#Vip membership free

[pixeldinostorytelling]

Hey there! uncharacteristically for me, i just did some maths and found out that if i keep using the Zombies, Run! app without a membership it will take me 59 years to finish the main storyline. I'm pretty sure that number is very very wrong because I'm really bad at maths, but the point stands that it will take me forever. Do you think getting a membership is worth it? I'm not really a fan of memberships im general but I also don't think i have the patience of following this story for literal years. Do you have any advice?

Hello runner 5! (long post sorry)

I got this ask while out on a run actually, and tried to structure my thoughts on this on the cooldown walk home (which wasn't very much of a cool or a down because holy hell the mission I just ran... but I digress.)

The regular membership in my local currency comes to about 23 USD billed annually. I'm going to assume it's slightly different based on your region because it's a little too round to have been converted, but just so you know what I'm looking at here. This is an amount I can confidently afford based on my living situation and spending habits, and it's billed around my birthday each year so it's like a gift to myself!

If I remember correctly, what pushed me over the edge to get the membership was wanting to use the 5k app after using the main app for walks for a while. The weekly unlocks mean I'd have to wait... 20-something weeks? with no use of the main app in order to do the 5k which is not optimal.

But I've kept it since, because running without the app is pretty boring to me, and running is a solid 97% of my exercise. And it's a lot cheaper than a gym membership! Seeing as a few years on I'm still using it consistently, it was a good choice for me. Amazing motivation. I get a little too excited about stories sometimes, but here it works in my favor!

This is of course my situation, but I hope that laying it out will help you see if you're in a similar position or if parts of it resonate with you, or see that it's completely opposite to you, and help you make a decision either way!

If you can afford one "round" of the membership (or ask for it for Christmas, if you celebrate it, or another holiday/birthday) I'd recommend getting it and immediately cancelling, seeing how well you use it for that period, and then decide if it's worth renewing!

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[tinfoil-jones]

Okay, I HAVE to know now: Is there an initiation process for the JFHC, or do you just show up and say you can't stop thinking about him, and the other Fords are like "Welcome to the club, here's your badge, your t-shirt, your gun, and we get catering on Thursdays." XD

The Artist Has Spoken:

"How about both of us pop into existence, and then just give them the certificate, and pop away.

We're like the toothfairy- if someone thinks about Jerk Ford when they fall asleep, they will wake up with the certificate under their pillow."

- @tearosepedall , who is also the figure on the right.

If you apply for a membership, all you have to do to get accepted is have Jerk Ford live in your head rent free say that he wronged you or was rude to you in some way, and they'll automatically believe you even if its ridiculous because he's just Like That.

Like so:

The (Jerk) Ford Hate Club doesn't exactly have the best track record for security or vetting their members considering The Anti-Ford and Jerk Ford regularly disguise themselves as normal Fords and barge in there to mess with them.

I do give out little membership cards to different people for different reasons!

Usually because they picked up something in the lore, made a very astute observation in the comments or asks, or something of the like.

As of now, there are two "VIPs" and two "regulars".

[sebstanaddict]

Sebastian Spirals in Costco

Sebastian Stan x Reader One Shot

Summary: Here it is - yet another chaotic retail adventure featuring the dorky, unhinged mess version of Sebastian XD This time? Costco: the American mega-warehouse where everything is sold in horrifyingly enormous bulk, free samples are a contact sport, and emotional damage comes complimentary with your 48-pack of muffins.

Warning: none, just a hilarious, chaotic but somehow sweet story

Word count: 3k words

Read more Bucky Barnes and Sebastian Stan one shots here. Including previous chaotic retail adventures in IKEA and Walmart XD

Check out my master list here for more Bucky and Sebastian stories.

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Sebastian Spirals in Costco

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Y/n just needed two things.

Paper towels. Coffee.

That was it.

But then Sebastian found out they were going to Costco, and everything changed.

“This is the big leagues,” he whispered as they walked toward the entrance. “The final boss of capitalism. And I - ” he slapped his chest - “have a membership.”

“You’re on my account,” Y/n muttered.

“I’m with greatness.”

He held up the Costco card like it was a VIP backstage pass. “This... is power.”

They reached the door. The greeter glanced at the card for 0.2 seconds and waved them in.

Sebastian blinked. “That’s it?”

Y/n shrugged. “What did you expect?”

“A secret handshake. A whisper. A blood pact. Something.”

Inside, the warehouse sprawled before them like a hangar full of chaos. Forklifts beeped in the distance. Pallets of peanut butter loomed like ancient ruins. A stack of twelve-person tents blocked the view of frozen chicken nuggets.

Sebastian’s eyes widened. “It’s... beautiful.”

“Paper towels,” Y/n said, steering the cart.

But he’d already turned. Already veered.

To the electronics section.

“Sebastian - no.”

“Just one look.”

“NO.”

Too late. He was in front of a 92-inch TV that was brighter than the sun and bigger than their entire living room wall.

He turned to her, mesmerized. “Y/n. I think this TV can see into my soul.”

“You can’t even reach the remote without climbing furniture.”

He moved to the next screen. “This one’s pre-loaded with the entire internet.”

“That’s called having a phone.”

“No. This is different. This is a lifestyle.”

She physically pulled him away before he bonded with a smart fridge that played Spotify and told the weather in three languages.

“I wasn’t done communing,” he muttered.

“We haven’t even gotten to produce.”

He sighed. “Fine. Paper towels. Coffee. Reality.”

But as they walked deeper into the maze, Sebastian looked down at the shiny membership card in his hand...

And smiled like a man who knew he was going to lose all control by aisle three.

