#literally fuck this industry so hard

[animebw]

Arifureta is getting a third season.

God is dead and we have killed him.

[bluewinnerangel]

There's a stand with gills sushi outside the venue eat up everyone nomnom

[pointsfortrying]

Yeah you like kpop but also are you normal ab asian people and aware of the state of the entertainment industry in korea—

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

whoever decided every single adult dental product needs to be mint flavoured needs to be shot

[anothermonikan]

never try to achieve The Nomad in Rain World, most stressful time of my fucking life (I did it tho :DD)

[anghraine]

I talked awhile about my frustration with some common online discourse about autistic adults who can communicate on the Internet and the assumptions/generalizations made about "how autistic" we are based on that (the long version is here, the summary is essentially "you don't know my life, Stanley").

There is a, hmm, somewhat related issue as well. There's this idea that verbal autistic people, especially autistic self-advocates, are barely autistic or autistic by some technicality but blahblah, but in any case, that we don't actually understand Real Autism and the struggles and suffering involved, and that's the only reason we don't see the need for a cure.

In general, as I said in the other post, assuming you know everything there is to know about disabled strangers on the Internet based on their personas is pretty gross. You can disagree with people—especially marginalized people—without making assumptions about their capabilities, motivations, and personal lives, actually!

But also, the whole discussion seems kind of ????? to me, honestly. Autism is not just being quirky in an awkward way and many of the symptoms do, in fact, suck. But there is no cure. It is vanishingly unlikely that there will ever be a cure. Some autistic people can learn strategies that limit the consequences of their symptoms to the point that they feel "barely autistic," but this is a) atypical and b) "barely autistic" is still autistic.

For me, the problem with throwing money at "finding the cure" (very frequently framed as "getting my child back") is that it's useless. That money could go to things that actually help autistic people and it's being wasted because organizations won't simply tell people that in the vast, vast majority of cases, autistic people were always autistic and their parents never had an allistic child, just one whose symptoms were once less noticeable or which evolved as the person grew older.

And there's all this intra-community debate, as well, about whether a cure would be good or bad or something in between, and yet it's all over something that's never going to happen for the vast majority of autistic people. For me, it's like ... yes, it's okay to want a cure, but realistically, you're not going to get one and at some point you have to face that. It sounds harsh, but I do think that is the reality and all these microwaved debates about it won't change that fact, and a lot of the rhetoric around it just obscures the basic truth.

[morzowo]

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[everymlmhybrid]

Okay literally when are we gonna start talking about the eating disorder pipeline on YouTube lol. Literally watch one workout video and watch your recommended gets flooded with diet content when all you did was try to be active lol.

[sanstropfremir]

Oh damn I did not know that :/ what made me want to check out Taemin's work is his androgynous image I always see people hailing him and praising him for it and I myself was intrigued by that feminine aspect of his appearance, I didn't know that he was mocked for the same thing people are currently admiring him for but I'm still very new to all of this and I don't know much about Korean beauty standards and cultural norms. I'm going to avoid watching his early content, I did not even know he was 14 when he debuted lol I can imagine how creepy and disgusting some people were towards him

obvs i can't be the one to tell you what you are and aren't comfortably with watching, but i will say that taemin was never styled inappropriately by sm and shinee had a 'boy next door' image well into their 20s. and i would encourage you to watch their early work because it's both very influential on his solo work and insanely influential on kpop as a whole. there's a ton of things that shinee did that have changed the industry, from dance practice videos to having difficult choreography to singlehandedly changing how kpop is styled in 2015. and tbh you can't kick a rock without hitting a group that debuted someone underage and if you were to ignore all of it you would miss out on a ton of good music; shinee's first album the shinee world is one of their best and their debut song replay is one of the most iconic debut songs of all time.

[awkward-teabag]

I hate the idea that a company should always be in growth mode and that mass layoffs, sorry, restructuring is something that should happen at set intervals. Steady profits are still profits and people will be less inclined to work or get invested in their work if they have to keep an emergency backup job in the back pocket no matter how good their work is.

To say nothing about how it limits social bonding 'cause there's only so many times you can go through seeing friends lose their job and have survivor's guilt or vice versa, or how since it's a known occurrence it means you know you're competing directly with friends.

Of course that's the point, along with the business idea that employment should follow the Pareto Principle even though it's pop science, demonstrably false, and an intentional misunderstanding of what was really an observation of coincidences.

