#linkedin page

[jagodosh391-blog]

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[rolameny]

the crockpot is a piece of american jewish innovation?????

My grandmother Tamara Kaslovski Nachumsohn, grew up in a small “shtetl” in Lithuania. She told my dad, when he was a young child, that when she was growing up back in the old country, each Friday afternoon her mother would send her to the local bakery with their pot of prepared but yet uncooked “cholent.” There it would be put into the oven for a full day, while the family observed the Sabbath and the hot oven cooled to warm while not in use for that same period. At sundown she would go to the bakery and bring the family their delicious pot of steamy stew. Dad remembered the story and was inspired to find a way to create a heating element that surrounded the pot in the same way that an oven would have.

source

hello???????

[ixtaek]

Autocorrect just gave me “LinkedIn Universe” and all I can think is:

Art from @linkeduniverse

[fishhateme]

so... LinkedIn au part four, anyone?

Listen. LISTEN. I know it's been like a month. But last week was the ao3 fic, so I'm making good on my promise and finally, finally continuing this au - rest assured, there will be no more longer breaks, we'll do biweekly updates now. Technically, this was supposed to come out on Thursday, but I was genuinely creatively blocked. Anyways, hope you like it! if you need to catch up, go read part 3!

Max wasn’t an expert on coffee, not really, but he’d wager the espresso he was drinking right now had been burned, watered down with tap water, covered up with sugary syrups he couldn’t name if he wanted to, and then topped off with the cheapest milk known to man. 

Ah, the beauty of a college campus Starbucks. 

Besides him, Daniel was drinking a chai latte (“I’m actually not supposed to be drinking this, I’m lactose intolerant, but YOLO, am I right? George, do people still say YOLO?”) and George, the TA, was typing furiously on his cellphone, his caramel macchiato long forgotten beside him (“Are you flirting with your boyfriend again, Georgie? Your boyf?” “Erm- Alex is just a friend, Professor Ricciardo. And nobody says boyf”). 

In any case, Daniel’s eyes were now focused on Max as the Dutchman tried not to grimace anytime he took a gulp out of his drink, thinking that it was surely unfair that this man had such naturally long eyelashes and puppy-dog eyes. 

“What about you, Max? Got any boyf?” Daniel asked, voice mocking as he said that just to annoy George, obviously. 

Obviously. 

That was the only reason he was asking about Max’s relationship status. 

Even though the espresso he was drinking was hell on Earth, Max forced himself to take another gulp and swallow it, if only to buy himself some time. He thought about that Spanish car designer with the stupid mansion in Madrid he’d invited Lando to for the weekend, because if a God existed he surely wanted to show Max that good things happened to good people, just not him. 

Unlike his friend, Max was meant to squirm under hot, middle aged men’s questioning gazes. 

Actually not the worst fate in the world, now that he thought about it. 

“Eeeeh” he said, noncommittal. “No, no, uh, boyfriend”

If he hadn’t known any better, he would’ve said that Daniel smiled at that, but his plush lips were quickly covered by the plastic lid of his drink. “Ah, a pity, such a handsome man all alone. I’m single, too, if it helps you feel better. I’m All By Myself, like my friend Celine.” he stared at Max, the corner of his mouth quivering, clearly searching for some recognition that never came, “You uh, you know Celine, actually?”

Max frowned, not sure if he should focus on the fact that he’d just been called handsome or on the Aussie’s question, suddenly feeling socially inept. He knew a lot of people in the physics world - Jos had made sure of it, had taken him to see particle accelerators instead of playing football when he was a kid - but not so many in academia, not really. “Uh… Celine?”

George gave him a weird look, almost pitying, but Daniel was nodding along, a thrilled gleam in his eyes. “Yeah yeah yeah, Celine! She, uh, awesome lady, gosh, she did a lot of work in the, uh, green sector…” he turned to George, a gleam in his eyes, “George, Tell Him”

George rolled his eyes, sighing, but he set his phone on the table as he reluctantly smiled at his professor, seeming mildly amused. “Oh yeah, I remember Celine, It’s All Coming Back To Me Now”

Daniel almost jumped from delight at that, squirming in his seat like a child on a sugar rush, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he looked back at Max, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, uh, I don’t know if you remember, Max, she was really big in the green energy space, uh, she invented this whole new type of power plant… it was very, uh, revolutionary. She discovered, um, a new type of power” he said, his voice jumping an octave at his last words, his entire body language jumpy as if he couldn’t wait for something.