And then - he stopped.

Again.

“Sebastian.”

He didn’t respond.

Because he had veered.

Again.

Silence.

And then - music.

Terrible, warbled, slightly possessed music.

🎶 “Take me to the river… drop me in the water…” 🎶

She turned and found Sebastian stood in front of a wall-mounted singing fish plaque, completely mesmerized.

The plastic trout wiggled on its plaque, dead eyes locked on destiny, its mouth opening and closing like it was begging for retirement.

Sebastian pressed the demo button again.

 🎶 “Don’t worry… be happy…” 🎶

He turned slowly to face her, holding the fish like it was a wounded soldier.

“Y/n. His name is Lorenzo.”

“Put. It. Down.”

“He was a display model. He’s never been adopted. Look - it says ‘AS IS’ on the side like he’s broken, but he’s not. He just needs someone to believe in him.”

“Sebastian. That’s a plastic fish mounted on fake wood. The only thing he needs is a trash bin and an exorcism.”

“He’s part of the family now.”

“He sings through his mouth and his trauma.”

“You let me keep Kevin.”

“Kevin doesn’t speak.”

“Lorenzo sings for the voiceless.”

Y/n closed her eyes. Took a deep breath.

“If we bring that thing home, he is your responsibility. I don’t want to hear him flopping at 2 a.m. because you accidentally walked past him with your protein shake.”

“You say that now,” Sebastian said solemnly, “but wait until he serenades us during breakfast.”

“Oh my God.”

He hugged the fish and followed her out of the aisle like a child who’d just adopted a haunted music box with abandonment issues.

Y/n didn’t look back. She couldn’t. If she made eye contact with that fish she might actually burst into flames.

“We’re going to get the things on the list,” she muttered, half to herself.

“We are not stopping. We are not detouring. We are not..”

They turned a corner.

And froze.

There it was.

The first sample table.

White paper cups. Toothpicks. A smiling sample lady with the calm authority of someone who’s seen things.

Sebastian froze. “Y/n.”

“No.”

“Y/n.”

“It’s spinach ravioli. Keep walking.”

He was already moving after placing Lorenzo gently in the cart. “Ma’am,” he said with reverence, “may I experience your pasta journey?”

The woman smiled. “You’re welcome to try.”

He took the cup with the seriousness of a man accepting a sacred artifact. Bit. Chewed. Froze.

“This tastes like forgiveness.”

Y/n sighed. “You’ve had ravioli before.”

“But not sample ravioli.”

Before she could drag him away, he circled back. “I just have one more question... does it come in bulk?”

Three minutes later, he had a full box of frozen ravioli in the cart.

Then came the tiny quiche bites.

Sebastian tried one. Closed his eyes. Whispered, “I’m feeling something.”

The sample lady nodded. “That’s the gruyère.”

He opened his eyes slowly. “You’re a sorceress.”

He came back two more times in different voices. Once British. Once suspiciously Southern.

“Stop that,” Y/n hissed. “She’s going to catch on.”

“She wants me to have more. We’ve bonded.”

“You’re going to get banned from Costco for emotionally manipulating the sample staff.”

He ignored her and chased the smell of something meaty.

“What is that?” he gasped.

The next table had mini meatballs. Sebastian nearly cried.

Y/n watched as he went full circuit. Meatballs. Granola clusters. A cube of something vaguely cheese-adjacent. He took notes on a napkin and whispered, “I call this the Snack Odyssey.”

By the fifth table, he had a rhythm: walk, charm, bite, philosophize.

“I’m a free-range grazer now,” he declared. “This is how I live.”

“You’ve eaten an entire meal in teaspoons.”

He pointed his last toothpick at her. “This is Costco. This is the arena.”

A man in cargo shorts clapped him on the back. “Amen, brother.”

Sebastian saluted him with a cup of microwaved risotto.

Y/n checked her watch. They hadn’t gotten a single item from the list.

And Sebastian had just referred to himself as “The Sample Knight.”

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After what Y/n referred to as “the ravioli incident,” she physically pulled the cart out of Sample Alley and into the bulk food section.

It was a mistake.

Because Sebastian’s eyes landed on a towering pallet of muffins - individually soft, fluffy, and stacked in packs of twelve.

He gasped. “Y/n. That’s 48 muffins for $7.99.”

“That’s also 48 muffins we don’t need.”

He held a pack like it was his newborn child. “These are blueberry legacy muffins.”

“You just made that up.”

“I’m investing in our breakfast future.”

Two trays landed in the cart.

Y/n blinked. “You just bought twenty-four muffins.”

“Technically forty-eight.”

“You’re not allowed to speak for ten minutes.”

But he was already gone again, stopped dead in front of a 3-pack of peanut butter jars, each the size of a newborn watermelon.

He whispered reverently, “That’s 120 ounces of protein-based potential.”

“You don’t even eat peanut butter anymore.”

“I will again. I’ll become a guy who hikes and has reliable snacks.”

“You haven’t been outside willingly in three weeks.”

“That’s who I was. This is who I am.”

It went in the cart.

Then came the maple syrup. One bottle. Four liters.

Y/n looked at the label. “Why does this weigh more than your emotional baggage?”

He picked it up. “We could be syrup people.”

“Sebastian.”

“Syrup heals.”

“You already bought muffins the size of toddler heads.”

He placed the bottle gently back with a soft, heartbreaking “Goodbye, sweet cure.”

He turned dramatically to the cereal aisle, whispering, “Maybe there is another way.”