And of course that means you're constantly shedding people who have knowledge, skills, and training to "streamline" things or to "increase production speed" when overworking already overworked employees and throwing greenhorns into it does the exact opposite.

It's not about making the company better, it's about making unionizing harder, paying people less, making it seem like the company is doing something, and giving the execs and shareholders more money.

While overworking those who kept their jobs.

[angelltheninth]

Belle of the Ball

Pairing: Vox x Fem!Reader x Valentino

Tags: fluff, abuse, first meeting, dancing, flirting, inspired by Cinderella, shy!Reader to flirty!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Fic commission for @massivementalitynut. Thank you for your support!

If you got caught now you would be in so much trouble with your family. But whatever they had in store for you couldn't be worse then the things they already put you through. It was so ironic that for the first time you felt like you were alive was while you were in the literal pits of Hell.

This party was your escape from them. You put on the best dress you had, you wanted to go out and have a good time, you wanted to get out of your shell. Was it dangerous for you? Yes, but you've dealt with many jerks in your life, you could handle yourself.

The club was dim, loud, filled with so many sweet scents. It almost made you dizzy. You wanted to let loose, to dance. You just needed a dance partner. Before you could spot someone you felt four pairs of hands on your body, two on your hips and two on your shoulders. When you turned your head up you saw two red eyes behind tinted heart-shaped glasses looking down at you. This demon seemed familiar but you couldn't remember the name. He lead you to the dance floor, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

"Such a lovely lady shouldn't be alone tonight." His smooth voice pierced to your ears through all the music. "I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new?"

"Not exactly." You didn't want to sound meek in front of him. "Maybe you haven't been looking hard enough."

"I always remember pretty faces." One of his hands cupped your cheek and he bent down, "Yours is quite a sight." His teeth shone in the light, along with what looked like to be wings behind him? You thought that was a coat or a cape.

He dipped his head further down, the scent of smoke around him coiling around you too.

"Val! What the fuck are you up to now?!" Another demon pushed through the crowd, a TV demon who you did know the name of. Vox the TV demon, one of the VVV, which meant that Val was... Valentino?! You just flirted with the king of the porn industry. "And uh... who is this?"

You felt put on the spot between them. "I... I'm sorry... I didn't know... please... I just wanted to forget some things tonight. I'm not looking for trouble with the VVVs."

"Ah, the poor thing is shaking like a leaf. Vox, sweetheart, you shouldn't scare the ones. This is why I'm the only one who fucks you." Their conversation didn't sound like fighting, more like playful banter, with Valentino's voice getting more seductive with each words. His hands were still on you, keeping your body against his taller one.

Vox stepped in close to you and tilted your head towards his TV screen. He was sizing you up and down for a few moments before smirking at you and wrapping his own arms around your back. "I can't say Val doesn't have good taste."

Now that they both seemed to take a liking to you it was easier to relax around them. Also knowing you weren't intruding on someone's relationship. The last thing you were looking for was trouble. Valentino cupped your face as you started to dance, his finger rubbing the bruise on your jaw. It didn't hurt anymore but when someone was close they could tell easily.

Vox noticed it too, his attention drawn by Valentino's hand.

"I hope he has good taste. I'm here to have fun tonight and it seems like I picked the right guys." You sneaked your arms up to Vox's shoulders, with the TV demon being closer to your height then Valentino who towered over almost everyone in the club.

"If you want a good time sweetheart, you're in for more then a sweet thing you can handle." Valentino's lips finally pressed against yours, he tasted almost sickeningly sweet on your tongue. "Very delicious." His voice made your body shiver, in a good way, which was a novelty to you.

Vox's hands started moving your hips with the music, "Relax. You're a bit too tense. You can't have a good time with something weighing on your mind." The TV demon seemed to see through your troubles. "Trust us we heard it all. Shitty friends, shitty family, shitty lovers. And Val and I, well we can make all of that go away for tonight."

It didn't matter if it was only one night. That was all you needed. You were in good hands, where Valentino was rough, Vox was gentle, when Valentino degraded, Vox praised you, where you couldn't move anymore you could watch them until they got tired and slipped beside you in their bed.

Neither commented on the scars and bruises that covered your body. You didn't have to hide them.

But you also couldn't stay. You already overstayed your welcome. You needed to get home before your family woke up. In your rush you forgot to take your phone, but that was the last thing you were worried about. You had no idea that it would be your saving grace.

