#admin: answer

[useless-englandfacts]

calling south africa the legal arm of hamas was. a choice. (a bad one if that wasn’t obvious)

[the-final-sif]

Hi! Do you know if there is any reason why the union wouldn't contact Quackity/Quackity Studios directly?

Yes! I believe actually have a decent sense of this! Now, I'll be up front that I am not French, nor am I well versed in french labor unions, but I do think after some research I understand the confusion.

The short answer is because they don't want Quackity to contact the union directly. They want Quackity/the management to talk to the workers involved in the dispute.

The union is willing to be a go-between if need be, but what they actually want is negotiations between QSMP & the actual workers, and more particularly for workers to not be completely ignored for 3 weeks and then fired (what happened to Pomme's admin).

The workers in question have been messaging their management/contacts at qsmp and trying to get any kind of answer to no avail, and what the Solidaires union is doing is placing public pressure onto Quackity/QSMP to actually answer these workers and come to the table with them.

If you actually read the statements put out by the union, this is pretty clear,

(march 13th statement)

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

(march 20th)

Last week, we invited Quackity and other Quackity Studios executives to engage in negotiations with their workers. As far as we know, no contact has been attempted, either directly or via us. In fact, most of them saw all their communication media cut off without prior notice nor any further explanation.

If you actually read the call to action, the union is not asking to be contacted directly, although they are willing to refer. They're literally saying "fucking text your workers back and don't leave them on read for 3 weeks". That's what they wanted QSMP to do.

The actual role of the union in situations like this isn't to be directly negotiating contracts but rather offering legal counsel to workers and helping sue for unfair dismissal (something that this union has done to other game dev studios in the past including Ubisoft). They're tackling the unfair working conditions, and part of that is placing public pressure for Quackity to actually respond to the workers. It's up to him to actually reply to workers and make things right, and if he fails to do that, well he gets to get dragged in front of french court to justify his choices.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Whumpee being given an aphrodisiac at a party, Caretaker being a big ol' green flag and realizing something is wrong with their friend/partner, and rather than taking advantage of how hard Whumpee is coming onto them- bringing them home to sleep it off. Leaving Whumper at the party feeling stupid for thinking that they'd get ANYWHERE with that shit.

this is one of the superior tropes. ever.

but since I’m such a sucker for enemies to lovers trope (in case it’s not obvious enough from like 90% of my posts), I was thinking “but what if caretaker is whumpee’s enemy too?” — not the one who drugged whumpee, of course, but what if whumpee and caretaker are enemies, and caretaker notices something off with whumpee and knows immediately that they were drugged.

obviously, it’s not caretaker’s problem that the idiot got themself drugged. but I mean… if caretaker just walks away now, then anybody could do whatever they want to caretaker’s own nemesis.

and that’s caretaker’s nemesis. can caretaker really stand the idea of someone else touching and hurting what is theirs?

oh screw it! before caretaker knows what they’re doing, they already have whumpee — their own archenemy — tucked safely and nicely in their (caretaker’s) own bed.

@bebx wrote a fic with this prompt, with enemies to lovers x aphrodisiac and all that :) you can read it here!

[shiftythrifting]

Are you ever going to bring back the "I refuse to tolerate gluten" shirts? I recently discovered something about myself and now I need one.

Just added it back to the store! Here is my favorite gf bread recipe.

[tomfrogisblue]

ok but hideduo enjoyers

can we appreciate the fucking wild character development of how q!fit used to be unable to even admit he thinks q!pac is attractive, to today's events where he wrote That Sign about "kiss, marry, kill" today?

[slavhew]

steps on him steps on him steps on h

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

Okay HOW ABOUT-

[thinkin-bout-milgram]

[dnalt-d2]

Also I wanna add, when Lea got criticized for sharing the one screenshot without censoring sensitive information and putting Q at risk, she actually also said "what I went through is 10x worse", which encouraged people to share all of that stuff even more because Lea didn't denounce it. And then the very next day we find out that Qs safety was even more threatened than we originally thought it would be

Okay yeah that's definitely not cool. Like she's right that Quackity and the Admins who messed up need to be held accountable, but this is just NOT the route to take on that. And trying to say that she shouldn't be held accountable if no one else is, is just a straight-up wrong statement. Two wrongs don't make a right and whatnot. This kind of mentality can lead down a pretty perilous rabbit hole that we're kind of already watching unfold in real-time

What Lea went through/is going through isn't okay, and she doesn't deserve to be harassed or threatened. But Quackity also doesn't deserve to have his personal safety threatened either. This really is getting needlessly complicated, and the stuff on Twitter really isn't helping. I'm really just of the opinion that everyone needs to step back and remember that they don't have any real stake in what's happening here outside of showing their support, and a lot of that added input could be causing more harm than good at this point

[ur-catboy]

title: discipline

user: urcatboy

length: 10:27

desc: i haven’t been good being away for so long ~~ u can only learn if u discipline urself, right ?

