#and emailing other public leaders

[thatbadadvice]

Help! I'm a Perfect Genius, but This Potential Employer Asked Me a Boring Interview Question!

Ask A Manager, 13 Feb 2024:

I was rejected from a role for not answering an interview question. I had all the skills they asked for, and the recruiter and hiring manager loved me. I had a final round of interviews — a peer on the hiring team, a peer from another team that I would work closely with, the director of both teams (so my would-be grandboss, which I thought was weird), and then finally a technical test with the hiring manager I had already spoken to. (I don’t know if it matters but I’m male and everyone I interviewed with was female.) The interviews went great, except the grandboss. I asked why she was interviewing me since it was a technical position and she was clearly some kind of middle manager. She told me she had a technical background (although she had been in management 10 years so it’s not like her experience was even relevant), but that she was interviewing for things like communication, ability to prioritize, and soft skills. I still thought it was weird to interview with my boss’s boss. She asked pretty standard (and boring) questions, which I aced. But then she asked me to tell her about the biggest mistake I’ve made in my career and how I handled it. I told her I’m a professional and I don’t make mistakes, and she argued with me! She said everyone makes mistakes, but what matters is how you handle them and prevent the same mistake from happening in the future. I told her maybe she made mistakes as a developer but since I actually went to school for it, I didn’t have that problem. She seemed fine with it and we moved on with the interview. A couple days later, the recruiter emailed me to say they had decided to go with someone else. I asked for feedback on why I wasn’t chosen and she said there were other candidates who were stronger. I wrote back and asked if the grandboss had been the reason I didn’t get the job, and she just told me again that the hiring panel made the decision to hire someone else. I looked the grandboss up on LinkedIn after the rejection and she was a developer at two industry leaders and then an executive at a third. She was also connected to a number of well-known C-level people in our city and industry. I’m thinking of mailing her on LinkedIn to explain why her question was wrong and asking if she’ll consider me for future positions at her company but my wife says it’s a bad idea. What do you think about me mailing her to try to explain?

Sir,

You have been wronged in the most grievous of ways by a coven of retaliatory, self-aggrandizing women who have failed in the extreme to recognize your brilliance, your talent, and above all, your general superiority.

Of course you should mail this mediocre "grandboss" on LinkedIn to inform her of the deep offense she caused you by interviewing you in the first place, let alone doing so using a boring question — indeed, you have a moral and professional obligation to do so in order to preserve your honor and the honor of scores of men like you who have never done a single solitary thing wrong in their lives, ever.

But I beg you to consider doing more. A single, private message to one incompetent bitch may not convey to the necessary parties the depth and breadth of the situation. Many, many people have important lessons to learn from your experience, and I encourage you to share it widely. Consider making a public LinkedIn post, and ensure that it is shareable across platforms. Depending on your financial resources, a billboard with your name, professional headshot, and contact information could go a long way toward ensuring that everyone in your industry who needs to know just how you handled the way these women treated you, does know about it. I hope that in your continuing job search, you are able to connect with potential employers who have a much better grasp of all you bring to the table.

[myimaginedcorner]

SCALES OF JUSTICE - GAME AVAILABLE ON HG AND STEAM!!

Hello my dear readers,

WE DID IT! I wrote a book. A full book! It's now available on the Hosted Games app, with 600k words waiting to entertain you on a morning, afternoon, evening, or night when you decide to submerge yourself into a world of fantasy and adventure!

You also can play the game on Steam! Here's the link -> https://store.steampowered.com/app/3089710/Scales_of_Justice/

I am so, so grateful to everyone who has been here for me during these past 3 years. What began as a shy attempt at dreaming has grown into a marvelous project that taught me so much, brought me so many new experiences and skills, and is going to end with my first publication as an author. I cannot be more grateful and excited. I hope this is only the beginning of an amazing journey.

Rather, I know this is one. This is not the end!

DESCRIPTION:

Journey into the magical world of Therania, a place where heroism and villainy are paths of Fate that can be foreseen in one’s destiny. Join forces with four eccentric individuals with puzzling goals and fight, plan, persuade or run, as you attempt to get a grip on your own legacy!

Scales of Justice is a 600,000-word interactive novel, the first volume in a planned series by Julia Owl. It's entirely text-based–without graphics or sound effects–and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

Rumours circulate the streets of Capital. Rumours of an artefact, as dangerous and powerful as one can only fear. Some claim it’s capable of twisting one’s true nature, shaping it much to the owner’s whim; others say that it can identify a soul’s essence, putting the Ritual of Fate in a tight spot for the first time in centuries. The mage who made it is unknown; whispers in shadows only talk about a labyrinth, set somewhere hidden to protect its power. Many want to get it; many others, to destroy it. You? You are none of those–you just want to live.

And yet, your (almost) safe and peaceful life as a humble adventurer is threatened by a letter with today’s date on it, written in your mother’s hand…

Play as male, female or nonbinary; gay, straight, bisexual, or asexual.

Meet four distinct characters, with stories and ideals that highly differ from one another: a runaway heir, a rogue knight, a lost alien, and a foreign leader. Romance, befriend or doom them, and watch their tales shape your own.

Choose one of the three species available and discover your own worldview and the world's view of you. What is it like to be a human, a half-elf, or a half-satyr in this vast realm?

Fight, conjure, heal, plan, or persuade–choose your path and deal with trouble in your own way.

Buy yourself a horse! You want one, don’t you?

Learn, think, doubt, conclude. This world has a pre-written destiny – will you abide by it or challenge it? Who are you, and who will you become?

Who is worthy of holding the scales?

Content Warning: This piece of interactive fiction was not written with children in mind. The story contains mature themes and scenes of violence, including cult ceremonites, kidnapping, and fighting.

USEFUL LINKS:

If you want to know a little more about this project and read chapters 1-5, I'll leave the link to the game here -> https://dashingdon.com/play/myimaginedcorner/scales-of-justice/mygame/

If you want to discuss anything on CoG's forum, I'll leave the link for SoJ here:

- WIP Thread -> https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/wip-scales-of-justice-new-project-announcement-and-demo-release/101088/16

- Official Release Thread -> https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/scales-of-justice-will-you-challenge-fate-or-follow-it/163500

If you want to send me a more extensive feedback, here's my email -> feedbackscalesofjustice@gmail.com

[jonathancraneswife]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 / Robert Fischer

pairing - Robert Fischer x (fem!)reader

summary - When things at Fischer morrow get out of hand, robert asks for a favour from his very own secretary; you.

words - 2.4k

warnings - MDNI 18+ — oral sex (m! receiving), creampie, quickie, semi- public act, fluff, pleasure uses as relief, handjob.

notes - look who decided to post after almost a decade..imagine this is my first fic of the year wow istg i am coming back into writing, send requests

masterlist

In the fischer morrow, you were known to be the perfect secretary. you didn't just manage schedules and filtered emails

you knew the inner workings of the company better than most of its leaders.

And behind the polished professional demeanor rested a sharp intellect mastermind who calculated her every move with focused precision, you navigated the situation with effortless control leaving no chance of doubt for others to leave behind your work.

People in the company referred to you as a calculated person who was always one step ahead, many times you had received praises from the leaders at the annual ceremony of the company, you had great titles lined up in your office, overall you are the best employee of fischer morrow.

At this moment you stood in your boss’ office, casting a brief glance at your wrist-watch as you tapped your feet continuously on the ground, with every passing second you felt impatient and worried.

your boss. Robert Fischer, was a highly demanding person. rich and arrogant heir who would always throw tantrums at the smallest thing in the company but ever since his father died he has been utterly disturbed.

The man in question, your boss was fashionably late for the deal, for FischerI morrow, this was a crucial opportunity to secure their future, every second of this dealing was meticulously planned.

And if the company leader himself didn't show up, the deal would be called off entirely. you retrieve your phone from your bag and dial Robert's number, this was the twentieth call since the morning.

He didn't pick up the phone, yet again.

Minutes ticked by the absence of your boss, Robert, which became glaringly obvious. your frustration grew. The meeting agenda was tightly clutched in your hands as you glanced at the clock for the fifth time in ten minutes.

you couldn't help but grab the phone to call him once again, your fingers hovered over the keypad. the ring tone reached through your ear, each beep was mocking your anticipation.

“oh, come on” you muttered under your breath, the call went to the voicemail again, you hung up with a sharp sigh, tossing the phone onto the desk and leaning back in your chair.

Glancing at the clock one more time, the meeting would start in half an hour from now, where he could possibly be–?

The void of your thoughts was abruptly broken by the faint creak of the door. your gaze snapped toward it, Robert stepped into the cabin with an air of casual indifference.

The tension that had been building inside your chest finally eased, letting out a sigh of relief, you rose up from your chair. now striding in his direction.

“Sir, everyone is waiting for you. I hope you are aware how important this deal is for you and the Fischer morrow” you say, your tone was strictly professional.

The expressions on Robert's face were shifted slightly. his usually composed demeanor flattered as worry and uneasiness was crept on his face.

“Well aware” he muttered, his usual defiant tone was now laced with tension, his eyes darted towards the clock.

“Great, now we have to move things for the meeting quickly. We don't have enough time left” your voice was toned in annoyance and irritation.

you turn to the door, hurriedly your steps were determined to leave for the meeting

but before you could take another step, Robert’s hand wraps around your wrist in a tight hold, his desperate grip pulled you back in your place.

The warmth of his touch contrasts with the cold air in the room, confusion stirred up in your mind at his sudden actions, Robert’s firm grip on your wrist sends a jolt through your senses, leaving you trapped in chaos of your own uncertainty.

“I need to talk to you about something” Robert spoke, his demeanor was subtly shifted to vulnerability.

Yet another tantrum, you thought. bracing yourself for whatever his arrogant mind has conjured up to say this time, “I am all ears, sir”.

The moment this words left your lips, he grasped your waist closely, pulling you closely towards his body, earning a gasp from you at his sudden actions.

“Listen, t-today is an important day for me, for this company. D-dad has dreamed about this dream since the day he started off to build this morrow”. His voice drops to whisper.

“When he was on his death bed, he called me and said that I-I have to secure this deal, it is my responsibility now, and if I failed this opportunity then he'd be disappointed in me” Robert finishes of with a sigh.

Both of you were caught in a moment of exposure, as his personal assistant you knew how insecure and sensitive Robert was, only you knew under that cold facade rested a man who was deeply hesitant and self-doubting.

“..I know we will secure this deal, you have worked for this day and night, suffering from countless sleepless nights for this one project. they will be worth it” You tell him in a reassuring voice.

He shakes his head, “No- no, my gut feeling says that I am going to fucking lose this, and I cannot bare that loss-”

you cut him of abruptly, “Sir, you are just stressed and anxious about the deal, I believe you can do this, I trust you”.

Trust, a value Robert held above love, tension in his chest eased down at you assuring words, but the storm in his mind remained tugged in his thoughts.

“I-I know you trust me, but I need a favour from you, this is something only you can do” He continues in a low voice, “but this is something we have never done before…”

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, his twisted sentences made you perplexed

“What is it?” you questioned, “you can tell me without any hesitation”.

He sighs again, his eyes remaining on the floor as he speaks, “This is something more intimate, something more than personal” Robert intertwines his fingers with yours, his ocean blue eyes locked into yours sending a shiver down your spine.

"...This is so awkward," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. Robert hesitated for a moment, his eyes avoiding yours before finally admitting, "I-I need you to pleasure me”.

your eyes widened at his unexpected request, shock and uncertainty flashed on your face, For a moment. You weren't sure if you heard him correctly, his words echoing in your mind as you tried to process their true meaning.

His gaze softened as he took in your reaction, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. He shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find the right words to ease the tension he had created.