"Our new little toy left so soon?" Valentino cooked a pot of coffee for himself and Vox. "Such a shame. She was so fun." He licked his lips with his long tongue, pink drool dripping down his chin.

"You can't keep everyone under you Val." But Vox didn't deny how much fun he had with you. "Hey. Did you notice..."

"The bruises? Of course I did. Which is why I'm considering finding the poor thing. She seemed to have real talent, wasted on who ever she's living with that's treating her like shit." His wings wrapped back around his and Vox's naked bodies. "Feel like doing a little digging on our little runaway?" He glanced at your phone, a blue spark flying from it shortly after.

You managed to get home in time, luckily. However that didn't stop your family from speculating.

"What's got you looking so tired today?" Your dad asked as you brought him his breakfast. You flinched at the accusatory tone in his voice.

"I didn't get much sleep, that's all." It wasn't actually a lie, but the circumstances of it were. Hopefully your mom and dad wouldn't pry too much.

You passed by your mom, hoping to get by easily. "Your wrists. There are new marks on them. You didn't have those last night." You tried to hide them, the handcuff marks, but your sleeves were just shy too short. "Who put these on you?" The cold in your mom's voice made you back up.

"Uhm... I..." How do you lie about this? You didn't own handcuffs.

"You snuck out, didn't you?"

"I-" The back of your moms hand collided with your cheek, sending you to the floor. You could taste blood on your tongue, again but you wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing it's there.

"Lying little bitch. Even in Hell we still take care of you. And this is how you repay us? By whoring yourself out to demons on the street?" You looked for a possible exist strategy. You never lied to your parents before, you never had the guts to. "You could have at least gotten payed for it."

An all too familiar invaded your nose as soon as your dad steeped towards you, "She left before we could pay her. But you won't see any of that money." Valentino's wings eclipsed the entrance to your home, his eyes gleaming red and his cigar emitting smoke. He had a quite lax posture for the scene before him, which might mean he saw it before.

Vox on the other hand made a much more flashy entrance. Appearing from the TV itself, head first them the rest of him and straightening his suit. "And she'd make bank too if last night was any indication."

You quickly ran to hide behind him.

"The VVVs... how do you know our..." Valentino shushed your dad by smacking him with his wing.

"How doesn't matter, little man. You'll be happy to know that you no longer need to bother with her. I... we... will be taking her under our care from now on. How about it sweetheart?" The pink smoke wrapped around your body again, soothing over every visible bruise. "Good. Come along now."

Vox placed his arm on the small of your back as you passed your parents who dared not to raise their voice against the two Overlords. "Our crew will be here for her things."

"How did you find me?" You whispered when you caught up to Valentino.

"Your parents. There's a tracker in your phone that leads to theirs. It was easy for Vox to track. Don't worry your pretty little head about them anymore darling, they can't touch you when you're with us."

[wttcsms]

i wanna brag about it (i wanna tie the knot) ; choso.

pairing choso x f!reader word count 2.6k synopsis overworked, stressed, and in need of relief, choso comes home to the sight of you looking all pretty and sweet. it's been a long time coming, and tonight is the night where choso finally gives in to his deepest desire: fucking a baby into you. content contains babysitter!au (babysitter!reader), ceo!choso, half-brothers!choso & yuuji, toddler!yuuji, implied age gap, breeding kink, obsessive + possessive!choso, housewife kink, misogynistic ideals, wet n messy, size kink, belly bulge, bro is literally so in love with you and dreams abt starting a family with you

Choso could use a drink right about now.

He’s rummaging through his fridge, more than happy to grab one of the many bottles in the back (he doesn’t want Yuuji accidentally grabbing one by accident — not that it would happen, thanks to your supervision), but he startles away from the fridge when a voice fills the silence of the kitchen.

“Late night?” You tease, giving him that sweet smile of yours that has the stresses from today lifting from his body, easing the weight on his otherwise tense shoulders. 

Fuck. 

Proof that today was a major shitshow is evident in the fact that Choso has forgotten all about you. Staring at your body clad in nothing more than one of those skimpy cropped-cami-and-boyshorts matching sets you always favor, he finds it hard to believe that he could ever forget about you. The refrigerator light bathes you, envelopes you, casts a warm glow on your soft skin and makes it look like you’re an angel radiating some bright aura. A subtle glance at your entire body allows him a glimpse of two, tiny peaks poking through the thin material of your top. You like keeping the house cold. He swallows hard, finding the willpower to focus on your face.

