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mostlysignssomeportents · 5 months ago

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Keir Starmer appoints Jeff Bezos as his “first buddy”

Picks and Shovels is a new, standalone technothriller starring Marty Hench, my two-fisted, hard-fighting, tech-scam-busting forensic accountant. You can pre-order it on my latest Kickstarter, which features a brilliant audiobook read by Wil Wheaton.

Turns out Donald Trump isn't the only world leader with a tech billionaire "first buddy" who gets to serve as an unaccountable, self-interested de facto business regulator. UK PM Keir Starmer has just handed the keys to the British economy over to Jeff Bezos.

Oh, not literally. But here's what's happened: the UK's Competitions and Markets Authority, an organisation charged with investigating and punishing tech monopolists (like Amazon) has just been turned over to Doug Gurr, the guy who used to run Amazon UK.

This is – incredibly – even worse than it sounds. Marcus Bokkerink, the outgoing head of the CMA, was amazing, and he had charge over the CMA's Digital Markets Unit, the largest, best-staffed technical body of any competition regulator, anywhere in the world. The DMU uses its investigatory powers to dig deep into complex monopolistic businesses like Amazon, and just last year, the DMU was given new enforcement powers that would let it custom-craft regulations to address tech monopolization (again, like Amazon's).

But it's even worse. The CMA and DMU are the headwaters of a global system of super-effective Big Tech regulation. The CMA's deeply investigated reports on tech monopolists are used as the basis for EU regulations and enforcement actions, and these actions are then re-run by other world governments, like South Korea and Japan:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/10/an-injury-to-one/#is-an-injury-to-all

The CMA is the global convener and ringleader in tech antitrust, in other words. Smaller and/or poorer countries that lack the resources to investigate and build a case against US Big Tech companies have been able to copy-paste the work of the CMA and hold these companies to account. The CMA invites (or used to invite) all of these competition regulators to its HQ in Canary Wharf for conferences where they plan global strategy against these monopolists:

https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/cma-data-technology-and-analytics-conference-2022-registration-308678625077

Firing the guy who is making all this happening and replacing him with Amazon's UK boss is a breathtaking display of regulatory capture by Starmer, his business secretary Jonathan Reynolds, and his exchequer, Rachel Reeves.

But it gets even worse, because Amazon isn't just any tech monopolist. Amazon is a many-tentacled kraken built around an e-commerce empire. Antitrust regulators elsewhere have laid bare how Amazon uses that retail monopoly to take control over whole economies, while raising prices and crushing small businesses.

To understand Amazon's market power, first you have to understand "monopsonies" – markets dominated by buyers (monopolies are markets dominated by sellers – Amazon is both a monopolist and a monopsonist). Monopsonies are far more dangerous than monopolies, because they are easier to establish and easier to defend against competitors. Say a single retailer accounts for 30% of your sales: there isn't a business in the world that can survive an overnight 30% drop in sales, so that 30% market share might as well be 100%. Once your order is big enough that canceling it would bankrupt your supplier, you have near-total control over that supplier.

Amazon boasts about this. They call it "the flywheel": Amazon locks in shoppers (by getting them to prepay for a year's worth of shipping in advance, via Prime). The fact that a business can't sell to a large proportion of households if it's not on Amazon gives Amazon near-total power over that business. Amazon uses that power to demand discounts and charge junk fees to the businesses that rely on it. This allows it to lower prices, which brings in more customers, which means that even more businesses have to do business with Amazon to stay afloat:

https://vimeo.com/739486256/00a0a7379a

That's Amazon's version, anyway. In reality, it's a lot scuzzier. Amazon doesn't just demand deep discounts from its suppliers – it demand unsustainable discounts from them. For example, Amazon targeted small publishers with a program called the "Gazelle Project." Jeff Bezos told his negotiators to bring down these publishers "the way a cheetah would pursue a sickly gazelle":

https://archive.nytimes.com/bits.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/10/22/a-new-book-portrays-amazon-as-bully/

The idea was to get a bunch of cheap books for the Kindle to help it achieve critical mass, at the expense of driving these publishers out of business. They were a kind of disposable rocket stage for Amazon.

Deep discounts aren't the only way that Amazon feeds off its suppliers: it also lards junk-fee atop junk-fee. For every pound Amazon makes from its customers, it rakes in 45-51p in fees:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/29/aethelred-the-unready/#not-one-penny-for-tribute

Now, just like there's no business that can survive losing 30% of its sales overnight, there's also no business that can afford to hand 45-51% of its gross margin to a retailer. For businesses to survive at all on Amazon, they have to jack their prices up – way up. However, Amazon has an anticompetitive deal called "most favoured nation status" that forces suppliers to sell their goods on Amazon at the same price as they sell them elsewhere (even from their own stores). So when companies raise their prices in order to pay ransom to Amazon, they have to raise their prices everywhere. Far from being a force for low prices, Amazon makes prices go up everywhere, from the big Tesco's to the corner shop:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/25/greedflation/#commissar-bezos

Amazon makes so much money off of this scam that it doesn't have to pay anything to ship its own goods – the profits from overcharging merchants for "fulfillment by Amazon" pay for all the shipping, on everything Amazon sells:

https://cdn.ilsr.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/AmazonMonopolyTollbooth-2023.pdf

Amazon competes with its own sellers, but unlike those sellers, it doesn't have to pay a 45-51% rake – and it can make its competitor-customers cover the full cost of its own shipping! On top of that, Amazon maintains the pretense that its headquarters are in Luxembourg, the tax- and crime-haven, and pays a fraction of the taxes that British businesses pay to HMRC (and that's not counting the 45-51% tax they pay to Jeff Bezos's monoposony).

That's not the only way that Amazon unfairly competes with British businesses, though: Amazon uses its position as a middleman between buyers and sellers to identify the most successful products sold by its own customers. Then it copies those products and sells them below the original inventor's costs (because it gets free shipping, pays no tax, and doesn't have to pay its own junk fees), and drives those businesses into the ground. Even Jeff "Project Gazelle" Bezos seems to understand that this is a bad look, which is why he perjured himself to the American Congress when he was questioned under oath about it:

https://www.bbc.com/news/business-58961836

Amazon then places its knockoff products above the original goods on its search results page. Amazon makes $38b selling off placement on these search pages, and the top results for an Amazon search aren't the best matches for your query – they're the ones that pay the most. On average, Amazon's top result for a search is 29% more expensive than the best match on the site. On average, the top row of results is 25% more expensive than the best match on the site. On average, Amazon buries the best result for your search 17 places down the results page:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/03/subprime-attention-rent-crisis/#euthanize-rentiers

Amazon, in other words, acts like the business regulator for the economies it dominates. It decides what can be sold, and at what prices. It decides whose products come up when you search, and thus which businesses deserve to live and which ones deserve to die. An economy dominated by Amazon isn't a market economy – it's a planned economy, run by Party Secretary Bezos for the benefit of Amazon's shareholders.

Now, there is a role for a business regulator, because some businesses really don't deserve to live (because they sell harmful products, engage in deceptive practices, etc). The UK has a regulator that's in charge of this stuff: the Competition and Markets Authority, which is now going to be run by Jeff Bezos's hand-picked UK Amazon boss. That means that Amazon is now both the official and the unofficial central planner of the UK economy, with a free hand to raise prices, lower quality, and destroy British businesses, while hiding its profits in Luxemourg and starving the exchequer of taxes.

The "first buddy" role that Keir Starmer just handed over to Jeff Bezos is, in every way, more generous than the first buddy deal Trump gave Elon Musk.

Starmer's government claims they're doing this for "growth" but Amazon isn't a force for growth, it's force for extraction. It is a notorious underpayer of its labour force, a notorious tax-cheat, and a world-beating destroyer of local economies, local jobs, and local tax bases. Contrary to Amazon's own self-mythologizing, it doesn't deliver lower prices – it raises prices throughout the economy. It doesn't improve quality – this is a company whose algorithmic recommendation system failed to recognize that an "energy drink" was actually its own drivers' bottled piss, which it then promoted until it was the best-selling energy drink on the platform:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/20/release-energy/#the-bitterest-lemon

There's a reason that the UK, the EU, Japan and South Korea found it so easy to collaborate on antitrust cases against American companies: these are all countries whose competition law was rewritten by American technocrats during the Marshall Plan, modeled on the US's own laws. The bedrock of US competition law is 1890's Sherman Act, whose author, Senator John Sherman, declared that:

If we will not endure a King as a political power we should not endure a King over the production, transportation, and sale of the necessaries of life. If we would not submit to an emperor we should not submit to an autocrat of trade with power to prevent competition and to fix the price of any commodity.

https://pluralistic.net/2022/02/20/we-should-not-endure-a-king/

Jeff Bezos is the autocrat of trade that John Sherman warned us about, 135 years ago. And Keir Starmer just abdicated in his favour.

