#and appartments cost money

[anaalnathrakhs]

love this part of my life where the things that are difficult but challenging and good for me are things i can stop and skip and halfass, but the things that are difficult and painful and pointless are the things i have to live with no matter what

[auroragoth]

yeah so, excuses excuses excuses, SimTalk monthly won’t be out on January 1st, I’m hoping to release it before the 15th ❤️

[selfloverrrrrr]

Stalker gojo pls 🙏🏼

Stalker ~

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Masterlist

Minors Do Not Interact

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I work in a cafe. I live alone in my apartment. My apartment was in an empty area. That's because that's the only appartment I got in my range. I don't have too much money to afford a good apartment .

Gojo Satoru was famous person in Tokyo. Everyone knows him. But nobody knows what he does. Is a good person or a bad person? Nobody knows. But everyone knows that he's a dengerous person. I also know his name. But never seen him. So how can I know he's stalking me...?

All of this started from the cafe. I was working. Suddenly the bell rang. I looked at the door. A tall handsome man entered. His eyes were blue, white hair. He was wearing a sunglass. His outfit was black. He came in and took a sit.

I went to his table and bow down."what would you like to have sir..?" I asked. "Nothing much... just a latte please " he replied with a charming smile. "Ok sir " I said and took his order. "And what's your name?" I asked. "Hmm?" He raised his eyebrows. "Your name....to write on the cup" I said. "Ohh... yeah.... it's Gojo Satoru " he replied. A beat skipped my heart as head his name. "Ok" I said and quickly went out of there.

I went in the maid counter. My hands were shaking. Did I just met and talked with Tokyo's most famous man?! Fuck I've heard that guy is scary... I shouldn't get too close to him. I thought. Then I bring him his order. "Here's your order sir" I said. "Oh... thanks" he replied with a smile.

That was the first time I saw him. Since then he was almost a regular coustomer. He came in the cafe almost two or three times in a week. He knew my name now. But I don't even try to get too close. I just do my work. Cause I don't want to get in any kind of trouble.

After few days... It was a normal day. Gojo came in cafe again. And he never ordered anything else... just latte. That was he's regular. So I don't even have to ask him his order. I bring him his order then went back to the counter. After finishing his latte he he went to pay the bill. "Here's the money" he said and handed me. " Thank you sir... please do come again" I said. "Umm...y/n... can I talk to you please?" He asked. "Sure" I replied. "I think you're really cute... can I have your number?" He asked with a smile. My heart skipped a beat. " I-i.... actually sir... I'm not interested... I'm s-sorry " I replied with shaking voice. His smile faded away. "Do you have any boyfriend?" He asked in serious tone. "N-No... it's not about having boy-" I was saying "do you like someone?" He cut me off with again his serious tone. "N-No " I replied. Suddenly his smile came back on his face. "It's okey...see you soon.... bye " he said. 'fuck I almost thought that he's gonna kill me' I thought. "B-bye sir"I replied.

Gojo's POV

I was walking on the road. I saw a cafe. I've never went to the cafe. I don't know what came in my mind I went in the cafe. I went to a empty table. A maid came to me. When I looked at her....GODDDDD!!!! IS SHE A FUCKING ANGEL?! She asked my name. She looked scared when she heard my name. I smirked at myself. Is she scared of me like those other peoples...? Well you don't have to be scared darling. I like you. I have fallen in love with you.... and when I tell myself something as mine... I make that mine...In. Any. Cost.

I have a great obsession with her. But never let anyone know that. Not anyone. I always stalk her everywhere.

I went to my room. I grabbed the door knob and opened it. I opened the door and went inside. I smirked at the view infront of me. That room's wall was full with y/n's pictures. Her pictures that I took every time I stalked her. I love her and I want her. I looked at the table in that room. I went to the laptop and opened it. I started playing all the footage of those cameras I set all over y/n's house. She's in her bathroom. I've seen her body so many times before. But God! I never get tired. "soon gonna feel that body, darling" I whispered.

