#and we like. work on this projects - THAT WE ARE NOT PAID TO WORK FOR SO *WE* GET TO PAY FOR ALL THE MATERIALS AND SHIT FOR THEM.

[revcleo]

while things aren't amazing here (listen to trashfuture to learn more) our worst case scenario is typically turning in the USA (no workers rights, no universal healthcare, no help from the government, massive homeless and drug problem) we just tend to complain about things which are accepted as normal in the USA.

Also the USA has unreliable news on the tv, and we have unreliable news in the papers, it's the reverse. If you want proper news about the UK you need to either watch channel 4 news inc. the local versions, or read the financial times.

Our current main problems are: Tory disinvesment in the NHS has increased waiting times across the board, with some people not getting ambulances for hours, and others having to wait up to 12 hours in A&E (standard times are supposed to be below 4 hours) and there's still a backlog on routine surgeries and checks since covid, meaning people are having to wait ages for certain non-emergency health problems to be investigated, which at very least can put their life on hold for months.

Insitutional transphobia in the Government trying to do what they can to fuck with trans kids, leading to (ignored by the wider media) protests by the group "Trans Kids Deserve Better" and fighting in the courts by The Good Law project. There's also massive waiting lists for NHS trans healthcare due to an intentional lack of investment. See writing and such at Trans Wrights, especially by Abigail Thorne. Note: on everyday life it's ok being trans tbh, most people don't want to be an asshole to you and GPs on the most tend to be understanding, with a few who are trying to refuse care but that's been fought also.

Our previously clean rivers are full of poo because the tories disinvested the environmental watchdog, meaning that the water companies have been dumping sewage in the rivers where previously they got fined, because there aren't enough people to officially notice and say "hey, don't do that."

Tories previously tried to cancel a big new fast trainline from the south of the country to the north of the country and make it stop only in the midlands, making it basically useless. People are now trying to find ways to bring it back and make the train capacity on the network better, so people can stop taking crowded and expensive trains.

Elon musk (can one of you guys please contain him or something) is trying to stir up some shit by insinuating he'll give a lot of money to either the new racist party who appeal to the working class (Reform), or the old racist party who appeal to the upper class (Tories), and yes it's still racist even if a Black woman is the head of the Tories now.

UK also suffering the long effects of Neo Liberalism and disinvesment in public services, but recently Labour have finally changed their accounting to mean they count buildings and stuff as having public monetary value, rather than it just being on in/out, so maybe we'll get some crumbling schools fixed up. There's also still too many people needing foodbanks rather than having adequate amount of benefits, and it's a long tedious process to get enough benefits if you're disabled, and they keep trying to tell disabled people that if they can ever walk 3 steps unaided they're able bodied and can get a job instead.

Floods due to extra climate change rain, nothing bad like Spain had, still bad though.

We have loads of important jobs which need filling like teachers, doctors and nurses, but healthcare workers are getting burnt out and are doing things like completing their training here and then going off to Australia or the USA where they get paid more and do less work.

And we've been creating an environment where it's hard for people to immigrate, as well as the above racist parties trying to say immigration is bad because a few people have come over to the UK on boats from France (the numbers seem like a lot, but most recent immigration has been Ukranian refugees, and the numbers of other refugees or migrants is negiligible in terms of overall housing and care, plus if we didn't want them to come here then the better thing to do is stop climate change than put guns on the cliffs of Dover).

We do have controls on our heating (the heating cap) though it has been going up, due to the fact that a lot of gas in Europe came from Russia, and unfortunately we still have a lot of gas powered properties and we never nationalised the North Sea gas around Scotland (fucking thatcher once again). We have a lot of wind farms, but we have stupid rules which tie the price of electricity to the price of gas, so it's still expensive.

Farmers angry about having to pay inheritance tax, when it only affects big farms such as the ones being bought to avoid paying inheritance tax.

Other than that uhh we have some car-brained people who think that Low Traffic Neighbourhoods where only residents can drive their cars through it are a precursor to trapping them inside places where you can only go 15 minutes in any direction, because they have no idea what a 15-minute city means (it means having all you need within walking distance) and they are sad their shortcut zooming past someone's front garden is no longer allowed. LTNs are great for cycling and walking, and they reduce the amount of pollution around.

But yeah we do have absolute batshit articles, just remember our newspapers are shit with occasional information and that'll help you see things properly. We even have one city (Liverpool) in which one newspaper (The Sun) is considered persona non grata after a few decades ago it blamed them for their own deaths when a bunch of people going to watch the football got involved in a crush due to bad design and panic (Hillsborough)

so yeah like, we do have problems, but typically we are made to understand the problems of the US far more than people in the US are made to understand the problems of the UK, so if you do see an article like "Lord Coddleswallop says that poor should eat their own kids if they're hungry to save on bills" or "Lottie Middlesborough-West-Ealing says cancer treatment should be sold to the most racist man in belgium to save 5p per person" like those articles are a make-work scheme for failed aristocrats who got a ticket to the spectator garden party.