[contents] stifles, half-stifles, rapid snz, let out snz, loads of inducing, begging (hehe), mess starting at 6:49

-

“i haven’t been good, have i?” urcatboy asks in a gentle tone, subtly suggesting something a little more below the surface.

“maybe if i discipline myself, i’ll learn my lesson.”

he then turns to his side to grabs something out of frame. returning, in his hand he has a rolled up tissue formed into a rod.

“i’ll sneeze as much as you want me to, okay?”

his soft spoken nature—draped over with a sense of charm and slight suggestive tone makes his words all the more exciting.

he wastes no time doing what he’s promised. his lips part as the tissue eases its way inside his left nostril. an instant reaction sparks through his face—first at his eyebrows, flinching together as his wrist turns the tissue slowly.

soft puffs of air accompany his mouth widening, his tongue sheepishly beginning to poke out. each movement is slow, yet calculated in this buildup.

“h’tshh!”

a mist erupts into the air in front of him. his hand keeps the tissue steady once his body jerked forwards.

his eyes open briefly to look above him, his nostrils flaring outwards as the tissue continues to wriggle inside his nose. he seemingly hits a sensitive spot, his body twitching roughly before his eyes shut.

“gh—!”

he sneezes immediately, spraying his entire body as his head snaps downwards. another shoots out directly after with no hesitation. he licks his lips as he brings his body upright, his hand roughly wriggling the tissue back and forth in a more sporadic manner. this instantly causes another two or three sneezes this time, him straining to keep his head tilted upwards so that you can see almost everything. his nostrils widen with every sneeze, them just eager to relieve the tickle as he is.

he continues to induce himself, each round of wriggling the tissue then sneezing a couple times begins to quicken in pace. now, it seems he’s sneezing a few times more and a little faster.

that’s until one particular sneeze suddenly halts the cycle, teetering on the very edge.

he pants loudly, wriggling the tissue in desperation to sent himself over the edge. even though that seems to tickle him more just as he wanted, the sneeze just doesn’t want to come.

after a few more seconds of waiting, it’s gone. he sighs, sniffling as his body relaxes back against the bed frame. his arm reaches out of frame to grab something, returning with another rolled rod of tissue. after letting himself breathe for a moment, he now slides the fresh rod into his other nostril. his entire face flinches at the sensation. his mouth jerks open as it makes its way deeper inside.

he now re-adjusts how he’s holding each tissue—each hand now holding rod. his hands slowly begin to work the tissues inside his nose, but his composure doesn’t last for long.

the first few sneezes are kept directly in view, his upper body tensed to keep himself upright. however, this doesn’t last very long. he’s gradually beginning to lurch further a little more with each sneeze, his hands shaking as they trigger sneeze after sneeze with no stopping. he’s merciless with himself.

his fit continues, but it’s audible how he’s running out of air. sure, he gets a gasp or two in between sets, but it’s not enough to keep him going. his body knows this, forcing him to stop by sending a wave of coughs through his chest.

he lets them out, bending a little more at his waist as each one wracks his frame. a few straggling sneezes shoot out of him afterwards, but the fit has pretty much stopped.

he now rests his head against the wall behind him, leaving the tissues poking out to hang freely. he brings his hand up to his forehead to push his hair back, pausing before a sneeze hits him. despite the force of the sneeze and his body lurching forwards, the tissues are still secured loosely in his nose.

he now looks at the camera. his visuals are pathetic. each side of his nose is prodded with a tissue as he slumps against his bed frame. his open mouth breaths send puffs of air to the ends of the tissues which are left unwound, pushing them upwards gently with every exhale.

with the end of the leash just out of sight, he tugs slightly at his collar, yanking his upper body forward by his neck while his head jerks back.

this seems to cause more than the small whine that slips out of him, his face morphing into a buildup.

he begins panting, his head still tilted back with the rods fluttering up and down with each breath. with a couple heavier hitches, he lurches forward with a sneeze that instantly dislodges the first rod onto his lap.

pulling the other one out, the tissue instantly bends on itself—soaked from the fit it just triggered. he scrunches his nose quickly before using a bent finger to rub at the tip.

he reveals a feather—one he’s never used before. usually, his videos include smaller, more pointed ones, but the one in front of him is exactly what’d you imagine a perfect feather would look like. it’s a bit bigger with a white, fluffy texture that makes it float delicately in the air.

he brings the feather up to the bridge of his nose, purposefully taking his time to avoid his trigger spot and build up the tension. despite this, he still manages to flinch at the delicate touch once it glides down the bridge, his nose still flaring as if it were right in front of it.

next, he decides to brush the feather very quickly across his nose. it’s fast enough to not trigger an entire sneeze, but it still sends a flicker of something through his nose.