A few days later. I went to the cafe again. Today I asked her for her number. But she rejected?! I asked her if she had a boyfriend or if likes someone. I know she doesn't but still I asked. She said no. I smiled. 'so she wants the hard way,huh?.... Fine!' I told myself and leave the cafe.

Y/n's POV

I just closed the cafe. It was dark at night and there was no one around to be seen. I was walking quietly when suddenly someone spoke. "I think its not good for a beautiful girl like you walk all alone at this hour. would you like me to take you home?" The voice said. When I looked beside me. It was Gojo.

He Smiled creepily at me as I notice a shadow of a knife on his hip. "Im a very gentleman person... you know and you don't need to be scared of me. Im just trying to help you get home." He said. My heart was pounding. I know he's a dengerous man... and I really don't want any trouble. "T-T-Thank you.....but I don't n-need your help" I said as I tried to walk first.

He starts to approach me. "So you rather choose walking alone than come with me? Dont you think you will be a easy target for someone to attack?" He said. I looked at the knife in his pocket. "Oh the knife..? Are you scared of that???" He said as he pulled out the knife from his pocket and threw it on the road. " I don't need any knife to have you " he said. And I looked at him confusedly. He suddenly put a cloth on my mouth and dragged me in his car.

When my eyes open again I was in my bedroom. But there wasn't any clothes on me. I started panicking. I looked beside me then I saw Gojo infront of me. He was taking off his clothes. I was about to get off the bed when Gojo grabbed my hand and pulled me harshly towards him. My back was on the bed and he climbed on top of me. " Where do you think you are going....huh??? " He said with a smirk. his hand slowly reaching up from my inner thigh. " Why don't you just relax darling..." he said and his hand reached my core. He pushed his middle and ring finger inside and started thursting in and out. "G-gojo stop" I moaned loudly. "Oh... You liked that?" He smirked at me.

He started thursting his finger in and out harshly. Looking at me and smiling like a psycho which make me froze in fear. "You like getting fucked by me right???? That's why you are squeezing my fingers like that!" He whispered in my ear. "S-stop....p-please.." I begged. He looked at me again. He paused his fingers. "Why did you rejected me huh? Do you know how much I love you? I stalked you everywhere you go.... I've cameras all over your house...I loveed you these much and you rejected me???...If I got you pragnent then you can't resist me right???!!!!" He said in a low voice.

"N-no.... n-no.... I don't want that... please" I begged him. He didn't even listen to me. I tried to push his chest but nothing. Gojo started licking on my nipple. He was being a tease. I moaned. He continued his teasing licking and sucking on my nipple. With his one hand he grabbed my other boob and squeezed it roughly. I scremed so loudly.

I tried to get off from the bed but he grabbed my leg and pulled me again in that place. He grabbed his dick stroked it two or three times then line it with my entrence. I began to panic. "Gojo Gojo .... please no .... G-gojo please no... Don't do this again please!!!" I begged him and tears started falling from my eyes but he didn't listen. "Call me Satoru.... You should call me by the first name, baby" he said kissing my cheeks.

Gojo pushed his whole length in one slide and I scremed with pain. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was screming loudly. His huge dick was giving me too much pain. He started giving me hickeys on my neck and chest. His thursting getting faster and harder. "This .... This is mine.... I wouldn't.... I wouldn't let anyone take it from me!!!!" He said between moans. My whole body was shaking. He was moaning too. The way his dick was touching my g-spot make my back arch. It didn't take much time and I came. As I came that smirk again played on his lips.

He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside... please" I begged him. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out and whispered in my ear with a smirk "I'm sure.... you'll be carrying my child". He whispered and fall beside me taking deep breaths.

" You are mine and just fucking mine. Don't ever dare to think of anyone else for a moment. Or else you know damn well what I'm gonna do." He whispered in my ear.

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[deanirae]

will write for food. please donate

Howdy, friends

I write it with great dread and shame but again I need your help. Few months ago I got laid off work with no word of notice and I've been aggressively looking for a new job ever since. In the grand scheme of things and in the work force as a permanently disabled person I am but a cough spit on the great sidewalk of god's plan.

