volleyball game, and after the game the four go out to eat where, once again, they become fast friends

when the time comes to find housing for their sophomore year, the three girls decide to get an apartment together, and they live together for the next three years

korra meets bolin on the wrestling team, and then meets mako through him. mako and asami are already dating. korra judges asami as 'just a typical sorority girl' but quickly realizes she was wrong. there is some love triangle drama with those three but it wraps up wayyyy quicker in this au. korra and asami start dating in the spring of their freshman year

funny enough, korra actually meets kavik before anyone else. kavik is on the wrestling team for a little while, but drops it after winter break. kavik and yangchen meet totally separately, and when yangchen introduces him to her friends korra and kavik share a laugh because they've already met before

yangchen and kavik don't start dating until their sophomore year. but it takes like a whole six months for anyone to figure it out because 1) they didn't make any kind of announcement about it and 2) they don't really act that different anyway. so there's a very funny moment where kyoshi and korra come home to find them making out on the couch and are like 'hello???? when did this start??' and yangvik are like 'what do you mean when did this start we've been dating for six months 😭'

naga is korra's great pyrenees and yangchen has two siamese cats, pik and pak. kelsang has a surprisingly sweet tibetan mastiff called pengpeng that kyoshi dogsits sometimes

basically the vibe of this au is 'five of the hottest women you've ever seen - and this one guy that they drag around everywhere'

yangchen, korra, and rangi like to play sand volleyball together at the rec center. yangchen always wins but the other two don't make it easy for her

even though their partners are over so often they basically live there, the three girls have a 'residents only' night once a week where they all hang out together and gossip

the flying opera company is a band that does small gigs on campus/around town. kyoshi does backup vocals for them

yangchen is still pushing herself to insane levels At All Time in this au. girl is playing two sports, triple minoring, and is a member of like half the clubs on campus (she joins any club with volunteering opportunities). one semester korra and kyoshi start 'yangchen's redbull wall' which is exactly what it sounds like. not that they're any better lmao

the other avatars are also here in this au. kuruk is part of a frat but should be on like. suicide watch or something. bro is Going Through It. but he's actually like best friends with all the girls in the apartment. idk what roku is doing. aang is a philosophy major, he and yangchen are study buddies for philosophy classes. and uh. idk about wan either lmao

anyway that's some of the basics + random fun facts! i have lots more but writing this out has made me realize i probably need like a timeline or something haha. feel free to send more asks about this au!

[tabiito]

ACADEMIC LIABILITY or ACADEMIC WEAPON?! — one piece in college

sanji is a hospitality major -> very obvious -> eventually wants to go to culinary school and open his own restaurant, but wants to get some work experience in and wouldn't mind working in a hotel for a year or two -> rooms with zoro; they both got randomly assigned based off signup sheets and they've been torturing the housing incharges to change ever since then -> the housing dept is so fed up with them that they're not budging just to spite them -> zoro regularly buys the wrong kinds of ingredients for him and sometimes messes with his schedules so he's late for classes -> did a semester abroad in france and is planning to do one in italy to intern under his favourite chefs -> watches and falls asleep to reruns of the great british bake off or masterchef jr. -> is a pleasure to generally have in class and submits his assignments on time except when there are any sorts of accounting/finance courses he needs to take ... pesters nami to help with those -> probably tied with chopper and robin as the people who're the most genuinely passionate about their major -> hosts sunday study sessions where everyone comes to his dorm and studies while he cooks lunch for them -> makes nami, vivi and robin bentos the days they have long classes and drops them off at their buildings -> will make people on his floor food if they ask for it -> actually not that big of a fan of huge parties but gets dragged along by luffy anyways -> 100% academic weapon