Not like staring at your face is enough to stop his cock from twitching in his work trousers. In fact, he probably gets even harder looking at you, especially when he can tell you’ve probably just finished your very sacred and meticulous nighttime skincare routine, your face glowing. Seeing you all clean and fresh, savoring the domesticity of you washing your face in the same bathroom he brushes his teeth in, salivating over the way you look standing in his kitchen (it could be yours, too, if you would let him give you everything he wants to) wearing nothing but your pajamas — it all makes his hindbrain want to take over. He’s spent the last fourteen hours stuffed in a boardroom or his office, and your simple existence is enough to soothe his soul and send him spiraling, all at the same time.

Choso could really, really use a drink right about now.

“Sorry, I meant to call to tell you—”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smile at him goodnaturedly, like you’re not still in college with much better things to do on a Friday night than wait for him to come home. 

He should be thankful that you’re so sweet to him, but just the idea that you did have plans tonight makes a hot coil of jealousy tighten in his stomach. 

Choso knows that he shouldn’t be feeling this way; he shouldn’t even notice you as much as he does. It starts out with the little things, first, like making sure his assistant gets your favorite snacks restocked during his usual weekly grocery delivery. He asks you about your schoolwork, and then finds himself filing away people he knows in your major’s industry. It’s good to have connections, he tells you, giving you the number to a good business acquaintance of his who’s looking for an intern in the near future. And of course, he’s hyper aware of the fact that you are a very beautiful girl. Unfairly so, with the curve of your lips and the slope of your nose; every time he sees you, he plays a game with himself. Tries to notice something new about you, a beauty mark, a new haircut. If he had the time, he’d probably try to get an exact count of your eyelashes. 

And now, he’s noticing too much of you. The way the fabric of your tiny matching set seems to accentuate every aspect of your body. How he can smell the sweet scent of your body wash and lotion. The way you’re staring at him, so innocently, completely unaware of the lewd thoughts that run rampant in his mind every time you have him cornered like this. 

Some nights, it’s almost too much to bear. 

It’s been a tough day, though. Week. Month. Endless meetings, negotiations that never result in any firm solutions, just more addendums to contracts. He hasn’t seen much of anything besides his office and the boardroom; what’s the point of having an office with a skyline view if he’s too busy staring at spreadsheets and emails to even enjoy it? 

Tonight, Choso realizes, is the night where he snaps. 

He says your name in such a low register, you almost don’t pick up on it. You’re in the middle of telling him a cute story about what Yuuji did during recess with his pre-k class, but you pause.

Maybe it’s all in your head, but it feels like something in the air has shifted. The way your tummy’s butterflies seem to be in overdrive is only proof of this. 

You’re used to the perpetual tension between you and Choso. Filthy rich, successful, always in a nice, tailored suit — looking purely on the outside, who wouldn’t want to get fucked by him? The more time you spend with him, the more time you fill the role of mother over just babysitter for little Yuuji, which gives way to deeper observation of Choso. He works incredibly long hours, but still has time to stay updated on all of Yuuji’s comings and goings, accomplishments and awards. He doesn’t have to; it’s not like he’s obligated. After all, Yuuji is his half-brother, a byproduct of his father’s mistress. He didn’t have to take him in, love him with his entire being, but he does, and this makes you fall for him only more. 

Then, there’s the fact of how he makes you feel. Every time his hands will brush gently against yours, innocently and so quickly, you swear you’re being electrified. The way he says your name, the way he tells you anything, in that low voice of his is enough to get you squeezing your thighs together. But most of all, it’s the way he looks at you. At first, you thought it was because of your crush, but the longer you work for him, the more you realize that Choso will occasionally stare at you when he thinks you won’t notice. 

But how could you not? How could you not detect the feel of his dark eyes scanning your figure, taking in your features? How could you not detect the way his eyes will darken over in lust when he watches you lick sweet cream off your fingers from an explosive can of whipped cream? How could you not catch the barest trace of a smile as he watches you interact with Yuuji at a park, willing to get your hands dirty to appease the toddler while Choso watches over the two of you from his seat on the bench? 

How could you not fall deeper and deeper into his spell when the threads of lust continue to spool, tightening over your body, practically choking you with desire. 

You don’t even realize how big Choso is until he’s standing so close to you, towering over you. So much bigger than you to the point where if you look straight ahead, all you can see is the rise and fall of his chest through his white button down (the one you ironed for him this morning). 

