#Networking-Events

[kiaktuell]

Karrieremessen fokussieren sich zunehmend auf KI und Technologieberufe

In den letzten Jahren hat sich der Arbeitsmarkt rasant verändert, insbesondere durch den Einfluss neuer Technologien und der Künstlichen Intelligenz (KI). Karrieremessen, die als Plattformen für Arbeitgeber und Bewerber dienen, passen sich diesen Entwicklungen an und setzen zunehmend den Fokus auf KI und technologieorientierte Berufe. Diese Evolution spiegelt nicht nur die Nachfrage nach…

[falloutnewnobody]

seriously i try to keep politics off this blog but if you plug "donald trump rigged election into the search bar you get this

vs if you censor the term "rigged" you get this

[inkedinserendipity]

just finished re-reading all systems red and the way martha wells' narration directly tracks murderbot's thoughts is, like, diabolical in retrospect.

because on my first read-through, i'll be honest. i did not remember the presaux crew at all. pin-lee and gurathin show up in exit strategy and i, remembering nothing about those two except ":D! presaux friends!" expected them to be like "omg hey murderbot!" because i figured the presaux crew would be excited to see their secunit again. i did not remember pin-lee's temper or gurathin's skepticism. because the presaux crew kinda blurred together for me in the first book. because that's how murderbot saw them too!

all systems red has the most en media res of all en media res beginnings. not just because it starts in the middle of an action sequence, but because it also starts in the middle of an emotional sequence. the survey has been happening, for, what - a couple of weeks? - by the time asr starts. murderbot has already met the crew. they have already formed impressions of it. but, crucially, it has formed almost no opinions of them*.

it's been watching media and half-assing its job. and at this point in murderbot's journey, and therefore its internal narration that forms the text, a human is a human is a human. it is not invested in their work, so we don't hear about the start of their survey. it literally starts paying attention to them when they are in danger and when they start to realize that it is a person, because that is when murderbot has to start paying attention.

and this is why i remembered almost nothing distinct about the presaux crew. there are a lot of crew members, but murderbot spends very little time thinking about them as individuals. so the narration tends to skim over their distinct personalities, because murderbot doesn't really consider them* at all!

and then of course we come to exit strategy and network effect, and the contrast could not be more clear. now it's got opinions about everyone, and because it has a better grasp on their personalities, the narrative does too. oh yes that's arada, wibbly bulwark, the human murderbot trusts to not be overconfident and ignore its advice. that's gurathin. it doesn't like gurathin. that's pin-lee, the combatunit of lawyers, well-dressed and sharp-tongued. and of course, that's ratthi (tag: bestie!!), who stays in the car because he will get himself killed by something.

and of course, there's dr mensah. but she was always an exception.

*dr mensah is, as she always is when it comes to murderbot, an exception to this generalization. that's tag: intrepid explorer like blorbo from my shows! that you're talking about. even when murderbot mostly tried to avoid humans at all costs, even murderbot paid attention to her. from asr to now, that has been and remains perfectly true.

[bunclops616]

y’know what time it is…

ATTITUDE🗣️‼️‼️

Now walk off 😎

[miaw-myaw-miaw]

Maybe the next one will be B.E.N.-

I like to think that fem!BEN would be mix of Linkle and Link, she still Link fangirl

[fricc-darn]

Help the birthday boy.

(tw body horror)

Still frames:

[slasherflicks999]

thank you pinterest for launching me into yet another multiple day drawing :3

I LOVE HIIIIMAKAMSMSBDIHSSKBSDFHKJABSFD we know this

but oh my god this took almost 7 hours overall LMAO im so tired but like in a good way

you may be looking at his hair and saying “heyyyy gravity doesnt work that way….” in which case you are correct but i thought it would be cool if BEN’s hair kinda floats when he gets all glitchy like how hair does when it’s in water :3 in my head this would also mean it would poof up a little when he gets mad like in a ghibli movie or a cat bc…. cmon that’d be so fun

also idk what his outfit is i just improvised it bc i didn’t wanna design bro a whole outfit LMAO i never know what to draw him wearing!!!!! smh smh.. it’s okay he’s serving

but anyway…….. im so proud of this and how i did the shading hehe :333 i love him i love him i love him im so tired i love him

ref for the pose after the break if anyone wants it :D

[percepeony]

Creepypasta wallpapers 🤸‍♀️

Top 3 fav creepypasta characters of mine 😋

Edit: Y’all can use these. You have my permission.

P. S. The B. E. N. one can be used like an upside down wallpaper since I intended for it to be that way

‼️NO REPOSTS‼️

[caliborat]

[villanevedenier]

Donna Tartt at Clarance House 25th March 2025

[yourlocalaliendog]

[schhhwa]

is it scary?