“Please don't deny this, I need this, I need you, right now please I beg you. we can be quick” He pleaded out, his blue eyes sparked with true genuinity while his hold on your hands tightened.

you noticed the way his expressions turned more weak , Robert’s shoulder were hunched signalling lack of confidence. You paused, taking a moment to gather your thoughts before responding, “Alright.”

Robert's features instantly softened, a flicker of relief washing over his face.His eyes, which had previously been shadowed with uncertainty, now brightened with a spark of hope.

He gently took your hand, leading you toward the leather couch nestled in the corner of his office.

Robert settled himself on the leather couch, He spreads his legs widely while his arms rested on the back of the couch, his blue eyes radiating a silent invitation for you to join him.

Once he was settled, you slowly dropped to your knees positioning yourself carefully between his legs, you knelt before him.

you were positioned between his sprawled legs, your heart pounding with anticipation.

Robert's blue eyes burned into yours radiating a silent invitation and a warning for you to hurry up.

slowly, you reached out and grasped his belt buckle, with unsteady fingers, you unclasped the buckle letting it drop on the floor beside you. The zipper to his trousers took an eternity to descend down in the charged silence of his spacious office.

As you pulled down the remaining fabric, his cock sprange free. erect, thick , heavy and the sheer size which was impossible to ignore, his length throbbed before you, The musky scent of his arousal filled your nostrils. you could feel the heat emanating from his skin.

your eyes locked with Robert's as you tilted your head slightly. "Do you really want this ?" you asked, your heart beating faster in your chest.

He nodded instantly, his voice was steady but there was an underlying desperation in his tone, “I need this” His gaze bored into yours, reassuring you with every possible movements.

you swallowed hard, forcing down the lump of fear that had settled in your chest like a heavy weight.

Hesitatingly, you wrap your hand around his impressive size, feeling the pulse twitch against your palm. Robert let out a sharp groan, his fingers curling around the leather couch.

you began to stroke his cock, your hand moving in fast and rapid motion. squeezing his length gently in your hands. the pace of your movements fastened leaving Robert breathless.

Leaning forward, you flick your tongue around the top of his cock to taste him, running it along the underside of his length, The sweetness explodes in your mouth.

you felt the weight of his shaft around your tongue, the thick vein pulsing with each beat. your tongue danced around the sensitive flesh, tracing every contour of his sensitive skin, you swirled around it around the swollen crown.

“Fuck, your being such a good girl today” Robert lets out between shakey breaths, his nostrils flaring as he tries to regain his control.

In the response, you took him deeper feeling his shaft in the right channel of your throat, your head darts up and down with precision, your lips guiding around his thick shaft in a hypnotic rhythm.

Robert gripped your hairs in a fist, urging you to take him deeper in your mouth. you took him in your mouth then inch throbbing by inch, until you could feel his swollen head at the back of your throat.

your head bobs up and down on his massive cock at furious, restless speed. The crude wet squelches and sloppy slurps of your desperate sucking filled the room punctuated with Robert’s grutal and primal groans.

your throat bulges obscenely at each brutal thrust, your neck muscles clenching around his invading grith as you suck his cock with solid licks.

Robert’s grip on your hairs tightened, “right at the spot, I am fucking loving it” he grunts, his voice coming out in pleasureable moans.

your skull slams in his groin at a punishing pace, your lips were tightly sealed around his throbbing shaft. guttural, animalastic groans and grunts tear from his throat as you suck him wild and desperate abandon.

His hand fists in your hair, gathering the dishevelled locks into a ponytail, he uses his grip to bob your head up and down in brutal, reluctant speed.

The head of his shaft brutally bruises the back of your throat making you gag on his cock, you struggle to breath. your lungs sceaming for air as he grinds his hips faster over your mouth.

your eyes bulge, tears pouring down your face while the streaks of mascara paint your cheeks as his cock head was deeply buried in the back of your throat.

The room was filled with the musky scent of Robert's arousal mixed with your stuffed moans and his animalistic groans.

He slams your head down one last time, burying his cock to the hilt in your convulsing throat. His body goes rigid, muscles seizing as his climax crashes over him like a tidal wave.

“I need you to take all of me, swallow every last drop for me” He groans, his voice was raw and primal. His shaft pulses and jerks, swelling impossibly thicker as it unleashes a torrent of hot, thick cum directly in your mouth.

you feel the first scalding spurt hit your throat, His cock twitches and bucks as it pumps out what feels like an endless amount of cum, flooding your inside with his essence.

you swallow greedily, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of his potent release, Some of it backs up, oozing out around his shaft and dribbling down your chin.

The room fills with the scent of sex and orgasam, the air thick and heavy with the musky perfume of his climax. Robert grinds into you, holding you in place as the last weak spurts dribble onto your tongue.

His chest heaves, sweat pouring down his face as he gasps for breath, riding out the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. Finally, with a shudder and a groan, he releases your hair, his softening cock slipping from your abused throat with a wet plop.

After the moment, you slowly get up. feeling your cunt clenching and throbbing at the same time, soaking wet through your panties.

You straightened your pencil skirt, smoothing the fabric with trembling hands, and buttoned up your blouse, the rapid rise and fall of your chest betraying the effort to compose yourself.

While Robert, stood by the couch adjusting his tie with one hand while tugging his trousers on his torso with the other hand.

Avoiding his piercing gaze, you cleared your throat and broke the silence. "Sir, the meeting starts in less than ten minutes. We really have to hurry." your voice was steadier than you expected, but your cheeks still burned with the memory of the scene.

Robert nods, the parable tension of the deal still lingered in his eyes. his expressions were vulnerable and sympathetic, he called out your name, “Wait”

“...stay with me during the meeting” his voice was shaken, a rare crack in the armor of his professional cold demeanour.

You nod approvingly , your tone calm and professional. "As your secretary, it’s my responsibility to guide you through the deal and ensure everything goes smoothly.”

Before he could respond, you reached out, your fingers wrapping around his wrist in a firm yet comforting grip."Mr. Fischer," you said softly but with conviction, "you’re going to close this deal, I believe in you.”

The sincerity in your voice lingered in the air, grounding him in a way that words rarely did. his guarded expression softened, and he gave a slight nod, drawing confidence from your comforting words.

[yvesismywife]

— ⋆˚｡ IWH2BMX ᝰ.ᐟ chapter nine

y/n l/n, the 4th member of the rnb girl group flo, is notorious for her very noticeable lack of pr training. once she goes through a very public breakup, her pr team finally decided it was time to control her online presence. daniela avanzini, the main dancer of the girl group katseye, found her reputation getting caught in the cross fire of her band mate’s blunt personality. so when both groups are caught at the same party, management gets a not so great idea.

wc: 1.2k (you can skip it if you want, but i think it’s crucial to the story. but do as you please 😭🙏)

not my type

AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE ETERNITY, yn heard the words she wasn’t quite sure if she should be excited, or scared, to hear. “we’re here” “uhm where exactly is ‘here’” the singer asked, following her manager out of the car. “just follow me.”

“y/n l/n. welcome to geffen! you too leila. i guess.” yn is a little confused about the random man who side-eyed her manager, but more confused as to what she is doing here. “don’t drag this out jacob.” her manager said, walking straight past the random man -jacob, to an office. “aren’t you jolly.” he curses under his breath.

“sorry to ruin the dynamic y’all got going on, but, why am i here exactly? if it’s to go solo, that’s too much pressure… so.” the curly-haired girl follows the steps of her manager and takes a seat. “i will take that into consideration! however, that is not the reason you are here today.” jacob sits across from them. “damn. am i not talented enough to be a soloist?” yn dramatically clutches at her heart, like she has been deeply wounded. “i- that’s-” he looks towards her manager, who simply shrugs her shoulders. “you got yourself into that one.” “that’s not what i was trying to say!” “oh so you think i have soloist potential, just not for here?” the singer was having a little too much fun seeing the man squirm trying to answer her pressing questions. “okay enough! one; i don’t have the credentials to sign you, even if i want to. two; that’s not why you’re here. come in.” yn turns around to see a pretty girl with blonde curls. “sit down, daniela.”

“this is why you’re here today.” jacob says, crossing his arms over his suit-covered chest. “what? you guys doing some irl-tinder shi-stuff?” yn laughs. her laugh quickly dials down once she is answered in silence. “i was… joking. you know that right?” she looks towards her manager, for any sign of acknowledgment. “we are all aware of your rather impactful social media presence” the rnb singer smiled. “didn’t say that as a good thing. but such a hefty reputation is not the best for a group.” “oh, don’t worry sir jacob. my fans love it.” yn gleamed with pride. “fans that have been around, yes. but for newcomers, your reputation seems a bit…problematic” the office went silent, nothing other than breaths being heard. “problematic is…crazy. jacob.”

“let me get this straight. i was brought to a foreign building to talk about my social media presence…? this couldn’t have been an email? zoom call? phone call at that?” yn squinted her eyes, looking back and forth between her manager and jacob, trying to understand the situation. “well. maybe i should leave, this clearly has nothing to do with me.” the blonde finally spoke. “not too quick daniela. i wasn’t finished.” with a sigh, daniela sat back down. “as you know, daniela, katseye does not have the shiniest social media presence either.” of course the dancer knew that, she just does not know what that has to do with her. “the whole group knows that, but why am i here for that? sophia’s the leader. and also- to clear things up…again. i’ve never caused anything or any drama. i fear you have the wrong member. manon is at home, i can call her up for you?” “that won’t be necessary,” jacob said, causing daniela to put her phone back in her pants pocket.

“we were going to deal with these…issues, separately. but after seeing a few rather popular tweets last night, we got an idea.” “if it works, i take full credit. if it backfires, it was all his doing.” leila chimes in. “i don’t think i agree with that, but that’s not the focus right now. we have come up with a rather splendid idea. we will fix both problems. together.” “i’m not following…” daniela says, followed by yn. “yeah. you said a lot but nothing at the same time, really.” “what’s your problem? no one understood a single thing you said. not even me and i already know the dang plan.” leila rubs her forehead. “what he was trying to say is, because of such a terrible professional reputations, to fix it, you two-” she points towards yn and daniela, “-will be having a pr relationship. do you see how easy that was? telling your whole life story before getting to the point.” “i didn’t just want to blurt it out without any explanation!”

while the two managers were arguing, the minds of both daniela and yn were spiralling.

“wait. let me just make sure i’m not correct. you want me and this stranger to date? because of a few tweets?” the blonde asked. “yes! exactly!” the man replied. “no.” both girls say in unison. “i shouldn’t even be here. i’ve never caused any problems! again, manon should be here! why am i taking the blame?” daniela was perplexed that her blame by association had gotten this serious. “while that is true, her image is… horrendous. but i felt, considering you are almost always a part of manon’s actions, and needless to say a very popular member right now so i felt this would be perfect publicity.” “well you felt wrong. i don’t want to be involved. and, not to put your efforts to waste, but she's not my type.” that was the rudest sentence yn had ever heard her whole career. “not your type!? i was gonna say no to this whole ordeal because i legit just had a somewhat, public breakup. but you saying no because i’m not your type is crazy!”

“wow! okay! let’s.. uhm move on. quickly! breakups! yn, you just got out of a breakup… that was all over pop base. and daniela, the girls talked about how you recently got out of a relationship with…i don’t know who, so now- the public knows you are both single which is why you two are also perfect for this.” jacob is a little too excited to play fake match maker and yn is a little concerned this was not thought through. “not to doubt your...creativity, but we -i- just got out of a relationship, so why is this a smart idea??” “i read it in a book once.” “yeah, no.” the blonde chimes in. “as much as i don’t like her because she is rude, i have to agree. no.” daniela annoyingly scoffed at yn’s response. “i’m not rude simply because you’re not my type.” “actually that’s exactly why you’re rude! that was the rudest sentence anyone has ever said to me!” “you’re so conceited.” yn lets out a loud gasp in response to daniela’s very vocal opinions about her. “looks like your plan is a bust jacob.” leila leans back, crossing her arms across her chest.