Whenever I think shit is bad here in America I see some headline from the UK like "Want To Shave Some Money Off Your £43,025 Heating Bill This Winter? Piss On Your Hands If They Get Cold" by some guy named Lord Sir Arthur Albert Pomphrey who holds 5 government positions and lives in a house worth $37,000,000,000,000,000

[patchwork-artists]

Hey you! Have you seen this post by @pigswithwings? Do you like it? Do you like animation? Well do I have the news for you! With the author's permission and consultance, I am running a 5 minute animation short film on it, called "Angel back at home"!

Now, here's the most exciting news: We are looking for storyboarders, background designers, and 3 voice actors of all genders! Even better, you don't need to be a professional on any of those things whatsoever, only have some knowledge on them (and be of minimum age 16) to try and apply for the role!

Unfortunately, it is not paid, as for legal reasons we can not make profit out of it. Why should you join then, you ask? In this project we guarantee three things:

Portifolio building: Everything you will be producing, you can be using to add to your personal art portifolio, if this is a career you'd like to follow!

Resume: The short-film will be hosted on several film festivals, so you'll be able to put a big list of festivals your work was featured in, if you'd like to follow any art career. If not, the entire experience can be written in several bullet points on a resume ("experience with working in group", "experience of working within a deadline", etc) for any general job.

Advice and art growth: Every art that gets made on this project will be seen by me, the producer, and will be given advice for improvement. This is especially good if you've been on an art block, is self-taught, or overall would like a different perspective on your art. Don't worry, I'm not harsh!

Additional points is that it allows me to know new artists and new talents! From the last project I had run in this format, I had taken notice of 5 to 6 different artists that I hadn't known were so talented for their specific skills, which made me keep their names for the next project I'd produce. I am someone who dreams of opening an animation studio for new underrated talents and non-professionals that are studying to be professionals, so i'm looking forward to finding the artists on this project that will catch my eye and I'll bring over to the next project.

The timing is flexible since it is a volunteer ran project, if I can't pay I can't demand work hours of a job, so the deadline won't be too tight. For 5 minutes of film, the boards, voice acting, and single music will all in total take about 3 months, with the deadline starting in ferbuary and ending in the end of April. The following months will be given towards animation, sound editing and mixing, and video editing.

Requirements for storyboarders: Know how to draw, understand rule of thirds, enjoy drawing expressiveness through body language. You can be using any drawing device, whether that's computer, cellphone, or traditional, as long as you use the storyboard template in question and stay faithful to references.

Application link for storyboarders

Requirement for voice actors: have a somewhat good microphone(doesn't need to be professional and expensive, just good enough so we don't want to give the audio editors too much work), have interest in acting (preferably have had at least one theather class).

Application link for V/A

Lines for V/A

Requirement for background designer: Know how to draw or how to put together a 3d model of free assests, you don't need to be super experienced and specialized with drawing backgrounds but it'll be good to have a basic idea of it. You will be given specific references for the backgrounds, and you won't draw every single background, it'll be split work

Application link for background designer

Applications end by ferbuary 8th, but may be pushed forward if the applications are low. Everyone that passed will be noticed two days after.

Best of luck to everyone!

[lady-belz]

A Hard Day at the Office

⟶ pairing: Jin x Female Reader

⟶ word count: 6k+ 18+ // mdni

⟶ genre: angst, smut, fluff, coworkers to lovers au

⟶ content: officeworker!jin, hobi is a sneaky bestie, reader's inner voice is a ho and her name is IVY (aka "Inner Voice"), IVY does a lot of internal monologuing

⟶ warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content: kissing/making out, groping, unprotected sex (don't do it kids!), nipple play, oral (f. receiving), markings (hickeys & other bruising), a bit of dirty talk, fingering, teasing, multiple orgasms…

↬ a/n: this is based on Jin's promo photos from 'HAPPY'. The girls in our BTS discord group asked (i.e. begged) me to write Jinfic based on those pics, especially the one where he's on the floor laying on a chair and SMIRKING! And thank you to my gal, Nightshade for giving Inner Voice a name. IVY may make an appearance again in a future fic.

You were slightly confused as to why you were being called to your CEO’s office in the middle of the day. As far as you were aware, you hadn’t done anything worthy of being fired or getting demoted as the office manager.

You knocked on the solid oak door and was bade to enter. You stepped inside, schooling your features so you didn’t look as nervous as you felt.

”You wanted to see me, sir?” you asked politely.

”Yes, please sit, Y/n.”

”Am I in trouble, sir?” you asked as you sat before his desk. He looked at you in surprise for a moment before he burst out laughing.

”Absolutely not. You’re one of my best managers in this company. Firing you would be like cutting off my left leg and I’m right handed.” he chuckled. You breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at the same time. “I called you in here because we have a new employee I need you to train.”

”Oh! I’m guessing they’re taking Geena’s spot?”

Geena, who had been your assistant, had recently gotten married and decided she wanted to be a stay-at-home wife. There hadn’t been the time to fill her position as it was one of the more busy seasons for the advertising firm.