His hands curl into fists, like he’s restraining himself. “Tell me now,” he breathes out, words coming out tight, like speaking to you civilly is proving to be a strenuous task for him. “Tell me that I shouldn’t fuck you tonight. That I can’t.”

Is he joking, or are you dreaming? You’re hyper aware of your breathing now, of the way you reflexively lick your lips, of the way your nipples are pressed taut against the thin, cotton fabric of your cami. You’re also way too aware of him, with the lustful expression in his eyes that give way to something more, as if this request of his means something more. Most men his age and in his powerful position have a wife or a girlfriend by now. As long as you’ve known him, Choso hasn’t been with anybody. 

The stress, the agitation, that annoying, persistent feeling of constantly being pent up — all of it has been building up inside of him. Whoever is going to be on the receiving end of it will be lucky if they’re able to walk the morning after.

“But you can.” You say softly, almost scared that this is some elaborate trick, a means to see if his brother’s babysitter is to be trusted. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

There’s something animalistic in the way he takes you. When he kisses you, it’s hungry. Open-mouthed. Sloppy. It would be invasive if you weren’t so eager to let him, to allow his tongue to hit the roof of your mouth, to swap saliva in the messiest manner possible.

But there’s something gentle there, too. The way his hands cup your face, or travel to rest on your waist. He’s sweet, taking his time to help you slip out of your pajamas, and sweeter still — he lets out an appreciative hum as he takes in the sight of you bare, naked in the kitchen. Fuck a drink, Choso thinks as he takes in your nude body. You’re the only stress relief he needs. 

He whispers the nastiest things to you as he gets you to sit on the kitchen island. He asks you to please spread your legs so he can see that pretty pussy of yours, and when you comply, he takes in a sharp breath before running a single, cold finger against your wet folds. He makes a crude, appreciative comment, asking you are you really this wet, baby? All of this because of me? For me? 

You can’t answer him, of course. Talking is hard when he’s using two fingers to fuck you open, get you ready to take his cock. He’s knuckles deep, and when he curls his fingers right there, the only thing you’re capable of saying is a squeal of his name. Your juices are pooling into a puddle on the counter, the same counter where you served him breakfast so many hours ago. 

He loves watching you. Choso could watch you every second for the rest of his life and still never get his fill of you. He only catches you during particularly chaste moments, moments where you’re humming in the kitchen or playing with Yuuji. He loves those scenes; it feeds the archaic, masculine ego inside of him that tells him he needs to make life easier for you. That you shouldn’t have to worry about school or work, about money or other frivolous things he has an abundance of. He wants to take care of you. 

Seeing the way you lose control of yourself from the work of his own hand has him getting unbearably hard in his work slacks. He loves watching you, and he knows he’s going to love watching you get all depraved and drunk on his cock. 

When Choso first tries to ease just the tip in, you have to curl your fingers over the edge of the counter, trying to steel yourself. With how wet and willing you are, it should be an easy enough task, but it’s made difficult by the fact that he’s just too thick. 

Tip red and angry, leaking with pre, wide — just the sight of Choso’s cock is enough to get you even wetter, more pliant for him, but even the first stretch still has you hissing. 

“S’okay, baby.” He groans, one hand on your waist, trying to steady you, keep you still so he can keep on pushing himself deeper. “You’re doing so good for me.” 

You certainly don’t feel like you’re doing much of anything. It’s hard, when you can’t stop your walls from clamping down on his cock, making it harder for him to move or even think. When he fully enters you, your mind is already too dizzy with pleasure to think straight. You think he says something, but you’re not sure what, and you try to focus on his words, you really do, but then he starts thrusting, and you think it’s powerful enough to tilt the axis of the earth. 

Oh, so this is what sex is supposed to feel like. He redefines everything you thought you knew about it. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, the way the slickness and heat of your pussy seems to keep motivating him to go harder, the way if you look down, you can spot a tiny bulge every time he hits as deep as he can go — all of this combined marks the height of pleasure for you.

“You’re so perfect.” He grunts out, relishing in the way you tighten up at his words. Your eyes are a bit glazed, almost like you’re struggling to focus on what’s in front of you. He doesn’t mind one bit. In fact, there’s pride settling inside his gut as he realizes that he’s the one fucking all the sense out of you. “Let’s do this every night, baby. Do you like the sound of that? Of being my stress relief?” 