I have no benefits, my sick leave has run out and what little I had left all went to cover the basic costs of living. Now I don't have even that and at the moment there is no job in sight. I don't have money neither for rent nor for food for myself and my pets.

My parents rent a tiny appartment andf have only one paycheck of minimum wage and are not able to help me. They live more or less separately on the one room flat divided into two. There's no place for a third adult person with two cats. Plus my mom is an alcoholic which causes fights between them every day that both parties drag me into. Space aside I cannot stress how much I really can't go back there. Being on multiple medications could not help my mental health when I was there.

I am so scared, I keep looking for jobs and applying anywhere I can still and I have no intention to give up. I need money unfortunately to not loose my roof and to get food and meds.

If you can, please consider donating to my pay pal to paypal(.)me (/) saristreatment or via sgirzynska(@)gmail(.)com

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love, sara

[mocacheezy]

Short version: Trying to find a place I can rent longterm and that doesn't cost me an arm, leg, both kidneys and my spinal cord is frustrating. Especially when the person making the contract (when there is a contract), thinks they can blatantly fuck me over, despite stuff we agreed on verbally.

Long version:

Me: *gets a pricey option for renting a (somewhat fixer-upper) appartement in the main city, with the verbal deal of being able to get a main living address registered for the duration of 3 years I plan to rent (bcs having the main address there qualifies me for smth else I need)*

Me: *gets the money ready, but have to see the contract first before deciding to sign*

The agency dude, writing up the contract, likely assuming "the autistic girl and her mom probably won't read it well, they seem ready to go ahead and sign":

*writes that they are lowering the cost of rent for the duration of fixing up the kitchen and all other stuff I need to get done per agreement*

*writes that the owner agrees to a TEMPORARY address registration*

Me:

Conclusion: If the three sections written in this contract don't get changed before Thursday/Friday when we'll be signing the contract, they can keep that place.

I am not paying 500 rent + utilities for a temporary address while ALSO providing them with essentially a free kitchen because I get to live for a year or two in a fixer upper.

This better have been a typo, otherwise I will look him in the eye at the meeting and tell him that this is something I am not compromising on, and that he can freely give the place to the students that wanted to rent for just one year.

I do need support when communicating and setting up meetings like that, as well as having the stuff explained to me so I don't shut down in the middle of a meeting.

I am not dumb. And I do NOT need this appartement this much.

[josefavomjaaga]

A road accident

There are several reports about Napoleon in his youth occasionally playing the coachman, which resulted in some severe accidents. The “Cahiers” of Brun de Villeret also contain a similar event, but with Soult on the coach box and happening much later, after the Empire, in 1825 under the Bourbon regime.

By this time, both men had mostly retired to their natal villages, Brun to Villeret close to Malzieu in the Lozère, and Soult to Saint-Amans in the Tarn. Brun, never very wealthy, was looking for means to improve his finances and considered starting a manufactury in his hometown. For that purpose, he visited with the Soults for six weeks. Soult in 1821 had sold his luxurious (and much beloved) country estate from the time of the Empire, Villeneuve l’Étang, to the Duchess of Angouleme and had apparently successfully invested that money in several factories in the South. After Brun had had everything shown to him by his old marshal in detail, he thought about setting off for his home again.

I was about to bid farewell to my hosts and their pleasant valley of Saint-Amans, when I found myself detained by an accident which almost cost the life of myself and the Duke of Dalmatia.

He had offered to take me to Mazamet in a tilbury that he drove himself.

Mazamet being a small town about 10 kms from Saint-Amans, where Soult had founded and continued to encourage the foundation of several manufactories (quite a novelty in that poor, mostly agricultural region).