[ime-ite]

"""business partners"""

[pastaline]

thi stupif oompa lompa chatgpt

[xomakara]

linda my bb!!! congrats on 1k again, you're incredible and im so happy for you ilysm 🩵

now you know i need #1 with san please pretty please with a cherry on top (again ILYSM!!!)

Still Loving You [Hearts Unfolded: XOMAKARA's 1K Event]

SUMMARY | Two high school sweethearts reunite at a mutual friend’s wedding after years apart. PAIRINGS |  San x Reader RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked GENRE |  smut, slight pwp, romance, old flames, reunion CONTENT/WARNINGS | wedding vibes, romantic sex, literally lovemaking, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), vaginal penetration, riding LENGTH |  1,801 words TAGLIST |   @heechwe, @lovetaroandtaemin, @pars-ley NETWORKS |  @illusionnet @cromernet @othersideoutlawsnetwork @winerys-collection @cosyhomenet @keopihaus @ksmutsociety @k-vanity AUTHOR’S NOTE | thank you so much lexi! ilysm too and once again, congrats to the 3k 🥰 I know you didn't specify nsfw but I know your mind haha. It's not as filthy or as long as my other fics but I know you'll still love it. Much love 💛💚

Want to join the event? The rules are here → Hearts Unfolded: XOMAKARA'S 1K EVENT

event masterlist here → HU: Masterlist

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Everything felt right at this moment.

You in his arms, the romantic music of the orchestra filling the whole place, bodies pressed against each other as couples swayed and twirled, lost in their own worlds. All you wanted to do was melt, completely melt, in the comfort that was his arms, never again to be torn apart from one another.

When you parted ways during your high school graduation to live different lives, to go on to college, promising to always stay in touch through text, phone and video chats, a lot of time had passed. Despite your promise, letters weren't written, texts and calls were short and few, and it eventually became an old habit of neither party, much to both of your regret. It was only a stroke of luck that put you both back in the same place at the same time.

By coincidence, or some force of destiny, at this very wedding of mutual friends, was the man you had fallen in love with all those years ago, now having grown and matured from the youthful teenager you remembered and even grown to have the mature features of a fine-looking, eligible man.

"San?" you whisper his name into his ear. "This is really happening, right? You and me together again?"

"Yeah," he smile. "If...that's what you want, of course..."

You smile in the embrace of your shared dance. "No way am I letting you slip out of my fingers again."

As the song drew to an end, so too did the entire ballroom. The DJ put his disc on a brief break to enjoy the evening, and most guests stepped outside onto the expansive patio to get some fresh air and chat more freely. Taking your hand in his, San leads you outside the large venue into the bright night time, and there wasn't any other way to describe the feeling except for heavenly.

It had been so long. His touch felt just like back when you were kids – gentle, sweet and loving.

The two of you had a lot to catch up on, but as fate would have it, fate also had plans in store as you stared out towards the sunset. You both walk into a flower patch, your eyes shifting towards him to notice how his brown eyes watched your every move, but still walking silently in step with one another, savoring the sight of this wonderful moment.

His mind was swimming, filled to the brim with memories and emotion as well as a deepened admiration for the woman walking beside him. He adore everything about you: how kind you were, your beauty, everything. This reunion was something straight out of a dream.

In one smooth movement, San pulls you to his chest, catching you off guard as you're smothered in his scent of masculinity and warmth, then finally feeling his soft lips on top of your hair. "You...remember, right? The first time you kissed me?" he murmur against the crown of your head.

Slowly, you nod and let out a gentle giggle. "Of course. How could I forget? We were both sixteen...and sitting under that giant tree by your house in the moonlight," you remember, moving his palm to press it to your beating heart.

"Can we start this over?" He says, tipping your chin up gently. His eyes were locked on yours, and it took everything he had not to cry right here and now. His thumb ran circles against your lower lip, watching in amazement as they naturally opened up, as if welcoming him to have his fill of what he wants to do most. "I never stopped loving you..."

You never stopped loving him too, and you only needed a brief nod of confirmation before his other hand settled firmly on the nape of your neck, your breath hitching the very second his soft lips made contact with yours. He kissed you deep, sweet, his arms circling around your body and pressing you closer to his, desperate to be rid of the space and distance between your bodies.

"S-San..." his name escapes you as you come up for a much needed breath, gasping at the feeling of his erection poking at you through the fabrics of clothing.

The boy you used to know was no more – he had become a man now.