The cart now contained:

48 muffins

120 ounces of peanut butter

One box of ravioli from the Sample Spiral

Lorenzo the singing fish who fortunately had been quiet ever since he was put in the cart

Sebastian’s entire fantasy of who he wished he was

Y/n looked down at the chaos and sighed. “We haven’t even gotten the paper towels.”

Sebastian leaned against the cart, dreamy-eyed. “We’re living in abundance.”

“We’re living in denial.”

And just as she tried to turn toward the cleaning aisle, he spotted it.

Something massive. Plastic. Slightly shiny.

A kayak.

His whole body shifted. His pupils dilated.

“Y/n.”

She didn’t even turn around. “Don’t you dare.”

There it was.

Right between the propane grills and the seasonal inflatable pool:

A kayak.Bright red. Sleek. Full of possibility.

Sebastian stopped mid-sentence and took a slow step toward it, hand outstretched like it was a holy relic.

“Oh no,” Y/n muttered.

He didn’t blink. “Y/n. This kayak is calling me.”

“It’s a boat, Sebastian.”

“It’s more than a boat. It’s a metaphor.”

“For what? A midlife crisis?”

“For personal growth.”

She crossed her arms. “We live in a third-floor apartment.”

He turned to her slowly, eyes serious. “Then I’ll paddle emotionally.”

“You get winded walking uphill. What exactly are you paddling.”

He climbed halfway into the display kayak anyway, ignoring the cardboard sign that said Display only – please do not climb inside.

Perched awkwardly in the center, he took up an invisible paddle and made vague rowing motions. “This is who I am now. I row. I reflect. I overcome.”

“You’re sitting in a kayak next to a stack of discounted garden hoses.”

He ignored her. “I could go off-grid. Start a kayak lifestyle blog. Review granola. Befriend otters.”

“You’ve never even been near a lake that wasn’t on a movie poster.”

He reached into the cart, ignored her completely and pulled out a muffin, then took a solemn bite.

“I am a man of the water,” he said with his mouth full. “Soft yet unpredictable. Snack-fueled. Deeply lost.”

A Costco employee slowly walked by, stopped, stared, and said nothing.

They had clearly seen worse.

Y/n tugged on his sleeve. “Get out before you become a YouTube ad.”

He sighed and dramatically dismounted, placing one hand on the kayak’s plastic edge. “I’ll come back for you.”

“You’ll do no such thing.”

He saluted it. “We’ll always have aisle 29.”

The kayak said nothing.

But it understood.

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Y/n thought the kayak would be the peak.

She was wrong.

Because then they reached the cold produce room.

It loomed at the back of the warehouse: double glass doors, frost-kissed windows, and a quiet hum that whispered, Come in. Feel something.

Sebastian stared. “It’s a walk-in fridge. For... lettuce?”

“For all of us, really,” Y/n muttered, already reaching for a bag of salad.

He walked in slowly, like a man entering a shrine.

The cold hit him instantly. Sharp. Invigorating. Possibly purifying.

“Oh my God,” he whispered. “I feel... awake.”

“It’s just air conditioning on steroids,” she said through chattering teeth.

He wandered through rows of tightly packed greens, touching things softly like they were sacred scrolls.

“I think the kale just judged me,” he said.

“That’s because you’re in a hoodie surrounded by spinach.”

He reached out to a crate of grapes - massive, dewy, jewel-toned.

“These grapes,” he said dramatically, “look like they came from a vineyard that only accepts poetry as payment.”

“They came from Fresno.”

He picked up the bag and stared into it. “Do you think I deserve them?”

“I think you need therapy.”

The mist machine hissed softly nearby. He turned to it like it was an oracle.

“What if,” he said, stepping forward slowly, “we all need to be refrigerated sometimes? To slow down. To preserve what’s still good in us.”

“You’re talking to the fog.”

“It’s listening.”

Y/n shoved two bags of baby carrots into the cart and turned to him. “We have been in this fridge for seven minutes. I can’t feel my spine.”

“I can. It’s humming.”

“Out. Now.”

He clutched the grapes dramatically. “Then I’m taking these. For balance. And for art.”

“Fine.”

He walked out of the cold room like a monk exiting a sacred chamber, clutching his produce like it contained answers.

Back in the main aisle, he blinked at the warmth. “I was reborn.”

“You were refrigerated.”

“Same thing.”

“Okay, can we just stick to the list now?” she asked, already reaching for her phone like a lifeline.

“Mmm,” Sebastian mumbled. “Totally. Sticking to it. Focused.”

He nodded with the seriousness of a man who was about to do the exact opposite.

Y/n turned toward the bulk granola.

Sebastian?

He stopped walking.

Something… had caught his eye.

There, nestled between a tower of laundry hampers and discount bedding, was a giant avocado-shaped pillow with tiny felt legs and a neutral, vaguely concerned facial expression.

It had no business being that soft. Or that judgey.

Sebastian stared at it.

It stared back.

A connection was made.

He picked it up reverently.

“Y/n.”

“No.”

“His name is Eduardo. He’s a healthy fat, but emotionally squishy.”

“Absolutely not.”

“He was left behind. Look - his sticker is peeling. He’s not like the other avocados.”

“Because the other avocados are edible.”

“He’s not food. He’s a lifestyle.”

She turned to see him already tucking Eduardo under one arm like a therapy purse.

“Sebastian. You have six emotional support items at home. Brenda is literally scented trauma. Clark takes up a third of the bed. And you just adopted Lorenzo. You do not need a plush avocado with abandonment issues.”

“But I do. He’s gluten-free and grieving.”

Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose.

“What do you even talk about with these things?”

“Mostly brunch-related identity crises and scented candle politics.”

“Oh my God.”