And a tilbury being a carriage, known for its light build and excellent springs, and looking like this:

He was chatting absent-mindedly, and all of a sudden he slammed into one of those enormous marble milestones that mark the leagues in the south of France. The elasticity of the springs threw us both into the air at a height of more than eight feet. The marshal fell two toises [1 toise = ~2 m] from the carriage and was struck down: one whole side of his right thigh turned as black as his hat. As for me, my destination was less distant, and I found myself astride the edge of the tilbury, one leg in the carriage, and the other engaged between the wheel, the frame, the axle and the footboard. My foot reached the ground, but the carriage had not tipped over and the horse had resumed its very brisk pace. And the wheel, rubbing against my leg, was causing me such pain that I had every reason to fear that it would shatter it. However, I tried to free myself and when I succeeded, I found myself with several abrasions and my boot all torn. I had covered more than five hundred toises without being able to stop the horse, as the reins, having escaped from the marshal, had gone forward. By stretching out I managed to catch them again. When I was clear, I went to find my travelling companion who was hobbling along behind me, leaning on his piqueur.

Who apparently also had been of the party and had been thrown off? Seems a bit weird on a single horse… Not sure if there is another possible translation. Or maybe the man had followed them on horseback?

On our way home, we were supposed to attend a big dinner party and, concealing our accident, we began to brace ourselves. But our paleness and suffering gave away our secret. It was suggested that we go to bed and, for my part, I was very happy to return to my bed and my appartment.

So, the two dignified gentlemen, after having almost gotten themselves killed, pretend that all is fine and nothing happened and are immediately found out – by Madame Soult, I presume? 😁

Who then sends them to bed. Without dinner.

I feel like Brun phrased that “for my part, I was happy”, deliberately like that 😁. Monsieur le Maréchal who had managed to overlook a huge road sign may for once have been at the receiving end of a lecture.

[stuvvshii]

i wish appartment didnt cost as much money as i make in 15 years total

[vanyaliful]

fuck i am looking for a small appartement around Paris and it's HELL i hate it i hate it i hate that it's costing me half my salary i hate that im at the landlords' mercy i hate that i can't live where i actually want to live i hate that because i don't have long term contracts i can only contact private owners bc agencies would trash my case immediately i HATE that there are so many fake ads to con people and steal their money or identities i hate that the market is SO strained that people are desperate and therefore easy prey to assholes i hate that i can't ask landlords for a proof of ownership because i'd be listed as a pompous prick and cast aside immediately bc there are dozens of less regarding potential tenants waiting in line I FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS

[karkesyc]

I've been looking for a new home for a while. Aside of nothing being in my price class, I get furious of the descriptions of these real estate agencies.

" Great appartement/house to buy as an investment"

And this is not speaking of an important investment you'll be making for the security of having a roof over your head. It's straight up promoting to make money from a basic human right.

And I don't care about those stories about someone who learns their house is 3X more worth than when they bought it. Because they are ignoring 2 facts.

1) The current prices are based on indexes and speculation, but not the actual worth of the house. The only thing that would logically determine the price of real estate is the original worth and cost of the work to improve the house. After that real estate should logically lose their worth, since a house where nothing happens only wears down in time like any other material good.

2) We've come at a situation where working people under the age of 35 who don't make 5 figures and/or take a massive loan that leaves you in debt are unable to buy a home of their own. This is now a privilege for the rich few. Good on the people who can sell the house at a massive profit, but you are complicit to the organisation of a new wave of poverty.

[sev-wildfang]

“abloo bloo servers cost money” cower like a dog in front of the capitalist demiurge if you so desire, i will not and ill call you a bitch for doing it. servers dont ontologically cost money - they cost labor, energy, maintenance. the parasite of money never has to enter the equation. does your appartment, your house, your room intrinsically “cost money” just from existing? no it fucking doesnt. someone is holding it hostage demanding money for it existing.

[stormratyaps]