Max blinked, feeling like he’d missed half of the conversation, lost, suddenly back to being in the backseat of his dad’s car after another failed Physics Olympiad.

Was this Celine woman important? Was he forgetting, like, another one of Marie Curie’s daughters and they were laughing at his lack of physics knowledge? Had Daniel read his old fluid dynamics papers and expected a scholarly genius, only to be disappointed? Was he going to tell everyone he knew that the old prodigy of aerodynamic engineering was actually a fraud who hadn’t even designed a successful new aircraft in almost a year now? Was this all a big joke, and he was the punchline?

“She discovered The Power Of Love!” Daniel cut in, laughing so hard he almost fell out of his chair, tears in his eyes as he cackled. 

Unbeknownst to him, he'd said something so odd and utterly unfunny he'd completely snapped Max out of his spiral.

Huh, that's certainly a new way of getting back to the present.

Other patrons at the Starbucks stared, but at least one or two recognized Daniel by his honking laugh, waving hi at their professor, evidently somewhat fond of his antics. 

Max felt half confused and half embarrassed, and he let out a little chuckle out of politeness, although he was mostly starting to get irritated by… whatever this was. He looked at George, feeling lost, and the TA laughed as well, clearly a little in love with Daniel too because he seemed far too charmed by the older man’s shenanigans. At Max’s lost look, though, he clearly took pity on him, because he stirred the caramel macchiato pensively before finally giving in. 

“Celine Dion, Max” George explained, whilst Daniel was too busy laughing his ass off.

Max blinked once, then twice, feeling stupid. This wasn’t a… physics thing, was it? It wasn’t the type of get together where three academics tried to surpass each other’s encyclopedic knowledge of increasingly obscure subjects, it was just… three guys in a Starbucks. 

Okay. Cool. Chill. Max could do that. Totally. 

“Oh” he said, lamely. 

Daniel was so delighted he was kicking his feet by now, wiping off his tears with a cheap napkin. “Ah, mate, you should’ve seen your face…” he sniffled, looking like a kid on Christmas as he beamed at Max, not even remotely ashamed. “Sorry, uh, I promise I don’t do that often. Must be the caffeine in my system” 

“Yes, you do. And you’re drinking tea” George piped in, his British accent barely disguising his rudeness, but Max and Daniel were too busy making lovey dovey eyes at each other to really pay attention to his words. 

What a weird fucking dude, Max thought, breathing slowly as he allowed himself a real smile.

If possible, Daniel smiled even wider, as if in reflex.

Okay, yeah, I wanna fuck him. 

They ended up spending over an hour at the Starbucks, mainly because Daniel had gotten it into his head that his first-year students should computationally model the hypersonic aerodynamics of a cow for 20% of their grade, and now he was in a bit of a pickle since he was expecting at least one of his eighty or so students to adequately assume the cow would fucking die, and none of them had gotten it right. 

George, exasperated, was already emailing one of Daniel’s faculty members, the Seb guy, asking how they could delete a graded assignment from the applied physics department’s digital database before the faculty head noticed. 

Meanwhile, Daniel was bent over the table, sipping his third venti chai latte, clearly on a little bit of a sugar rush as he covered his face with his hands, “I just don’t get why they didn’t tell me to fuck off! They should’ve told me to fuck off, right? I mean- how many days did they even spend on this?! They put the- they put the fucking cow in Mach 5 velocity, did nobody think about the poor animal?!” 

Max was just thankful he’d never had to study under Daniel, really. Not only would it have been a massive obstacle to his accelerated course of studies, which his father had personally designed, it would’ve also made him want to stay and have class with his peers, which would’ve been hugely detrimental to his carefully timed life plan. 

They wrapped up the coffee date (was it a date when you brought along your TA and only talked about work? Max should really just swallow his pride, reinstall Grindr and be done with it) after Daniel texted a friend of his about animal cruelty and sticking bulldogs in wind tunnels or something. Max just hoped it wasn’t the bulldog guy from the convention. 

It probably was, wasn’t it? 

George had long since headed to the dorms, arguing weakly about homework, which his Aussie boss clearly didn’t buy for a second, but had still allowed. 