He set Eduardo in the cart. Gently. Like royalty arriving at a gala. Right beside Lorenzo, who flopped slightly under the jostle and let out a low, staticy “Don’t worry…”.

Sebastian smiled fondly.

“Eduardo, this is Lorenzo. He sings when startled and has mild abandonment trauma. You two are going to get along great. Kevin will welcome you. Gary’s emotionally soft with a sparkle core. Fernanda’s chill if you don’t talk during her affirmations. But don’t sit too close to Bruce - he’s still in his bitey phase.”

Y/n just stared at the cart - now half-filled with what looked like the cast of a low-budget animated movie about emotional healing.

She opened her phone and started typing.

“I’m texting my therapist. Again. She said if you name one more object, she’s upping my sessions to twice a week and charging hazard pay.”

Sebastian tilted his head, completely unbothered.

“Tell her Brenda recommends lavender oil and forgiving your partner’s adorable coping mechanisms.”

He gave the cart a gentle push.

“Let’s go. These children aren’t going to emotionally check themselves out.”

Y/n groaned. Loudly.

“They’re plushies and one sentient fish, Sebastian.”

“Family, Y/n. They’re family.”

And with that, they rolled toward the checkout like an unhinged, glitter-dusted parade float of plush trauma and deeply selective priorities.

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The cart was… impossible.

Teetering.

Emotionally confused.

An unholy alliance of necessity, impulse, and sheer emotional baggage.

Loaded with:

48 muffins (a reckless decision, even by muffin standards)

120 ounces of peanut butter

A family-size bag of mixed greens they both knew would die in the fridge unopened

One bag of mystical grapes “chosen by fate”

A full box of frozen ravioli (sample-induced, instant regret pending)

Two rotisserie chickens “for diplomacy and leftovers”

A discounted hoodie Sebastian found and immediately declared “part of his brand now”

A laminated Costco coupon he tried to use “as a spiritual gesture”

Eduardo the avocado plushie, tucked in like royalty atop a crate of sparkling water

Lorenzo the cursed singing fish, wedged sideways in the child seat, staring blankly at the ceiling as if questioning all of his life choices up to this moment

They approached checkout.

Sebastian paused.

Hands on the cart handle.

Took a breath. Deep. Reflective.

The kind of breath you take before war, or brunch with your ex.

“Okay,” he said softly. “Let’s ring up our mistakes.”

Eduardo wobbled.

Lorenzo buzzed faintly.

Y/n whispered a prayer to the gods of financial restraint.

“Do you think they’re judging us?”

Y/n blinked. “It’s Costco. The person ahead of us is buying 300 Ziploc bags and a kayak.”

“Okay but... emotionally? Am I still a minimalist?”

“Emotionally, you’re a disaster.”

The cashier smiled. “Membership number?”

Sebastian held up the card like it was a family heirloom. “We’re ready.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The scanner sang its soft, unforgiving song as item after item passed through.

Y/n watched the total climb.

$89. $146. $211.

Sebastian flinched. “Okay, that’s... okay.”

$247. $268. $297.64.

He winced. “That’s not okay.”

“Do you want to put something back?” the cashier asked kindly.

He looked down into the cart.

At the muffins. The grapes. The chickens. The oversized peanut butter that could crush a small child. And of course at the two inanimate objects with abandonment issues which he just adopted.

He thought deeply.

And said, “No. These are my consequences. I accept them.”

Y/n handed over her card with dead eyes.

The receipt printed. And printed. And printed.

It was at least a meter long. Possibly a scroll. Possibly a map to Narnia.

Sebastian took it gently, eyes wide. “This is... my biography.”

Y/n shoved it in a reusable tote. “Let’s go before you cry on the hot dog counter.”

They passed the receipt checker. The worker glanced at the cart, at Sebastian’s slightly broken expression, and silently drew a smiley face on the back of the receipt.

“Godspeed,” the man whispered.

Outside, in the parking lot, Y/n packed the trunk in practiced silence.

Sebastian climbed into the passenger seat, still holding the grapes.

“I’ve never felt so full and yet so empty.”

“You’ll feel better after muffin number four.”

He nodded. “I think I understand adulthood now.”

She started the engine.

He looked at her and said, softly, “We forgot the coffee and paper towels.”

She didn’t even blink.

They drove away in silence, the trunk rattling softly with the sound of bulk regret.

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That night, the apartment looked like a preschool classroom that had emotionally imploded.

Crumbs. Grapes. Muffins in places no muffins should be.

Brenda the candle flickered solemnly from the windowsill, casting mulberry-scented judgment across a scene that included:

Clark the giant teddy bear wearing a tie

Gary the taco pillow seated on a fancy plate

Kevin the banana in a baby sling made out of a kitchen towel

Bruce the shark plush curled on a throw blanket like an emotional landmine

Fernanda the fake plant… sipping tea from an actual teacup

Lorenzo the singing fish mounted on the wall like a haunted camp counselor

And Eduardo the avocado plush nestled in a salad bowl, wrapped in a decorative scarf like a very soft revolutionary

Sebastian sat cross-legged in the center of it all, pouring imaginary tea with full ceremony.

Y/n stood at the doorway, arms crossed.

“I leave you alone for twenty minutes…”

“It was time, Y/n,” Sebastian said with deep seriousness. “The family needed formal introductions and a healing space. Brenda opened with an affirmation.”

“She’s a candle.”

“She has a voice, if you listen with your heart.”

Eduardo wobbled a little. Kevin slid off the couch dramatically. Bruce growled.

Sebastian turned back to the plush circle.

“Eduardo, meet your new siblings. Bruce bites but means well. Clark’s in charge of HR. Lorenzo will be singing during dessert.”