zoro is a kinesiology major -> him and ace are prolific nappers. will nap anywhere: under a tree in the quad, in the library, in classes, etc. -> that is, if zoro actually makes it to his classes in the first place, he's so directionally challenged -> took him months to figure out the campus layout, will still end up 10-15 minutes late cos he took the wrong staircase up -> mainly just spends his time sleeping in the dorm or at the gym -> very intimidating in the gym, loads of people mistake him for a varsity athlete cos he'll casually be bench pressing mad numbers -> will spot your weights and help you out if you ask tho <3 -> sanji gets back at him by playing ridiculously loud music while cooking and giving him the wrong directions -> he still has to admit that for what it's worth he keeps sanji around since he's practically memorised zoro's meal preferences and macros (sanji will sneak in some greens and sugar here and there) -> does not party often but when he does he goes beast mode, drunk zoro blushes like crazyyy -> he's a girlfailure academically though, does not keep track of his assignments, all his coursework leaves his head the minute he leaves the classroom -> gets law or chopper to help him with basic biology parts of his major -> at one point paid chopper to do his assignments but chopper was too nice and did them for free until law found out and started going on about "child labour" or something -> he's BARELY making the passing grade -> 100% academic liability nami is a business major -> IT girl!! on top of everything always -> dorms with robin, is literally living the pinterest girl aesthetic -> super organised, notes are color coded, always running around campus with her cup of coffee -> is the president of the campus's women in finance club -> summer internships, TA-ing, you name it she's doing it -> is debating going down the investment banker route because of the 6 figure salary or starting her own business -> invented office siren core. she walks into a class with pointed kitten heels bayonetta glasses and everyone loses their shit -> at the same time is a party MONSTER -> her tolerance is unlimited . got a matching tattoo with vivi and robin one night -> she ran an alcohol supplying racket in her freshman year for a quick buck but switched to more legitimate moneymaking methods in her sophmore year, she now connects students from her highschool with college mentors -> her profs love herrr she hates being called a nerd but she pre-reads all her syllabus, is ready with good questions but she's not a nerd guys!! -> is the campus cafe's best customer. will stop by at least twice a day for some sugar/coffee shot that keeps her sane -> her and robin have a wine night every week where they watch real housewives, do skincare, and catch up on each other's lives -> robin lowkey worries for her because she's very ambitious but she trusts that vivi keeps nami sane when she's not around

robin is an archaeology and history double major -> why is she even in college (is a question her professors keep asking her) -> she could teach the class! (she's assistant in every department she's taken) -> definitely taking the academia route after college, also because she's genuinely passionate about teaching -> is overqualified to even sit in introductory level courses -> has been published as an undergraduate in multiple prestigious journals for papers that she wrote because she was "just curious" -> is a part of student government -> is also a part of the campus debate union, but is not as proactive as other members (eg. luffy) -> double majoring is a breeze for her. her assignments make her professors question their ability to grade -> singlehandedly carries the class average on her back -> is idolised by underclassmen because she's very sweet and patient -> got invited to join a lot of secret societies and sororities during her freshman year but politely declined -> could honestly be successful in any major since she has a general academic knack -> wants to take a year off after college to gain on-site archaeological experience in egypt -> is the mother of the group; everyone comes to her for advice whenever they're struggling to pick classes or feeling down -> her guilty pleasure is a good matcha latte. has bought a full matcha station to perfect her own lattemaking skills -> nami took her thrifting once and now she spends hours on her weekend in shops -> doesn't like partying so is often the designated sober one along with sanji and law, will occasionally smoke with him depending on how tolerable he is -> 100% an academic weapon

a/n: i'm a big yapper so ima do ace luffy chopper and law in the pt 2 for this ⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾

[eroguron0nsense]

The Nagi Nagi no Mi and Trauma Defence Mechanisms

Not sure if anyone else has written on this but I've always found it interesting that they gave Corazon the power of silence to use as a defence against Doffy in both literal and metaphorical terms. Of course, it's a fairly practical thing for a covert operative like Cora to have in that it helps him conceal his presence, but it also protects him from Doffy and lets him fly under the radar because he's continually underestimated by the family because of his supposed trauma-induced aphasia and general clumsiness; it's assumed that he's good at fulfilling his assigned role, but that he's ultimately not a threat and he's only there in spite of his muteness because he's Doffy's younger brother. Even the children, who are under the impression that he hates kids, continually underestimate him and laugh at his antics, oblivious to his attempts to protect as many children as possible from his brother and the family's abuse.