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If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/22/autocrats-of-trade/#dingo-babysitter

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sergeifyodorov · 5 months ago

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Hi!

This is maybe a bit left of field, but I love your blog and you seem very knowledgeable so maybe you (or one of your followers?) have an idea.

Can you recommend some reading material on sports in general? It can absolutely be hockey related but I’m talking sort of bigger scope. More specifically, how (team) sports relate to society as a whole, what role it plays for humanity, maybe it’s history? What about the fan culture?

For context, I come from a pretty academic family where growing up there was this all encompassing prejudice of “it’s for stupid people” (which is clearly stupid in itself). I guess I’m trying to break the mold, but all of it is culturally very new to me.

It can be books, articles, essays, anything.

I realise I sound like a nerd, but. Maybe?

I love this q!!! I'm going to list some of my favourites, but I also haven't read everything (or even most things) so I'll leave it open to the floor to add to. If you have recs for this anon, please reblog with additions!

Moneyball by Michael Lewis and its semi-not-really sequel Big Data Baseball by Travis Sawchik are about the analytics revolutions in baseball - Moneyball about the original one that sparked from amateur mathematician Bill James' writings, and Big Data about the inception of the Statcast era about fifteen years later.

The Game by Ken Dryden is a biography by one of the greatest goalies and minds ever to play the sport. I would recommend almost anything written by Dryden, but this is really his masterwork.

17776 is a work of fiction written by Jon Bois, but I feel like it fits within the scope of your question anyway - thematically it seeks to ask and answer why we play sports and what they mean to us. It's also written and presented online for free and you can just google it, so you don't have to hunt through your libraries or buy a copy!

The Game of Our Lives by Peter Gzowski is a rarer one, especially if you're not Canadian, but I have a personal connection so I'll always recommend it anyway. It's written about Wayne Gretzky during his initial NHL season, and examines the way we think of greatness, what makes hockey players great (on a technical as well as social level), and the ideal of a Great Hockey Player as it relates to Canadian national identity.

Along that thread, I'll finally recommend the works of sociologist Kristi Allain, who's written multiple papers on the construction of Canadian identity both within hockey and within media discussing it, and the socialization and experiences of Canadian and non-Canadian hockey players.

#asks

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snezka-049 · 3 months ago

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Snezka and SCP-049 beginning (lore)

1. Dr. Snezhana Lewandowski lore (Snezka)

(Events before the containment breach).

In the corridors of the SCP Foundation, where secrets and anomalies are hidden from the public eye, Dr. Snezhana Lewandowski worked. Her life was full of mystery, and this is what drew her to the world of anomalies.

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Name: Snezhana Lewandowski

Age: ██

Date of Birth: 27/08/ ████

Clearance Level: Third

Personnel Category: B

Specialty: IT Specialist. Psychologist.

Place of work: Zone 19

Foundation experience: 5 years

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Education

First: IT-Specialist.

Snezhana enrolled in the Faculty of Information Technology at a state university. During her studies, she specialized in cybersecurity and data analytics.

After graduating with a Bachelor's degree, then a Master's degree, she continued her education in graduate school, where she focused on research in the areas of:

1. Information Security.

2. Big data analytics.

She defended her doctoral dissertation on "Anomaly detection methods for system and big data", which attracted the attention of the SCP Foundation.

Second: Psychologist.

After achieving the success she needed in technical education, she decided to fulfill her life's main dream of working in the field of psychology. Due to some unpleasant events in her childhood, she did not have the opportunity to study in this field, so she had to temporarily change her orientation in life.

From an early age, Snezhana has shown an interest in psychology and human behavior. The motivation for this comes from a tough youth and personal traumatic experiences. Her goal was to help those who couldn't make it on their own, as she once couldn't. After enough time had passed, she managed to apply to the academy to study psychology. Upon graduating from the academy, Snezhana specialized in the areas of:

1. Clinical psychology.

2. Experimental psychology.

3. Counseling psychology.

After she got a job in a psychoneurological dispensary, gaining valuable experience and practice, a broader understanding of the inner world of people.

Invitation to the Foundation

Finding contacts and personal information about Snezhana was not difficult for the Foundation. Having noticed her abilities, the Foundation ordered to send a recruiter - ████ ██████ - into her social circle to get more information about the candidate. As a result, the recruiter ████ and Snezhana became close friends.

After some time of observation and communication of the recruiter with her, having received all the necessary information, the Board of the Foundation came to the decision to give her the invitation to work.

Realizing the risks and danger, Snezhana accepted the invitation, having resigned from her previous job after working for about 2 years.

After testing, interviewing and training, she became an employee of the Foundation with a level 2 security clearance.

Career at the Foundation

Snezhana started her career as a junior specialist in cybersecurity, a little later gaining a junior position in psychology.

Her specialization is a unique combination of programming and psychology, allowing her to look at anomalies from two perspectives: both as complex systems that require analysis, and as entities with their own consciousness and motivation.

Incident

While analyzing data, Dr. Lewandowski came across strange signals on the network. These were not just hacking attempts - they were coming from an entity known as SCP-███ She and others in the programming field developed a comprehensive defense strategy. In the process, they faced many challenges: the SCP-███ system was constantly adapting, and they had to find new solutions. Under conditions of stress and strain, Dr. Lewandowski managed to implement their real-time protection algorithm.

After that, for some reason, she was assigned more work in the field of psychology. Also, her success in the incident gave her a promotion to level 3 clearance.

In psychology

Dr. Lewandowski researches and analyzes object psychology. She develops methods of interacting with abnormal entities and helps in understanding their behavior.

Real security is achieved not only through physical barriers, but also through the emotional stability of employees. She took time to help her colleagues through seminars and psychology trainings for the staff of the Facility, trying to create an atmosphere of trust and mutual support among the employees.

For about 2 years, Dr. Lewandowski worked only with Safe Class facilities, and after being promoted to Senior Specialist in Psychology, she was ordered to work with Euclid Class facilities.

This promotion led her to meet one subject that changed her life, and in the future, his too... SCP-049 - Plague Doctor.

2. Lewandowski and SCP-049

(Events on the eve of the containment breach).

Experiment

The first days of Dr. Lewandowski and the SCP-049 subject were formal, protocol-driven. Lewandowski conducted standard interview sessions in an attempt to understand the motives and nature of his subject. The subject was cool and detached.

She knew SCP-049 was dangerous, but she saw him not only as an anomaly, but as a complex, multifaceted individual. His words were full of sadness and loneliness, imbued with longing and melancholy. She understood his logic, his pain, his desire to “help,” even if the methods were questionable, but perhaps all is not what it seems at first glance.

And yet she too had thought similar things to what SCP-049 had said, that the world was sick, humanity needed to be saved. Ever since she was a child, she had had thoughts like his in her mind.

She had a theory that there were no bad people in the world, but wounded people who had not been healed. She believed that a person becomes wounded, after being treated unfairly or cruelly, by similarly wounded people. If a person does not work on their wound, it will not heal, because there are many wounded people in the world that will scratch that wound, making it bigger. And this pain and resentment, like a virus or rot, infects his soul completely, making the person the same as the one who once inflicted the wound. Later that person carries this pain and resentment further, taking it out on others, making more infected. It is an endless cycle that cannot be eradicated completely, but can be minimized. Some can handle it, and some need help. You have to want help, you have to understand the situation and try to solve it too, because no one can help you better than you can help yourself, and that's what Snezka had to go through.

She thought these thoughts were strange, but after so many years, there was a creature that literally reflected her thoughts, with whom you can share this theory, and perhaps get understanding.

She saw herself in him, only a better version of herself, but with the same mental problems.

— How can that be!? He's just an abnormal object, why can't I stop thinking about him!? I can't stop thinking about him, his words. Maybe it's my soft nature, too compassionate, empathic, or maybe it's his anomalous action?

Dr. Lewandowski felt a kindred spirit in him and wanted to have more sessions with him, and most importantly, she wanted to get away from formal conversation, and share her thoughts with him about their common problem.