On cue, Lorenzo buzzed ominously from the wall.

🎶 “Take me… to the riv—”

Sebastian stood up then slapped the button.

“No encore.”

He then went back to the middle of the circle, sat down and patted the floor beside him. “Come on Y/n. Sit. You’re late to family tea.”

Y/n sighed. Loudly. Dramatically. But sat anyway.

He passed her an espresso cup filled with nothing. Fernanda nodded in silent approval.

“Eduardo says you smell like safety,” Sebastian whispered.

“Eduardo has excellent taste.”

A pause. Then softer:

“Hey,” he said, glancing at her. “Thanks for not… running. I know I can be kind of a lot. Like… Costco-inflatable-snowman-at-Halloween kind of a lot.”

Y/n smirked. “Oh yeah. Full spectacle.”

“I just - sometimes I still feel kind of… lonely, you know? I was an only child. And when the house gets too quiet I just… build plushie cults, apparently.”

Her heart tugged. Hard.

She reached out, took his hand, and squeezed it.

“You’re not alone. Okay? You’ve got Kevin, Gary, a fish that won’t die, and a girlfriend who will always, always be there for you.”

His throat bobbed. He stared at her like she’d just handed him a life raft made of muffins.

And then he surged forward and wrapped her up in the tightest, warmest, fluffiest hug imaginable - smelling faintly of peanut butter, rotisserie chicken, and safety.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Then whispered, voice hoarse and full of everything:

“I love you.”

She smiled, heart full.

“I love you too.”

Lorenzo buzzed.

Eduardo sighed.

Brenda flickered smugly.

And somewhere between the fake tea, plush chaos, and real affection - everything felt exactly right.

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THE END. (Until the next abandoned inanimate object calls his name)

[girlactionfigure]

THURSDAY HERO: Helmut Kleinicke

Helmut Kleinicke was a German engineer who supervised construction projects at Auschwitz while saving Jews from the gas chambers.

Born in 1907, Helmut grew up in the forest of Lower Saxony – literally. His parents were forest rangers. Helmut studied civil engineering and joined the Nazi party in 1933. In 1941, right after getting married, Helmut was hired to join the team planning the construction of Auschwitz concentration camp. He moved to Chrzanow, Poland to work on the project.

In Chrzanow, Helmut was ordered to select local Jews who were young and healthy to work on the construction site. He treated them well and didn’t allow the SS to harass them. One survivor remembered, “Those of us who worked for Kleinicke were like VIPs. We had a certificate that we worked for him, and that was our insurance policy.”

When he heard about plans to round up local Jews, Helmut located every person on the list and warned them they were about to be arrested. Then he transported many of them to the border and helped them escape. Others he hid in his attic and basement. Helmut didn’t keep track of the Jews he saved, but it’s estimated there were hundreds.

By late 1943, the higher-ups at Auschwitz noticed that Jews who interacted with Helmut kept disappearing. He was removed from his job and drafted to an artillery unit, then sent to the front lines. When Germany surrendered in 1945, Helmut was arrested by the British because of his membership in the Nazi party. While he was in prison, Jews he had saved submitted affidavits testifying that he had rescued them “without regard to his person” and that many Jews owed their lives to Helmut Kleinicke. He was exonerated in 1949. For the rest of his life, he did not talk about his wartime activities. He told his daughter only that he’d saved some Jews, but wished he’d saved more. He never considered himself a hero. In 1979, the American miniseries “Holocaust” aired on German TV. Helmut watched it and was deeply shaken. Three days after that he had a stroke from which he never recovered. He died a few months later.

Helmut’s heroism was unknown until recently. In a 2015 documentary, Josef Konigsberg, an Auschwitz survivor, testified that Helmut Kleinicke saved his life by pulling him out of a line of people being deported. This interview, and corroborating evidence that Helmut had saved many Jewish lives, led to Helmut Kleinicke being honored posthumously as Righteous Among the Nations by Israeli Holocaust Memorial Yad Vashem. The ceremony was held at the Israeli Embassy in Berlin, and was attended by Helmut’s daughter Juta Scheffzek. Also in attendance was Josef Konigsberg, who told his story of being rescued by Helmut. “I owe him my life,” said Josef, describing how Helmut rescued him from a transport line to Auschwitz: “My mother came and begged him to rescue me. Kleinicke grabbed me and said that I was his best worker.” Josef’s mother and sister were not so lucky and both died in the gas chamber. Crying as he addressed Juta, Josef said, “This is one of the most beautiful days of my life. Thank you, thank you.”

Juta was deeply touched. “It verified what my father said to me in very few words – and I never knew if he had been telling the truth.” She told the Times of Israel after the ceremony, “It was a very long and emotional search to discover the truth about my father, and I hope that people in America, the UK and Israel will hear about it.”

Israeli Ambassador to Germany Jeremy Issacharoff, who hosted the event honoring Helmut, commented, “When you’re in the context of Germany, you’re never free of the historical dimension of the Holocaust, and it’s a very heavy burden to bear for the Germans, and also obviously for the Jewish people, and it’s always there. And I think it’s really important that this type of ceremony also recognizes that there were a few really important people who did the right thing. And that, to me, is the main message that should come out of this.”

For saving Jews while his peers were killing them, we honor Helmut Kleinicke as this week’s Thursday Hero.