“enough!” jacob yells. “this is happening. not because i want to replicate a novel, but because all the other chances and choices have yet to work. you two will get along and will make this believable. understand?”

“yeah, i guess” “fine. but there were totally other options.”

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a/n: i got carried away 😕 and i pictured jacob to be a british man…idk why lolz so i tried to give him british flare.. but i’ve never met a brit soooo… and ALSO i acc don’t know if hybe has a building in la… or if katseye practices at geffen, so i had to use my big brain and CREATIVITY 🫨

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[gingerteafairy]

tear collection (kai anderson x reader)

Your tears fall, Kai gathers them all.

tags n warnings: trauma, bullying past, manipulation, sub!reader, slut shaming, dacryphilia, semi-public sex, unprotected piv, porn w plot, slut shaming,use of his divine ruler title, red flag bye. word count: 5.3k. masterlist

Monday. 5 PM. 

You stand in front of a door that feels larger than life. Once, this place was your sanctuary, a haven for your love of books. Then it became a cage, suffused with whispers, ridicule, and three years of relentless bullying. You never fully understood why you were singled out, but you knew enough to swear never to return.  

And yet, here you are. Blue jeans, an overly formal black coat you regret wearing, and nerves tied in knots. The invitation email had promised change: new members, a new leader, a fresh start. But doubt lingers as you stare at the heavy wooden door, questioning every life decision that brought you here.  

“Ah, you came,” a voice pierces through your spiraling thoughts—low, magnetic, and strangely commanding.  

You turn, startled, to see him. Kai Anderson. His dyed blue hair is tied back loosely, and his piercing eyes scan you like he’s already figured out your life story. There’s something both disarming and unnerving about his presence, a calm chaos simmering just beneath the surface.  His lips curled into a faint smirk as he said your name.  

“Uh, yeah,” you stammer, unable to hold his gaze for long.  

He gestures toward the door. “Well, are we going in, or are you going to stand there contemplating the meaning of life?”  

You hesitate, then take a deep breath and follow him. The door creaks open, revealing the familiar space—bookshelves reaching for the ceiling, soft cushions scattered on the floor, and a mismatched collection of chairs. But something feels different, charged, like the air itself has been altered by his presence.  

Kai strides to the center of the room, claiming a seat with an authority that no one questions. The others—four or five people, all oddly quiet—watch him with a mix of reverence and wariness.  

“Alright,” Kai begins, his voice sharp but enticing. “Let’s skip the small talk. This group isn’t about pretending to be something we’re not. It’s about truth. Raw, unfiltered truth. If you can’t handle that, the door’s right there.”  

No one moves.  

“Good,” he continues, leaning back in his chair. “Today, we’re diving into the mind of Tolstoy. War and Peace. Who wants to start?”  

A tall, pale guy raises his hand hesitantly. “I made an essay about the male characters.”  

Kai nods, taking the handwritten pages without a word. As he skims them, his eyes narrow in concentration. “This is good,” he says finally, his tone neutral. “But next time, don’t hold back. You’re smarter than this, Hemingway.”  

The guy—Harrison—flushes but nods.  

“Great job, Harrison. You’re our resident genius, after all,” a curly-haired woman teases, earning an exaggerated eye roll from him.  

Kai’s smirk deepens. “Enough. Let’s get back to the point. Beverly, what have you got?”  

Beverly, with nervous energy, stands and presents a detailed drawing of 19th-century St. Petersburg. Kai studies it intently, his expression unreadable.  

“It’s good,” he says finally, his tone softer than before. “But tell me—why’d you choose this scene?”  

Beverly falters, then answers, “It felt... alive. Like I could step into it.”  

Kai nods approvingly. “That’s what art should do. Nice work.”  

As the meeting progresses, Kai outlines the group’s next focus: philosophy. He holds up a copy of Sophie’s World.  

“This book will challenge you,” he declares. “If you’re ready to think for yourselves, that is.”  

Your heart skips. Sophie’s World. Your favorite book. Before you can second-guess yourself, you raise your hand.  

Kai’s gaze snaps to you, his eyes narrowing slightly as if sizing you up. “You’ve read it?”  

“Yes,” you reply, your voice steadier than expected.  

“Excellent,” he says simply. “Then you’ll lead the discussion next time.”  

Your stomach flips. Lead the discussion? But before you can protest, he moves on, his attention already elsewhere. As the meeting concludes, the others disperse, murmuring about travel plans for a literary conference Kai has planned. You linger, torn between intrigue and unease, until Kai approaches.  

“How was your first day?” he asks, his voice low but direct.  

“Different,” you admit cautiously. “Safer.”  

His lips twitch into a faint, almost mocking smile. “Safe isn’t the word I’d use. But don’t worry—I won’t let anyone mess with you. Not here.”  

The promise feels both comforting and unsettling, his intensity wrapping around you like a storm cloud. You look up at him, trying to read the man behind the enigmatic smile, but all you find is mystery. 

“I appreciate that,” you say softly. “It means a lot.”  

Kai rests a firm hand on your shoulder, his presence both comforting and disconcerting. “You’ve endured more than most people could handle,” he says, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of authority. “That takes strength. You don’t have to carry it alone anymore. If something’s wrong—anything—come to me. Do you understand?”  

You nod, words failing you under the weight of his intense gaze.  

“Good,” he says, his lips curling into a faint, almost wolfish smile. “Now, about the trip. Will you join us? We need you there. I need you there.”  

“I’ll think about it,” you reply cautiously, the doubt lingering in your tone despite yourself.  

Kai leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You’re safe now. With me. Whatever decision you make, I’ll make sure of it.”  

For the first time in years, you entertain the thought that his words might be true.  

“I’ll think about it,”  

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. “Here,” he says, holding it toward you. “My number. Call or text me anytime—day or night. No hesitation.”  

You type the number into your phone, your hands trembling slightly as you save it under his name.  

“We meet every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday,” Kai continues, his tone growing lighter, almost casual. “Be there. You’re part of this now.”  

By the time you’re home, the weight of everything is still pressing on your chest, but a decision begins to crystallize in your mind. Maybe this trip is the first step toward reclaiming your life.   Kai's words, though sharp and commanding, carried a conviction that felt solid—unshakeable. Maybe, just maybe, this time things could be different.  

The next day arrived, and to your surprise, you found yourself striking up a connection with two members of the group—Ally and Winter. Their warmth and kindness is a stark contrast to the rest of the group’s hardened edges. They asked about your story, how you ended up there, and seemed genuinely interested. Their easy laughter and acceptance were disarming, and for the first time in years, you felt a glimmer of belonging.  

But even as you laughed with them, your eyes kept drifting toward Kai. He stood at the front of the room, commanding attention without effort, his voice steady, words sharp and deliberate. He spoke of loyalty, trust, and a brighter future with a fervor that ignited something in everyone present. His presence was magnetic, and every subtle gesture seemed calculated to draw you in—the way he brushed his hand through his blue hair or tilted his head slightly as he listened. The way he narrowed his eyes and relaxed when you spoke the most insignificant comment. 

It was then that you noticed his hands—more specifically, the absence of a wedding ring. Was he single? Did he want to be? You felt an ember of hope spark within you, one that you immediately tried to extinguish.  

You cursed yourself for it. This was supposed to be a fresh start—a chance to rebuild, to let go of old patterns and distractions. But Kai… there was something about him that made it nearly impossible to look away.  You just wanted the same fingers he flicked the pages so deep that he's knuckles could fuck you just right. Like only Kai Anderson would provide.

And as you watched him meet your gaze from across the room, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips, you couldn’t help but wonder if he already knew.

The day of the trip arrived faster than you’d expected. You packed your things carefully, boarding the bus early to secure a seat near the middle. Ally and Winter sat a few rows ahead, laughing softly, completely absorbed in each other. To maintain your solitude, you placed your backpack on the seat beside you, an unspoken barrier to anyone who might attempt to join you.  

As the bus rumbled to life, Kai began moving down the aisle, his sharp eyes scanning the group. When he reached your seat, he stopped, his gaze lingering on you. “Comfortable?” he asked, resting a hand on the back of your seat, his voice low and measured.  

“Yes, thank you,” you replied, startled by his sudden proximity.  

He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “You don’t look comfortable. Something on your mind?”  

“No, it’s fine,” you sat quickly, trying to steady your voice.  

Kai’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. “You know,” he said softly, almost conspiratorially, “it’s okay to feel uneasy. But remember, you’re here for a reason. And so am I.”  

Before you could respond, he straightened and moved on, leaving you with a mix of unease and curiosity.  

The trip unfolded smoothly. You were assigned to share a hotel room with Ally and Winter, their easy humor and affection making the unfamiliar setting more bearable.  

The presentation at the school was a success—Beverly took charge with her natural charisma, while Ally impressed the audience with her insights. You watched from the sidelines, clapping when appropriate, but a sense of detachment lingered. Even as others celebrated, you felt like an outsider, still unsure of your place within the group.  

On the way back to the hotel, the bus buzzed with laughter and conversation about the day’s accomplishments. You sat quietly, staring at your hands, your thoughts weighed down by doubts and memories you couldn’t quite shake.  

Kai noticed. As the group disembarked and began heading inside, he fell into step beside you, his hands casually tucked into his jacket pockets. “You’ve been quiet,” he remarked, his tone calm but probing.  

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. “It’s nothing,” 

Kai stopped walking, turning to face you with an intensity that made your chest tighten. “It’s not nothing,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto yours. “Tell me.”  

“It’s just… people,” you admitted after a pause, your voice barely above a whisper. “Being around them. It’s hard to let go of… everything.”  

Kai stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Listen to me,” he ordered softly, his hands resting firmly on your shoulders. “Whatever happened before, it doesn’t matter now. This group—I—will protect you. No one will hurt you again. You’re here because you’re strong, even if you don’t see it yet. Do you understand?”  

The sincerity in Kai's voice broke something inside you. The walls you’d so carefully built cracked, and the tears came before you could stop them.  

“I was so scared,” you choked out, the words spilling freely now. “I’m still scared. Every time I think about it, it’s like I’m back there. I get so anxious, so nervous...I cry all the time and I don't even know why. I developed depression, panic attacks. All the fucking shit.”  

Kai stepped forward without hesitation, pulling you into an embrace that was firm and almost possessive. His arms wrapped around you tightly, grounding you in the present. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice steady and low. “Let it out. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”  

“Thank you,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against his chest. His shirt smelled faintly of cologne and something earthy, the scent oddly comforting.  

He rested his chin lightly on your head, his fingers running gently through your hair. “You don’t need to thank me,” he said softly, his voice carrying a dangerous kind of warmth. “You’re mine to protect now, and I’ll do anything to keep you safe. My little angel.”  

You stiffened slightly at the term, unsure how to respond. “I’m not used to this,” you admitted, your voice barely audible. “I don’t even know how to handle it.”  

Kai leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, his hands gripping your shoulders with a calculated tenderness. “Then start getting used to it,” he lit, his gaze intense and unwavering, almost fatherly. “You’re strong, smarter than most people here, and whether you see it or not, you’re special. You deserve more than the scraps life’s thrown at you.”  

“Why?” you whispered, your voice trembling with confusion. “Why are you doing this for me?”  

Kai’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. His hands moved to gently cradle your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks in a motion that was both soothing and deliberate, almost like his life depended on your tears being collected only by him “Because I see potential in you. You belong here—with me. I don’t just let anyone in, you know. You’ve earned this.”  