”They are, or rather, he is.” He pointed to a spot over your shoulder and you turned in your seat to look. All the air was knocked from your body as you got a good look at the man standing there. You vaguely heard your boss introduce him.

Kim Seokjin… who would become your greatest weakness in the coming months.

But you did the job you were paid to do and trained him. He was a fast learner.

Kim Seokjin, quiet, shy and introverted, but also a very hard worker.

He grabbed your notice the moment you met him. Tasked with training him to be as good if not better than Geena was no hardship. But he made you so flustered and nervous, it was hard not to act foolish in front of him.

The January Coffee Incident comes to mind. The absolute worst day in the world that you chose to wear an all white suit to work.

You had been walking and going over some things with one of the project technicians when he came into the office. He looked absolutely gorgeous in a navy blue sweater, black framed glasses and white pants. He saw you and gave you a warm smile in greeting.

You tripped over your own two feet, crashed into a nearby desk and knocked your iced coffee all over yourself, soaking you from neck to groin to the point where everything became practically see-through.

And he witnessed the whole thing.

The ice made your nipples hard and you were unaware that his eyes had given you a very slow once over.

You couldn’t really avoid him after that day since he had the desk directly across the aisle from yours.

He was friendly to everybody, would go out of his way to help anyone in need. Including you, even though you felt like the world’s biggest klutz whenever you were around him.

The January Coffee Incident again comes to mind. You never wore a white suit to work ever again.

Sad to say – you developed a really huge crush on him.

Your best friend, Hoseok liked to tease you about it every chance he got. He kept encouraging you to talk to Seokjin but you refused, not wanting to make a fool of yourself any more than you already had. You had yet to even have a full personal conversation with him. You still felt like an awkward monkey whenever he was near, stealing glances when you thought he wasn't looking.

It was better for you to admire from a distance, much to Hoseok's annoyance.

You forgot how devious your best friend could be.

Seokjin had been working in your department for nearly a year now.

You noticed he had some quirky habits that made him even more attractive in your eyes.

He listened to cassette tapes on a Walkman™ of all things while he worked. Something that became obsolete back in the early 2000's. The one time you walked by his desk, you could hear the faint sounds of The Beach Boys “Surfin' USA” coming from the tiny speakers. It made you chuckle.

He also liked to flip his pen around his fingers. You watched him do this for nearly 5 minutes straight once, mesmerized by how flexible his fingers were.

Your cheeks warmed when you thought about other ways his fingers might be flexible.

During a meeting, you were tagged by your boss to work together on part of a project due at the end of the month. Surprised, you glanced at Seokjin to see him quickly look away from you, his cheeks tinted a light pink. You wondered at that.

It was a late Friday evening and you were both staying after hours to work. It had been relatively silent for the most part between the two of you but you were starting to get hungry.

You picked up your phone. “I'm going to order some dinner. Would you like anything? My treat.” You asked him, nervous about speaking to him in the first place. He'd had his music over his ears, but not loud enough to where he couldn't hear you if you spoke to him. He glanced up at you, his eyes bright behind the glasses he wore.

“Um... yeah, sure.” he replied. His voice... you'd nearly forgotten how deep it was. Usually it was pitched high when he started to sing along with his music. It made your insides feel weak.

He walked across to your desk to get a peek of the menu on your phone, hovering over your shoulder.

You could cheerfully die.

He smelled amazing! Sandalwood and vanilla were starting to become your two favorite smells.

It took everything you had in you not to turn your head and bury your nose into his neck to imprint that smell on your brain.

His arm came around your shoulder while his hand covered yours as you were holding your phone so he could use his other hand to scroll the menu and make his selections.

Was it too late to order a funeral casket?

Red alert! Red alert! Engine is overheating! Get the tech crews on it STAT!

Selections made, he turned his head to look at you. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his plush lips.

You forgot how to breathe.

Mayday! Mayday! We are going down! All hands abandon ship!

“Thanks.” he murmured. You yanked your gaze away from his lips. Something was lodged in your throat. You couldn't speak if your life depended on it. You may have said something like “You're welcome.” but you're not exactly sure if you vocalized it correctly.

Did he smirk at you as he walked back to his desk?

You might have been seeing things because this shy, introverted man did NOT just smirk at you like he knew some great secret.

You put your phone down, grabbing your bottle of water to clear the obstruction in your throat (there wasn't one, but your mouth was drier than the Sahara in winter).

And you were wet... panties-soaking wet if you were honest with yourself.

Get a grip, you horny bitch!

You wanted to listen to that voice, but it was difficult since it had been more than a year since your last serious relationship.

Oh you tried random hook ups, but they just weren't satisfying.

It was quiet once again as you went back to your individual work, your heart rate returning to a normal level after he was sufficiently some distance from you.

Your dinners arrived less than an hour later and you set everything up at the meeting table that was in the corner. They didn't give you napkins so you headed for the break room to get a few.

When you returned to the office, he was nowhere to be seen.

You called out his name, hearing a reply from somewhere around his desk.

Frowning, you went around the desk to see him laying on the floor, using his chair as a pillow.

He had removed his glasses and undid two buttons on his shirt and sweater.