[folkbreeze]

CLIMBING SQUAD: JOIN TODAY, CLIMB TOMORROW!

simself and a vip climber of the KomoGym (KG) are looking for members to join their climbing squad to go on a mountain excursion the 10th of summer- join now, and get a free KG membership!

if you want to send a sim, read under the cut (please)

Last time i asked for people to make sims it didn't go that well (it didn't go at all), but this time i feel like if no one sends any i could just... move on and keep going, so here we go.

warning: i play this save really slowly and just from time to time so it might take a while to get to the mountain (basically i could play this in june next time)

For sims:

cc is fine (keep in mind I'll be using my defaults + only bg traits + keep it maxis match)

young adults / adults

feel free to tell me about the sim (or not)

simself has been training already, so tell me what level of climbing your sim has!

I intend to take this squad to the mountain excursion and see what happens, after that, the game will decide i guess

[eat-tea]

How to buy Chinese Audio Dramas and Translate Subtitles

Payment method

The easiest payment method is by connecting Alipay as the exchange rate will be based on the bank you use. Apple users can use Apple Pay. Google users can use Google Pay. However, some people said their exchange rate there were high.

Common platform:

Maoer, Manbo, Ximalaya.

You MUST have the APP to login and use the full features.

Update: 15 Mar 2025

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Maoer FM

1. System

Maoer only uses buy out system. You have to buy the whole season to listen. There are a few free AD but they are mostly for practice and not completed.

You can win an entire season of AD by entering a giveaway in the search section. You will enter a live broadcast and participate by following the host and clicking the join button.

2. Currency

Currency used to buy dramas: diamonds.

10 diamond = 1 RMB.

Common price for 1 season: 200-250 diamonds (>20 RMB).

You can get 1-10 free diamonds everyday from:

Watching 15 minutes of live streaming (you can also do this while waiting for the giveaway result).

Advice: LS Lurkers might be blocked. Either send the cheapest gift (1💎) next to the chat box, send messages, or go to different streamer each time.

Logging in to Baidu maps through Maoer

3. Dried Fish

You get dried fish when you log in everyday. You can give it to AD episodes or songs to increase its popularity.

4. Translation

Open Maoer website on a browser with web translation tool (e.g. Edge, Chrome).

Activate the translation tool.

Login.

Open the audio drama and play it (the play button s at the bottom).

Check if the change of subtitles is translated correctly according to the dialogs.

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Manbo FM

1. System

Manbo has buy out (per season) and VIP membership system. There are also some free ADs.

Audiobooks can be bought per episode.

2. Currency

Currency used: red beans.

100 red beans = 1 RMB.

Common price for 1 season: 2000-3000 red beans (>20 RMB)

You can get 10 red beans every day from entering the top live broadcast and snatching red envelopes.

3. VIP membership

The VIP dramas can only be watched by buying VIP.

VIP membership plans:

Monthly with 1st month discount (15 RMB/month).

3 monthly (39 RMB).

3 months not continuous (49 RMB).

1 year not continuous (168 RMB).

1 month not continuous (18 RMB).

VIP benefit:

Obtain stars, double claws, and 50 red beans after logging in everyday.

Every month you also get 1 VIP ticket.

VIP ticket:

When you have VIP, you can also use tickets to buy VIP dramas so that you can listen to it when your VIP ends.

Common price: 4 VIP tickets/season

1 ticket = 100 claws.

You get 1 claw every day when you log in without VIP.

You can also get 1-30 (usually 1) free claws by obtaining EXP until the second achievement in the 快速升级 tab is achieved.

You can get EXP by watching ADs, Live Streams, or Short Videos.

Advice: LS Lurkers might be blocked. Either send the cheapest gift (10🫘) next to the chat box, send messages, or go to different streamer each time.

4. Translation

Open Manbo website on a browser with web translation tool (e.g. Edge, Chrome). You can also easily do this by sharing the link from the app to yourself.

Activate the translation tool.

Login using the QR code.

Open the audio drama and play it.

Check if the change of subtitles is translated correctly according to the dialogs.

More info:

[folkdevilfables]

I don't know if anyone has done this before, but I want to look at some data, so your help would be appreciated!

Seeing as Solmare all but abandoned the OG Obey Me! game, only to occasionally take it off the shelf, dust it off a little and immediately put it back, I really question if that approach is lucrative for them.

With the birthday events, nightmare revivals, new lessons and much more gone, I personally wouldn't see a reason to pay for VIP membership (if I ever was to pay for anything extra in a free game which I don't) in the OG. Added to that, not only would it get me to drop the game alltogether, but also probably never start playing Nightbringer or drop NB as well.

With the OG possibly having a bigger active userbase (I assume) than Nightbringer (and NB having the more active user base overall), they're just getting potential customers to quit it all. At least I have seen several people on this site never having heard of NB even months after it was released

So, my question is: Which Obey Me! Game(s) do you actively play?

Actively playing referring to 'you still have it on your phone and check in at least once a year, preferably more often' (Yes, that's very loosey-goosey, I know. Humor me, damnit XD)

Reblogs to help are very much appreciated :3

more polls with more specific questions might follow in the future?

[awesomefringey]

Here is a receipt from summer 2021

"I was spending my summer holidays with a few cousins at one of their family bungalows in Ireland. And the outskirts of this county I was in, is known for alot of celebs having their holiday homes.

Two of my cousins are golf enthusiasts and they have a membership in the nearby golf center. Its one of those boujee clubs that has golf but also other amenities. Almost like a leisure club yk. If you are a member, you get free food, drinks, you can use the gym, they even have a spa. Truly heavenly. They give 3 type of memberships: silver, gold and platinum. The names are self explanatory. My brothers had the gold one.