You felt your heart race as his words sank in. His unwavering focus was overwhelming, and yet, part of you didn’t want to look away, as he was inside your soul.  

“You’re too hard on yourself,” he continued, his voice softening slightly. “You’ve already proven you’re more than capable. I admire that.”  

You managed a weak laugh, brushing at your damp cheeks. “I’m just… me. I don’t think I’m anything special.”  

Kai’s gaze darkened slightly, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. “Don’t you ever say that again,” he muttered firmly. “You’re more than you know. And I’ll make sure you see it, too.”  

The air between you shifted, thick with an unspoken tension. His hands lingered on your face, his eyes flickering down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze.  

“Kai…” you started, unsure of what you were even trying to say.  

You couldn’t help but glance at his lips, and you knew he noticed. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in closer, his movements calculated yet unhurried.  All he did was control. His nose brushing against yours, eyes focused as a silent question remained in the atmosphere. Your breath hitched, but you managed to nod, the air inexistent. Permission conceded, but he knew before even you were aware of that.

Kai’s smile deepened, his gaze locking onto yours as if he was daring you to look away. Slowly, he closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both gentle and possessive. His hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss slightly. It was better than you imagined. It was perfect, passionate, Kai. 

You gripped his jacket instinctively, your mind spinning as you surrendered to the moment. The kiss was charged, filled with a quiet intensity that made it impossible to think of anything else.  

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his eyes searched your face, reading your reaction. A flicker of something softer crossed his expression—a rare glimpse of vulnerability.  

But just as quickly, it was gone. He smirked faintly, his thumb brushing over your jawline. “See?” he said, gently. “You’re stronger than you think. You’re meant for more than just surviving.”  

He stepped back slightly, leaving you breathless and unsure of how to respond. You couldn’t tell if his words were meant to comfort or control. Perhaps they were both.  

Eventually, you forced your legs to move, retreating to your own room where the girls were already chatting about the day. You barely heard them as you sank onto your bed, your mind racing.  

“Hey, are you okay? Saw you talking to Kai and got worried,” Ally added, concerned.

“Yeah, I just… need to sleep,” you replied sadly, turning your face to the wall.  

Flabbergasted, you touched your lips, feeling the faintest trace of a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth despite the whirlwind of emotions. What had just happened?  

The way back on the bus felt like torture. Kai���s eyes lingered on you too often, yet every time you met his gaze, he turned away, as if the weight of the previous night hung between you like an unspoken secret.  

To distract yourself, you talked more with Winter. She was incredibly kind, the type of person who made you feel at ease. Most of the trip, he gushed about her girlfriend, his tone light and affectionate, which made you giggle at the lovergirl. Still, the conversation only made your heart tremble more—how could you sit here, laughing with Kai’s sister, knowing you’d kissed him the night before? That you wanted more than this.

By the time you returned to the book club room, exhaustion and unease had taken over. You collapsed onto the soft, red-carpeted floor of the  room, feeling nauseous from the trip. Ally and Winter stayed behind for a while, hovering with concern. Harrison even stopped by to hand you some medicine, Beverly surprised with a snack he bought.  

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Ally asked as she stood by the door.  

You nodded weakly. “Thanks, Ally. I just need to rest a bit.”  

One by one, they all left, leaving you alone in the quiet room. The warmth of the carpet under your cheek and the hum of the air conditioner lulled you into a restless sleep.  You didn’t even notice when the door opened again, the faint creak blending into your dreams. It wasn’t until you felt a hand lightly touch your shoulder that you stirred awake.  

“Hey…” A familiar voice broke through the haze. “Feeling better?”  

You blinked groggily, your vision focusing on Kai, who was crouched beside you, his face etched with worry as he caressed your hair lovingly.  

You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes. “… kind of,” you murmured, though your voice betrayed your lingering fatigue.  

His presence sent a jolt through you. The memory of his lips on yours the night before flashed vividly in your mind, and your eyes instinctively darted to his mouth.  

He noticed, quickly ran a hand through his hair, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before vanishing. “We, uh…” He cleared his throat, his voice unusually hesitant. “We need to talk about… about last night.”  

The air in the room grew impossibly still. Your heart pounded in your chest as his words hung between you.  You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”  

Kai shifted, moving to sit on the carpet next to you. His hands rested casually on his knees, though his posture was tense. His dark eyes bore into yours with a mix of intensity and something else you couldn’t place.  

He started, his tone measured but low. “I don’t usually do that. I shouldn’t have. You’re…” He trailed off, searching for the right words. “It wasn’t fair.”  

You opened your mouth to respond, but he held up a hand, his fingers steady yet commanding.  

“I don’t want you to feel confused or cornered,” he continued, his voice softening slightly. “I’d never hurt you. That’s not my style. But last night… that was on me. I pushed too far. I need meditation to control myself.”  

His words were sincere, but they felt like a storm brewing inside you. You clenched your hands together, unsure of how to respond.  

“I didn’t feel unsafe,” you add finally, your voice steady but quiet. “I—” You hesitated, the confession trembling on your lips. “I… wanted it.”  

Kai’s expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before his usual composed mask returned. A slow, deliberate smile curved his lips, but this time, it felt like it held a darker edge.  

“You wanted it,” he repeated. He leaned closer, his gaze never wavering. “Interesting.”  

You nodded, your cheeks heating under his intense gaze. “I didn’t want to say this, but… I’m attracted to you, Kai,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.  “I'm sorry.”

His breath caught, and for a moment, the tension between you felt electric. But then he chuckled softly, a dry, almost bitter laugh as he stood abruptly. “That’s… complicated,” he said, pacing a few steps away. “You’re here to find yourself, to rebuild, not to—” He stopped mid-sentence, his back turned to you.  

“Not to what?” you pressed, rising to your feet despite the lingering dizziness.  

He turned back to you sharply, his eyes blazing with conflict. “Not to get tangled up in… this,” he said, gesturing between the two of you, his voice firm but laced with something unspoken.  

You stared at him, your emotions swirling uncontrollably. “You mean… whatever we are?”

His eyes searched yours, his desire evident. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders sagging. “Who cares about what we are, labels are for the weak.” he admitted. “But I do know this—you mean more to me than you think. I want you, and it's not in a professional way, just I wanna fucking kiss you on this carpet.”  

His words left you breathless, and for a moment, you both stood in silence, the weight of his confession settling over the room. His curse echoing in his mind, it went off the lips of the most cultured man you’ve ever met. 

“I don't care about it,” you said softly. “But I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.”  

Kai closed his eyes briefly, exhaling slowly. “Neither do I,” he said, his voice barely audible. “Fuck, I really don't.’

The room felt charged again, but this time, he didn’t linger. Kai’s hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. His gaze searched yours, not for permission—he’d already asked in his own way.  He took a step closer and cupped your head to catch your lips in a rough kiss. 

You corresponded, anchoring your body on his, kneeling on the carpet while he bent, devoured your lips carnally, biting as he wrapped your hair on his hands like a messy ponytail, pulling it to show your neck for his teeth to mark the sensitive skin. 

“You know how much I wanted to feel you?” He groaned on your ear, biting your earlobe as he squeezed your hip. “I had to jerk off after our little kiss, thinking about your pretty mouth on my cock.” 

He whispered his lewd confession while his hand snaked from your hip to your throat, digging his fingers making you gulp for air. “Yeah, I imagined you choking on my cock while doing it, just like this.” 

“Kai…” you mewl, his hand instantly moving from your throat to get your oxygen back while it moved to the back of your neck.

“m sorry, my dear.” He whispered with a dangerous sweet voice on the crook of your neck, kissing gently as an apology carried in his strong words. “I forgot how fragile you are. I'll take proper care of you, you want that?”

“Uh-huh” you cooed, looking at him with narrow eyes filled with desire. You wanted more, infinitely more. You wanted those fat fingers dug in your ass reddened by his slaps. Raw, like your desire for him. “Please”

Instead, he kissed you gently, his tongue catching yours in a slow soft dance, interrupted only by him passing your shirt over your head. Coming back while he unclips your bra, letting it sit somewhere on the floor. Irritated by his delicacy on your breast, you break the kiss to add.

“I'm not a porcelain doll, Kai. I want it—”

“Shhh” he shushed with his fingertip with a mocking chuckle that made you feel self-conscious.“You really think you can handle it? Please, my darling. You were a cry baby all the trip. I had to look after you all the time like your daddy, I had to ask my sister to be your friend so I had another eye on you. You just can’t help yourself.” 

Embarrassment took care of you with his note. A cry baby, that's what you were and always will be. Taking all his time and attention to you. “I'm sorry if I bothered. I didn't mean it…”

“No, my dear. You didn't bother me.” he interrupted again, pecking your lips. “I love to spoil you. Such a good girl following my instructions. So beautiful and obedient coming with swollen doe eyes and a heart in your hands.”

“Beautiful?” You echoed, furrowing your eyebrows. 

He proceeds, pecking your forehead. “Lay, my dear. I'll show you my admiration for you.”

All you could do was nod, your voice caught in your throat, the tears threatening to fall over again. You lay on your back, watching him spread your legs to fit himself as he reached your face again to kiss your tears, humming when he stuck his tongue savoring the salty liquid. A fire flicking on the edge of loving care and primitive lust. 

Finally, you managed to whisper, “Thank you… for seeing me.”

“How could I not see? You're so pretty when you cry.” He breathed.

He leaned again, the kiss deepening as his hand slid to cradle the back of your neck, the other unbuttoned your jeans, getting you rid of the fabric by tossing on the floor. His forefinger touched the wet patch in your panties, grinning when you swallowed to hold the urge to cry, so pathetically opened for him. So easy for the only man who took care of you.

“You wont call me daddy, this shit if fucking weird.” he inquired, peeling off the fabric to move in your glasting folds. “You’ll call me your divine ruler and take everything like a good girl, okay?”

“Okay…” You replied, receiving a harsh slap on your left thigh, ripping a dying squeak out of you. 

“I didn't hear it.” He mocked, caressing your red mark as he bit your jaw so hard that  his teeth remarked as your answer. 

“Okay, divine ruler.” you breathed, nodding and gulping. 

“Yes…yes…that's it.” He smiled, lifting his face to kiss your eyes. “Now, could you tell your ruler how much you wanna be spoiled?”

“Yes, ruler.” You replied, the tears flowing between happiness and shame for your masochism, sinfully wet. “Please, take care of me.”

“That's my girl.” His thumb brushed away a stray tear, his touch was tender even on your clit stimulated by small circles, chuckling when you shivered. “So worked up, already? Cute.”

Kai leaves your needy bud to reach his belt buckle, giving enough space to his cock to sprung out of his dark jeans, pumping himself a few times before placing his tip, stretching you perfectly with resistance, because, well… he was painfully thicker than any other partner. You arch your back crying out again. “Ruler, it's too much.” 

“Just relax for your master, hm?” he groaned, kissing your forehead, sustained by his palms on each side of your head on the carpet. “fuck, you're so tight, princess. You know how much I thought about you crying on my cock while I'm stretching your pussy? ”

He went deep inside you enough to feel your cervix or even your core. You sob under him with more and more crying, that only made him push even harder inside you. You became a mess, moaning on his cock ripping your walls, shutting your eyes to get more of this painfully pleasure sensation. “It's so good, so good. More, please.”

He kisses you, chuckling with your hiccups and whiny moans. “God, princess. You're so spoiled, begging for my cock. A man gives you enough attention and you let him stretch you? What comes next…fuck…begging my cum to cure your fucking depression? Is that what you want?”

“I’m sorry, I'm so sorry.” you squeak, your mind and body losing all its ability, surrendered by pleasure.

“uhm… so polite. You're so beautiful, so delicious with this tight pussy” He praised, caressing your thighs as his cock strokes in a faster rhythm. 