"Did I go too far?" His eyes were gentle, face worried, hands held up in apology. "We can stop if you're uncomfortable—"

"No...I..." your hands gripped tightly at his sides. "Let's not...stop."

"Mm..." His smile was wider than his kiss and the touch of his hand as it grabs your own and pulls you somewhere else, away from the prying eyes of other wedding-goers.

The only thing on San's mind was the urge to pick up right where the both of you left off years prior, as if nothing had changed. His lips went back to yours in an instant as you had moved indoors, towards his hotel room that was thankfully adjacent to the venue.

Your back hits a closed door behind the privacy of your surroundings and San's arm nudges the doorknob open without ever breaking contact, stumbling inside as he latches his mouth back against yours, trying to soothe the burning of the kiss you had shared together earlier.

"Do you want to continue?" He asks you, bringing your lips away from his again. Both of your breaths were harsh, but there was no other way you'd rather have it. "Tell me you want this as much as I do. As much as I've wanted...I want to love you the way I should have before we split apart."

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling his mouth close to yours. "Make love to me," you plead.

It didn't take a word. The command itself was understood, and by a simple nod of his head, his lips had you. You melt at the slow strokes of his lips moving over yours, slowly kissing and tugging at the edge of your lower lip as he softly pushes you onto the bed.

His lips parted from yours momentarily, just long enough to give him a moment to look at you through half-lidded eyes and then he let out a sigh when you cupped his cheek, wanting desperately to capture your lips again.

You pull his face down, guiding it until your mouth connects with his in an affectionate kiss. Your hand slips lower to brush along his jaw, and when you reach his neck you grab the back of his shirt, leaning backward slowly, prompting him to lay his weight over you. Your mouths had moved, the soft suckling and breathing noises filled the room and as his hands groped for the zipper at the back of your dress.

Suddenly, you laugh.

"What's so funny?" He peered down at you. You grin, unable to help the peals of laughter spilling from your throat as you tap his shoulder.

"Oddest thing," your laugh turns into a smile that reaches your eyes as you gaze fondly up at his face. "Remember that you used to have a difficult time getting me out of my uniform? Always tugging on that button of my blouse, never able to do it because you were too nervous," your smile turns coy when you roll him over onto his back, and crawl on top of his form. "Too bad, I just always ended up being the one who did it for you. Must've been awkward for you when I kept taking my own clothes off, right?"

"Hey, that was your choice..." he lets out a small chuckle.

He allows you to roam his body with your touch, wondering how many lovers he might've taken since your years of absence, but deciding to push the thoughts out of your head. No matter how much time had passed or how many others San had embraced before, all of that didn't matter, you were here with him now, ready to be one with him once again.

It felt like things were moving too fast as your dress was thrown into a careless heap somewhere to the side, along with his trousers, and your upper bodies now laid bare, fully exposed to one another for the first time in years.

With a few more adjustments, it didn't take a minute, maybe even ten seconds, to line up and sink him deep, gasping and groaning softly the whole way, adjusting to the fullness of having him within you once more after so many years of waiting, yearning and hungering for each other.

San didn't move as he waited for you to adjust to his length, a deep grunt leaving his mouth the instant you wrap your arms around his head and bring your face near him to allow your lips to connect. He had craved and hungered for more of your affection all those years you've been separated and never forgotten, wanting to touch and love you more than anyone else, and you were his.

"Just give the word, baby," his lips spoke against yours, your thighs giving him a nice squeeze to spur him on as if to answer his request.

Slow and steady at the beginning, soon came with the intensity of both parties going into overdrive, hips connecting over and over to make you bounce on him, then flip you over onto your back as your head sunk into the comfort of the mattress with the springs creaking from the motion.

"I love you," he grunts. "So much. Every single day. Never stopped, not even once." His pace had gone rough and rapid.

He was pouring himself, body and soul, into you.

"Me too, San-ah," you whisper his name like it was a sacred chant, as you rode out wave after wave of euphoria, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper with every drop of your hips. "Please don't ever stop."

And he wouldn't. He wouldn't. Not ever.

You came at the same time, a rush of hot wetness in your belly that sent your legs into an uncontrollable tremble, his thrusts speeding up once he was about to burst, the erratic motions and speed soon sending you off into a climax not long after.

He collapses next to you after, watching in amazement the glow that cover your entire form, feeling nothing less than blessed in this moment. His lips met the corner of your jawline, nuzzling affectionately down the column of your neck before sighing. "Never gonna let you slip out of my hands ever again. Promise."

You gave a weak, contented laugh and pressed your lips to his before his weight settled next to you. "Guess you'll just have to show me, hm?"

He'd show you in a heartbeat.