She decided to send a request to the management above about the idea of having experimental conversations with SCP-049, so that he would see Dr. Lewandowski as genuinely understanding, get comfortable with her, and tell her more about his treatment, himself, and the fever. Approval was granted, but it was a long wait. Finally she could be sincere with him.

Trust

New conversations with SCP-049, but not as formal as before, it took several such conversations before SCP-049 settled down with Dr. Lewandowski.

He told her more about the fever, about the treatment, they began to have deep dialogues about life and death, about philosophy, about society, SCP-049 even began to tell stories from his own life. Lewandowski also told him about her life, but she liked to listen to him more.

She found comfort in his monologues about the world, about death, about eternity, his stories about medicine. Her mind resisted, but her heart could no longer deny it: she felt something more than professional interest in him. It was a dangerous game, bordering on insanity. She knew it, but she couldn't stop. Lewandowski realized that her feelings were illogical, unacceptable, but they were there. Her greatest fear was that the Foundation would suspect something and restrict her access to him, which unfortunately happened...

Another conversation between SCP-049 and Lewandowski, the subject had already started addressing her by her favorite version of her name, Snezka, while she addressed him as Doctor. Suddenly the object fell silent.

— Doctor? Is everything all right?

— ...Yes. Snezka, let me demonstrate something to you, you should know....

The subject held out his hand, as far as it was possible being handcuffed for safety's sake, and nodded, offering to touch her. Sensing that this venture might not end well, Lewandowski extended her palm, and SCP-049 touched it.

— Wait, what...? Oh... My thoughts about your abilities were valid. - Was the last thing Snezka said before the cell door opened and she was summoned to leave.

Reprimand

— Dr. Lewandowski, your experimental conversations with the subject have come to an end. We have all the information we need, you will no longer have to work with SCP-049. Let's be honest, it seems you've begun to abuse your access to the facility, and the Foundation board has some questions about that.

— ...It was part of an experiment, you see.... It gave you a lot of new information, before such experiments such informative results were not observed. - said Lewandowski in her defense.

— Lucky for you that it didn't end in your death! Objects like 049 are dangerous, you can't trust them or reach out to them. Or have you forgotten what he did to Dr. Hamm? And everything was fine at first, too. This object is unpredictable! You're lucky you're a valued member of our staff, and this is the first time you've had an incident like this, otherwise we'd be forced to take action.

Separation

More work with other facilities has now fallen on her. One day, she dared to inquire about SCP-049. But she didn't get a clear answer.

Meanwhile, SCP-049 was asking the same question to the staff - when would Dr. Lewandowski visit?

— We're sorry, but Dr. Lewandowski has declined to work with you, SCP-049.

— ...That can't be true, you're lying! She couldn't have done it, I can feel it!

Subject SCP-049 became hostile to the Foundation, uncooperative and drove all attempts at contact away.

All or Nothing

— "Is the dream and freedom worth risking the lives and safety of others?" — Pondered by Dr. Lewandowski . — "Risking everything, insanity, selfishness(?). But if it's for a great purpose, for the good of all mankind..."

INCIDENT ██-████

(Latest walkie-talkie recordings)

(Static noise and warning signal sound)

Operator One: (Confused) This is operator one. Security protocol has failed! Repeat, security protocol has failed! All subjects... all subjects are at large!

Agent █: Reporting a security breach in Sector 3. Doors unresponsive, cameras disabled. Looks like SCP-███ is out of control.

Commander ███████: be careful! Confirm the presence of the intruder and take action to apprehend him.

(Noise, sound of gunshots)

Agent ██: (panic) This is crazy! Reporting SCP-███ is not alone. There are several other objects present. Very aggressive, we need help, repeat ████████████████ (interference).

Commander ████████: Come in, Agent ██, come in!!! (communication lost).

Commander ████████: Fuck...

Dr. █████: It could be SCP-███! He could have hacked into the security system and released the other facilities.

Commander ████: █████, are you sure? How?!

Dr. █████: I can't say for sure, but... (struggle noise) HOW ARE YOU!? STOP, DOCTOR... (interference).

Commander ████: All personnel to the assault! Stop the targets at all costs! What the hell's going on! Where's all the security personnel!?

(explosions, shouting)

Agent █████: They're all over the place

Agent ██: Where's the ██ squad?

Agent █████: they're holding back SCP-682

Agent ██: he's the last fucking thing we need!

SB-2: SB-1, this is SB-2! We've got-- we've got SCP-███breaking through! We can't stop him!

SB-1: Hold him off at all costs! Support is on the way.

(Siren and explosions)

Operator Three: SB-1, this is Operator Three! The ██ camera signal is gone! SCP-█████... he's out!

SB-1: All SB personnel to camera ██! Isolate SCP-█████! Repeat, isolate SCP-█████! (radio interference)

End of Calm

There has been a massive failure of the entire Foundation security system in Area 19, as well as a power failure. Security protocol, alarms, and warnings went off with a delay with most of the dangerous objects wreaking havoc in the Foundation. The alleged culprit of the SCP-“”" incident. Likely had accomplices, an investigation is underway.

During the incident, a large number of soldiers and staff died. There was a leak of several objects to freedom. The lists of dead and missing were equal. Dr. Snezana Lewandowski and SCP-049 were also listed as missing, among dozens of personnel and facilities.

The SCP Foundation, having suffered loss and damage, is doing its best to restore order after the chaos, but the world is no longer safe as before.

3. Conversations between Lewandowski and SCP-049

Interviewer: Dr. Snezhana Lewandowski, Area 19

Interviewee: SCP-049

[START RECORDING]

Dr. Lewandowski: Good afternoon, SCP-049. I am your psychologist, Dr. Snezhana Lewandowski. It's a pleasure to meet you!

SCP-049: Greetings, doctor, I hope we can work together.

Dr. Lewandowski: I think so! So, how are you feeling today?

SCP-049: (pause) I feel... A burden. A burden that is hard to describe in words. Every day I see suffering, and it depresses me.

Dr. Lewandowski: Are you talking about human suffering? About those whom you refer to as sick people?

SCP-049: Yes. The weathering is not just a physical condition. This world, this wretched piece of the universe, is forever doomed to suffer. (Irritated) Mortals, powerless over their own weaknesses, forever seek salvation in false doctrines and vain hopes. They build cities out of flimsy material, create weapons that can destroy themselves, and cling to life without realizing its true nature. I see their pain, their despair, feel their fear of the inevitable. And I know I can help them. But they don't understand. They fear me! They reject my mercy! They call me a monster, a monstrosity! I see them trying to stop me, lock me up, impose their rules. But can you limit what is beyond their comprehension? Can one defeat that which is eternal? Their attempts are futile. I will always exist. Let them resist, let them fear. It only confirms their blindness.

(A moment's silence)

Dr. Lewandowski: (Sigh)...Have you ever thought about why this “fever” bothers you so much? What exactly causes you to feel so strongly about it?

SCP-049: (sighs) I have witnessed a lot of suffering. I have seen people lose hope, I have seen them fall victim to their weakness. This makes me want to help, but sometimes I feel that my efforts are futile.

Dr. Lewandowski: Do you feel that your help is really effective? Or is there any doubt about your methods?

SCP-049: (with some irritation) My methods are the only way to free people from their suffering! I cannot afford to doubt my vocation. But sometimes... It catches up with me.

Dr. Lewandowski: It is normal to have doubts. Many people face similar feelings. What do you do to deal with these emotions?

SCP-049: I continue my work. I focus on my goals.

Dr. Lewandowski: Maybe you should take time to reflect on yourself and your feelings. It may help you better understand your motivation and calm your mind.

SCP-049: I don't think so, but... You may be right. I worry that if I stop, the darkness around me will consume everything.

Dr. Lewandowski: (Pause)...How I understand that. Sometimes you have to take a step back to see the big picture. It doesn't mean you stop fighting the disease. It can only make you stronger.

SCP-049: Perhaps...

Dr. Lewandowski: This is an important step. And remember, you are not alone in your experience. I'm here to help you make sense of it.

SCP-049: Thank you... I'll try to remember that.

[END RECORDING]

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Interviewer: Dr. Snezhana Lewandowski, Area 19

Interviewee: SCP-049

[START RECORDING]

Dr. Lewandowski: Good evening Doctor, how are you feeling?

SCP-049: It would be better if I were allowed to return to my work.

Dr. Lewandowski: Don't worry Doctor, you will definitely be given that opportunity...

SCP-049: Really? Really!? I'm finally going back to work, I'm glad to hear that! When do I get a patient?