You scream, taking your thighs in your hands to get open for him, to get more pleasure, more pain, more him. Rolling your eyes back when he rocks your sweet spot, mumbling kittenish. “cum inside me, please.”

“Fuck, don't ask like this, almost came.” he grunts, his veiny cock being wrapped carefully by your needy velvety walls. 

“Uhm…Don't ask what? To fill your princess?” You teased, squeezing his cock, a pretty squelching sound coming out that made him slap your ass. “God… like this.”

“I can't believe it. My baby likes to feel pain.” He noticed, feeling you clench your walls on his cock by his talk.

“Yes, yes, yes- hmmmm, fuck,” you screamed, giggling when he tapped your cheeks, closing your eyes to catch more of the pleasure of your cheeks burning and rough stimuli in your cunt.

“Open your fucking eyes.” He ordered, slapping your face again as he gripped on your throat. “You wasted my precious time” another slap, releasing your neck to slap your tits multiple times. “Pretending to be a fragile girl when you were just a slut?”

“Right there, I'm so close, Kai.” you whined, you were sure that at this point anyone could hear and you loved this. Somehow you wanted to be seen, people watching all the marks, reds and hickeys he planted on you, claiming you his. 

“What? My princess is gonna cum? That's what you want? Cum in the fucking carpet of your book club?” he cooed, slapping your thigh when you closed your eyes, squeezing your face when you opened it. “Keep looking at me, God, I wish your mates could see the cunt you are.”

“yes-i wanna cum here. Please, let me cum.” 

“Cum on my cock, crying like the fucking cry baby you are. Hmmm, so pretty, need to fill your pussy” he groans, spanking your ass, moaning by the sensation of your velvety walls clenching him. The slapping sounds, music in the room.

“m gonna cum m gonna cum” you scream, coming undone on his cock while he continually fucks you sloppy. 

“Yeah, just like this.” He teased, rubbing your pearl as you toss and turn under him desperately.

“No, please. Too much…No, I can't- I can't take it, no-” You begged, trembling, interrupted by the same two fingers he got on your clit, inserted in your mouth.

“You'll fucking take it” he hisses, increasing his path. “Just shut up as i…fuck…fuck you right. And you're gonna cum again, you hear me?” 

He commanded before taking his fingers soaked in your drool to rub your pearl again. You nod aggressively, purring, crying and shivering as you feel the wave again, like your whole body obeyed every single order of Kai. 

“fuck I'm cumming.” he groans, fucking your pussy with his seed deposited deep on your cervix. After one more deep thrust, digging the last strand of his cum, he grinned, touching your foreheads together. He panted before pushing it back, laying by your side, the carpet drowning in fluids, pushing back his jeans. 

“Kai.” You call, turning to face him. “I'm sorry.” The silence that followed was heavy, but when Kai finally spoke, his words were deliberate, his tone unwavering.

“I am the one who needs to apologize,” he said firmly, turning to face you fully.

Your breath caught at the sincerity in his voice, your heart pounding in your chest. “Why would you want to?” you whispered, your words barely audible.

He smiled faintly, leaning closer “My actions, I didn't treat you like you deserve. Shit, I fucked you on the carpet of the book club room, didn't even take you home.”

You hesitated before the words spilled out, unbidden and raw. “You do take care of me, more than I deserve.” 

“Don't you ever say that again ” He commanded in a frown, softening his eyes as hugging your still naked figure. “You deserve much more. All the good things in the world. I'll work to make sure you get all of that.”

“Okay…” you grinned as a happiness unknown by you filled the void inside your soul.

“I won't let anyone make you cry again. Even if I had to kill one of them.” He promised, lifting his pinky, smiling when you interlaced yours on his. “And if you need to cry, just cry on my cock. Pleasure tears are the one I allow and i'll make a collection of them. "

@plutism divider

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Margery E. Beck at AP:

A new South Dakota policy to stop the use of gender pronouns by public university faculty and staff in official correspondence is also keeping Native American employees from listing their tribal affiliations in a state with a long and violent history of conflict with tribes.

Two University of South Dakota faculty members, Megan Red Shirt-Shaw and her husband, John Little, have long included their gender pronouns and tribal affiliations in their work email signature blocks. But both received written warnings from the university in March that doing so violated a policy adopted in December by the South Dakota Board of Regents. “I was told that I had 5 days to remove my tribal affiliation and pronouns,” Little said in an email to The Associated Press. “I believe the exact wording was that I had ‘5 days to correct the behavior.’ If my tribal affiliation and pronouns were not removed after the 5 days, then administrators would meet and make a decision whether I would be suspended (with or without pay) and/or immediately terminated.” The policy is billed by the board as a simple branding and communications policy. It came only months after Republican Gov. Kristi Noem sent a letter to the regents that railed against “liberal ideologies” on college campuses and called for the board to ban drag shows on campus and “remove all references to preferred pronouns in school materials,” among other things.

All nine voting members of the board were appointed by Noem, whose remarks in March accusing tribal leaders of benefitting from illegal drug cartels and not properly caring for children has prompted most South Dakota tribes to ban her from their land. South Dakota’s change comes in the midst of a conservative quest to limit diversity, equity and inclusion initiatives gaining momentum in state capitals and college governing boards around the country, with about one-third of the states taking some sort of action against it. Policies targeting gender pronoun use have focused mainly on K-12 students, although some small religious colleges have also restricted pronoun use. Houghton University in western New York fired two dorm directors last year after they refused to remove gender pronouns from their work email signatures.

South Dakota Gov. Kristi Noem (R) and her appointed state Board of Regents enacted a extreme prejudicial policy that is anti-freedom of speech by barring employees from using pronouns and tribal affiliations in email signatures.

This is a naked act of hate and erasure against indigenous peoples and the LGBTQ+ community in The Mount Rushmore State.

[liminalweirdo]

We are still in the midst of COVID-19 pandemic. New Yorkers are still being hospitalized with COVID and still dying from COVID. People are still getting Long COVID and other serious health issues from COVID.

Everyone is at risk of Long COVID and other serious health issues from COVID.

Masks are a critical public health tool that help protect people from COVID.

Masks also help protect against other contagious diseases, wildfire smoke, pollution, allergens, and other health concerns.

Everyone has a right to wear a mask.

There should not be a mask ban. A mask ban puts the lives and health of all New Yorkers at risk. 

WHAT CAN YOU DO?

This toolkit includes a letter you can send to your reps if you live in, are currently in, and/or travel to New York.

1. Contact Governor Hochul.  Urge her not to ban masks. 

Phone: 518-474-8390 (press 1 to leave a message, press 2 to speak to a person)

Email: https://governor.ny.gov/content/governor-contact-form

Mail: The Honorable Kathy Hochul Governor of New York State NYS State Capitol Building Albany, NY 12224

Twitter/X: @GovKathyHochul

Instagram and Threads: @GovKathyHochul

2. Contact your NYS Senator and Assemblymember. Urge them to speak out against mask bans and not to support mask ban legislation. 

Find your state elected officials and their contact info at: https://www.usa.gov/elected-officials

Check to see if your NYS Senator or Assemblymember has taken a stance on mask bans on our New York Mask Ban Tracker at: http://bit.ly/NYMaskBanTracker

Please let us know if your NYS Senator or Assemblymember speaks out publicly against mask bans.

3. Contact NYS Senate and Assembly leadership. Urge them to speak out against mask bans and not to support mask ban legislation. 

NYS Assembly Speaker Carl Heastie 

Phone: 518-455-3791

Email: Speaker@nyassembly.gov

Twitter/X: @CarlHeastie

Instagram and Threads: @CHeastie

NYS Senate Majority Leader Andrea Stewart-Cousins

Phone: (518) 455-2585

Email: scousins@nysenate.gov 

Twitter/X: @AndreaSCousins

Instagram and Threads: @AndreaStewartCousins

4. Contact NYS Senate and Assembly Health Committee Chairs. Urge them to speak out against mask bans and not to support mask ban legislation.

NYS Senate Health Committee Chair J. Gustavo Rivera

Phone:Albany Office - 518-455-3395

Email: grivera@nysenate.gov

Twitter/X: @NYSenatorRivera

Instagram: @NYSenatorRivera

NYS Assembly Health Committee Chair Amy Paulin 

NOTE: Paulin is a co-sponsor for the mask ban bill A10057A. 

Phone:Albany Office - 518-455-5585

Email: paulina@nyassembly.gov

Twitter/X: @AmyPaulin

Instagram: @AmyPaulin1

5. Contact your local elected officials, including City Council Members and NYC Borough Presidents. Urge them to speak out against mask bans.

Find your city elected officials and their contact info at: https://www.usa.gov/elected-officials

6. Sign up for an account on the NY Senate webpage and let them know you oppose each of the mask ban bills. There is a question on the right side of the webpage for each bill that asks if you oppose or support the bill. Write that you oppose the bill. In addition, if possible, add a comment expressing opposition to the mask ban bills. 

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7. Contact NYC Mayor Adams. 

Email: https://www.nyc.gov/office-of-the-mayor/mayor-contact.page

Phone: 311 or 212-NEW-YORK outside NYC 

Twitter: @NYCMayor and @NYCMayorsOffice

Mail: Mayor Eric Adams City Hall New York, NY 10007

Instagram and Threads: @NYCMayor

8. For those not in NY State, you could contact the NY’s Tourism Board and let them know you won’t be traveling to NY State or are canceling your travel plans to NY State due to the proposed mask ban. 

Email: info@iloveny.com

Twitter/X: @I_LOVE_NY

Instagram: @ILoveNY

More info: https://www.iloveny.com/

9. Write a letter to the editor or op-ed. See examples below.

10. Post your opposition to a mask ban on social media and share why you still wear a mask. Use the hashtag #NoNYMaskBan.

11. If you are Jewish, sign on to this sign-on letter to state leaders organized by Jews for Mask Rights. This letter is open to all Jewish people affected by this legislation, whether as New Yorkers, commuters, or tourists.

12. Spread the word! Share a link to this toolkit (http://bit.ly/StopMaskBanNY) and graphics below to encourage other people to take action.

13. Wear a mask! Post a photo of yourself wearing a mask on social media.If you hold a public event, require masks at your event and post photos with everyone wearing a mask.

[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved in our archive (daily updates)

From September but still relevant.

By Jessica wildfire

The science of not helping.

In 1913, an engineer named Max Ringelmann noticed something weird about human behavior. When you told one person to do something like pull a rope, they tried really hard. When you put them into groups, they didn't try as hard.

They slacked.

Psychologists have identified this behavior as social loafing. Sometimes they also call it diffusion of responsibility, defined as "the idea that the presence of others changes the behavior of the individual by making them feel less responsible for the consequences of their actions," leading to "moral disengagement."

A 2005 study confirmed that when you put people into teams, each person does less, with the exception of highly motivated individuals, who wind up doing most of the work. If you were ever the team leader or facilitator, you know all about social loafing.

It happens online, too.

A 2022 review on diffusion of responsibility revealed that it happens all the time, in situations ranging from donations to tipping. It even happens in online communication. If you email one person, they're more likely to respond. They also give longer, more detailed responses. If you email a bunch of people, and they see each other copied on the message, they don't respond at all or they send shorter, less helpful replies.

Groups also make riskier decisions than individuals.

A team of psychologists asked a bunch of adults to play with marbles. They put them into pairs. Each pair's job was to stop the marble from sliding down a ramp. They won points if they stopped the marble before it hit the bottom. They got more points if their partner stopped it before they did. As predicted, both players got worse over time. As the study concludes, "The co-player's presence led participants to act later, reduced their subjective sense of agency, and also attenuated the neural processing of action outcomes." Basically, it made them slower and dumber.