They offered me to join them for my last week there. And i have no interest in golf whatsoever so i just chilled and roamed around while they were golfing. My first two days there went without a hitch. Such a great aura. I enjoyed myself. But the next day, they had closed a section of the golf course where my brothers usually liked to golf. And they were a bit upset about it. They talked to the manager and they were told that a vip member(with platinum membership) was there who specifically asked to close that section for an hour and a half. They then gave my brothers a spot nearby as to not upset them further. I was in the viewers section above just watching my brothers golf, when I glanced towards the closed off area. I was shocked for a sec because I was sure that it was Harry but I was like there is no chance he is here. As the time went on, in the next 10 mins I was sure it was harry. Then this caddie I had become friends with came to the bleacher and I asked him about H and he told me that harry had a booking for for 3 days this week. Has been coming here with some of his friends. I was so star struck but like it also made me so happy and giddy. I observed him for a while and this caddie then told me in all the golf terminology that he was quite a decent golfer.

We returned back the next day, they weren't there. We went there the day after, and harry started golfing when my brothers were almost finishing but that day harry and louis were both on the golf course with 2 other guys who I assume were the same guys louis was chilling with. Louis was looking at Harry golfing. And oh god, it looked so domestic even from afar. At one point louis said something and they all laughed. Harry too laughed with his head thrown back. I watched them for 10-15 mins and I saw harry glance up at Louis like 5 times in that time span. They maybe just hanging out as friends tbh. But just seeing them together made me so happy.

Sorry for such a long receipt, I go too much into details haha. I am submitting this to you and to a few tumblr accs today cause I feel like our fandom needs it right now and its been a while since this happened. Good day!"

Got this in my twitter submissions. Idk how true it is but like thats the case with all the receipts. Hope you're having a good one!

Aww thank you for sharing it with us, Aster. ❤️

Always take these anons with a huge grain of salt, but the image of Harry throwing his head back laughing at Louis made me smile, so I’m not mad.

Edit: Just noticed how they turned from cousins to brothers. 🤦🏼‍♀️

[nords-sims]

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Do not stop talking about Palestine 🇵🇸 From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: The (J)FHC Members

Response to: This.

It's been revealed before that there are IRL and AU members of The (J)FHC (The (Jerk) Ford Hate Club), the AU character members are listed in Jerk Ford's profile list of enemies with an ˣ.

Criteria for joining The Ford Hate Club? Jerk Ford either lives in your head rent free, and/or he's wronged you in some way (this is for AU characters).

But here's a list of knowns; there is currently one president, two V.I.P's, and six regulars.

PRESIDENT

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face

Why: Jerk Ford stitched a mustache onto his face because marker doesn't adhere to felt very well, and as a warning to others that he's clearly evil. And then cursed him to have his name perpetually auto-corrected to 'Dr. Bitch'. (You can see he had to correct his name with whiteout)

V.I.P's

@blinday / @stwinsgstdrop

Why: Made a very astute insight early on that no one else knows about yet. First member, not just first VIP.

@i-am-harmless

Why: Broke 'lurker' status just to reblog all of the posts from the JFAU

REGULAR MEMBER

@triptychcryptid

Why: Made a considerable amount of JFAU Fanart and Posts.

Note, triptychcryptid has a Gravity Falls AU, "Demons Disciple AU", but no one from the AU is an actual member of The Ford Hate Club.

Stan-H512'12, who was the one portaled in this AU, does know Jerk Ford. And hates him, because he sucks. But he hates Fords as a concept more, and would never officially join any club or organization run by them.

He does sneak in for the free catering on Thursdays in his laundry day outfit, however.

The Bounty Hunter Twins of the In a World So Cold AU: Stan-83;9F & Ford-83;9F by @nowimjustastranger

Why: They attempted to take Jerk Ford's bounty once, only for him to trap them in a cage dangling over a vat of what appeared to be acid. The only reason Jerk Ford did not drop them in is because they're under Watchdog Ford's protection.

Despite being the only one of the two who applied for a membership, and being the mouth of the duo, BH Stan is still treated as an extension of his Ford (so they added whiteout and put Stans designation on it last-minute like an after thought) because the Ford Hate Club is run by Fords who always view Ford as the 'main' and Stan as the 'sidekick'.

This pair is an interesting, rare example where the Stan hates Jerk Ford more than the Ford does.

Lee-\'64 "The Drifter" and Ford-46’/ "Dr. Pines of the Institute of Oddology" of the Everything Everywhere All At Once AU by @maridrawss

Why:

The Drifter: He was rushing to catch a space elevator once; Jerk Ford was already inside and pushed the 'close' button when he saw him rushing. Then looked him straight in the eye - because it was a glass elevator - and flipped him off when the door closed on Lee before he could enter, and it went up without him.

He's mostly there for the gossip and free catering on Thursdays.

Dr. Pines: Cyberbullying.

Ford-121713 aka "Loser Ford" of the Loser Ford AU by @rayyanishere1

Why: Loser Ford was lost in a cave system, Jerk Ford picked up his distress beacon, and instead of leading him out the normal way, he decided to be a menace, and scare him out.

Jerk Ford pretended to be Slenderman by dressing up in a suit and leaving a bunch of vaguely threatening, ominous notes around the cave telling Loser Ford to drink water.

[folkbreeze]

if you buy the vip membership, you get 9 free sessions! Take my money, KomoGym!! Wait...

[another-lost-mc]

Hi jes! What are the more specific things your demon ocs have done in order to get where there are now?

cue dubious morality background montage

KARASU — Before he had the Devildom's fledgling technology sector to dedicate his free time to, he was something of a freelance advisor to various demons in the nobility. He didn't have the prestige of his career or Diavolo's favour to protect him from demons that thought he was a pushover because of his smaller stature and meek appearance. He was very capable of protecting himself, often sorting to violent means to do so. His breakthroughs developing the realm's mobile and AI technologies, and his eventual friendship with Mammon, helped give him direction and purpose.