Dr. Lewandowski: ...Unfortunately, I don't have that information.

SCP-049: Maybe you could influence this situation? Explain my urgent need to progress with my treatment!

Dr. Lewandowski: I don't think I can... Doctor, you need to rest, you've been working hard. As a doctor, you should know that rest is very important for high productivity.

SCP-049: (Sighs) I wish I had something to do in these four walls...

Dr. Lewandowski: I have a suggestion. Do you like to read? I can bring you some books if the Foundation leadership says so.

SCP-049: That's a very marvelous idea.

Dr. Lewandowski: What kind of literature do you prefer?

SCP-049: I was interested in modern books about medicine, it is interesting to study what is being written about it now. It would be interesting to read something from philosophy.

Dr. Lewandowski: Excellent choice Doctor, we have the same taste in literature. Would you mind if I brought a couple more books on my recommendation for you?

SCP-049: Sounds good, I agree.

Dr. Lewandowski: See you, Doctor.

SCP-049: See you, thank you for such an interesting proposal, Dr. Lewandowski.

[END OF RECORDING]

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Interviewer: Dr. Snezhana Lewandowski, Area 19

Interviewee: SCP-049

[START RECORDING]

Dr. Lewandowski: Good evening, Doctor.

SCP-049: Good evening, Dr. Lewandowski.

Dr. Lewandowski: I want to understand how you feel when you look at the world through the prism of your...your uniqueness.

SCP-049: (hesitantly) Uniqueness?

Dr. Lewandowski: I'm talking about wisdom. You have lived for centuries, watching the birth and decline of civilizations. What have you learned in that time?

(Minute's silence)

SCP-049: I've seen nations rise and fall, empires born of dust and turned to stone, ideas ignite people's hearts and turn to ash. (Pause). I realized that existence is a perpetual cycle of birth and death, a constant struggle for survival. People are so hungry for meaning, but it eludes them.

Dr. Lewandowski: Isn't this struggle, this longing for meaning, the very essence of being?

SCP-049: (With sadness in his voice) Meaning... (Pause) It wanders like a ghost through the labyrinths of our consciousness. We search for it in religion, in science, in art, but it eludes us, leaving only emptiness.

Dr. Lewandowski: But don't you see, Doctor? You create your own meaning by helping people to get rid of the disease. You believe in what you're doing, Doctor. You believe it's necessary.

SCP-049: Faith... (Pause) This is another one of those ghosts that haunt us. I see things that others do not see, and it pains me. It pains me to see the suffering that is inevitable for all living things.

Dr. Lewandowski: And you're trying to help, Doctor...

SCP-049: (Interrupting) We are but pawns in the hands of fate. Our actions are insignificant in comparison to eternity.

Dr. Lewandowski: Don't say that, Doctor. You are not a pawn. You are the creator of your own destiny. And I believe you will find your path, your meaning.

SCP-049: (Heavy sigh) But not in this place, not here, not now.

Dr. Lewandowski: (Pause) You know Doctor... I'd like to share with you a thought that has been on my mind since I was a child.

SCP-049: What is it that's bothering you?

[recording interrupted for 5 minutes]

Dr. Lewandowski: I almost forgot, the Foundation gave me permission to bring you some books.

(Took several books out of her bag and placed a stack on the table next to the subject)

SCP-049: (With joy in her voice) Glad to hear that! Immensely grateful to the Foundation and of course to you, Dr. Lewandowski.

Dr. Lewandowski: (Smiling) I'm glad it lifted your spirits. See you later, we'll be sure to discuss what we read next time.

SCP-049: I look forward to seeing you.

[END RECORDING]

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Interviewer: Dr. Snezhana Lewandowski, Zone 19

Interviewee: SCP-049

[START RECORDING]

Dr. Lewandowski: Hello, Doctor! How are you today?

SCP-049: Good afternoon, Dr. Lewandowski. I'm feeling... quite well. I've been studying some of the books you brought me at the last meeting.

Dr. Lewandowski: Excellent! Which books did you enjoy the most?

SCP-049: I was impressed with the works on human nature. Their authors convey emotions and experiences in a very subtle way.

Dr. Lewandowski: Yes, literature can indeed be a great way to understand people. Is there anything that surprised you about these books?

SCP-049: I was surprised by how diverse human feelings are. Everyone experiences love, fear, and hope in their own way.

Dr. Lewandowski: Yes, humans are amazing creatures! What about you? Have you ever experienced something similar to love?

SCP-049: (Pause) I'm not sure. My life has been devoted to fighting the windfall, and I haven't given much thought to such feelings. But... sometimes I feel warm when I talk to you. (turns away)

Dr. Lewandowski: I'm glad to see your condition has improved markedly. I feel warm when we talk, too. (Pause) You are an unusually interesting conversationalist.

SCP-049: (surprised) Interesting? I've always thought of myself as rather... odd. But it's nice to hear you say that. You don't hear that very often in this place, in general... I've never heard it from you.

Dr. Lewandowski: Weird people can be very interesting! We all have our unique qualities. For example, your view of the world is something special, not strange. By the way, have you read that novel?

SCP-049: The Master and Margarita? Yes, an interesting work about the power of love and the struggle against darkness.

Dr. Lewandowski: I think there are so many layers and philosophical themes there. You know, you sound like the Master (Laughs).

SCP-049: Hmm... There's something, maybe, and you remind me of Marguerite.

Dr. Lewandowski: (Laughs) That's probably true. Unfortunately, I have to go. Don't forget, you deserve to be understood. And I'm here to help you do just that.

SCP-049: (With a slight sadness in his voice) Your support gives me strength.

Dr. Lewandowski: We all need each other's support.

SCP-049: I look forward to our future conversations.

[END OF RECORDING]

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Interviewer: Dr. Snezhana Lewandowski, Area 19

Interviewee: SCP-049

[START RECORDING]

Dr. Lewandowski: Good afternoon Doctor, I would like to know what your thoughts have been occupied with lately?

SCP-049: Greetings. (Pause) Relatively recently, I've been thinking about the nature of human cruelty.

Dr. Lewandowski: Cruelty... (Pause) Unfortunately, it permeates every facet of existence, like a shadow that follows the light.

SCP-049: Yes. (Sighs) I watch people, and it makes me sad how capable they are of terrible things. There is a darkness lurking in their hearts that sometimes overshadows even the brightest impulses.

Dr. Lewandowski: As it happens, humanity is a paradox. On the one hand, it creates beautiful works of art, science and culture, and on the other hand, it is capable of ruthless acts of violence and hatred.

SCP-049: Exactly. I see how people can be kind and compassionate, but at the same time they easily cross the line into becoming instruments of destruction. It causes me deep sadness and bewilderment.

Dr. Lewandowski: I share your feelings and support your thoughts, Doctor.

SCP-049: It is most gratifying to know that, Dr. Lewandowski. My mission is to rid mankind of disease. At times I am at a loss as to what to do about this inner cruelty? How do you heal a society that is tearing itself apart?

Dr. Lewandowski: You see, many of these atrocities come from fear, ignorance and hatred. Or perhaps they were mentally wounded once, and that wound, without proper treatment, began to fester, infecting the whole mind and soul.

SCP-049: (Interested) I like the way you think. Abuse is not just physical violence. It is also words that hurt, betrayals and indifference to the suffering of others. In each of these acts I see a reflection of the disease.

Dr. Lewandowski: (Sigh) Sadly, dreams of a world where humanity can overcome its cruelty and learn to love are utopian.

SCP-049: I'm not so sure about that. It's certainly not an easy task, the whole world and one me, the road to healing is long and thorny. But the more I work at it, the closer that peace comes.

Dr. Lewandowski: (Pause) Perhaps someday people will realize that cruelty is not part of their true nature. Perhaps they will learn to see in each other a reflection of themselves and learn to care for those who suffer. Perhaps... (Pause) But sometimes you get the idea that some people are so rotten in their souls that treatment will be useless, and the only thing left to do is to rid the world of that person so they don't hurt others. This is not humane, but in such a case it is possible to make sure that this person stays alive but is not capable of hurting others.

SCP-049: (Surprised) Your thoughts make sense. We've had a rather pleasant dialog. I've never had such an in-depth discussion with anyone else. I feel much better.

Dr. Lewandowski: (Smiling) That's wonderful, Doctor, I confess I don't often have someone to talk to about this either.

[END RECORDING]

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Interviewer: Dr. Snezhana Lewandowski, Area 19

Interviewee: SCP-049

[START RECORDING]

Dr. Lewandowski: Good afternoon, Doctor, how is your mood?