He knows that you’re too far gone, too deep in the haze of pleasure, to process his words, to answer him. 

“I wanna fuck you forever, baby. Make you my pretty, little wife and have you waitin’ at home for me. How does that sound?”

He assumes when your pussy tightens up that that’s a yes. 

His hand finds your own, and he interlinks your fingers together. He might be fucking you all messy on the kitchen counter, but he still holds an overwhelming amount of affection for you. Of course he would want to hold your hand. 

He traces your ring finger, feels the familiar sensation of his release building up. So close, he thinks to himself. He’s so close to getting everything he wants.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum right. In. Your. Fucking. Pussy.” Each word is emphasized with a particularly hard thrust, and this — him saying that — is what your sex-addled mind registers. You’re vaguely aware that this could be a bad idea, but you’re too addicted to chasing after your high that you don’t put a stop to it. “Gonna give you a baby.”

“Please.” You moan out, the word coming out ragged and strained. Speaking is difficult, so so difficult. He’s happy to hear your beautiful voice, nonetheless.

“Atta girl. I knew you would understand.” 

As if confirming to him that the two of you are meant to be, you both cum at the same time. You feel weightless and drowsy, too out of it to even process how sloppy and wet the mess in between your legs is right now. If Choso pulls out, his cum and your juices would make the counter even more slippery. 

But Choso doesn’t pull out. His cock stays nestled in your wet heat, and he admires your fucked out form. You look a bit different from the fresh and clean girl who greeted him when he came home, but that’s okay. He loves you for you, every iteration you have to offer. He’ll carry you to the bedroom, where he can fuck you nicely, sweetly. Maybe he’ll try his hardest to not go too hard when he has you in a mating press. And after getting his fill of you, after the stresses of work disappear from his mind completely, then he’ll take you to the bathroom and get you all nice and clean. 

He’ll even be a gentleman, showcase what a great husband he’ll be, by letting you sleep in while he cooks the family breakfast.

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode five :: 99 PROBLEMS.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔comeback: download has started.

fc – wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕none.

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

y/n: not to freak you guys out but i knew all along

my baby lando: FYM YOU KNEW ???

babygirl alex: y/n 😁 i swear to god

honey badger: wait

honey badger: what do you mean you knew

chili!: ????

chal eclair: ^^^^

girlfriend kika: babe

girlfriend kika: i need u to explain before pierre loses his shit bc he’s bubbling rn 🙏🏻🤍

y/n: okay hold on y’all listen

wifey lily: 👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻

y/n: i always had this sneaking suspicion that some bullshit was going but every time i’d ask him about nothing would come of it

y/n: so i was like maybe i’m the problem 😀

y/n: then i found lipstick in our bathroom and i was like yo ??? tf is this and max said it was his sister’s

y/n: so i was like oh calm

y/n: bc victoria would come over sometimes

y/n: then i found out he cheated the first time

princess george: fIRST TIME????

angel carmen: WHAT DO YOU MEAN FIRST TIME

chili!: HE CHEATED MORE THAN ONCE???

chal eclair: hOLD ON YALL IM TRYNA UNDERSTAND

y/n: yes 😭

y/n: caught him on a call with her being all lovey and shit and we got in a fight bc of it

y/n: and i let it slide bc i thought he would learn + he cried his eyes out

alabono: how is HE gonna cry for cheating 😟

honey badger: WAIT

my baby lando: fuck was he crying for ???

chal eclair: he cried ??

babygirl alex: literally what

honey badger: WAIT YALL

honey badger: Y/N YOU LET THAT SLIDE ???

y/n: I USED TO LOVE HIM OKAY.

chili!: i just sighed so hard man

y/n: hold on there’s more

PIERRE GASLYYYY: MORE ??

PIERRE GASLYYYY: y/n…

my baby lando: bae what is this…

chal eclair: what else did he do then damn

y/n: the bitch was in my bed

babygirl alex: WOAHHHHHHHH

angel carmen: now hold on, hOLD ON NOW.

girlfriend kika: i screamed

honey badger: ouuuuu it’s gonna get violent rq

y/n: i found them cuddled up, clearly post fuck, in my bed, listening to my music and guess what

chili!: BRO 😭

chal eclair: WHAT OH MY GOD

my baby lando: ¿¿¿

y/n: HER KID WALKS IN BEHIND ME EATING MYYYYYYY ICE CREAM

y/n: IN MYYYYY HOUSE

princess george: see this is where i personally would’ve swung at everyone

PIERRE GASLYYYY: LISTENING TO YOUR MUSIC???????