“it’s soft,” he murmurs, circling the feather quickly once again.

“it…oh,” he begins to say, this time the feather encroaching a little longer than before. his movements are now slower, really letting the feather brush against his septum and the bottom of his nostrils.

it seems to catch him off guard how fast this sends a tickle through. he continues to play with it, a few hitches starting to appear.

“it…hih! i a-already h-have t—hih! t-to sn-neezehih!” he struggles to say, quickly building to a full release.

that is, until he pulls the feather away.

he abruptly leaves himself hitching, just barely at the precipice of a sneeze, before it slowly winds back down to 0.

“i don’t want t…” he starts after bringing the feather back to his nose. he’s almost turning away from himself, slightly tilting his head away from his hand as he tickles the side of his septum.

reaching the top of the buildup was much quicker this time around, him almost immediately returning to where he was just a moment ago. he hitches, furrowing his eyebrows desperately to try and hold back the sneeze he was triggering.

“let…me…”

his words are broken—struggling to string a phrase together. the feather seems to be completely consuming his focus now. the bristles softly brush against the bottom of his nose as he swishes it to and fro. that gentle touch seems to be almost torturing him.

“i have to…” he mumbles before a troubled exhale, his words now slurring together in a hurry. “so—”

he cuts himself off with a couple weak coughs. the feather continues to flutter back and forth just beneath his nose with his chest raising and falling with quickening breaths.

suddenly, he yanks the feather away from him before tightly pinching his fingers onto his nose. instantly, between his fingers, a rough sneeze shakes his entire body. another one soon follows, and now it’s a full blown fit. he’s pressing his thighs together as the fit continues on, each stifle sounding less secure than the last. he can barely open his eyes. it’s visibly clear that he’s struggling to keep each one contained.

he manages to hold it together for a few more moments, but one poorly timed shift of his hand results in a failed half stifle. his body immediately hooks on this, sending sneeze after sneeze, faster and faster.

he’s now struggling badly to keep this under wraps and try to recover. each sneeze sounds different than the one before it. he’s trying to pinch them back shut, but his body won’t let him.

the moment he concedes to his fate and fully unplugs his nose, a sharp inhale shocks his frame. two curt sneezes zip past him before he can even process it. now the floodgates have opened. he clumsily switches his hands to pushing his fingers against the ball of his nose, the camera now getting a full view of what’s about to come.

“et’shuu!”

with each release, you can just hear the irritation behind them. if that didn’t give enough of a hint, the light catches his nose beginning to run.

“oh,” he breathes out, sniffling. he bites his bottom lip slightly before looking up at the camera. “i’m sorry…”

“one more time…?”

he turns to lift a can of air freshener into the frame.

“it…” he starts, before a—

“hsh’uu…”

the sneeze, spawning from his sensitivity, sounds so rushed that there’s no way it could have been satisfying.

he sniffles before continuing. “i won’t be able to stop...”

his voice is usually one that is gentle and smooth, but now it’s bordering on pure exhaustion. his posture has also slouched considerably since the beginning.

pressing on the can’s trigger, a mist of freshener fills the air in front of him. he waves his arm back and forth a bit to increase its spread. his body’s reaction is almost immediate with a small flurry of coughs now crowding his chest. he places the air freshener can down, waving his hand in front of his face for some sort of feigned relief, it seems.

his face then melts into an languid expression, washing over him like he has no control over himself. you can quickly catch his eyes rolling back slightly before they fall shut, his mouth sliding open as his nose flares wildly.

he’s at the mercy of his body.

after a few clunky hitches, he lets out a sound that revs from the back of his throat. it sounds slightly desperate, like he’s overwhelmed, while also being the crescendo to whatever his body was about to hit him with.

the sneezes that erupt are messy. they’re coming out at such a pace that there’s not even a lull long enough for him to sniffle or collect himself. they’re much more uncontained now—sounding wilder and more uncontrollable than they ever have. mess begins to stream down his philtrum with each frenzied release.

he haphazardly places his hand on the bed, steadying himself so he doesn’t tip over. he starts blinking in random bouts, his mouth agape as he tries to get a hold of himself.

he coughs openly with his eyes squeezed shut, the few coughs sounds much more rough and taxing than before. after, his eyes relax for a moment before flinching tighter again, the mess building at the edge of his nose sliding down a bit more.