SCP-049: Greetings. My mood is a little down, without my work I'm having a hard time mentally.

Dr. Lewandowski: I'm sorry to hear that, Doctor. (Pause) Let me ask you something.

SCP-049: I'm listening to you.

Dr. Lewandowski: Do you have any pleasant memory from your life?

SCP-049: (Sighs) Unfortunately, there aren't many... (Pause) I do recall one. Yes, it was a time when I was out in the wild, searching for rare herbs and plants in the forest. No people and just the sounds of nature. And then I came to a field, a field of lavender. (Sighs) It's... It was a magical feeling. The field was filled with bright colors and the air was full of a light, slightly spicy aroma. I felt like I was in another world, away from my worries. I walked slowly among the flowers, watching the bees as they worked to gather nectar. The bees are not aware of the suffering that humans are experiencing, they are just doing their job, benefiting the world around them. It made me think: maybe that's what humanity needs - the simple pursuit of the good. (Pause) The whole day I was there. It was wonderful. I dream of being in that moment again one day.

Dr. Lewandowski: That's... It's a wonderful memory, very beautiful.

SCP-049: Yes... It's beautiful. You know, I feel a little better.

Dr. Lewandowski: (Smiling) That's wonderful to hear. Try to remember something else, good thoughts can smooth out your condition within these walls.

SCP-049: I'll try. Thank you for encouraging me to remember this.

[END RECORDING]

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Interviewer: Dr. Snezhana Lewandowski, Area 19

Interviewee: SCP-049

[START RECORDING]

Dr. Lewandowski: Good afternoon Doctor, how is your mood?

SCP-049: Good afternoon Snezka. I guess my mood is somewhere between average and good. Good to see you, how are you feeling?

Dr. Lewandowski: I'm not bad. I have something I'd like to give you. I had a hard time getting permission for it from the foundation, but....

(Took out of her bag a small pillow with a lavender flower print pillowcase and placed it on the table in front of the subject).

This is for you. I remember that you don't need sleep, but that's not what it's for. Rather it is for coziness, and your favorable mood. This pillow is stuffed with lavender.

SCP-049: (Surprised) It's for me?! What a wonderful gift, lavender really calms me down.

Dr. Lewandowski: I'm glad the gift is useful to you. I would have brought you something else, but unfortunately the Foundation has only authorized this one so far.

SCP-049: I am honored by such attention, thank you, Dr..... Snezka. (Pause) ...How did I not notice that... Your last name is...

Dr. Lewandowski: (Interested) Hmm?

SCP-049: Lewandowski, that last name comes from the Old Polish word levanda, which means lavender. What a wonderful coincidence, my favorite plant.

Dr. Lewandowski: (Smiles) Yes, that's right, my favorite too by the way. I am amazed at your knowledge, Doctor!

SCP-049: It is a pleasure to be appreciated and understood by you. I must admit, you are not out of my mind.

Dr. Lewandowski: (Embarrassed) Oh... You know, it's mutual. Doctors aren't supposed to have favorites, but I have to admit...(Pause) You're my favorite patient.

(momentary silence)

SCP-049: I wish we could meet more often...

Dr. Lewandowski: I'd like that too, Doctor...

[END OF RECORDING]

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kybercrystals94 · 9 months ago

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Deepest, Wholehearted Regards

Read here on Ao3!

Whumptober 2024 - Day 7 - Prompt: Only for Emergencies / "It's us or them."

@prompts-of-bad-batch Week 3 Prompt: "Sometimes I think he's still here..."

Rated: G | Words: 914

21 BBY

Wrecker is in the gunner’s mount. He doesn’t want to listen to the argument at his back, doesn’t want to think about how it started or why. He doesn’t want to hear about Tech being too analytical, or Crosshair being too emotional. He doesn’t want to hear Hunter try to mediate.

But the ship is too small for that.

And so he hears everything, whether he wants to or not.

Plan 99.

He hates it.

Crosshair hates it too. Hunter won’t say either way, but Wrecker knows Hunter can’t possibly be okay with it. But Tech thinks they should have a plan for everything. Every possible scenario. It is only logical, he says.

“If one of us were to become unrecoverably compromised,” Tech is arguing, “it would be advantageous to have the ability to communicate such an event discreetly.”

“Having a plan to sacrifice ourselves should not be an option.” Crosshair is seething, voice dangerously low.

“It is a very feasible last resort,” Tech counters.

“Be human for one second and think about how that sounds!”

“That’s enough!” Hunter’s sergeant voice is distinct, leaving no room for argument. “Crosshair, go cool off.”

Something slams down hard, the sound of heavy boots retreating to the cockpit, and the hiss of the door closing. Then heavy, thick silence. Wrecker twists his hands together. He wishes he had Lula.

“I did not mean…” Tech says quietly, but he stops short.

Wrecker thinks Hunter must’ve signaled him to be quiet, to let the conversation drop. Please.

There is a sharp intake of breath. “That is to say,” Tech continues, but his voice sounds strange now, “I did not mean for such a plan to be offensive or macabre. Rather, I believed it would provide a chance to relay information we might not otherwise have an opportunity to express in an event where our demise is imminent.”

Hunter sighs. He sounds tired. “What kind of information?”

“Our deepest, wholehearted regards and our innate desire to put the lives of our brothers above our own,” Tech says. “Plan 99 would embody such sentiments without losing time to do so.”

“That’s a good plan, Tech,” Hunter says after a long stretch of silence. “One I don’t intend for any of us to use.”

“That would be preferable,” Tech agrees. “And I thought it would also serve as a remembrance, for Ninety-Nine. I know he would have conveyed the same information, had he had the chance.”

“Yeah,” Hunter says softly, “He would’ve.”

19 BBY

“Wrecker, I need your help,” Omega says, climbing up into the crash seat next to him.

Wrecker laughs. “Sure, kid! What do ya need?”

Omega gives him her data pad. “Tech is having me memorize all of Clone Force 99’s plans. Can you quiz me?”

Wrecker holds the data pad up where Omega cannot see the screen. “Okay…Plan 7…”

Omega carefully relates each plan in detail, even when Wrecker tries to trick her by repeating a plan a time or two. The girl only laughs and recites the plan again without a hitch.

“Your brain must be almost as big as Tech’s, kid, memorizing all those plans like that,” Wrecker tells her, passing over the data pad and ruffling her feathery blond hair.

Omega giggles and ducks away. “Wait, you forgot one,” she protests, pushing the data pad back at him.

“I did?” Wrecker asks, frowning.

“Yeah! Plan 99.”

Wrecker’s heart drops. “Oh, well, yeah. That’s not really a plan. Not like the other plans, ya know?”

“It only says the sacrifice,” Omega says. “What does that mean?”

“Oh, um,” Wrecker stammers, “maybe you should ask Hunter or Tech. Or Echo.”

“Why?” Omega asks.

“They can explain it a whole lot better than me,” Wrecker says.

Omega frowns. “It makes you sad, doesn’t it. Plan 99? It’s for when something bad happens.”

“Sort of,” Wrecker agrees. “It’s for if one of us has to do something we can’t come back from.”

“I don’t like that,” Omega whispers, and she presses in close, curling up under his arm. “I hope we never use Plan 99…ever.”

“Me too, kid,” Wrecker mutters, hugging her close. “We never want to use it…but if we ever did use it, did you know it’s a secret message? Only for us?”

Omega hums a wordless question.

Wrecker continues, keeping his voice as low as he can. “If someone ever says Plan 99 because they know they ain’t coming back, it means they care about you so much, in more words than they have time to say ‘em. It means they are putting your life first, that they want you to keep living, to keep fighting.”

“It means ‘I love you,’” Omega says, voice muffled against him.

Wrecker swallows. “Yeah, kid. It means ‘I love you.’”

Wrecker is in the gunner’s mount room. He doesn’t want to listen to the silence at his back, doesn’t want to think about how it started or why. He wants to hear Tech being analytical, explaining the galaxy away as though it were simple. He wants to hear Crosshair cleaning his rifle, Hunter discussing strategy with Echo. He wants to hear Omega laughing. He wants to pretend that he might be too far away to hear any of it. Sometimes he thinks they’re still there…if he pretends long enough.

But the ship is too small for that.

And so he hears nothing, whether he wants to or not.

Plan 99.

I love you too.

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sapphicseasapphire · 5 months ago

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Hi!

How do Time and Malon’s children react to the chain arriving at Lon Lon Ranch?

