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samiksha30 · 4 months ago

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magicomeal · 11 months ago

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lvrgirl-inc · 27 days ago

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Gamer Husband!Satoru who’s been having trouble focusing on his work during the day. Letting you convince yourself that it was due to your not being there, rather than his chronic procrastination. Feeling so bad for the poor thing that you’d taken a day off just to test his little ‘theory.’

Gamer Husband!Satoru who is ecstatic to finally have you right home where you belong, reminiscing on when you used to work from home, though finding more financial advantages in going into the building itself. All at the cost of leaving your sulky husband at home to glue himself to yet another screen. Whether the purpose of it be for entertainment or work was up to fate.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who hasn’t stopped clinging to you since you’d announced your staying for the day come next. Ushering you in to make a cozy dinner for his hard-working husband catering to his needy demands, he set you up nice on the counter, wanting you to have a good view of his ‘chefly process.’

Gamer Husband!Satoru whose hands ‘just so happen’ to brush over your thighs that were loosely crossed on the marble counter…repeatedly as he manages to find new ways each time to get his wandering paws on you. It wasn’t discreet at all, more like the exact opposite, but you allowed yourself to play into it, seeing as he was feeding you samples throughout his shenanigans.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who winds up eating with you right on the counter, nestled between the inners of your legs, braced up as your hands guided morsels stabbed through the fork up to his awaiting, open mouth. Easy enough, he was sweet talking his way through the entire meal, taking a turn or two to give you a few bites by his hand.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who murmurs things like, “You could have this everyday, y’know.” and “..Quit your job, spend all your time with me, honey. I can provide for you better than those corporates..” mingled between your breathy laughs. Sometimes you wondered how you were even allowed to get out the door with this as your homebody.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who offers to wash the dishes later, using it as an excuse to get back to his desk quicker—with you in tow. Easily hoisting you up in his steady sleeper-built arms, he brought both of you over from the pristine kitchen and back to the home office that was more his than yours. All along the way, he was cooing and acting like you’d gone off to war, died and came back to him. Ever the drama king, this one.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who sets yourselves up cozily under the plush of your comforters, abandoning whatever workload on his desktop until the morning, snagging whatever time he could with the man he’d grown to adore over the course of their marriage and even before. Work could wait. Work could always wait for you.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who drifts off after settling in with your face pressed into the crook of his neck, giving his fingers all access to trace languidly through your silky strands. The repeated motion effortlessly calmed out your breathing, slowing it down until it was almost in time with his. Legs all intertwined, blowing out, soft, warm air as you follow suit in dozing into a sated sleep.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who has always been an early riser, making your breakfast as usual but already back at his desk, typing away at some unknown project, leaving you to sit upright and pull the faintest of pouts. His headphones were snug on his head and he was yammering away on a work call about whatever it was he was looking at on his screen. And oh, did this seem like the best idea you’d had in a while.

Gamer Husband!Satoru whose resolve and work façade faded fast as ever when you’d gotten up under him, holding a finger up to your lips with the cutest hint of mischief in your expression. Tucked neatly between his legs, you listened to the hitch in his breath when you’d undone his fly, effectively wettening up his boxers with your featherlight kisses and licks over the fabric.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who had to make a decision based on which ratio his multi-tasking should go in—you, trying to or already, rather, working through his pants or the support worker on the other end of the line. Ultimately, it came to a not-so straight 50/50, where he stammered out something like, “U-uh yeah, ‘m listening. Just..confused a bit on the..workings of this thing..” playing off—a tad poorly—the sensation of your lips already taking the pink, flushed tip of him up in between. Tongue licking and flicking along that sensitive, leaking slit there, giving a few more playful sucks before taking him deeper.

Gamer Husband!Satoru whose hand came to thread through your hair, leaning back with his phone now tucked between his shoulder and ear as he bit his bottom lip, smiling faintly as your expert and familiar heat felt him out. Head rolling a bit, his fingers tightened and he got a little carried away, seeing how he started to make his own rhythm. That near-smug smile quickly shifted into a slight ‘o’ forming with his barely hung lips.

Gamer Husband!Satoru whose veins you could already feel pulsing against your tongue as he worked himself up to the crest in your waiting mouth. “Yeah, yeah..uhuh, I..I got it. F-for sure…thanks,” he’d rushed, trying to get the assistant off the line before he blew his load down your throat. What would HR think?

Gamer Husband!Satoru who got a flutter in his chest when the line finally went dead, properly looking down at you and bringing his other hand into the mix. Deepthroating him now, your eyes were forced into a teary squint and you could only hear his breathy, whiny encouragements. “Nghh..~ Fuck yes, babe..” he’d panted out, smiling back down on you once more. “So glad I m-married you, married this..ugh..slutty fuckin’ mouth…” simply just babbling, as he usually did when he got close enough.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who started borderline whimpering when you swallowed around him, with your nose smushed up against his pelvis, eliciting a choppy groan of satisfaction and a few rounds of gasping, “I’m cumming, fuck,” as he rode out his climax inside your throat. Rope after rope of his load coming freely and making you fall slack into his lap with a couple reverberating moans and gags around his erupting shaft.