“can i…wipe…my nose?” he asks the camera weakly, his pleading eyes shining back at it. “…please? i…”

“it…tickles…”

his breath starts to pick up as his nose continues to run despite his discomfort. his breaths are full on pants now though as his mouth, still agape, waits expectantly while this buildup comes to fruition.

“fuck! i—h’shgthh!”

another explosion of mess flows onto his face with no hesitation. he instinctively bows his head so that his face is hidden from view. with his head bent, he lets out a following sneeze that send whatever has built up during his fits flying onto his lap.

he coughs, a whine of discomfort punctuating it. he stays in this position, bent for a moment, before timidly raising his head back up.

he rests his head against the wall once again, unveiling his final state. completely demolished, his half lidded eyes stare back at you as he lets out a futile attempt at a sniffle. tear tracks glisten on his cheeks and his lips are now closed, a small tremble rippling through them. the video then fades out.

[useless-englandfacts]

idk man if i was prime minister and the highest court in my country and the european court of human rights (which is nothing to do with the EU btw!) said that my plans to deport refugees to a country 6000 miles away was Bad then i might… listen to them? rather than. y'know. pushing through legislation to circumvent the courts and sprinkling it with a bit of xenophobia for good measure — even though the british public DID NOT VOTE FOR THIS!

[deconreconstruction]

does admin have a favorite troll ?

vast error admins, ASSEMBLE!!!

VICTORIA: PASCALSWEEP LETS GO!! for the real answer, its genuinely difficult... i was thinking about how fuckin phenomenal a protagonist arcjec is like. yesterday. but i think the funniest and the one i least complicatedly enjoy reading is jentha so. either arcjec or jentha

TYSON: i love arcjec and taz but they are like a unit to me. if forced to pick a single character at gunpoint i would have to say dismas, he reminds me a lot of a beloved oc i've had since like 12

XAM: murt. but she's lucky i also can't separate sestro and hamifi

EDDIE: my fellow murrit warrior!!! i've been in these goddamn trenches for years and no one will drag me out of here while i draw breath. i stand with my cancelled wife (special shoutouts to the runner ups arcjec, edolon and secily)

CIRO: if i have to pick one of the main cast, murt was my first love technically. if we're being historians about it

EDDIE: well not just main cast necessarily, the question was about favorite troll

CIRO: okay. edolo (sniper shoots me down before i can finish)

AUSTINADO: its arcjec. i think thats obvious to everyone and their mom

ALIEN: #serpazsweep

AUSTINWYNN: Fav Main 12: Murrit, Fav SBB: Necron

MARCIE: ellsee babey. but hamifi is a close second

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Post non-con recovery scene ideas with caretaker and whumpee?

tw: r*pe aftermaths, sa, ptsd, ed

whumpee flinched at every physical contact, no matter how light or gentle (no matter if it was nonsexual or if it came from caretaker or a doctor or a nurse), because their mind had associated all kinds of physical contact with the time they were assaulted now. 

caretaker wanted to hug them, but they understood whumpee’s struggle and remained their distance for the sake of whumpee’s wounds (both mental and physical). 

whumpee knew caretaker wasn’t going to hurt them, they just couldn’t help being terrified by any physical contact now.

though it became an issue when whumpee had to be examined by doctors and nurses. it pained caretaker to have to hold whumpee down and keep whumpee still when the medical procedure was being performed on them to make sure whumpee was healing properly, and whumpee cried and whimpered and just tried to get away because so many hands were touching them and all they could think of was their assaulters forcing themselves on them.

when the procedure was done, caretaker let go of whumpee (despite their wanting to keep holding and comforting whumpee) and whumpee leaped out of their arms to go hide somewhere they believed would shield them from… anything, sometimes they went and hid behind a drawer, hugging themself with their knees against their chest, sometimes they went and hid underneath the bed and wouldn’t come out for hours.

whumpee refused to make eye contact with anyone, including caretaker.

at night whumpee couldn’t sleep alone, so caretaker took the couch in the room with them and kept the nightstand lamp on throughout the night. (sleeping in the same bed with whumpee was still too much, and caretaker understood that.)