In 1968, two psychologists wanted to see what adults would do in an emergency when they were alone, versus when they were in a group. They started pumping fake smoke into a room while people filled out a questionnaire. When they were on their own, 75 percent of participants did something. When they were in a group, the dynamic almost completely reversed. More than 60 percent of them did nothing. They just kept working on the questionnaire.

When the researchers asked why, participants said they didn't want to look stressed or anxious. They figured if nobody else was doing anything, then there was nothing wrong. They figured they were just overreacting. They cared more about looking weird than letting the building burn down.

That's called pluralistic ignorance.

You see similar results in studies over the last several decades. On their own, people generally take more responsibility.

There's nobody else to do it.

When you put them into groups, they start acting selfish and stupid. They look to each other for validation first. If they don't get any signals to act, then they'll ignore what their own eyes are telling them. The more people you add to a situation, the more passive they become, the less likely they jump into action.

About a decade after the smoke study, another team of psychologists ran a similar experiment, but this time it was a man beating a woman in public. Participants intervened when they thought the man was a stranger. When they thought the man was her husband, they didn't do anything. That's called confusion of responsibility, when bystanders think it's not their place to step in or step up to help, or they're afraid helping will get them into trouble with some kind of authority figure.

A 2018 study looked at the brain's natural response to emergencies. They observed a significant drop in the central gyrus and the prefrontal cortex, the parts of your brain associated with helping. A person's first reaction is to preserve themselves. Their brain has to cross an empathy or compassion threshold in order to risk their own safety and security by helping someone. Basically, they have to care more about the person in danger than themselves.

A 2019 study in Aggressive Behavior found that friends and family members help each other when strangers don't. In fact, knowing the person makes you roughly 20 times more likely to help. Flip that, and you see that if someone doesn't know you, they're 20 times less likely to get involved.

Saturation also plays a role.

When you add more people to a situation, there's less for them to do. At least, that's what they usually think. If someone's already helping, then bystanders are less likely to get involved.

The gravity of an emergency also makes a difference. Basically, an emergency has to look bad enough to get someone's attention, but not so bad that it triggers their self-protection instincts.

You can see why this setup poses a problem when it comes to a crisis that falls way above or way below that threshold.

The climate crisis and the pandemicene hit us right in the middle of the bystander effect, exploiting pluralistic ignorance and diffusion of responsibility. It's exactly the kind of problem everyone wants someone else to do something about.

The super rich grasp this vulnerability, at least intuitively.

So do politicians.

They're perfectly happy to profit off our deaths and the destruction of our future while everyone stands around waiting for someone else to make the hard decisions, for someone else to make the personal sacrifices, for someone else to deal with the problem. Even worse, they use the inaction they see as an excuse for them to do nothing. After all, why should Monica give up her carbon bomb vacation when Heather is going to Italy?

As we've observed time and again, everyone reinforces each other's anxiety about looking weird if they're the only ones doing the right thing. They would rather sabotage their own health than violate social codes.

Some research has pushed back on the bystander effect, showing that people do tend to offer help even when they're in a crowd. However, the Aggressive Behavior study shows this likely happens because of accountability cues. In other words, they act because there's a camera present of some kind or some other indication that there's going to be consequences for not helping. That's why they help.

They don't want to look bad.

Here's the strangest part:

Most people know about the diffusion of social responsibility, along with terms like social loafing and pluralistic ignorance. If they don't, they've heard the story of Kitty Genovese, even if it's exaggerated. We have countless examples of societies allowing moral crime and social murder to happen right in front of them, simply because their membership in society itself encouraged their silence and complicity.

They know all this, but they still decide to stay silent and complicit when it's happening right in front of them.

Maybe psychologists should study that.

Even when people know about these psychological and sociological hangups, they still choose to dwell in denial and wishful thinking. They tell themselves it's different this time, or there's some kind of exception to excuse it. They still choose to stand around and wait for someone else to do the right thing, until it's too late. They're really good at admitting fault and promising to do better after the fact, especially when they can fall back on a diffusion of responsibility as the reason.

Then they wait for everyone to forget.

Rinse and repeat.

It's ironic that we keep talking about society and community as something that calls on us to summon our better selves and help each other, when our actions continue to prove that group behavior often leads us to making bad decisions and indulging in our worst selves.

Simply being in a community isn't enough.

You have to do something.

[magicalmanhattanproject]

so the union just has not bothered emailing quackity

For context, Mathis Benguigui is the leader of the union that's been trying to go after the QSMP. By tweeting at Quackity. They claim he has been ignoring their contact requests so they're threatening to sue.

[ID: Twitter conversation between two users and Mathis Benguigui. op says "hiiii! i was just wondering if there's been any attempt at contact him via his email? recently he stated his email is the best way to contact him so I thought I'd pass that information along in case you didn't know" Mathis replies "It's up to him to contact us" A second person replies "wait so you just haven't contacted him properly?? i agree he needs to be held accountable but he doesn't use twitter you need to actually email him so he KNOWS to contact you he wont see this /gen"

Mathis replies "He's a CEO, if he wants to save problems he has to go forward."

The second person replies "that doesn't change the fact that he needs to be contacted by you in order to know about needing to get in contact with you specifically though, if he doesn't use twitter requesting it on twitter is unfair, you need to email him. just posting it here where he won't see it is unprofessional"

Mathis replies "He's CEO of a company, don't tell me nobody has advised him about our public press release for 16 days now. It's his responsability." End ID]

[ID: Twitter conversations between Mathis Benguigui and another user. Mathis says "We can also be reached by email, we gave it twice."

The other user asks "Are you saying you emailed them twice?"

Mathis replies "No, we gave our email address twice. It's up to him." End ID]

[mariacallous]

Following a White House edict effectively banning federal employees from disclosing their personal pronouns in email signatures, sources within multiple federal agencies say pronouns are now being systemically blocked across multiple email clients and other software.

WIRED confirmed various automated efforts with employees at the United States Agency for International Development (USAID), the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), the General Services Administration (GSA), the US Department of Agriculture, and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC).

The employees spoke to WIRED on condition of anonymity, citing fears of retaliation.

Multiple agency directors sent emails over the weekend telling staff that, due to President Donald Trump’s executive order, their offices would be removing the pronoun capability from Office 365. Employees were told they’d also need to remove pronouns from their email signatures in order to comply with the directive.

A staffer at USAID says the formal deactivation of their ability to list pronouns occurred last week, in response to executive orders defining sexes issued by President Trump on his first day in office. A GSA staffer says pronouns were wiped from employees’ email signatures after hours on Friday and were also no longer visible in Slack, the workplace messaging app. At the CDC, there used to be a section for employees to share their pronouns on their Teams profiles, another workplace app. That field no longer exists.

Reached for comment, the White House transferred WIRED to OPM communications director McLaurine Pinover, who pointed to January 29 memorandum ordering agencies to disable all features “that prompt users for their pronouns.”

The ban on personal pronouns follows sweeping efforts by the White House to eliminate programs that encourage diversity and social justice within the federal government, as well as other references to “diversity, equity, and inclusion” in federal employees’ discourse.

In a striking example of the policy in action, an image surfaced last week of a wall being painted over at the Federal Bureau of Investigation's Quantico, Virginia, academy due to it listing "diversity" among the bureau's core values. (According to an email from the FBI’s Office of Integrity and Compliance obtained by Mother Jones, the bureau no longer counts "diversity" among its core values.)

The Trump administration began a radical campaign last week aimed at inducing members of the federal workforce to leave their jobs ahead of threatened reductions. The effort is spearheaded by Elon Musk, leader of the so-called Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE), a task force that has effectively seized control of several federal agencies and sensitive government systems with apparent clearance from the White House.

WIRED reported last week that Musk’s outfit had effectively taken over the Office of Personnel Management, the US government’s human resources department. In this and other efforts, it is employing inexperienced young engineers whose ages range from 19 to 24—many of whom, public records show, are former interns or have been affiliated with Musk-aligned companies.

OPM emailed federal workers on January 28 with a “deferred resignation offer,” sparking widespread confusion among federal workers. (DOGE’s own new HR chief was unable to answer basic questions about the offer in a contentious staff meeting last week, WIRED reported.) In an email to staff Sunday evening, OPM clarified whether the deferred resignation program complied with existing privacy laws. “Yes,” read the answer. “The deferred resignation program uses only basic contact information about federal employees, like name and government address, along with short, voluntary email responses. The information is stored on government systems. To the extent that the Privacy Act applies, all information relevant to the program is covered by existing OPM System Records Notices.”

Multiple agency sources told WIRED last week that several of Musk's lieutenants had been granted access to key computer systems controlled by the GSA, an independent agency tasked by Congress with overseeing federal buildings and providing equipment, supplies, and IT support across the government.

[musiclovingmoth]

after barely a day of my poll being up it seems like so many people know about and really love natural history collections which makes my heart sing!! i would love for my fellow natural history nerds to rise up and sign this petition to protect one!!

duke university is CLOSING its herbarium which holds over 800,000 plant/fungus/algae specimens including 2,000 types spanning 180 years of collection effort all across the planet. it is the second largest private university herbarium in the entire united states. this is really bad!! i will explain in short terms:

every natural history collection's purpose is to collect and maintain specimens, which are collectively supposed to be a thorough representation of biodiversity across time and space. when sampled at regular intervals at the same places, specimens can tell endless stories about changes in shape, abundance, range, genetics, and SO much more. basically, they are a big sample size to use in all manner of studies, including those that concern climate change and biodiversity loss! new species and evolutionary relationships are constantly discovered at collections even when specimens are like 100 years old. duke has recently championed itself as a global leader in biodiversity research which is honestly in jawdropping conflict with its move to close its herbarium. this herbarium not only supplies duke researchers with material but researchers all over the world. specimens have been cited in over 46,000 publications and over 13,000 since 2019 alone. we have old shit in our cabinets but the science is anything but history!

faculty and staff have 2-3 years to move the specimens elsewhere which is NOT enough time for 800,000 old dried plant/fungus specimens. this is an issue in even the BEST natural history collections at the biggest institutions but collections are pretty much always understaffed and underpaid. a university collection usually relies a lot on student labor and you know they do not have the time to be contributing to this move. to find collections that would take these specimens AND allocate the manpower and time needed to send them off is not feasible. types, especially holotypes should really NEVER be transported because they serve as the exemplar for the characteristics of the species it represents. i do not feel good about hurrying 800,000 old, fragile specimens including 2,000 types getting moved in a short amount of time by a few people. i do not want to know what will happen to the remaining specimens that don't make it out in time.

this sets a really dangerous precedent for other university collections across the world. this is not a random state school, this is duke university, which is practically an ivy league. if they close such a prominent and respected collection just because they're not 260% maximizing their profits, it may let other greedy university admins know they can get away with the same. i've only been in the professional collections world for a short time but shutting down a collection let alone one as big as duke's is almost UNHEARD of. i haven't seen scientists band together so strongly and quickly over an issue (i'm in an ENTOMOLOGY collections listserv and someone advocated for emailing duke admin against this decision), probably because they can all agree on how strongly this could impact climate and biodiversity research and policymaking down the road.

tl;dr if duke herbarium really closes, we would be losing a vital hub for ongoing and future research that helps us understand how our world is changing through the dynamics of our plants and their allies. other institutions might see this and follow suit with their own collections.

[beardedmrbean]

A 139-year-old Massachusetts paper was slated to publish its last editition Wednesday, after it agreed to a $1.1 million settlement in a defamation case filed by the mayor of the city of Everett, who accused the publication of falsifying quotes as part of a brutal smear campaign.

“What the Everett Leader Herald, its owner, and its publisher and editor did to my family and me — publishing article after article, accusation after accusation about me that they knew were false, that they knew they had no basis for, for the avowed purpose of destroying my reputation to serve their own personal financial interest — wasn’t just dishonest. It was corrupt,” Everett Mayor Carlo DeMaria said at a press conference after the settlement.