wifey lily: NAHHHHHH MAN

angel carmen: i’m not even kidding

angel carmen: i’m deadass speechless

y/n: i need all of u to come to my house immediately

y/n: there’s so much more i need to tell y’all

chili!: Y/N.

chili!: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES MORE.

y/n: ….

chal eclair: answer the question bae 🤍

y/n: well

my baby lando: oh my god

y/n

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[tinyballofcanadianrage]

I do, I want the entire geo-political food picture thing. Any pointers on where I can start? The economics of food is INCREDIBLY FASCINATING

well I would say that your best place to start, to get your groundwork done, is the Australian ABC. They're very good, centerist so there's minimal political bias, and using the search bar you can find articles to help. They're federally funded and usually very reliable, we love the ABC for quality journalism 95% of the time.

Beyond that, I mostly know stuff because I live here, ya know? Looking at who our major food export partners are will probably be good for you to start!

Random fun food fact for you, the ENTIRETY of Australia's white asparagus crop is exported to France, and you cannot find Australian grown white asparagus in stores because of this. I only found this out when my mum told me, and she found out from someone who works in the agriculture department who told her. (She works for the state government.)

Also another thing- our conservative party is called the Liberal Party, they often form a coalition with the national party to be the LNP. The Labor party are our left wing party, but generally both parties are more centerist, there's been worrying trends to the right wing by the Liberals, especially now they've been voted out federally after like 10ish years. If you're american this can be confusing.

Good luck, and I hope this is helpful.

[theharlotofferelden]

Gonna need to put Mary Kirby + other long time staff being fired into perspective because this isn't a recent development. Bioware has been plagued with issues for well over a decade, and it's not just because of EA.

When Gaider decided to move on from Dragon Age in 2014, everyone thought it was just because he wanted to move onto a different project. He ended up leaving the company completely in 2016 after working on Anthem for a bit, and it was later reported that staff on the project had issues with his writing. He didn't mention why he left Bioware until very recently in a long twitter thread detailing that, while Bioware is a company known for its storytelling and characters, upper management went from valuing its writers to quietly resenting them, and feeling as though the writing were "holding the company back."

When they started working with Frostbite they encountered so many technical problems with it because it was specifically designed for FPS games. They were literally designing the tools they needed to work on both Dragon Age Inquisition and Mass Effect Andromeda while they were working on those games. Darrah (or perhaps Laidlaw, I forget which) even acknowledged when he was interviewed by Jason Schreier for Blood, Sweat, and Pixels, that this is a big industry no-no. But Bioware was put in a hard spot to either work with Frostbite or use the Eclipse engine that DAO was designed on (which I'm assuming would've required developing the engine and toolkit further to bring the graphics up to industry standards). So they ended up working with Frostbite which resulted in a fuckton of issues both for Dragon Age Inquisition and Mass Effect Andromeda, because the teams behind both projects had to design their own tools.

With the added stress of the toolkit also came the toxic work environment, departments that were perpetually understaffed, directors leaving and new writers coming in with different visions for the project, time mismanagement where they spent too much time on "high concept" gameplay, not having a clear vision for the game, resentments between studios, inexperience with coordinating video calls across multiple studios, the resultant mandatory crunch, etc. All of this is mentioned in this article about Mass Effect Andromeda's production cycle and this article about Anthem's.

Casey Hudson and Gérard Lehiany left Bioware in 2014 right in the middle of production on Andromeda (Casey rejoined the company as general manager in 2017, but left again in 2020). David Gaider left in 2016 in the middle of production on Anthem, as did Aaryn Flynn who left before the game was shipped in 2019. Mike Laidlaw left in 2017 and left production of Dragon Age Dreadwolf in Mark Darrah's hands, who left in the middle of its production in 2020. Matt Goldman (creative director for Dreadwolf) left the following year. Mac Walters (production director on Dreadwolf) who's been with the company for over 19 years left in January of this year. Are you seeing the pattern here?

I don't doubt that EA has influence over Bioware considering the recent layoffs appear related to the announcement back in March that EA would lay off 6% of its workforce. But it's clear there's something deeper that's going on at Bioware, and it's really not good.