And the look he was leveling you with...

Unconsciously your eyes slowly roamed his body from head to toe.

You tried not to squeeze your thighs together. Tried to gather your scattered thoughts, but in that moment, there was only one word you could think of in this situation.

Fuck!

“W-Why are you on the floor?”

Yay! Words! And spoken correctly! Good job!

“I've been hunched over my desk most of the evening. Stretching out my back muscles.” he replied, a small smirk on his face.

Dammit, he IS smirking!

“...oh.”

I mean, what was there to say to that?

“Want to try it?” he asked.

“In this get-up?” You waved your hand over the plum-colored suit jacket and skirt combo you had chosen to wear that day. “Don't think so.”

You started to walk to the corner table when his hand snaked out and wrapped around your bare ankle before you even stepped a foot away.

Your body jolted like lightning had struck you and you bit your lip hard to keep a moan from being released into the air. You nearly ripped the napkins you were holding in two pieces.

Should have worn pants today! Your inner voice cackled.

You slowly turned your head to look at him. That infernal smirk was still on his lips.

“You sure you don't want to lie down here with me? Might do you some good.”

“I'm hungry.” was your immediate response. His eyes glinted and his smirk seemed to get bigger. “For food! I want my food!” You stammered loudly, cheeks warming with embarrassment. His shoulders shook as he chuckled. You looked down at his hand (Why are his fingers so soft?) still around your ankle.

“Oh... sorry.” he stated, slowly releasing you. He wasn't sorry at all.

Did this fucker run his hand over my calf? Your inner voice was having a serious meltdown. Honestly, you were too, but you were going to ignore it.

You moved to the table where your dinner's sat, ignoring the sound of him getting to his feet behind you. You could feel his eyes on you like the sun on your back on a hot day. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was making you hot and bothered (even though he probably already had an idea).

You need to get laid, sister! Your inner voice taunted. You wanted to punch that voice in the throat.

“Drink?” he murmured against your ear, sandalwood and vanilla permeating your senses once again. You clenched the plastic fork in your hand, nearly breaking it. You moved away from him, trying to be subtle about it, but you knew he was watching.

Where the hell has this cocky sonofabitch been for the last year?

“Yes, please.” You finally answered him. You got a breather from his overwhelming presence as he headed toward the vending machine at the other end of the office.

What was happening right now?

How did someone so unassuming hold such power over you and so quickly?

“Has to be the glasses...” You muttered.

He returned with the drinks, placing one in front of you. You noticed it was your favorite and it set you wondering how he knew.

Turning back into the gentleman you knew him to be (and wasn't that just deceiving?), he pulled your chair out for you before taking the seat right next to you.

Fuck me!

You decided to try and ignore him, browsing your social media on your phone while you ate. But you were so consciously aware of him on a level you've never felt before.

Somehow you managed to choke down your dinner, even though you tasted none of it.

Gathering your waste, you headed to the trash bin to dispose of it. You turned to head back to your desk and nearly ran face first into his chest. You jumped back in surprise.

Fuck, when did he move so quickly and why didn't I hear him?

“Um... we've got work to finish.” You stated. Surprisingly, he stepped aside and let you pass, but not before he drew his hand across your hip as you did.

You felt that touch through your entire body, making your woman parts throb with want.

You sat back at your desk as he went to his, but you couldn't concentrate very well. After about 2 hours and with a frustrated sigh, you put everything away, saving what you had been working on from your computer. It was 11 in the evening. He glanced up from his own work to stare at you.

“It's late. I'm tired. I'm going to head home and continue this on Monday.” You stated, getting to your feet and grabbing your coat. He jumped to his feet as well.

“I'll walk you out.”

“No, you stay and finish. I'll see you Monday.”

“It's alright. I don't mind. And I’m starting to go cross-eyed staring at my screen.” he insisted, slipping on his coat and his glasses as he shut down his computer.

You wanted to groan in frustration. He was making it very difficult for you not to tackle him to the floor.

You thought you'd be okay... until you got into the elevator.

Stuck in a box, smelling sandalwood and vanilla for 10 floors. Great.

It was snowing when you finally made it out of the building and you took a deep breath of the winter air to clear your sinuses.

“May I drive you home? I don't think you're going to get a cab or Uber this late.” he asked.

Bitch, don't you dare say no! This is your chance! your inner voice yelled.

You wanted to say no, not give in to that temptation. But you saw the earnest look on his face, the boyish grin that was anything but innocent (little did you know!). You took out your phone and saw that no cabs, Ubers or buses were running and wanted to groan in annoyance.

“Yeah, thank you.” you finally sighed, defeated. You tried to ignore the smile on his face at your capitulation as he lead the way to his car.

And of course his car smelled like sandalwood and vanilla…

Kill me now! You yelled out in your head. Your inner voice was suspiciously silent, but you felt they were smirking at you.

After giving him directions, it was a quiet ride to your home, a small two story on the outskirts of town you had inherited from your grandparents when they passed away. You tried not to stare at his hands as they manipulated the steering wheel. You don't know when you had become so obsessed with his fingers. You got lost in a fantasy of him running those fingers over your naked body and bit back a whimper, turning away in embarrassment as he took a quick glance at you.