The settlement, announced Monday, ended a defamation suit originally filed in 2021, in which DeMaria accused the Leader Herald’s publisher and editor, Joshua Resnek, and owner, Mathew Philbin, of regularly putting out articles they knew to be false.

The pieces dubbed the mayor “Kickback Carlo” and accused him of taking bribes and committing extortion.

In the course of the suit, Resnek admitted to working to “drop bombs” on the mayor by writing false stories ahead of a mayoral primary.

The complaint alleged the men went after DeMaria in retaliation for the mayor not supporing Philbin’s business interests.

“Each week, 52 times a year, I invent the Leader Herald … The mayor is my enemy … It takes me two days away from important writing every week to create this s***,” Resnek wrote in one email included in court documents, according to Boston.com.

The Independent has contacted Resnek for comment.

He apologized for his conduct last year, saying he was “embarrassed.”

The Independent was unable to contact Philbin for comment.

With the demise of the Leader Herald, which began printing in 1885, the city is down to two local news publications.

“It will be very hard to find either local paper writing anything that isn’t pro-mayor or pro-administration,” Everett resident Paula Sterite told WGBH this week. “We’re stuck with propaganda.”

Observers said the case was a textbook example of defamation, which relies on showing an individual had “actual malice” in deliberately spreading false information that damages someone’s reputation.

“You will not find a clearer example of actual malice,” Northeastern journalist professor Dan Kennedy wrote in a recent blog post.

DeMaria’s attorney said he worries the newspaper’s fabrications will further harm Americans’ trust in journalism. “I, like other people, note the lack of trust that Americans have in the media, wrongly or rightly or both,” Jeff Robbins told the Boston Globe. “This is the kind of set of facts which really does damage to journalists who work their tails off to do the right thing.”

[glowettee]

✧ pre-med extracurriculars: for my future doctor angels ✧

hi my lovely pre-med angels!! 🤍 it's mindy hereee!

today's post is extra special because so many of you have been asking about extracurriculars for medical school!! if you know, my ultimate dream is to become a doctor, i'd love to either be a psychiatrist or a cardiologist, so anything medical-related is my favorite cup of coffee!! i'm literally so excited to share this comprehensive guide that will help you shine on your future applications. this post is for you if you're in high school or college, this guide will be your bestie through the journey!!

~ ♡ for my precious high school sweethearts ♡ ~

hospital + healthcare volunteering (my absolute fave!!) • aim for 100-150 hours minimum • try different departments to explore • build relationships with nurses + staff • pro tip: volunteer during summer break for more hours • keep a reflection journal of your experiences • bonus: ask for recommendation letters if you connect well!!

research opportunities • reach out to local universities • email professors about summer programs • join science fairs with medical projects • create your own research project • tip: start with literature reviews if labs aren't available • document everything for future applications!!

leadership + school involvement • start a medical interest club • lead health awareness campaigns • organize blood drives • create mental health support groups • join science olympiad • participate in biology competitions • personal story: i started a "future doctors club" + it literally changed my life!!

~ ♡ for my darling college angels ♡ ~

clinical experience (super important!!) • medical scribing (literally the best!!) • certified nursing assistant (CNA) • emergency medical technician (EMT) • phlebotomy certification + gain a bunch of different certifications online • medical assistant • tip: aim for 200+ hours minimum • pro secret: try different specialties!!

research involvement • join multiple labs if possible • aim for publication opportunities • present at conferences • write abstracts + papers • network with graduate students • maintain good relationships with PIs • secret tip: join journal clubs!!

leadership positions • pre-med society officer • tutoring coordinator • mentorship program leader • research team leader • volunteer coordinator • tip: create new positions if none exist!!

~ ♡ extra special activities for everyone ♡ ~

medical mission trips (life-changing!!)

start a health education blog

create medical awareness social media

join medical podcasting

organize health fairs

volunteer at free/non-profit clinics

shadow different specialists

join pre-med summer programs

work as a pharmacy technician

volunteer at nursing homes

organize medical supply drives

create health education programs

~ ♡ my personal tips + secrets ♡ ~

quality over quantity always!!

maintain each activity for at least 6 months

document everything (literally everything!!)

take lots of pictures (for memories + portfolio)

get contact info from supervisors

keep detailed reflection journals

network with other pre-meds

create spreadsheets to track hours

always ask for recommendation letters

maintain professional relationships

~ ♡ time management secrets ♡ ~

use google calendar religiously

block schedule your activities

don't overcommit (seriously!!)

maintain 2-3 main activities

rotate seasonal activities

leave time for self-care

schedule study breaks

plan one year ahead

keep backup activities ready

remember my loves: medical schools want to see dedication + passion!! don't just collect activities like pokemon cards (even tho that would be cute). focus on meaningful experiences that truly speak to your heart!!

pro tip: start a bullet journal to track your journey!! include your thoughts, feelings, and learning experiences. future you will literally cry happy tears when writing your personal statement!!

also!! please please please remember that your mental health comes first!! it's okay to take breaks, it's okay to say no, and it's absolutely okay to prioritize self-care. you'll be a better doctor if you learn these habits now!!

sending you the biggest virtual hugs + all my love!! you're doing amazing sweetie, and your future patients will be so lucky to have you!!

feel free to send more asks if you need specific advice!! i'm always here to support my precious future doctors and followers i call my sweetheart community!!

xoxo, mindy 🤍

p.s. remember to hydrate, get enough sleep, and take your vitamins!! doctor's orders!! <3

p.p.s. i'll be sharing more detailed guides about each activity soon, so stay tuned my loves!!

btw, if you need personal study advice or anything, submit to glowettee hotline 💌: https://bit.ly/glowetteehotline

[osmanthusoolong]

“Lia Hess, chair of the board of the Estonian Summer Camp Society, said in an emailed statement to CBC News that the monument was installed by Estonian war veterans who came to Canada as refugees in the 1940s and 1950s.

"The Estonian and Jewish communities share a common hatred and disgust of all totalitarian and oppressive regimes," Hess said in her statement.

"The Estonian summer camp does not now and has never honoured Nazi collaborators and our children have never been indoctrinated into worshipping Nazi leaders as alleged."

She added that the campers also commemorate Black Ribbon Day, which is formally recognized by the European Union and Canada as a day of remembrance for victims of Stalinism and Nazism.

"Flowers were placed in remembrance at the base of this plaque, like one who grieves at a grave. We are remembering those that died and the importance of defending our independent country, language, traditions and customs," Hess's statement says.”

So definitely not indoctrination of children into worshipping Nazi leaders, just placing flowers at their monuments and teaching them about how great they and their beliefs were. Totally a different thing.

“Eva Plach, an associate professor of history at Wilfrid Laurier University, said that when the Swords Monument was erected decades ago, Estonia was still a part of the Soviet Union and its people were fighting for independence.

"What always needs to be remembered in this region is that kind of active military resistance to the Soviet Union often meant collaboration with Nazi Germany," Plach said, explaining how Rebane and Riipalu could have once been celebrated within the Estonian community while also being a part of the Nazi military.”

I wonder if there’s a word for someone who allies themselves with Nazis and works alongside them to further their goals.

“”After the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (USSR) was formally dissolved as a sovereign state, Estonia, the Baltic States and other countries "were trying to rewrite or understand better" their Second World War histories, Plach said.

"They were looking for nationalist heroes. They were looking for feel-good nationalist stories, where it was really difficult to find those stories and it was complicated, too."”

That actually doesn’t seem very complicated at all. It in fact seems pretty straightforward that you’re not gonna look like anything but Nazis if you venerate your Nazi heritage.

Canada is full of shit like this. SS memorials in public cemeteries, summer camps where little kids can learn about their proud history as Nazi collaborators.

@allthecanadianpolitics

[miniaturefirefan]

USAID Update

This morning it appeared that the most pressing story of the day is the planned shutdown and dissolution of the USAID (United States Agency for International Development, an independent aid agency formed and funded by Congress). While our Glorious Leader has never been shy about his disdain for foreign aid, this is the most dramatic move he has initiated in that arena, claiming that the agency is "run by lunatics" and needs to be shut down.

According to sources on both sides, Secretary of State Marco Rubio has announced that he is the new acting administrator of USAID, and some reports (as yet unconfirmed) have named Peter Marocco as Rubio's choice of delegate to the agency. Marocco has been identified as likely present for the Jan 6 Insurrection in 2021, though no public statements have been made to confirm or deny this.

At 12:45AM on Monday morning, an email was sent to USAID staff who have offices in Washington DC, instructing them to work from home that day. Understandably, some employees were unable to read this message, as access to official systems had already been partially shut down.

USAID contractors in the field (that is, abroad in Ukraine, Israel, Egypt, and other locations) are effectively stranded at the moment, unable to access official systems or emails, and do not know whether or not securing transport back to the US will be approved or reimbursed.

---

To the extent of my knowledge, these are the prescient facts of the case, but I feel it important to add some flavor text, if you will. The USAID is one of the world's largest sources of developmental and humanitarian aid, and is largely responsible for the disbursement and transport of humanitarian supplies into the Gaza Strip. Should these supplies be discontinued, there is a non-zero chance that the ceasefire brokered by the previous administration and the French government between the warring factions may fall apart. In addition, sources on the ground in Gaza have reported that due to actions by the Israeli government deemed criminal by the ICC (International Criminal Court) the civilian population of Gaza are in a state of imminent starvation. Without the food and supplies offered by the USAID efforts in Gaza, thousands of civilians will suffer and very likely die.

There is no political goal, standard, or deal that's worth the deaths of thousands of civilians.

Later today I will be publishing templates for reaching out to members of Congress concerning this issue via email, fax, and phone. This isn't something we can stay silent about.

All information has been fact-checked through Ground News, and articles were sourced from across the political spectrum.

[madameaug]

Remember the Dream || Scott Summers

Pairing: Scott Summers x Black Female Mutant Reader

Ten years had gone by since the untimely passing of Charles Xavier. The voice for mutant rights and the most prominent advocate for the coexistence of mutants and mankind. Today marked a solemn anniversary the eternal rest of his physical body. But his message lived on- or so he had hoped.

Xavier believed his dream would flourish through the hearts of his students and the countless lives they touched. However, it appeared more than evident that his dream was buried alongside him. His beloved students parted ways not long after his funeral.

The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters was shut down within a year, and its iconic halls were abandoned. Students have to be redistricted to other schools. Over time, ivy and wild weeds claimed the brick exterior, turning the once pristine grounds into a ghost of its former self. The X-men had effectively disbanded. Some said they were on hiatus but others knew the truth: they were scattered, lost without their leader.

That's why it was so shocking to see the news headline flash across the breakroom TV:

'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters Demolition Next Monday'

The title alone was enough to freeze you in your tracks. One by one her colleagues gathered around the screen. Someone turned up the volume as Gwendolyn Branch, a local reporter, delivered the story with practiced detachment.

"CEO of Dynamico Industries, Morgan Hills has purchased the former school for mutants for an undisclosed amount. The property, once heralded as a safe haven for young mutants, will be turned into commercial use. Dynamico's representatives have declined to comment at this time. This is Gwendolyn Branch reporting for your five o'clock news."

"Good riddance." Ruben clicked off the news segment, turning the public television to a college basketball game. He didn't even try to mask the disdain in his voice.

You learned early on that Ruben's opinions, were always delivered with sharp edges. In fact his bias seemed to embolden others in the office to share their own. Conversations like these were why you avoided the water cooler crowd. Divisive topics about mutants always led to cliques forming, and for your sake, it was better for you to remain silent.