Okayokay SO!!

Time and Malon have twin daughters named Raine and River that are approximately five years old by the time the Cryptid Adventure TM starts. Time talks a bit about his family with the Chain, but he generally keeps quiet about it. He’s worked hard to get where he is, and his life was already ruined, he doesn’t want any of this hero business poisoning his little girls. His children stay OUT OF THIS.

So the Chain know very little about them by the time they reach Lon Lon.

And the twins no absolutely nothing about the Cryptids, either.

They run out and just jump right at Time, because they missed him when he was away!!! And Malon, who is pregnant, rushes over to hug him, and everyone stares in wide eyed shock (except Wild, who is NOT paying attention). Sky, specifically, has never seen this side of Time. He’s so gentle with his daughters, so loving.

And I think that the twins adore Sky. While Malon fawns over Twilight, Raine and River will want to see Sky’s wings up close. And Sky’s so kind! He knows well enough to separate his complicated opinions of Time from these precious children. He’ll sit with them in the sun and let them feel his feathers and he’ll tell them stories about Skyloft.

And… guys, this is a side of Sky that Time has not seen before. The mighty Godkiller playing with his daughters so happily. Telling soft stories and giving them his feathers as gifts.

Raine and River can only be entertained by Sky for so long. Eventually they’d run off to bother another Cryptid. Wind is especially cool, with his orange scales and blue fins. Plus, he’s SUCH a big brother. He recounts exciting tales of pirates and a great sea! He’s so ANIMATED when he tells his stories. Spirit even joins in and helps them find cool sticks to ‘duel’ with.

With their new cool ‘swords’ they’d run around a wreak havoc on the ranch, terrorizing the poor cows. Legend would scoff at the noise, retreating into the house with the COOLEST SWORD THE TWINS HAVE EVER SEEN. So of course they follow him. (He’s so exhausted).

And here’s what you must know about the Hero of Warriors: he SUCKS with kids. He is a Sword Spirit and he’s been trained for battle. He can predict an enemy’s move ten steps ahead of when they make it, he can analyze a conversation and know exactly what to say and when in order to get a desirable outcome, he can command armies.

But children. Are unpredictable. He hasn’t learned how to intersect with them.

So when Legend inevitably has Wars entertain the twins for him, the Sword Spirit flounders. Children do not care to discuss battle tactics. They do not care for his numbers or probabilities. He’s. Really struggling.

But he learns some valuable data! Raine’s favorite color is green, which is apparently very important. River tells him very seriously that a horse goes ‘neigh.’ Which is inaccurate. A Hylian mouth cannot properly whinny. But he stores this data regardless.

Twilight comes to the rescue before Warriors can further embarrass himself. (Does he even have the capacity to feel embarrassed? He shouldn’t). The shape shifter entertains them for HOURS, turning into any animal they can name. Which is a REALLY fun game, actually. Twilight is also a big brother, he’s so good with kids. Wars takes notes.

The whole time, Malon, Wild, Four, and Time have been in the kitchen. And FIRST OF ALL. How weird is it that Wild is inside? He’s just holding all the silverware to the light and sneaking some of the shinier forks into his hair when he thinks no one is looking. It’s not until he smells the food cooking that he actually goes to help. I swear, by the time they all leave, Wild’s got half of that house stuffed into his hair. The menace.

Four’s asking Malon One Million Questions as they cook. The more embarrassing, the better. They want to know everything about Time, mostly in a teasing manner. But also… they’re a pretty analytic type of person. Their eyes flash a striking violet as they eye their leader, asking Malon how they met, how he got so… Like That. Malon knows what they’re doing, she’s no fool. And she entertains them for a bit, but shuts down the more probing questions, often answering sarcastically and deflecting.

They have a big family dinner outside, since Sky can’t fit indoors. Raine sits on Time’s knee but River is like. Climbing up Sky’s wing. (Which is not epic, it pulls at his feathers, but he lets her because she’s cute). Hyrule, who’s been too shy to really interact much with anyone, finally comes out of his shell and offers to braid River’s hair, if only to get her off of Sky. They tell stories until the sun sets and the girls start to nod off, and then Time and Malon take them off to bed while the rest of the Chain think on what they’ve learned.

It’s… a pleasant night. Lon Lon Ranch has a way of easing their stresses. Time’s family is wonderful. If only this moment could last forever…

#the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #i answered question #links meet au #cryptid lore #Cryptid time #cryptid Malon #Cryptid sky #cryptid twilight #Cryptid wind #cryptid spirit #cryptid warriors #cryptid legend #cryptid wild #cryptid four #Cryptid Hyrule #Raine and River #sapphire rambles way too long

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dhirajmarketresearch · 7 months ago

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#Big Data Analytics in Retail Market #Big Data Analytics in Retail Market Share #Big Data Analytics in Retail Market Size #Big Data Analytics in Retail Market Research #Big Data Analytics in Retail Industry #What is Big Data Analytics in Retail?

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the-empress-7 · 4 months ago

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Do you genuinely see stuff about the Harkles outside of the internet? I feel like their coverage has dropped massively while you were gone did stuff about them come up organically?

Great question anon! As you know I took a major step back from royal watching the past few months, but it's not the first time I have taken a break in the many years I have been following this mess. During this most recent break the difference was stark, not once did the Harkles break through organically into my "normal" media consumption. Catherine did, many times over, as did William and their children.

This most recent IG games validated things for me in a big way. I was lucky enough to be away on a business trip on the other side of the planet for almost the entirety of the games. Not only did nothing break through, I also had a really hard time trying to find information on it via my usual methods. The only accounts that delivered were the hardcore Megxit accounts who pour over everything they do, and even they posted sparingly (relatively speaking).

Her return to Insta kind of made the news, but even then barely. It was nowhere near the level of attention that Catherine has gotten no matter what she has done in the past year. I bet that has Meghan spitting nails.

I don't have access to Google analytics, but if someone does I'd love to see the data for the trends on MM. I remember when @anonymoushouseplantfan used to share the info, and it was all flatlining even back in 2022.

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katiebuggg · 2 months ago

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Temporary Secretary - Chapter 1

80’s Paul Mccartney x reader

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New fic!! lmk how you guys like this one wink wink

thank you to @treeeeesurfer / @yesitisbea for her continued support and contributions to my fics!! pls go show her fics some love

this will also be posted on my ao3 (@katie_bugggg)

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After what has seemed like months of mindlessly picking up whatever job you stumbled across in the paper, you finally landed a secretary spot that paid more than the other shit jobs that only kept you a few months before their companies dissolved.

This spot was different as it was in advertising for a big record company. You’ve worked in advertising before but for a shit vacuum company that quickly went bankrupt because of issues regulating heat. It blew up and burnt someone’s house down. Messy way to go down.

You filed into the busy lobby of the New York office building, countless people clocking into whatever miscellaneous job they had.

You glance down at the ad read in the paper that you clutch tightly in your hand. Floor 17.

Like sardines, you squeeze into an elevator that shoots you and about ten other people up.

Eventually, you reach your floor and creep up to the front desk.

APPLE RECORDS

is what’s plastered on it. You introduce yourself to the woman sitting in front of her loud typewriter, explaining you’re the new hire and hope you could be guided on where to go. Her smile is friendly enough during your simple conversation. She nods and stands up from her seat, gesturing to you to walk with her.

Casual conversation grows between the two of you as she points out where everything is on the floor.

“Here is public relations, next to them you’ll find our accounting and finance, as well as data analytics. Oh and right down that hall is Creativity and Visuals.”

Her pace slows as she stops in front of a light wood door. On it, a gold plaque shines under the fluorescent lights. You squint to read the lettering.

Advertising Director

J. P. MCCARTNEY

“This is you!” She says cheerfully as she pushes the door open.

Inside, there’s a small waiting room and an empty, L-shaped desk facing outwards into the room in the further left corner. You assume that would be yours.

A set of 4 chairs line up along the wall adjacent to the desk. A taller potted plant is placed in another corner and a dull modern artwork hangs on the wall above the chairs.

There's another door on the other wall. This one is deeper in its shade of wood but still adornes the same gold plaque.

Large windows cover the wall behind the desk, casting a bright morning light into the waiting room.

“You should be all set up in here.” The receptionist says as she strolls over to the desk. You glance around at the items on it. A black typewriter (similar to hers) sits heavy in the middle alongside a notepad, a cup of pens and a filing cabinet.