You missed the smirk on his face that time.

The headlights of his car illuminated against the front of your home as he pulled into your driveway. He killed the engine as you removed your seatbelt, hand on the door ready to step out.

”Um, thanks for the ride, Seokjin.” you managed to say.

”You’re welcome. And please, call me Jin. I prefer it.”

”Jin.” you nodded. You were both silent for a moment, neither knowing what to say. You finally took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out of the car. You carefully made your way to the front door, mentally reminding yourself to shovel and salt the driveway and sidewalk in the morning. You could feel eyes watching you and you waited until you got your door unlocked and opened before you turned to look. He gave you a wave, which you returned before he started his car to leave…

Or, at least he tried to start the car.

It made a whirring sound as if it wanted to start and you watched as the headlights dimmed before going out all together, the engine slowly dying.

You knew that sound.

He had a dead battery.

You watched as his head dropped to his steering wheel and you honestly felt bad for him. You went back down, knocking on his driver’s side window. He opened the door.

”You may as well come inside. You’re not going to get a mechanic out here this late.” you offered.

”I don’t want to impose.” he sighed.

”You can’t sleep in your car, Jin. It’s snowing and it’s supposed to drop below zero tonight. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.” you replied.

”Thanks, I appreciate it. And I’m sorry about this.” You backed away as he climbed from the car, pocketing the keys as he locked it.

”Not your fault. Stop apologizing.” you returned, leading the way into the house.

You locked the door after you were both inside, turning on the lamp next to the couch to get some light in the room. It was slightly chilled in the air and you went to the thermostat to turn up the heat.

”You have a beautiful home.” He spoke behind you. You glanced over your shoulder to see him removing his jacket and shoes as he looked around at your holiday decorations.

”Thank you, it belonged to my grandparents.” you replied. “Um… would you like a hot chocolate or tea. Coffee?” You wondered, removing your suit jacket to leave you in a beige silk tank and your skirt. You turned to place the jacket over the back of the chair, missing his slow perusal of your body from head to toe and licking his lips in want.

”No coffee. I won’t be able to sleep.” he replied, pulling his eyes back to your face when you turned to look at him. The look of innocence on his handsome face should have had alarm bells ringing in your head, but you were tired and foggy-brained.

”Hot chocolate?” you asked.

”Please.” he nodded. You turned and headed for the kitchen, turning the light on over the stove before grabbing two mugs from the cabinet. You placed the kettle on the stove, turning the temperature up high before turning to get a couple of hot cocoa packets.

When you turned back to the counter, he was standing before you. You jumped back in surprise.

”You have got to stop sneaking up on me!” you burst out without thinking.

That damn smirk made its reappearance.

”Do I make you nervous?” He wondered, stepping closer. You stepped back, shaking your head.

”N-No.”

”Seems like I do.” He replied, taking another step. You backed up another and felt yourself hit the counter.

”Y-You don’t make me nervous at all.” You stammered, staring at him with wide eyes.

He stepped into your personal bubble, placing his hands on the counter behind you and trapping you with his body.

Oh shit! He’s got you now, girlfriend! Your inner voice cheered.

“You wouldn't be lying to me would you?” he asked, voice deepening.

Oh he hit you with The Voice! Give up already! Your inner voice cackled.

“N-No.” You whispered.

You could only watch, frozen in place as he freed a hand from the counter to brush across your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. You wanted to melt into the floor. His eyes pinned yours and your breath wheezed from you.

“Jin.” you whispered, your voice husky with want.

“I have a confession to make.” he murmured, running his fingers along the skin of your neck and down your arm. Goosebumps broke out over your entire body and you could feel your nipples harden. You bit your lip, hiding another moan.

“W-What?”

“I've been fascinated with you since the first day I met you.” he admitted, taking your hand in his. “The more I was around you, the more that feeling grew – Coffee Incident, notwithstanding.” he chuckled, making my cheeks warm.

Oh my god, he saw that whole mess!

“Huh?” You were dumbfounded and it brought you just a bit out of the haze of lust you'd been in.

His cheeks tinted pink as he nodded. “I wanted to ask you out on a date so many times. But I always became tongue-tied whenever I was within 5 feet of you.”

“...oh.”

He just keeps reducing you to one-word sentences. This is great! Your inner voice was having the time of her life right now.

You took a deep breath, and decided to take a chance.

“So what was all that? At the office?”

“A friend told me to just go for it. The worst that could happen is you'd slap me and tell me to leave you alone. Or I'd get lucky.”

Ignoring his lucky comment (because you already knew he was going to get very lucky), a sudden suspicion flew through your mind.

“Would this friend happen to go by the name Hoseok?” you asked. His face lit up and a genuine smile graced his lips, making him even more attractive and your heart threatened to jump from your chest into his hands.

“You know him?”

“Unfortunately.” you grumbled. “My ex-best friend.”

“Don't be too hard on him. He was coming from a good place.”