On another note though, that avoidance and solitude might be interpreted as a perfect way to avoid the attention or ire of a terrible family member who is more than willing to hurt you for crossing them; even before he presumably ate the Nagi Nagi no Mi, he never gets any speaking lines in childhood save for begging Doffy not to kill their father. His silence maintains his nonthreatening, unobtrusive facade in front of Doffy, and even when he breaks that facade to protect another potential victim of Doffy's manipulation and violence, he quite literally uses his powers to protect Law from his brother at the moment of his death and allow him to escape undetected. His silence, which leads to his underestimation, is ultimately necessary to defeat the man who hurt him time and again, who robbed him of their father and left him for dead, who was eager to sacrifice him on the altar of his ambition.

We can see that Doffy is a pretty violent and sadistic child, who's internalized this horrifying entitlement and abuser logic by virtue of being raised in Mariejois, and his parents, while well-intentioned, do little to nothing to counter this conditioning or even intervene when he starts throwing tantrums in public where he calls for public executions and enslavement of regular townspeople. We know that he was more than willing to sacrifice Cora for the Ope Ope no Mi. We can also see that Doffy, for all his ostensible pride in his "family", cares nothing for them beyond how he can manipulate them to his own ends and only defends them publicly as extensions of himself. If that's how Doffy feels comfortable behaving in public, it's highly likely (even though its never stated) that he harmed or otherwise made Cora hate and fear him at home even before shit went south, with little to no real intervention from their parents. And I just like that, rather than cowardice, they made Cora's voluntary silence–his defence mechanism against his abusive brother– into something that he uses for the sake of undermining and ultimately defeating Doffy, and for the sake of protecting another child from his lifelong abuser.

[froznwater]

You win some and you lose some (Alenoah)

Growing up, Alejandro was a I always win type of child. There was no losing. There was no throwing on purpose. There wasn’t a bigger picture. Only winning. Come forth grade, he started to see how boosting classmates' egos could in turn boost their opinion of him. And, by product, give him a leg up in both school and social status. 

He was on top of the world. A few gifts and charming compliments netted him every student of the year award on top of about a dozen others. 

Freshman year though. That almost really humbled him. There were a few bothers, that he got rid of rather quickly. Students the teachers seemed to like just a little too much. Kids whose grades he needed to strike down early, and eliminate the possible enemy later. 

Everything was fine. And then it wasn’t.

Noah showed up sophomore year and appeared to have a special talent for flying under the radar. Until he started taking the places of Alejandro’s name in the morning announcements. In almost every aspect that didn’t involve sports.

That year, they didn’t share any classes. Alejandro almost never ran into the boy. Only saw a couple flops of his overgrown hair in the hallway in between classes. (He looked him up online, then, when that yielded no results, searched through neighboring highschool yearbooks.) 

The next year, Noah was in every single one of his AP classes. And he didn’t give a single shit about any of Alejandro’s advances. Responded coldly when Alejandro forced his signature friendly smile. Put his headphones in when Alejandro greeted him in the halls. He didn’t react to flirting. 

So, for the first time in his life, Alejandro started working harder. There was someone he couldn’t beat. Someone he couldn’t manipulate.

He paid attention. Learned his schedule. Learned what he ate for lunch. Learned who his friends were. 

That got his attention. When Alejandro started fucking around with Owen and Eva. Flirted with Gwen and led on Leshawna, only to leave her in pieces.  

It only seemed to motivate him more. It’s exhilarating. 

Noah always seems to have a comeback. Always something to say. Always one step ahead or one step behind and Alejandro literally wakes in the morning trying to make sure that he is in the lead. Thinking up what he can say or do or be to throw him off.

Senior year and the race is too close to tell. All Alejandro knows is that it’s him or Noah. Third place is a whole .3 gpa behind and that’s not even a doable comeback at this point. 

All he has to do is think, breathe, look, and speak Noah. 

And then Courtney moves to town half way through the year. Her gpa is right there with them. 4.05. And she’s running for school president and interning at some fancy law office on the other side of town and her father has just as much pull as his own. And she wants nothing to do with anyone. A real Type-A good girl that has her sights set on Harvard. 

And all of the sudden this isn’t fun anymore.