Hi, it's 4:16 am. I forgot to cancel my dentist appointment yesterday. I think I also forgot to take my meds. But I'm not sure. They don't work anyway though. I went to school yesterday and lied to our principal/head of department (whatsitcalledidk) and said I am feeling great and way less disabled and that my meds are really working and that it doesn't matter that I am homeless and I would like to stay in school. Only the last part is true. I kept thinking 'he can see by my eyes that I'm dissociated off my ass, can't he?' He put me on a trial period. If I don't super smash bros TM this coming block of 6 weeks, I can't stay. Him and the student councelor kept bringing up 'the consequenses' and I just kept nodding and saying I understand and that I will put in the work. Meanwile I am homeless, my anxiety is worse than ever, I know the teacher hates me and has said a bunch of ableist shit about me (she thinks it's not worth educating me bcs I am too disabled to thrive in the career field anyways, and appearantly a bunch of teachers agree with her sooooo Cool Nice Way to go) and now I know I have to mask heavily in order to be accepted at this school But I barely survived those 60 minutes of masking in the meeting, I know I can't do it full time, I'm gonna be discovered immediately - I mean someone will see right through it, right? I lost my masking skills a while ago and it took my whole c-ptsd pussy to mask in this one meeting. It only worked bcs I was feeling Threatened TM (although most of the time when I feel threatened I scream and kick so ;// stroke of luck I guess). Everything is dependant on this trial period, not only the career prospects and education I'm passionate about, but also finanically it matters a Big Deal that I stay in school, so I receive a sum of money from goverment (idk what its called) for being in school and studying , and whitout that money my parents can't pay for an appartment for me, which I need because of many reasons one of them being that the appartment would make it possible for me to commute to school every day without dying active death from the 5h commute from my parents house, BUt Also, and more importantly (by a fucking stretch) I do not feel safe at my parents house and will literally consider any other option before having to move back in with them bcs they're manipulative and transphobic and there exists no privacy in their house. Literally. There are no doors, some of the walls are broken out, etc. I would even stay outside all night getting no sleep from fear before I go back. If I don't stay in school, I have to work, which I cannot do, because I am disabled. But I cannot prove that I am disabled, because I have no diagnoses, and I cannot get a diagnosis, because it costs thousands of shiny monniemonnie coins. I have no idea what to do, my future looks insanely bleak, I don't have a trusted adult I can talk to. I used to talk to the student counselor or my teachers but they're not on my side clearly.

Let alone the fact that not having a purpose in life, like studying or working, is absolutely depressing and isolating. I feel so so so so so abandoned and lost. My partner has very similar problems, she is homeless too, and disabled like me. Her symptoms have been worse than I've ever seen and I can't help her. I feel worried sick about her like she does about me.

I don't see a future for myself. I don't see it.

[dust-punk-development]

Dustpunk

(this text is copied from my og reddit post, two years ago. Since then I have written a lot more, learned some coding and became a better artist, wich is why I am attempting the project!)

Imagine this:

It's 1936. You are a widowed woman living on a farm, in a fictional conty of the american midwest. Your husband died in a "hunting accident" a few months ago. You have four kids, from 12 to 4 to feed, and a farm. A farm where barely anything can grow. The well give out muddy, disgusting water. The sun is cruel, and your animals are little more than skin and bones. The local villages is full of familiar but suspicious, ugly faces. They want you to get a new husband quick- a woman like you, alone, on such a big farm? Scandalous. You are scared to attend church, but even more to miss it. And from time to time, dust storm come.

And there is something in the dust.

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THE CONCEPT:

So! As you just read, the entire thing is a "dark" farming simulator, were the goal is to survive. A big idea behind it is to reverse most tropes found in those games. Eligible bachelor? They are the angry towns drunk. The friendly mayor that come around to help? A religious zealot who wants you out. You actually start with an established farm, and the goal is to keep it afloat, contrary to those usual game. There are 2 major aspect to the game: the Daily Life, and the Dust Storm. Both have their own little quirk and mechanics.

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Daily Life: You wake up every day. You have an energy gauge, a clock, a basic inventory and some money. Everyday, you need to drink water and eat, or else your energy bar will be lower the following on. You can get a game over by waking up with 0 energy and "dying"

You have access to a map of your farm, a map of the wilderness, and a map of the town. All of them have a top down view for easier navigations. By clicking one of the elements, you have the possibility to do actions related to it (exemple: clicking a plot of land will offer you to water it, the bar in town offer you to talk to people or catch a drink, etc etc.). Every actions cost you energy and time. Some items (food, coffee) can give you extra energy. You have to be in bed to catch at least 6 hours of sleep, or your energy will be lower the next day.

Crops/animals grow in a rather similar way to other farming simulator. You tend to them, and they grow in a set amount of time (unless things go wrong...). You get the choices to keep some, or most, of the food for yourself, or to sell it in town for money.