“Right.” you snorted, looking away. You felt your hand raised and plush lips pressed a kiss to your knuckles (they felt like pillows!), making your head snap up in surprise. He was staring directly at you.

“Would it be safe to assume you feel the same about me? Or am I reading this wrong?” he asked softly.

You swallowed hard, slowly shaking your head no after a silent moment.

“I noticed you as well.” you admitted.

Still holding your hand, he stepped closer. You felt so small next to his larger frame and you had the sudden urge to press your cheek against his chest and listen to his heart beat. But the heat in his gaze kept you rooted in place.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” he murmured, his eyes ducking to your lips and back to your eyes. The saliva dried up in your throat at his confession and your lady parts woke up and started cheering. You could water a garden with the moisture that was gathered between your thighs in that moment.

“That would be... a really bad idea...” you whispered, denying yourself what you've wanted most of the year.

You idiot! Take what the man is offering! Your inner voice screamed.

“Why?” he wondered. The kettle went off, startling you both and you ducked around him to take it off the burner, but also to breathe and cool down for a moment.

But it was not to be.

A large hand wrapped around your bicep, yanking you around. Shocked, you were poised to tell him off when his lips covered yours, surprising a gasp from your lips.

Oh my god! He's kissing you! Yesssssssssss!!!!!! Get it girlfriend!

You could practically hear your inner voice celebrating with a parade.

You'd laugh, but your brain was slowly become mush under his slowly deepening kiss.

You were drowning.

And you loved it.

A whimper stole from your lips as his tongue penetrated the seam, darting inside to map every part of your mouth he could reach, his arms going around your waist to pull you closer.

You wanted to melt.

You wanted to die.

You wanted him to strip you naked and have his way with you.

You nasty ho! That inner voice chuckled.

You moaned into the kiss as his hands moved down your body, cupping your ass cheeks and squeezing like he was checking melons at the grocery store. You made an embarrassing sound that vibrated throughout your entire body as he backed you into a wall, your arms going up and around his shoulders.

The cool surface failed to put out the raging inferno going on inside your body and your hands went to his sweater, fumbling with the buttons. He pulled away, not even bothering with the rest of the buttons on either his sweater or shirt, gripping the back firmly and pulling them completely off, losing his glasses somewhere in the process.

You could only stare as his upper torso was bared to your hungry eyes.

He was hiding all that muscle beneath those sweaters? What the fuck?

You agreed with your inner voice. The man wasn't Hercules by any means but there was some definite muscle tone. You had the sudden urge to bite him.

“I won't stop you if that's something you want to do.” he chuckled.

“Oh shit! I said that out loud, didn't I?” you laughed, embarrassed. He caged you against the wall with his body and stared down at you with a piercing gaze. You didn't know what to do with your hands, he was so close. He remedied that problem by taking them and resting them on his bare hips.

Is that... is that a V-Line????????? You could actually feel your inner voice go into orgasmic shock as your fingers lightly grazed the lines of his hips. He took a shuddering breath as he finally had your hands on his skin.

“Incidentally... I've dreamed about biting your thighs.” he murmured, ducking to place teasing kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck!” you whisper-gasped, the thought of his head between your thighs your ultimate erotic fantasy. He smiled against your neck as you swore.

You were just absolutely wrecked by this man... and you hadn't even slept with him yet.

“What do you want? Whatever it is, I'll give it to you.” he whispered into your ear. You shuddered, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as his breath ghosted across your skin.

Do it... you know you want to! Your inner voice was back to cheering you on and you decided to finally listen to it. You probably would never have another opportunity.

You gently pushed him away from you. He gave you a quizzical look as you took his hand. You turned and headed for the stairs, missing the large grin on his face.

At some point it had started to snow outside and you hadn't bothered with closing the curtains in your bedroom. The moonlight streaming through the windows along with the snowfall created an ethereal romantic effect.

Releasing his hand, you turned toward him, just as he wrapped an arm around you and yanked you against his body, his lips already covering yours in a kiss so passionate, you thought your clothes would melt right off.

His hands zeroed in on the zipper of your skirt, the material pooling around your ankles as it was released from the confines of your body. You both moaned as his hands squeezed the bare skin of your ass, barely covered by your underwear, a purple thong you had, on a whim, decided to wear to work that day.

His fingers, the same ones you'd had daily (and nightly) fantasies about, dipped down between the cleft of your cheeks, instantly discovering how much you wanted him. You were drenched!

His cock, half hard most of the evening, went instant hard, pressing against your thigh to introduce itself.

The moan you let out could have counted as your most embarrassing if it wasn't for the fact he made the same exact sound.

Still holding you, his fingers still causing insane amounts of pleasure inside of you, he turned and walked backward until you both fell onto your bed. Your legs were spread on either side of his hips and he took advantage of the position, dipping deeper inside of you, making lewd squelching sounds as he thrust them in and out.

Clutching his shoulders, you rode out your pleasure on his fingers, begging him not to stop (he had no intentions of doing so until you were a moaning mess on top of him). He leaned up to nip at the skin of your neck, the pleasure spiking through you.