You thank you and exchange pleasantries as you get comfortable in your new desk, setting your stuff down and pulling out the chair.

She opens the door to the hall but lingers in the doorway, hesitant. “Uh-“

You glance up, “Yes?”

“Mr. McCartney is-“ she pauses and looks around, seemingly looking for the right word as if it’ll pop up in the waiting room. “…difficult.” she lands on.

You raise an eyebrow and sit down in the chair.

“Keep a good head on your shoulders. Just do what he says.”

Her mouth stays open like she has more to say, but she’s hesitant once again. Her lips close as she decides against whatever she was thinking and gently pats the door frame, giving you a small smile before closing the door behind her.

Strange. You take note of this… warning?

You blink at the empty space around you. It’s very quiet.

You pull out a few of your personal belongings: a framed picture, a fountain pen, and a little cat figurine. It looks like your own cat, grey and stripped.

The warning the receptionist gave hangs heavy on your mind, leaving a thick blanket of anxiety over you. You knew you’d have to introduce yourself to your new boss so you swallow the score lump in your throat and walk over to the mahogany door.

Face to face with the name plate,

MCCARTNEY

you reread.

You roll three low knocks onto the door, the sound being jarring in the painfully quiet waiting room.

A few seconds go by and you hear the quiet shifting of papers and the creaking of a chair beyond the door.

“Come on in,” a voice echoed. The accent caught you off guard at first, however it was not unusual in the mixing-pot that was New York. But still, surprising.

You grabbed the cold handle and pushed the door open. You took in the space around you as you stepped in.

The office space was simple. Large windows stretch from ceiling to floor on one wall, allowing large streams of morning light to pool inside the office.

On the wall Adjacent to the windows, there were framed photos of older advertising posters and LP’s, framed as well.

In the middle of the room sat a large, heavy dark wood desk with two leather seats placed in front of it.

On the desk sat another large typewriter. His was dark green and shiny, much more expensive looking. A desk lamp shined over the scattered papers he was shuffling through.

And behind the desk, sat Mr. McCartney. He was younger than what you had expected, hair still dark in color.

But you could tell he was still quite a bit older than you, subtle lines that rippled down from his cheeks was the only indicator of his age. You guessed around 15 years older — in his mid or late 30’s.

He sat tense in his large leather office chair, eyes never leaving the papers. He wore a simple black suit jacket, and a smooth white dress shirt with some sort-of patterned tie. He looked very put together.

You gulped.

“Good morning sir. I’m you’re new secretary, Y/N. I’m sure you’re already aware.” You say as confidently as possible, your voice bouncing off the quiet walls of the room.

Finally, he looks up from the papers andblinks at you. His eyes were soft and downturned, small crow-feet lines pull at the corners of them. He has long (almost feminine) eyelashes and highly arched eyebrows. His hair was a dark brunette, longer in style with short bangs and some length at the back of his neck.

Mr. McCartney’s eyes raked over you. Slowly, from head to toe. Your legs in the sheer black tights. A dress that fell just above the knee. Hair pulled back into a bun.

He gave a small nod, “G’ morning, then.” was all he said in return. His eyes snapped away from you and back onto the papers.

You blinked. Well, alright.

Awkwardly, you shuffled out of the office and back to your desk, tightly shutting the door behind you.

The day drags on, morning soon becoming midday. You find yourself doing miscellaneous tasks that Mr. McCartney asks you to do. Call this place or that person, schedule a meeting for this time, write down notes from these papers.

Around 11:30, the door to the waiting room opens and a man steps in. He looked to be around Mr. McCartney’s age, maybe a year or two older.

He was tall and fashioned a similar look to Mr. McCartney’s. His dress shirt and pants were brown however. He wore round, thin framed glasses and had shorter, wavy, light brown hair.

He held a large black portfolio tucked tightly under his arm and a mess of papers pressed to his chest.

The man blinked in surprise at you sitting at the desk in the waiting room. He snorted out a laugh.

“That didn’t take long.” He huffed under his breath, giving you a quick once over.

“Here to see Mr. McCartney, sir?” You ask politely, looking up at him.

“You can save it sweetheart, I’ll be two minutes.” the man said with a sly grin.

“John’s fine by the way. My job’s not nearly important enough to be called ‘sir’.” He laughed out the last part of the sentence before tugging the darker door open.

“Paul! How are ya!” Was all you heard before the door shut behind John.

Paul. You thought on the name. You’d doubt you’d get familiar enough with ‘Paul’ to ever call him that. But it was good to know since he didn’t even introduce himself.

You huff and fall back into the back of your chair, crossing your arms. What dicks they all seem to be here.

About 25 minutes passed before you were called into the office. You cracked the door open and peaked your head in.

John was stood over the desk, drawings spread across it. Paul sat relaxed into his large leather seat behind the desk.

“Yes?” You ask.

“Lunch please.” Paul said blankly, holding out a small piece of paper. A Post-It.

You felt your eye twitch at the impoliteness. But who were you to argue? This was your job after all. Simple as it was.

You strolled up and took the paper from his fingers. John’s eyes dragged over you once again, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You hold back a gag. God. men.

Nonetheless, you obliged and rang in an order of sandwiches from a bistro down the street so they’d be ready by the time you’d walked there. You snagged your purse and rushed out of the building.

You hadn’t been gone for more than 15 minutes, returning with two large brown bags of food. You pushed the dark door open and to your surprise, two more men had joined Paul and John. They all chatted loudly, strings of fluffy smoke surrounded them.

“You weren’t lyin’, John.” One said as you walked in, giving you the same eyes that John had earlier.

You gave an uncertain smile. The air felt thick.

Being the only woman in a room full of men like this feels like being a sheep circled by wolves.

You curled in on yourself slightly, refusing to make eye contact.

Gently, you place the bags down on Paul’s desk before hurriedly walking towards the door.

“Ah-!” Paul calls after you just as you tug on the handle. Ah fuck. You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“Yes?” You say and plaster on the most pleasant smile you can muster.

“You see a room full of men, don’t you?” He says with that same blank tone. His eyes bore into you.

Your mouth goes dry — what does that even mean? Obviously you sees them.

The silence trickles on.

“Coffee.. jesus-“ he sighs and puts out his cigarette.

You don’t move.

“Coffee! Get the men coffee!” Paul lets out an annoyed laugh and throws his hands up a little, looking at his coworkers who all chuckle.

You nod, the smile quickly dropping from your face as you rush to the kitchenette. You wanted to disappear. Wanted a hole to open up under you and swallow you whole. If you’d known your boss would be a total asshole you wouldn’t have taken the job.

But alas, bills needed a-payin’.

A few minutes later, you return with four mugs. Your past waitress experience coming in handy. You place the mugs on the dark wood desk, still not making any eye contact with any of the four men that blow smoke around you.

“Thanks.” Paul grumbles out, as if it hurt him to be kind.

The shortest of them lets out a laugh and rolls his eyes. He has a larger nose and a thick mustache spread across his top lip.

“God Paul, it wouldn’t kill ya to be nice to the thing” He says and picks up a mug, eyeing you as he sipped it.

The one who appeared to be only a few years younger than the other three followed in suit, taking a generous swig of the coffee. “Rich is right.” He says simply.

He sucks a deep breath through his sharp teeth, “At least this one knows how to keep coffee hot!”

They all erupt in laughter; all besides Paul. His eyes still dig into you. You return the gaze, only for a second.

Something lingers behind his eyes. Something expectant; hungry, one could argue.

A chill creeps up the low of your back before you slip out of the office.

—-

#80’s #80’s aesthetic #beatlemania #fanfic #the beatles #fanfiction #paul mccartney x reader #boss x worker #temporary secretary

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ˏˋ 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 ´ˎ˗

part five

♡ joel miller x f!reader angst + grumpy joel + some violence + swearing

The thought of work for some made their eyes roll to the back of their skulls. Some people in moments of despair wish for a world in which they don’t have to work. And blaming them would be unfair, but you didn’t mind it. You do your part, you go home. That was the deal you made with yourself.

But long gone were the days where you could decide between an office job or labor. Finances, data analytics, marketing, it was all obsolete. Now, your options were helping towards food, helping towards safety, or helping towards community.

You slept on the conversation you had with Tommy, considering yourself doing many things. Working on crops and creating food for the town? Helping with cattle? Manning the walls? Patrolling?

Patrolling seemed like the obvious answer. You’d dealt with years of infected, raiders, anything that stood between you and safety. You’d made up your mind, patrolling was your answer. Following routes, checking traps, protecting the community.