You continued to enjoy the few minutes of your lunch before your next meeting. Your silence on the ongoing conversation in the lunch room seemed to catch Ruben's attention.

"I'm sure your old man is jumping for joy, ain't that right Kelly?"

"I don't know why don't you ask him for me." You offered a fake-nice smile. You put your fork down, making direct eye contact with him.

The room grew quieter, the background chatter fading. Ruben pulled the seat across from you underneath his body. He now sat in the chair backward.

"That's right, I forgot. Daddy issues."

"Step-father." You corrected. A distinction you made sure to clear up every time it eventually came up in conversation. Your mother met the now senator not long after your biological father signed over his parental rights, officially walking out on the both of you. Too overwhelmed with the idea of single motherhood your mother corrected your birth certificate giving you his last name.

Your stepfather's extremist anti-mutant stance had cast a long shadow over her life. As a prominent figure of human supremacy, he had spewed rhetoric that endangered mutants daily. His political stature painted an unwanted target on your back. People at the firm assumed that you shared the same views as him, but nothing could be further from the truth.

Not that you ever felt compelled to prove herself to anyone.

"Now, if you excuse me," you stood up, snapping your Tupperware shut. "Some of us have a job to do."

The glass door to your office clicked softly behind you as you returned to the tranquil silence of her desk. But the tranquility was short-lived. You now had to tackle the fifty new emails in her inbox when your office phone rang.

"Hello?" You answered the phone as usual, as your hands typed on your keyboard. There was a silence on the other side of the line. Glancing at the number again, it didn't register to any of her clients or any familiar caller ID.

Repeating yourself again, you waited for a response. In pure coincidence, you looked outside your window. Nothing in particular catching your eye of the busy New York streets. Hundreds of people passing the law firm.

A strange feeling crept up your spine. Turning your head, your eyes drifted to the telephone booth across from the firm. At first, nothing stood out, just pedestrians hurrying past each other. But then you saw a glint of light reflect of maroon red shades. You could see a man's figure in the telephone booth. A trenchcoat and a baseball cap on his head, doing everything in his power to blend in.

"You can't be serious?" you whispered. You stood ridged, the office phone still in your hand. The man tilted his head slightly, adjusting his glasses.

"We need to talk."

"After ten years, this is how you reach out to me? A cryptic phone call. Really?"

"I doubt you would have liked if I went in the firm." You glanced at your office door, then back at the window.

"You'd be right about that."

"Meet me tonight." He said, turning half of his body now facing your office window. "Our old spot."

The line went dead before she could respond.

Removing the business casual attire from work you changed into something more casual. The impending conversation with Scott pressing heavily on your mind. What exactly did he want to talk to you about?

You hadn't seen him in a decade-not since the funeral, not since the school shut down. They had lost touch, and that was putting the situation lightly.

The New York streets on this side of town was uncharacstically quiet in compared to other boroughs of the city. Bayville, New York, was a combination of low-income housing with speckled areas of modern homes. Gentrification spread across the town as the years went by. Before multi-million dollar condos popped up it was the kind of place people went to disappear. Police actively avoided this area, as members of the community took an active no-police involvement stance. Any discreptions that occurred were solved between the community. It was the perfect place to feel outcasted to hide. A perfect place to hide in plain sight.

Scott sat in the back corner away from the few patrons in bar. He too was also in a trench coat that was draped over his shoulders. His elbows were on the table, fingers interlocked with each other. He appeared to be in deep thought. The same dark sunglasses she saw him with earlier. His posture was guarded, his shoulders hunched slightly as if the weight of the world rested on them.

You walked toward him, your heeled booths clicked on the tiled floor.

"You're getting old Summers." You slide into the chair across from him. His lips curved into a small humorless smile.

"Funny, You on the other hand-"

"Careful," you warned.

He chuckled softly, the sound warming her more than she wanted to admit. "I was going to say you've grown into yourself. More confident."

Unsure if you should accept the compliment or dissect you let his comment go.

"So talk. What's so urgent that you needed to drag me into this."

Scott reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a worn envelope. He slid it across the table to her. “This is what they don’t want you to see.”

Yout hesitated before picking it up. Inside were photocopied documents—legal contracts, zoning permits, and financial agreements. Her eyes scanned the pages quickly, your brow furrowing.

“This isn't just redevelopment…” she murmured. “This is erasure."

Scott nodded grimly. “They’re destroying the school, its history, and everything it stood for.”

“And you think I can help with this how, exactly?” she asked, setting the papers down. “I’m a lawyer, Scott, not a superhero. Those days are over for me.”

"That's why I need your help. You've got the legal expertise. And, well... I trust you." he said, his voice lowered but remaining firm.

"This looks complicated Scott."

"When has it ever been easy." You looked at him for a moment. Noticing the little signs of aging on his face. His signature stubble with patches of grey hairs. Even with the glasses, there was still a fire in his eyes. The determination had not wavered after all these years.

"It's about ensuring the next generation has a chance like we did."

The logical part of you wanted to tell him no, to leave you alone. That you finally found normalcy in your life, and wasn't going to through it out the window just because he asked her too. But deep down, you knew he was right.

You crossed your legs. "Do you still believe in the dream?

"I have to. It's the only thing keeping me going." The vulnerability in his voice melted your heart.

"What's your plan?" You asked, not quite getting on board yet.

It didn't surprise you that Scott came prepared with multiple plans to accomplish his goal. He always had plans for everything. Even ten years later some things never change.

"First we stop the demolition. That means hitting Dynamico where it hurts- legally, financially, and publically."

“And after that?”

He hesitated, his hands clasping together on the table. “After that… we bring the X-Men back.”

You failed to control your facial expression. Your eyes squinting unsure if you heard his correctly. You paused waiting for him to correct himself, but he remained quiet.

"You're serious."

"As serious as I've ever been," his voice steady. "The world still needs us, more than ever."

"Alright, Summers" You said, "Let's see if we can make this crazy plan on your work."

"We've done crazier things." He smiled again.

Leaving the bar you both walked down the uneven pavement.

"Okay, so you want to bring the team back. But it's not like we can just snap our fingers and expect everyone to show up."

Scott’s expression faltered slightly, and he adjusted his sunglasses, a familiar tic you recognized from years ago. “I’ve tried. Some were easier to find than others. And… not everyone is eager to come back.”

You tilted your head. “Who’d you talk to?”

“Let’s start with the easy ones.” Scott exhaled. “Hank’s still teaching. He’s at a private research institute, working under the radar. He… wasn’t exactly thrilled when I brought up the idea of reforming the team. Said he’s done fighting. Said it’s time to let go of the dream.”

You frowned.

“That doesn’t sound like the Hank I remember. He always believed in the dream, even when things got rough.”

Scott shrugged. “Ten years can change a person.”

“What about Ororo?” you asked.

“Storm’s back in Kenya,” he said, his voice softening. “She’s doing what she does best—helping people. She’s rebuilt her community, her family. When I reached out, she told me her priorities have shifted. She didn’t say no outright, but I could tell she’s hesitant. She’s… moved on.”

“And Logan?”

Scott’s lips pressed into a thin line, and his jaw tightened. “He’s… gone.”

Your heart sank. “Gone? As in—”

“No,” Scott interrupted quickly, shaking his head. “Not dead. At least, not that I know of. But he’s off the grid. No one’s seen or heard from him in years. Knowing Logan, he’s probably somewhere in the Canadian wilderness, doing what he does best—brooding and avoiding people.”

“Sounds about right. And Jean?”

Scott hesitated, he looked away. He stuffed his hands in his coat pocket. A small but telling gesture.

“She’s… not here,” he said quietly.

The words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. You didn’t press further. She knew better than to dig into wounds that were still raw.

“What about Rogue? Bobby? Kitty?” you asked, steering the conversation back to safer ground.

Scott’s expression lightened slightly. “Rogue’s in New Orleans. She and Remy are running a community center for mutant kids. She said she’d think about coming back, but only if it won’t disrupt what they’ve built.”

“Remy, huh?” You said with a small smile. “So those two finally figured it out?”

“Looks like it,” Scott said, a hint of amusement. “Bobby’s teaching high school somewhere in the Midwest. He seemed… content. Kitty’s in London, working with Excalibur. She said she’d be willing to help from afar but doesn’t think she can leave her current team.”

You briefly stopped in your tracks, taking in all the information.

"So let me get this straight. You're trying to rebuild the X-Men with a team scattered across the globe. Half don't want to come back, and the other half moved on with their lives. Do you realize how insane that sounds?"

"Like I said, when has it ever been easy." He smirked faintly.

Fair point. Scott stood a few steps before you, coincidently, under a street light. He looked at you, waiting for you to continue walking with him. From the little amount that you did know, this didn't sound like it was about to be a quick in-and-out mission.

It was you and Scott having to carry out this mission, until the others came to their sense and rejoin the team.

"Please don't make me regret this." You huffed under your breath, stepping a few feet closer.

"If we're going to do this, we do it right. We're a team."

Scott nodded, a flicker of determination sparking in his expression. “Agreed. And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” he said, his voice soft but genuine.

Continuing on their walk, the conversation changed into a lighter tone.

"What exactly have you been up to for the last decade? Other than making cryptic phone calls." Your tone was humorous.

“Nothing as exciting as it sounds. After everything fell apart, I went underground. Tried to help where I could—mutants being targeted, families torn apart. But without the X-Men, it was... different. Smaller scale.”

“That doesn’t sound small at all,” You said, her voice softer now.

He shrugged. “It felt small. Like putting out fires while the whole building burned. And you? What about you, Y/N? You’re… a lawyer now?”

You laughed lightly. “Yeah, imagine that. Little old me, trying to make sense of this world with contracts and legal jargon. It’s… exhausting, but it pays the bills.”

Scott raised an eyebrow. “You say that like it doesn’t mean something to you.”

You thought for a moment before responding. “It does. I like helping people, even if it’s just navigating the mess that is our legal system. But it’s not…” You hesitated, searching for the right words. “It’s not what I imagined myself doing back then.”

“Back then,” Scott echoed, nodding slowly. “Feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” you agreed. “But sometimes, it still feels too close. Like at work—there’s this guy, Ruben. He’s one of those people who says every nasty thing that comes to his mind because he knows no one will call him out on it. He doesn’t know I’m a mutant, obviously, but he says enough that I know exactly how he’d react if he did.”

Scott frowned, his jaw tightening. “Sounds like someone I’d like to have a word with.”

You smirked. “Don’t worry about him. I’ve learned how to handle people like that. But… it’s not just Ruben. My stepfather’s at it again. He’s sponsoring this bill that would require mandatory DNA testing for everyone to identify whether or not they carry the X-gene.”

Scott stopped walking, turning to face you fully. “What?”

Your expression darkening. “It’s called the Genomic Transparency Act. He’s dressing it up as some public safety measure, but we both know it’s just another way to target mutants. To single us out.”

Scott’s fists clenched at his sides. “That’s... dangerous, Y/N. If something like that passes—”

“I know,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “Believe me, I know. If this bill gains traction…”

Her voice trailed off, but the weight of her words hung in the air.

“We can’t let that happen,” Scott said after a moment.

“I’m not sure how to stop it,” You admitted. “He’s got powerful allies, and the bill is already gaining support in certain circles. It’s not like I can waltz into Congress and argue against him without outing myself in the process.”

Scott’s expression softened as he looked at her. “You’re not alone in this, Y/N. We’ll figure something out.”

She looked at him, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them. “You always say ‘we.’ Like there’s still an ‘us.’ ”

“There is,” Scott said without hesitation. “There always will be.”

You swallowed hard, glancing away as they resumed walking. The conversation had shifted something between them that felt too heavy to confront directly.

“Yeah, you’re a real enigma, Summers,” Y/N teased, shaking her head.