With a cry of his name, you came, soaking his fingers and hand in your essence, most of it dripping down your thighs and soaking into his pants. He moaned at the feel of it.

And he was not done with you.

Distracted by the pleasure still running through your limbs, he rolled you onto your back, your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He pulled off your ruined underwear, falling to his knees between your legs and pulling the jellied limbs over his shoulders.

Before you could ask what he was doing, he was kissing and biting your thighs, his greatest desire.

You moaned lewdly as he traveled along your skin.

And then it happened, your ultimate dream and fantasy rolled into one.

You felt his tongue along your still swollen folds and your whole body arched up off the bed, a loud cry falling from your lips.

He wanted to smirk, but his mouth was busy. You were like a sweet ambrosia to him and he didn't want to stop tasting.

Your fingers slid into his hair, gripping tightly and the pleasure/pain of it made him groan against you. Your cries of pleasure made him hornier than ever. He had to be inside you and soon or he was going to combust.

You were completely wrecked. Something you thought was only a dream, now a reality. Your body didn't feel like your own anymore as he did his best to overwhelm you with pleasure.

He devoured you like a man starved. You could feel that band deep your stomach becoming tighter and tighter, your thighs beginning to shake.

His tongue went deep, touching ever part of you he could reach as he fumbled with his pants to free himself from the tight confines. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life and it was for you.

“J-Jin!” you stammered his name, that band in your stomach finally snapping as you received your second orgasm in less than an hour. He drank you in like he'd been in the desert and gotten his first drink.

You yanked on his hair after a few moments, oversensitive as he finally pulled away. You were breathing hard, body covered in a sheen of sweat as he moved up your body to kiss you. His face was wet and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You still had your tank top on. He helped you take it off, along with your bra, tossing both items somewhere in the room as his mouth surrounded a nipple, sucking and biting your skin.

You moaned beneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips to keep him close.

“I want you so much.” he whispered against your damp skin, pressing his hardness close to your still throbbing core.

“Please.” you begged him.

“C-Can I?” he moaned, rubbing himself against you. You nodded your head. “Thank you!” he moaned, not wasting another second. He needed to be inside you like he needed air to breath.

You both cried out in shock as he slid in easily. He was long and thick, more than what you were used to and he felt like heaven and hell rolled into one. He was touching every internal part of you and you clenched tightly around him. He groaned, pressing his face into your neck as his thrust started off slow and deep.

“Fuck!” you babbled, gripping his arms.

“You feel so good!” he moaned. “Better than I dreamed.”

“Jin! Oh my god!” you cried out as he went deep.

He turned his head and started licking and biting the skin of your neck, marking you as his, wanting to imprint himself into your very soul. He kept his thrusts slow, deep and steady, wanting to make this last for as long as possible.

Minutes turned into hours and you were both a debauched mess. Bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, hair plastered to your foreheads, your body and soul on fire with the desire coursing through your veins.

The man had the stamina of a bull. You lost track of how many times he made you cum. You were oversensitive, swollen but happier than you'd ever been in your life.

“Jin... please...” you moaned, exhausted.

“One more... please, one more...” he groaned, gripping your thighs. He sat up, digging his knees into the bed as he started to jackhammer himself inside of you. You cried out in absolute pleasure, clutching your arms across your breasts.

“Oh... oh my god!” you moaned loudly, feeling that band of pleasure tighten within you one more time. He bent you in half, going the deepest he'd ever been the entire night and the band snapped. Your whole body went into pleasurable shock as you came. You might have blacked out for a few moments, the pleasure was so intense.

When you were aware of your body again, Jin was laying beside you, staring at you in concern. As your eyes focused on him, he gave you a sheepish smile.

“There you are.” he whispered. “I'm sorry.”

“For what?” you wondered, your voice husky.

“I got a bit carried away.” he murmured, ears turning red in embarrassment. You giggled, turning your tired body toward him to brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

“Am I complaining?” you smiled. He was entranced by your smile and he couldn't help but lean in to kiss you. You moaned softly as he slowly pulled away.

“I could kiss you forever.” he whispered, brushing his nose against the skin of your cheek.

“I-Is that something you want?” you wondered. He paused in his kisses, drawing back to stare down at you.

“So many times I wanted to ask you out on a date. I was and still am stunned by your beauty, always getting tongue-tied and nervous. I felt like the high school nerd having a crush on the captain of the cheerleading squad if I'm being honest.” he chuckled, the sound teasing along your nerve endings.

“So... what's stopping you now?” you wondered, staring at him. His jaw dropped open in surprise before his face morphed into a smile that could light a darkened room.

“Ms. Y/n... would you do me the honor of going out on a date... with me?” he whispered.

“I would love to.” you returned. “But... on one condition...”

“Anything.” he agreed.

“Be my boyfriend?”

His eyes widened in shock and you giggled.

“What?”

“I think we've gone beyond first dates, Mr. Kim.” you giggled, waving your hand along both your naked bodies. He laughed loudly, pressing his face into your shoulder.