Alejandro and Noah team up. There’s no way this random girl can just wander in and steal their place for free. She needs a distraction. Something that will help her live a little. 

And what better distraction than love? Someone to give her butterflies. Just enough to miss that one assignment and throw her out of the competition forever. 

Gwen seems like the perfect candidate. 

-

Academic rivals Alejandro and Noah team up to set Courtney with their friend Gwen and fall in love in the process.

(this is not my day 2 LMAO. I was just thinking about this and wanted to type it out)

[humanrightsupdates]

Mexico Moves to Protect Platform Workers’ Rights

Amendment Grants Platform Workers Access to Healthcare, Pension

Mexico’s congress has approved an amendment to the country’s federal labor law to uphold the labor rights of workers for digital labor platforms.

The amendment reclassifies workers to “employees” from “independent contractors” when their monthly income from digital labor platforms – such as Uber and Didi – exceeds the minimum wage (approximately USD$415 per month). This change grants them access to the social security system, which provides health care, old-age pensions, and paid sick leave. It also ensures workers can set their own working hours and guarantees their right to unionize, marking a significant step forward in safeguarding platform workers’ rights.

The amendment will come into force once signed by President Claudia Sheinbaum, who proposed it.

Human Rights Watch has documented how digital labor platforms use opaque and ever-changing algorithms to allocate jobs and determine pay rates, offering workers no transparency into how their work is allocated and paid, and no meaningful ways to challenge these decisions. This amendment attempts to address this by requiring companies to publish transparent policies on how algorithms are used to assign tasks, and how these policies impact workers. This provision, along with others providing legal recourse and complaints mechanisms in situations of rights violations, could significantly help safeguard workers’ rights.

The bill also tackles violence and harassment that, too often, is a feature of digital platform work, especially for women workers. The law requires platform companies to adopt a gender-sensitive approach and ensure workers are protected from discrimination and harassment. In 2022, Mexico ratified the International Labour Organization’s Convention on Violence and Harassment, making a commitment to eliminate violence and harassment at work.

[worldmediathewhowhatwhen]

A Catholic nun was the first U.S. woman to earn a Ph.D. in computer science.

Although computer science goes back to the 19th century, the academic field really came into its own in the early 1960s. The first United States graduates with advanced computer science degrees emerged in the middle of that decade, and the first two Ph.D. candidates graduated on the same day (from different schools) on June 7, 1965. One of the graduates was not only the first U.S. woman to earn a Ph.D. in the field, but also a nun: Sister Mary Kenneth Keller, who earned her degree from the University of Wisconsin-Madison. (The other candidate was Irving Tang of Washington University in St. Louis.)

Keller was born Evelyn Keller, and her name was changed to Mary Kenneth after she took her vows with the Sisters of Charity of the Blessed Virgin Mary (BVM) in 1933 at age 19. She was assigned to teach elementary and high school for the next 29 years, so she earned her academic degrees slowly so as not to interfere with her duties. She graduated from DePaul University with a bachelor’s degree in mathematical sciences in 1943 and a master’s in mathematics in 1952.

Keller was working as a high school math teacher in Chicago when she took her first computer workshop in 1961. “I just went out to look at a computer one day,” she told religious publication The Witness, “and I never came back.” By delegating mundane tasks to computers, Keller said, people could “aspire to higher levels of thinking.” After graduation, she founded the computer science department at Clarke University, a college founded by the BVM in Dubuque, Iowa. She also taught adult computer classes on the side, including tutoring the famed architect Buckminster Fuller, and helped develop educational modules for BASIC programming.

An escaped Renaissance nun lived her life as a swashbuckling man.

Soon after Spanish Basque nun Catalina de Erauso, born in the late 16th century, escaped her convent at age 15, she sewed her first set of men’s clothing from her own habit. She lived the rest of her life under multiple assumed male identities, eventually settling on Antonio de Erauso. During her many adventures, she killed seven people (including her own brother), took women as lovers, worked as a soldier in Latin America, and had multiple run-ins with the law, including avoiding two death sentences. After disclosing her story to a bishop in 1623, she became an international celebrity.