When veteran senior staff are leaving one by one along with other long time staff, and it's been reported that the studio has a toxic work environment with management issues that make crunch necessary, there is something deeply wrong with the company and how things are being run. This is a sinking ship, and in all likelihood everyone is betting on keeping the company afloat with the success of Dragon Age Dreadwolf and/or the next Mass Effects game.

I want to say something more about how broadly the mainstream AAA video games industry is abusive and how incredibly fucked up their practices of layoffs have been normalized, but this is already pretty long. What I will say is that I'm not claiming this means DA4 or the next ME game is going to tank. It sure as fuck doesn't look good for it, but despite my grievances with Dragon Age, I do want the game to be successful and for Bioware to keep doing what they're doing.

And honestly, whether those games do well or not is really besides the point. Something is wrong at Bioware, whether it's the company itself or the fact it's owned by EA, and it can't be solved with mass layoffs. This is a cultural problem within the company itself, and it's very unlikely to be addressed considering how MEA failing seems to have done little to change how things are being run right now.

[astonmartinii]

was wondering if you could do a smau or just a normal fic where oscar or lando are with an f1 academy driver!reader where maybe outside of racing reader is slightly alternative/rockstar gf vibes

hope you have a good day!

i am the rockstar, girlfriend | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x f1academy!reader

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yourusername: you get the best of both worlds

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user1: enough is enough i need to be her

user2: someone get that kitty cat some ear protectors

yourusername: i found cumberland sausage in a bush by an airfield baby has ear drums of literal steel

user3: i wish i was a kitten who gets to go racing and live the rockstar life

racerbia: tell cumberland i love her

yourusername: so what about me ???

racerbia: i guess i love you too

yourusername: that's what i thought

user4: miss ma'am lowkey MADE it tell me why she has olivia rodrigo in her likes

user5: the girlies been using y/n as a pinterest board

oscarpiastri: who's the cutie

yourusername: oh oscar i'm blushing ... 😊

oscarpiastri: i meant cumberland sausage

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user6: i'm sorry but what the fuck is going on in here

user7: i'm just going to sit back and observe

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vogue: this month's cover of british vogue is up and coming f1 academy driver y/n y/ln who doesn't let her day job as a driver stop her from embracing her chosen aesthetic in every other aspect of her life. inside y/n touches upon her struggles as a woman in the industry, inspiring others and her scene-stealing cat, cumberland sausage.

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user8: mama on the cover of vogue ???

user9: okay i don't have a clue what the f1 academy is but i may have to tune in now

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user10: i guess we can't gatekeep her anymore

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user12: so not to make it about a man, but oscar always be in the comments/interacting with posts from/about y/n

user13: rocks for brains

user14: tbf they'd be cute

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oscarpiastri: can't keep me away from the racing, i spent my spare weekend in barcelona with the f1 academy. oh i guess i bumped into y/n (most importantly, cumberland sausage)

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user15: so ... did anyone else know they were friends?

user16: i went dumpster-diving to find out and they're very lowkey but they've known each other a long time but because of racing in different series they've mostly had an online friendship

user15: interesting

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f1academy: OH WOW !! y/n y/ln sets a record this weekend in monza by leading all practices, grabbing pole for all three races, leading all laps and winning all three races - the first ever f1 academy grand chelem

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user18: okay but like what more does she need to do to get to f2?

user19: i was there and lord this is DOMINATION

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yourusername: happy birthday cumberland sausage, my pretty girl, mummy and daddy love you xxx

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user22: MUMMY AND DADDY?

user23: so we're all idiots?

racerbia: i thought you guys agreed on a soft launch?

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racerbia: your mind confuses me so much

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yourusername: and you a dilf?

landonorris: who are you and what have you done with my teammate?

oscarpiastri: are you just annoyed you found out the same time as everyone else?

landonorris: .... no

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oscarpiastri: best weekend, with the best of company

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user25: mama y papa

user26: obsessed with y/n's need to bring her cat with her everywhere, she's just like me

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oscarpiastri: maybe it's because i had a good luck charm in my garage

yourusername: that's cute, but for real you're just TALENTED AS FUCK AND DESERVE EVERYTHING

user27: loving y/n's brand of aggressive positive reinforcement

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oscarpiastri: extra points for letting cumberland sleep on a tyre blanket

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yourusername: living the dream

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user28: that should be me 😭

user29: god i have seen what you have done for others

oscarpiastri: i dream of you often

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oscarpiastri: don't expose me like that

user31: now that's MY f1 IT couple