You need to buy things like supply for the animals, seeds, medications, etc etc. From time to time, random event happen, wich does not help your financial situations (for exemple: a sick child, clothes that fall appart, a broken piece of equipment, you see the deal.) There can be a lot extra mechanic also attached to all this, from you getting discount at the store if your clothes are nicer, to certains food giving special buff, to your kids getting sick if they eat constantly the same ones.... But those are not necessary to the gameplay. They are just nice additions if the dev is into it.

Likewise, the social aspect can be anything from linear story to branching narrative to fully open, like Stardew Valley or Harvest Moon. Again, it all depend of the scopes of the game

But I can see your impatience.... What about those promised horror elements??? Here they come!

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The Dust Storms:

I'm spoiling it right now: those dust storms are not natural. They are the work of an evil, ancient being. Hidden in the dark of it, horrible creature walk, and create chaos and horror.

You have advanced warning, when a dust storm come. You see them on the horizon. As the game progress, they come closer together, are more violent, give you less warning, and are longer. Going outside during a storm will negatively affect your health, so its a good idea to have a store of water inside! (Something that the player learn early on, the first few storm are not that punitive.)

During the storm, supernatural things may happen. Shadow will walk the farm. Footstep will come from the roof. They might ear scream and cry outside. All those things can lead to a monster attack. If you had your gun with you, congrats! If not, well... I hope you like loosing half your health. Or dying, in later storm.

The creature will also wreck your farm. It start relatively simply and "natural" (trampled crops, dead chickens) and goes into the real creepy and weird (all your crops are now full of ants, your pigs "fused", etc). You have to learn how to defend yourself from the monster, mostly by using your trusty gun and preventive measure (maybe you can learn in town that leaving a dead animal for them to feast as an "offering" will save the rest?)

The town also deal with those creature, and you can feel great joy at knowing the people you hate are also not doing well at all.

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That's great and all, but how do we win this game??

First of all, you have to survive. Most event will follow a linear narrative and happen as long as your alive. Second, you need to unlock some "clues" by exploring around town and talking to people. If you do so properly, you end up realising that the horrible priest of the local church actually run a cult in the church basement! They are summoning the evil dust storm, and their goal is to sacrifice the whole town (minus themself) to become "immortal". And why they made multiple storm? The God work on fear, they needed to build the fear in town before fully summoning him.

Now, for the actual ending, it depend of things like budget, mechanics in place in the actual game, etc etc. Ideally, you get a handful of ending depending on how you did, the most satisfying being the one were you shot the bastard priest in the face and save the town/world.

But this is a dark game, I can see multiple bad ending happening.

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Presentation

Visually, I see it as very simple: a bit like a dating sim, with character sprite having a few variations, text at the bottom, info like health at the top. I can imagine something with a heavy comic-book influence, to really set in the american vibe. The maps are from top down, with maybe a few scene getting unique environment. Little to no animations too, because urg, budget. (this is the section that has changed the most. I now want to do a "stardew valley clone" ish, with pixel art. Mostly because it allow me to solo dev, but also because a more interactive game will let a wider audience enjoy it.)

The focus would be on strong writing and a compelling story/characters. Think something I can see a simple but effective sound design, especially during the storm sequence. Most of the game is management, but maybe, if things work well, a few point and click sequence can be introduced too for small puzzles (not necessary).

All in all, it would be mostly focused on the demographic that love farming game and, somehow, also enjoy horror game with a lot of lore/reading to them.

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IN CONCLUSION:

I had this idea two years ago. It has not left me since. I cannot get away from it. I truly want to create this game, and I am at a point in my life with extra time and energy where I can try working on it a bit.

[electricangels]

Major OOF with that new Watcher news.

I absolutely understand if they are struggling financially and my heart goes out to them for that. But making their own expensive streaming service is NOT a good solution and I have no idea what they were thinking. I'm so concerned that this is going to destroy their channel. We are already plagued by there being so many different streaming services all costing crazy amounts of money, with constantly raising prices during an economic crisis. People are already unable to continue subscribing to numerous streaming services, what in god's name made them think people will want to add another one?