Your mind considered Bonnie for a brief moment, how would she cope if something fatal had happened on a patrol. You’d finally found safety within these walls and you were just as prepared to throw it away again. But as long as she was safe, you’d spend hours on the outside of Jackson protecting her.

Bonnie was successfully dropped to school, and today was your task of tidying the art store with Tina. The air was warmer today, you’d left your hat back home and your ears weren’t missing it. It was slowly heading into spring and you couldn’t be happier about it. You weren’t at greeting stages with any residents of Jackson yet, but you gave a brief smile as you passed them, to show Tommy hadn’t dragged in any delinquents.

“Just the woman I wanted to see,” Tommy’s voice beamed from behind you, both hands of his clasping your shoulders. You instinctively tensed, until your brain registered it as him. You smiled cheerily, despite feeling quite the opposite. “Thought any more ‘bout what you’re gonna do?”

“I think I’ll choose patrolling.”

Tommy grimaced. “You sure? You wanna get back out there so soon?”

“It’s gonna take a lot more than some vegetables to shut my mind up.” You joked, except you weren’t really joking, more so your tone. “It’s all I’m good at.”

Your eyes looked desperate, staring at Tommy as he thought over your decision.

“I’m sure that’s not true. But you got it. I’ll put your name down on the list, you’ll get a partner who’ll show ya the ropes.” Tommy instructed. “If ya change your mind, you tell me. I’ll find ya somethin’ else.”

His tone came with more of a warning. Like if you didn’t tell him, he’d ground you for a week. But you let him go with a smile, enjoying Tommy’s presence around you. He felt like a big brother. Someone you should’ve had through all this, who decided to join some kind of militia in the name of protecting you. That was the past. You let the memory of Jack lie with good thoughts, the small, foggy memories of him being a good brother.

“Good morning to you, dear,” Tina greeted as you stepped through her door. “Snows really clearing up, huh?”

“Morning, Tina.” You breathed. “Yeah, soon the sun’ll stay out.”

You and Tina made some tea from behind her counter, sipping on it and discussing the task at hand. Tina was unlike any woman you’d met before. So comfortable in whatever she had going on, whatever was going on around her. She made her peace with it and moved on. You envied her, no doubt she’d wrestled with her own anxiety throughout these years. But you’d never know that from first glance.

“So how did you come into running an art store?” You asked, placing the small porcelain mug onto its matching saucer. Every time looked up, there was something new to look at.

“Only one who showed an interest, I guess,” she laughed, “a lot of people turned to making art. They’d share it around, get overwhelmed when people would offer to buy it, and give up.” She explained, fingers obsessing over a stain on her countertop. “So I proposed the idea of selling it through a store. Now everyone donates their art, and collects a small commission through ration cards or things I’ve traded.”

“And it’s something people will always want.” She added.

You began dusting shelves, old paintings that sat in a pile untouched, rotating them so the back ones get some light. All whilst talking to Tina, who offered many words from her walks of life. You avoided bringing up anything you’d been struggling with recently, you weren’t sure this was something she could heal. Unless by total surprise, she’d led her group of people fearlessly, putting to sleep anything that threatened her.

“How goes it with the little one?”

You weren’t sure where to begin. “I think I’m in over my head, to be totally honest.”

“Most kids’ll make you feel like that. ‘S why I swore off ‘em.” She commented.

You giggled. “You don’t have children?”

“No, I did. Never said I was successful at swearing off ‘em.” She casually mentioned. “Only one boy. Gave his life to protect me, got me here.”

“I’m sorry.” You breathed, eyes burning as they watered up. Losing anyone on these terms was world-ending. Feelings are more powerful than before, because losing someone has become so real. So normal.

There was a silence between the two of you. It looked as if a memory had crept up on Tina, but she wasn’t mad about it. You decided to leave her with her thoughts, finishing up on sweeping the floors. The store was looking better by the hour, and talking to Tina made time fly. It also changed your perspective on life a lot. Tina was someone you wanted to keep around.

“I think you’re about done here, dear.” Tina declared, hands on her hips as she strolled around the fresh store. You grinned with satisfaction, feeling accomplished for such a mundane task. “Go enjoy the bit of sun there is.”

“If you need help again, Tina. Please come find me.” You offered. “I enjoyed helping out.”

Joel strutted through the stables after stabling his horse, another peaceful patrol down. He was currently doing buddy shifts with Jesse, who was one of the younger guys wanting to join patrol. He was also friends with Ellie, meaning Ellie was up his ass about joining in too.

The moment they were in the clear from any threats, Joel left him in the dust. Or more accurately, the dirt. Jesse talked a lot, asked a lot more, and gave Joel a migraine only coffee could cure. But he had a brain, which he couldn’t quite say the same for most other patrollers.

Joel unlatched the gate, letting it click shut before turning on his heels to walk home. Catching eyes with his baby brother.

“Why is it I only ever see ya when you’re wantin’ somethin’?” Joel glared, walking past Tommy and listening for the scuffling of his feet behind him.

“That’s not true.” Tommy interjected. “Last time I wanted somethin’, I asked Ellie.”

“Semantics.”

“Come on,” Tommy groaned, “I need ya.”

Joel stopped. Siblings across the universe agreed on one thing; they’d give their sibling any organ they needed, but they drew the line at doing them a favor. “What.”

“Got a newbie for patrol. She—”

“Nope.”

“Jesse can handle his own now, and you’re the best we got.” Tommy reasoned.

“I know.” Joel grumbled, weighing his very limited options. “I assume it’s the only new person we’ve had in months. Whatsername?”

“You know who I’m on about.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “She chose patrol. And she’s not a bumblin’ idiot.”

“Makes a change.”

“Quit ya one-liners.” He huffed. “She can handle ‘erself, broke the poor kid’s nose the first time we saw her. She’s got this.”

“Fine.” Joel crossed his arms over his chest.

Tommy grinned, patting his big brothers back. “I knew you’d be a good sport ‘bout it.”

Joel was about ready to storm away, acting like the bratty younger sibling. But Tommy had more left to say, it was clear by the hesitation in leaving.

“Spit it out. What’s the catch?”

“No catch, but if you see she ain’t handling it, tell me. That one’s a time bomb.” Tommy spoke quietly, giving small smiles to residents as they passed the two brothers.

Time bomb. Great. Joel thought. Someone who doesn’t much like talking about their problems, cramming it all into a little glass bottle and when it shatters, out comes years worth of trouble. There was a small reflection in that analogy, Joel could see himself through a scattered shard of bottled glass. Willing him to wake up and see his fate.

Another new person to train on patrols, another method of Tommy’s to get Joel socialised under the guise of him being the best. He’d seen it all before.

“And our teacher, Mandy, let us play outside all morning! Then we read a book about animals.” Bonnie was explaining her day on your walk back to the house, shuffling along the thin layer of snow with a smile from ear to ear.

You held her hand tightly, careful of her slipping on the still icy floor. You let her talk and talk about her day, her friends, what she’d learnt, and your heart contracted at how happy she was. She was settled, you just wish you could say the same.

“Can I play at my friends house tomorrow?” She questioned, bouncing from one foot to the other as you crossed onto Oak Street. Your house was in sight, you couldn’t wait to get back and watch the evening go by.

“Sure,” you replied, fiddling with the keys in your pocket, “I’ve got work tomorrow. I’ll be late picking you up, okay?”

“Okay. I can stay at my friend’s house.” She declared, stepping into the house and stomping her boots off. You followed, shoving her boots beside the door and closing it behind you.

“Okay, go play with your toys,” you sighed, “I’ll call you for dinner soon.”

She’d never decline playing with her toys, after going so long without them. So you knew she was occupied when you’d stepped out to your backyard and laid in the snow.

Spread like a snow Angel, you stared up at the cloudy sky above. Now you wanted it to snow, bury you amongst tiny icicles, to be found frozen over in the spring. Instead, you closed your eyes. Imagining you were elsewhere, floating through that nothingness you quite often saw at night. Your mind felt like a hardened rock, one you’d float by in space somewhere. You wanted it to stop, for one night. The anxiety, the guilt, the constant feeling of impending doom. Being stuck in the cycle of fight or flight.

You could hear what sounded like footsteps on your porch, blessing your good hearing from countless nights of listening for threats whilst Bonnie slept. You quickly sprung up from your patch on the snow, darting into the house and reaching for the door. Expecting it to be Tommy or Maria, you slapped a smile on.

“Oh— Joel?”

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