loss of appetite. caretaker never wanted to have to force whumpee to eat, but when it’d been a while since the last time whumpee ate anything and they were putting their health at risk, caretaker had no choice but to make sure whumpee ate. (caretaker was still being gentle, of course, but for whumpee’s health, they couldn’t let whumpee leave the table until whumpee finished at least half of the food on their plate.)

whumpee’s obedience both relieved and angered caretaker, because whumpee was never this “docile” prior to their assault. now whumpee wouldn’t talk back or argue and would do anything they were told to do (like whumpee was afraid they would get punished if they disobeyed). sure, whumpee was eating now. because caretaker told them to. and while it was for whumpee’s own good and it was a good thing that whumpee ate, whumpee’s complete obedience still disturbed caretaker. 

it angered caretaker, yes, but caretaker wasn’t angry with whumpee. they were angry with whumpee’s assaulters, and they had to make sure their anger was well hidden so that whumpee couldn’t see it and think caretaker was angry at them.

besides the trauma, whumpee believed they were being a burden, that they were holding caretaker and everybody else down by being so “difficult” and they blamed themself for it. they also believed they didn’t deserve caretaker’s kindness. thus caretaker sat down with whumpee and patiently explained why whumpee could never be a burden and why caretaker was glad to have whumpee here with them now. whumpee… knew that, deep down, but caretaker’s reassurance didn’t necessarily mean whumpee’s own mind would magically stop feeding them poison just because caretaker said nice things to them, did it? — caretaker only said this because they had to, because they pitied you, said the voices in whumpee’s head, but whumpee told caretaker they believed them nonetheless, because they obviously wasn’t going to start an argument with caretaker, or with anybody, for that matter.

the first time whumpee willingly let caretaker hug them, they hesitantly and carefully crawled onto caretaker’s lap. It was a rather impressive progress and caretaker knew that, they also knew to be very gentle and mindful as to not do anything that could overwhelm or trigger whumpee’s trauma. 

only when caretaker was certain whumpee was okay with this did they softly wrap their arms around whumpee’s back as whumpee rested their head on caretaker’s chest, curling in on themself on caretaker’s lap.

still on caretaker's lap, whumpee finally looked up to meet caretaker's eyes and gave them a soft smile. it was a sad smile, and it was barely noticeable. but it was a smile nonetheless.

caretaker really thought they would never get to see whumpee's smile again.

[shiftythrifting]

i’m so devastated. i just remembered you after thinking about that oh worm hoodie for years. all pink with the yellow ‘oh worm’ on the side. my ex boyfriend stole it from me and i FINALLY remembered y’all’s name. but it isn’t THERE i mean the green one is nice but GOD i want to assault peoples eyeballs again

oh dang I think you mean this one, I had to lovingly recreate it from memory cause those files were lost to ye olde hard drive death. There's not currently an option to do it on a zip hoodie tho.

[slavhew]

Hello!

If you're not too busy, would you mind listing some of the things you think count as death flags for Mr. Spender?

There's the obvious fact that he's the "old" mentor to group of young protagonists, but what else do you think would count?

OHH BOY ok so I'd think I'm a crackpot for this but since we're talking about Zack "Foreshadowing" Morrison. I have some thoughts

No harm in leading with the (chronologically) first thing that jumped out at me:

This one IMMEDIATELY made me antsy whenever I came back to it after my initial read, and considering Zack has referred to it on twitter in the past as one of their favorite jokes it's definitely not been forgotten about.

Second, the sheer amounts of near-misses, jokey or not, of Spender narrowly avoiding specifically lightning

Again, not much, but it's weird that it happened thrice, latter two of which had real gravitas rather than an one-off joke.

And third, Spender himself. He's repeatedly shown himself to be kind of a self sacrificing idiot, as well as prideful to a fault. Granted, it's both him and Mina trying to take on all the responsibility of saving Mayview and its inhabitants from their fate.. But Spender is exactly that right measure of doesn't-value-himself-enough (chest footprint aftercare or lack thereof), having an obscene amount of power (enables his loner act + pride) and poor judgement that has the capacity to put him at great risk. And it has!

Spender has not only shown low enough self-esteem to view himself as the de-facto scapegoat for the safety of the town, but also prideful enough to make very bad calls that end up in people, often himself, hurt (COUGH FORGE INCIDENT COUGH)

This is all conjecture, but it's definitely enough to make me worried about him :') Even if all this doesn't mean he'll necessarily die he's definitely getting (even more) seriously injured at some point. I love the guy but he's so far doing a horrible job of convincing me he wants to live bad enough to circumvent at least that

[sejjiplinth]

“sejanus, you made it to the reaping for once.”