I love Watcher, I've been a huge fan of the ghoul boys for years, back in their buzzfeed days. But I can't even afford to rent my own appartment, let alone a streaming service. I'm going to be so sad to never be able to see their videos again, but I can't follow them into this new chapter.

If this was just a me problem that would be one thing. Cause yeah they make great content and are talented people that deserve to get paid for their hard work, of course. And of course I am not entitled to their content in any way, I understand all of that, that isn't the problem here. The problem is that I feel like the vast majority of Watcher fans are in similar economic positions and won't be able to pay for this service, meaning they might loose a significant amount of viewers with this decision. And the less viewers, the less momey they can make to keep their business afloat. Like I said, I love them and their content, I don't want to see them go under, but I'm afraid that will be what happens if they go through with this. I understand that they are in a rough position and have to make some tough choices, but I'm afraid that this is the worst choice.

I'm sad to see them go, I'll miss them. At least I can keep enjoying the already published content.

(Also side note, it feels really shitty that they were hyping this up acting like they had something really exciting in the works only to reveal that it's them putting their content behind a paywall. That was uncharacteristically fucked up and tone deaf of them.)

[josefavomjaaga]

Brun joins Soult’s staff

Continuing with the private memoirs of Brun de Villeret (his “Cahiers”). After being bored out of his skull for a couple of months in Toulon, in November 1805 Brun finally received the long-awaited commission as Soult’s aide-de-camp.

Everything was going according to my wishes, but I was in Toulon, and the Marshal at that time was on his way to Austria.

And as due to the war travelling through Italy seemed out of the question, Brun had to make a detour through Strasbourg, which cost him so much time that he only was able to join the marshal eight days after the battle of Austerlitz.

The marshal was pleased to see me again, but he observed, with his usual gruffness, that I had missed a good opportunity, and he did not relent until I had told him of the difficulties I had encountered on my journey.

This slight inconvenience was not the only one I experienced. I entered a staff composed of young men who were indulging in the most unrestrained libertinism.

This sentence somehow conjures up a vision of Brun arriving in Vienna, opening the door to the antechamber of Soult's appartments and bursting right into some party of the ADCs, with Saint-Chamans dancing on the table in his underwear...

I was not very willing to partake of their pleasures; and there was some difficulty in establishing a close relationship. I realised that my new position might not be a rose without thorns. I judged that the wisest course was to focus on carrying out my duties and to see what would happen. [...]

And this proved to be a good decision, because things arranged themselves over the next couple of weeks.

I read a lot, I studied German and the habit of living together gradually made the prejudices that my colleagues might have had against me fade away.

The marshal took advantage of every opportunity to learn, and by a rather shrewd tactic, he skilfully sought at the table to put the conversation on the subjects of history, science or literature, which he wanted to study or clarify. He thus made up for the defects of a more than incomplete education [...].

Yeah, I guess that’s the kind of education that you will receive as an apprentice of some village notary – especially as an apprentice who one morning jumped out of the window in order to join the military. Somewhat imcomplete indeed.

[...] and there, finding myself on my own ground, I often regained the upper hand that other aides-de-camp enjoyed because of their great names, considerable income, and brilliant bearing, which my financial means did not allow me to attain.

Come to think of it: Brun really is the only one to realize just how bad Soult’s education was. All the other aides, despite the fact they came from good families and must have enjoyed a much better education, are dead impressed by Soult’s knowledge and work ethics. It’s also interesting to note that, while Pétiet keeps complaining about money issues, and while he relates a similar, if joking complaint by Alfred de Lameth, the one guy who really could not count on any financial help from his family but who had wife and children of his own to take care of, Brun de Villeret, was very happy with his position, and says that he managed to save a sum of 40,000 Franc during the years in Spain, because Soult invested some money for his aides into a corsaire, an investment that paid off, and because these aides were lodged and fed at the expense of their marshal.