As he took him to his car, Daniel smiled at Max, sweet like honey. His tan skin was glowy in the golden light of the sunset, and he almost looked regal, like a statue of a long forgotten Greek god. 

The college parking lot was silent and deserted, at this time of day. Above them, the clouds shone a mesmerizing mix of pink and orange hues. 

“I had a lot of fun today,” Daniel said, his voice quiet like he was afraid to ruin the moment. “Thanks for coming by. I know it’s not the most, uh… exciting, compared to your big-boy labs and, like- fancy computing systems and everything, but… y’know”

Max nodded along, eyes wide. He didn’t want to miss a single second of this, whatever this was. He wondered if Daniel’s lips tasted sweet with a hint of chai tea, tried to imagine how the spiciness of the black pepper would feel on his tongue. 

“I had a lot of fun, too. It was nice to get shown around. I never got the, er, proper college experience. So it was of course lovely to join you, Daniel” Max responded, surprising himself when he realized he had actually had fun, even though it had been, objectively, a waste of his time. 

He could waste time, and be cool and laid back, and have people know his name and order in a coffee shop, and memorize Celine Dion songs to make shitty jokes. 

He could, truly. 

Let me show you I could, he wanted to say, but the words died on his lips. 

Daniel stared, still, uncharacteristically quiet. 

He was awfully close, Max realized. 

The Aussie cleared his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing, but he didn’t take a step back. Max could feel his breath ghosting his lips. He must’ve looked pathetic, now, pupils blown wide and cheeks burning crimson for a man he hadn’t even touched. 

Daniel seemed to finally get the memo, letting his eyes drift shut as he leaned in for a kiss, a soft peck of the lips with barely any tongue, tentative and unsure. Chaste, almost - silly for men their age. 

Max sighed deeply through his nose, taking a step forward, wanting to be impossibly closer to Daniel, to press their bodies closer together, closer, closer, closer. 

But Daniel pulled back, his warm hands caressing his shoulders, keeping him in place as he smiled softly. “Drive safe, Max”

And Max, maddened with the burning need for more, couldn’t do much more than nod, watching as he walked away. 

[mycenaae]

i truly believe that daniel's behaviour at the end of the s2 finale is exactly how he was, when he was still passionate about his reporting and writing and didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of his choices of stories to tell, before he became cynical and disillusioned by the changes to the landscape of journalism and his own fame. this is the bright young reporter with a point of view who made a name for himself with investigative reporting, who interviewed dangerous people and got out alive, who won two pulitzers and got fired from two papers (hired back at one). he's reinvigorated not just because he's a vampire now but also because he's published something, it sold 5 million copies in four months, and he's getting buzz around it.

why the fuck would he care that his professional rival is trying to do a hit interview on him when he can read his mind and know that it's because he's jealous of daniel's success when his book's a success, he's a multi-millionaire just for helping his friend get a divorce, he still has two pulitzers to his name, he's (presumably) feeling physically better than he's felt in years, he's riding the high of publication of a new story, and he's going to live forever! of course his ego's huge <3

[eunnui]

Might just update my resume after 5 years lol

[darcyolsson]

i'm probably late to this but have you guys seen daniel molloy's linkedin page and website yet

[shotbyafool]

sorry for being psychologically insane but endeavoring to piece together a personal history of Daniel Molloy is crazy-making.

[macbethz]

[purplethespian]

You've heard of getting ghosted by employers who don't tell you that you didn't get the job, now get ready for: scholarship sponsors who don't tell you that you didn't win!

[dkettchen]

*incredibly nerdy screaming*

[hagbrigade]

mr milchick one of my favorite evil guys on tv. fantastic work by the actor… tramell tillman you are on my list 🤩

[mishapeesha]

currently have season four on for background noise while i do other things and i hear dean running and panting in the first few seconds of an episode and thought “is this yellow fever” it was in fact yellow fever. mind you i have not watched season 4 in god knows how long. WHY is this dumbass show embedded in my head the way that it is 😞

[softitinstitute]

[darcyolsson]

the little pre-first date social media stalk is so fun it feels like a scavenger hunt and the reward is their twitter account which they haven't used since they were 13. unrelated but sometimes I think I should make a career switch to digital forensics