AZRA & ZEE — Their history goes way back to when Azra first fell. Belial played a significant role in getting Azra kicked out of the Celestial Realm and located him on the outskirts of the Devildom after it happened. Once he recovered, Azra stayed with Belial while he got acclimated to life as a demon and started working for him; his unique skillset made him an excellent mercenary. That included a lot of wet work in particular. Zee was part of a legion controlled by one of Belial's business rivals, working mostly in defense and subterfuge, and when given the choice to help Azra in his latest assignment, he chose to help him and switch his allegiance to the more powerful demon lord. In return, Belial rewarded them with the start-up funds needed to get their pet project - what would later be The Fall - up and running. Azra and Belial are presently good friends, with Belial being a long-standing member of The Fall's VIP membership. In turn, Belial offers Azra (and by extension, Zee) his continued support and protection.

BELIAL — He fell a long time ago, back when the Devildom was a very different place. Much more violent and chaotic and not at all friendly to outsiders. Belial was a Cherub and his combat skills made it possibly for him to survive initially, and then he started making ambitious plans for his own ascension into the demon nobility and become an invaluable asset to the Devildom by revolutionizing the industrial sectors. If the rumors were believed, he was wild and unpredictable and a lot of demons assumed the fall cursed him with some type of insanity. He's credited with personally instigating at least one war with the Celestial Realm and a handful of unrelated skirmishes, and no, he didn't feel the least bit sorry for it. His ruthlessness paid off and he still maintains the empire he forged with blood long ago.

TENEBRIS — His history is riddled with questionable choices fueled by his own sense of inferiority, trying desperately to win his father's approval and prove his worth. He bypassed (ignored) a lot of restrictions in order to acquire an obscene amount of human souls to empower his magical strength and to fuel his experiments. He bound himself to a cursed object, nearly killing himself in the process, for the promise of more wisdom and power. His volatile history with Solomon is another proof of his failure; he is still not convinced that Solomon isn't a threat to the well-being of the Devildom and doesn't trust him. A misunderstanding led to the untimely exorcism of his friend Bathin, who has since been reborn, but the guilt of his involvement broke through his stubborn pride. He has since lived in solitude, trying desperately to find ways to atone for his mistakes, while safe-guarding Diavolo and the Devildom from afar.

FLEURETY — His backstory is simple yet gruesome. One of the royal advisors for the Devildom's scientific sector, his focus in the past was on medical experimentation and research. Although he's loyal to Diavolo and the Seven Brothers, particularly Beelzebub who shares his sin, in the past he criticized Diavolo's laws prohibiting sale or trade of humans or their components (aka body parts) for scientific purposes. In modern times, he's mostly made peace with Diavolo's vision even if it puts a damper on his personal curiosities. He is now a professor at RAD and head of the school's science department.

[jaytemps]

Aidan's Patreon T3 Membership

This review aims to inform the benefits and drawbacks I encountered during my membership to help you guys decide on whether to buy this membership or not. And just to be clear, this isn't meant to be a hate speech.

According to the membership description, T3 offers exclusive benefits such as VIP after-party, early access to vlogs, live stream access, and a discord server for socializing. Additionally, Aidan planned VIP meetings and special access during his tour, all for 20$ per month.

T3 discord chat

Positive Experiences: People on the Discord server were incredibly welcoming. Everyone was friendly and supportive, and I enjoyed my interactions with them. I also joined one of T3's projects during Earth Day.

Drawbacks: I had to share personal details such as my age, country, and Instagram and use a photo of myself as a PFP. The intention behind this rule is understandable, but I felt uncomfortable sharing my info in a big group chat.

Timing Issues & Team being unresponsive

After party starts at noon PST, and the livestream begins at 1 pm PST, which is okay for people in that time zone, but for me, it was 3 am. In my defense, there were no timing details in the membership description, so I had no idea except to buy and find out. Despite trying to make it work, the activities affected my sleeping schedule. (After party is when Aidan supposedly joins the Discord to chat with fans.)

I requested a refund due to the time zone issue but have not received a response from Aidan or a mod for days. I understand that they are busy, but waiting that long for a response, especially something money-related, wasn't ideal either. Despite contacting multiple people, including Patreon support, my refund request was declined. (It kind of bothered me that Aidan didn't respond to my message on Patreon, but then I saw someone thanking him for his replies, like come on...)

His upcoming tour

There are currently no confirmed cities or countries for Aidan's tour, and I noticed the fandom getting smaller. This raises concerns about whether he can afford the necessary expenses for a tour and find enough fans to attend, raising concerns about the VIP tour benefits promised in the membership description.

Conclusion

Overall, there were things I liked about the membership but also things that made me think it might not be worth it, resulting in canceling my membership. There are other reasons I don't think it's worth buying, but I'm worried I might cause unnecessary drama if I keep going.

If you have a different perspective on my review, I welcome your feedback. Please feel free to share your thoughts and provide reasons for your viewpoint :)

[chrlotpony]

Littlest Pet Shop 2012 party at my place!!

RULES:

Zoe Fans: FREE + VIP MEMBERSHIP

"Secret Cupet" enjoyers: Shot on sight

Russell fans: 20$ entree fee

Blythe fans: FREE + VIP MEMBERSHIP

Pennyling fans: 5$ entree fee

Sunil fans: has to pay for the drinks

Ms Twombly fans: FREE + VIP MEMBERSHIP