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The Future of 3PL Fulfillment in the Face of Amazon Warehouse Distribution (AWD)

The Future of 3PL Fulfillment in the Face of Amazon Warehouse Distribution (AWD)

 Get faster and more reliable fulfillment at a lower cost with a peer-to-peer network. Manish Chowdhary has seen eCommerce evolve from its infancy and has dealt with online retailers' technologies for over 22 years. He has got deep experience with logistics, eCommerce, and operations, and he’s ready to share all that knowledge with existing or new eCom sellers.

 In this episode, Manish discloses how his business model (multi-channel fulfillment) works and the reason why sellers need to have an independent third-party backup. He provides great insights about how to navigate the waters of Amazon and the importance of moving to other channels. Manish breaks down things you should consider when looking for a 3PL company. Don’t miss it!

  Things You Should Consider When Looking for a 3PL Company

 If you got an Amazon channel, but you don’t have a 3PL yet, there are some factors you should take into account when looking for a 3PL company.

 • The 3PL should understand what kind of products they are going to deal with. They should clearly know what the inbound and outbound frequency is and what kind of services you are expecting.

• Make sure to analyze the shipping costs carefully. Sometimes you might believe you’ve got a great deal, but you can be actually losing money. Is the 3PL going to take one or two days extra to ship from a lead time? Are they going to use downgraded services that will take longer for the consumer to receive the products? It’s very important to understand all this information upfront to make the right decision.

• If you’re looking for an FBA forwarding service, verify how much the shipping cost is going to be on other 3PLs compared to FBA. This will allow you to know exactly what products are going to come out ahead and are going to cost more.

 It's essential to make data-driven decisions in order to find out who is going to be or not the right fit for your business.

 Peer-to-Peer Fulfillment Network

 For the first time, if you're a merchant who has excess space in your warehouse, you have an opportunity to make money. Manish’s business is doing a great job to make this possible who his innovative peer-to-peer order fulfillment.

 Merchants are looking for a single provider that can handle their b2b, stage their inventory and drip it to FBA as needed, and do the fulfillment for other channels such as Shopify, Walmart, etc. There are 2 million merchants in the US, and many of them do fulfillment on their own, which means there's plenty of capacity available. So instead of building a very expensive warehouse that will charge you something very expensive for their services to recover their expenses, Cahoot (Manish’s business) leverages existing assets so that you can get higher utilization for what already exists.  

What Sets Cahoot Appart  

Cahoot has the software and technology to help sellers that want to outsource fulfillment and add a second location and make this process seamless. Cahoot invites both 3PLs and warehouses of capacity to apply to become a fulfillment partner, and for the sellers to look out and find merchant-inclusive fulfillment. 

 Are you already comfortable and happy with your current provider? No problem, Cahoot wants to invite them to join its network and work together to make your work easier since all they want is to ensure you can keep your clients and always meet their needs.  

If you are not ready to outsource fulfillment, and you have a warehouse, or you do fulfillment or shipping yourself, Cahoot can save you a lot of time. Cahoot has built a technology that reduces human error and automates all. So why wouldn’t you take advantage of this unique technology to do other things that are more revenue-producing?

 Final Thoughts

 The world is going through some historic black swan events with the pandemic, still, there are some great businesses that are going to emerge out of this. So be creative and take advantage of opportunities that come your way.

 If you're looking to stay ahead of the competition, consider using an independent third-party fulfillment service. It may be the best way to ensure that your business remains successful. So whether you're a new Amazon seller looking to take your business to the next level, or an experienced seller looking for new ways to improve your performance, this episode is sure to help!

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if i want to rent an appartment, as i'm not elligible to social housing, don't have a guarantor and that no one wants the state guarantor, my only option left is getting a bank guarantor thing.

it means i'd have to put the entire amount of money that rent would cost me over the renting period on a locked bank account that only my landlord could access if i ever fail to pay rent.

renting contracts have to be at least 3 years long. it meanst that for a 500€ monthly rent, i'd have to lock 18k€ on a bank account and not touch it for 3 years. i don't even have that amount of money and that would mean i wouldn't have any savings left at all 💀

this system sucks. literally if i wasn't living with my parents i'd be homeless bc i earn too much