And there was another thing that you were endeared by – his laugh. It was the most unique laugh you'd ever heard in your life, almost sounding like wipers on a windshield.

“The company doesn't frown on its employees in relationships?” he wondered sometime later after we had cleaned up. It was going on 6 in the morning and the sun was starting to peek over the horizon.

You were both again in the kitchen. He was dressed in his pants and his shirt, neither fully buttoned so you had perfect glimpses of his bare chest and stomach. You were dressed in only a t-shirt.

You both were sharing making breakfast duties, deciding to make pancakes, eggs and bacon.

“I'll tell you a secret.” you smiled as you poured batter into the warm pan. He glanced at you attentively. “The wife of the company president used to be his secretary.”

He stared at you, eyes wide.

“I didn't know that!”

“Mhm. They've been happily married for nearly 30 years. She still works for him too, now as his assistant.”

“So, you're saying we're okay.”

“We're okay, Jinnie.” you giggled. He stared at you, ears and cheeks red. “What?”

“You called me 'Jinnie'.” he grinned.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I won't do it again if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No!” he exclaimed. “I-I like it.” he grinned, looking away. You couldn't help yourself, you leaned over and kissed his cheek, making him blush even harder.

You were hooked.

And if he conveniently forgot to call a mechanic for his car that weekend... neither of you cared.

You couldn't have sandblasted the smile from Hoseok's face if you tried when he found out what you'd spent your weekend doing and with whom.

He (Hobi) cried like a baby when you asked him to be your Best Person at your wedding 2 years later... ~The End~

[rust-official]

Well, yeah, you can put it anywhere, but saying that doesn't really contribute meaningfully to the discussion, does it? I can keep my code repos on my laptop, but if I want to share them then that is kinda inconvenient for anyone who wants to pull while it's sleeping and so on. Yeah, it Just Works™ because of how git works, but do you have any idea how much resistance people have to simple things like opening up a terminal emulator and learning git-send-email? Even if you don't actually send the email, even if you just pop it into a matrix message as a code block, It's as bad as getting people to play a different TTRPG when all they know is 5e dnd.

Yes, yes, CI/CD and all that. That's why I mentioned sourcehut, which does provide those things. CI/CD is the only thing that's not free in the alpha/beta because, as you said, it's Not Cheap™. But for a normal user it's also not terribly expensive, either, and they have provisions for folks who genuinely cannot afford it, too.

I don't really see the point of the rest of your points about github because they just seem to be saying "well github is popular because it's popular and there's not much we can do because it's free 🤷‍♀️" when there absolutely are things we can and should be doing.

Sourcehut presently depends on folks volunteering to pay, but they will be going to a paid-only model for hosting projects when they finish their alpha/beta testing--participating, especially e.g. by cloning repos and sending patches via git-send-email, will always be free.

You can argue for completely free services all you want, but it's clear by now (and has been for a while) that if you're not paying for a product then you are the product (yes yes I know I'm typing this on tumblr dot com, we live in a society, go install an ad blocker already) and we really need to abandon that model if we want to move forward.

Saying there's no alternatives is the kind of defeatist mentality that leads people to pick the MIT license imo

looking to migrate my stuff from github to another service, and i know lots of people have been recommending to switch to gitlab for years, but is it still even that good? i see their front page advertise AI like crazy.

feature-wise what im looking for honestly is to have some private repos, and markdown to look similar enough to github so i don't have to spend too much time on the README files.

[conspicuous-clown-car]

ougghhh next month is gonna be BUSY

finish playing all fnaf games (SL-HW2) on twitch, make (as in like literally sewing) an outfit for a concert, ARTFIGHT which will probably take up most my time, putting together/making several cosplays for a con (one im not excited to cosplay as but im doing it for my partner), plus some other stuff i definitely forgot, all on top of working. wwouughbh

[autumn-applepie]

University ever pushes you so low you have to go buy a couple of beers? /srs/neg

I'm gonna vent in the tags for a moment humor me for once /gen

[fuckrealityfictionisbetter]

They could have even been like we wanna make new exciting content that we don’t think will work on YouTube and put that on a ‘streaming service’ whilst keeping the YouTube style stuff on YouTube

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Girl all this fuss about Taika's marriage, wait until you people find out about Minnie Driver

[fernsandsunflowers]

You know, no matter what happened there was always a part of me that was hopeful that we’d someday be able to come together and take down corporate greed towards a better more functional and fairer society. But that hope died, fell to its knees and impaled themselves on its own sword the day they reported that Netflix’s password sharing crackdown worked.

You just made new accounts?? Why? I just want to understand?

[chradi]

I'm strexcited about potentially working at a school in the next few months/year and being paid a minimum of 22$/hour

[overexciteddragon]

Suffering from the "the world is a hell place trying to take away my rights and will to live and I don't think I'll see a world where I don't work my way into an early death" kinda depression I call that "rational depression"

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[fingertipsmp3]

Can’t have SHIT in a small town

[katzish]

i hate work sm

[flowachild]

gonna make some matcha finally clean and do laundry then see bestie later

[welcometogrouchland]

mm. Fear