Gamer Husband!Satoru whose cum slides easily down with a resounding, greedy gulp from you, ending with his cock slipping out of your mouth, slick with a mess of your combined fluids. Slumping back in his cushioned chair, leaning down to kiss your spit-swollen lips, not only getting a taste for you but of the remnants of his own release on your tongue.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who, following getting himself cleaned up and thanked you profusely with light, lavender scented aftercare, had to eventually call back the support team. Seeing as he gathered virtually nothing that solved his problem entirely. Guess it wasn’t as 50/50 as he presumed.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago

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The moral injury of having your work enshittified

This Monday (November 27), I'm appearing at the Toronto Metro Reference Library with Facebook whistleblower Frances Haugen.

On November 29, I'm at NYC's Strand Books with my novel The Lost Cause, a solarpunk tale of hope and danger that Rebecca Solnit called "completely delightful."

This week, I wrote about how the Great Enshittening – in which all the digital services we rely on become unusable, extractive piles of shit – did not result from the decay of the morals of tech company leadership, but rather, from the collapse of the forces that discipline corporate wrongdoing:

https://locusmag.com/2023/11/commentary-by-cory-doctorow-dont-be-evil/

The failure to enforce competition law allowed a few companies to buy out their rivals, or sell goods below cost until their rivals collapsed, or bribe key parts of their supply chain not to allow rivals to participate:

https://www.engadget.com/google-reportedly-pays-apple-36-percent-of-ad-search-revenues-from-safari-191730783.html

The resulting concentration of the tech sector meant that the surviving firms were stupendously wealthy, and cozy enough that they could agree on a common legislative agenda. That regulatory capture has allowed tech companies to violate labor, privacy and consumer protection laws by arguing that the law doesn't apply when you use an app to violate it:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/12/algorithmic-wage-discrimination/#fishers-of-men

But the regulatory capture isn't just about preventing regulation: it's also about creating regulation – laws that make it illegal to reverse-engineer, scrape, and otherwise mod, hack or reconfigure existing services to claw back value that has been taken away from users and business customers. This gives rise to Jay Freeman's perfectly named doctrine of "felony contempt of business-model," in which it is illegal to use your own property in ways that anger the shareholders of the company that sold it to you:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/09/lead-me-not-into-temptation/#chamberlain

Undisciplined by the threat of competition, regulation, or unilateral modification by users, companies are free to enshittify their products. But what does that actually look like? I say that enshittification is always precipitated by a lost argument.

It starts when someone around a board-room table proposes doing something that's bad for users but good for the company. If the company faces the discipline of competition, regulation or self-help measures, then the workers who are disgusted by this course of action can say, "I think doing this would be gross, and what's more, it's going to make the company poorer," and so they win the argument.

But when you take away that discipline, the argument gets reduced to, "Don't do this because it would make me ashamed to work here, even though it will make the company richer." Money talks, bullshit walks. Let the enshittification begin!

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/22/who-wins-the-argument/#corporations-are-people-my-friend

But why do workers care at all? That's where phrases like "don't be evil" come into the picture. Until very recently, tech workers participated in one of history's tightest labor markets, in which multiple companies with gigantic war-chests bid on their labor. Even low-level employees routinely fielded calls from recruiters who dangled offers of higher salaries and larger stock grants if they would jump ship for a company's rival.

Employers built "campuses" filled with lavish perks: massages, sports facilities, daycare, gourmet cafeterias. They offered workers generous benefit packages, including exotic health benefits like having your eggs frozen so you could delay fertility while offsetting the risks normally associated with conceiving at a later age.

But all of this was a transparent ruse: the business-case for free meals, gyms, dry-cleaning, catering and massages was to keep workers at their laptops for 10, 12, or even 16 hours per day. That egg-freezing perk wasn't about helping workers plan their families: it was about thumbing the scales in favor of working through your entire twenties and thirties without taking any parental leave.

In other words, tech employers valued their employees as a means to an end: they wanted to get the best geeks on the payroll and then work them like government mules. The perks and pay weren't the result of comradeship between management and labor: they were the result of the discipline of competition for labor.

This wasn't really a secret, of course. Big Tech workers are split into two camps: blue badges (salaried employees) and green badges (contractors). Whenever there is a slack labor market for a specific job or skill, it is converted from a blue badge job to a green badge job. Green badges don't get the food or the massages or the kombucha. They don't get stock or daycare. They don't get to freeze their eggs. They also work long hours, but they are incentivized by the fear of poverty.

Tech giants went to great lengths to shield blue badges from green badges – at some Google campuses, these workforces actually used different entrances and worked in different facilities or on different floors. Sometimes, green badge working hours would be staggered so that the armies of ragged clickworkers would not be lined up to badge in when their social betters swanned off the luxury bus and into their airy adult kindergartens.

But Big Tech worked hard to convince those blue badges that they were truly valued. Companies hosted regular town halls where employees could ask impertinent questions of their CEOs. They maintained freewheeling internal social media sites where techies could rail against corporate foolishness and make Dilbert references.

And they came up with mottoes.

Apple told its employees it was a sound environmental steward that cared about privacy. Apple also deliberately turned old devices into e-waste by shredding them to ensure that they wouldn't be repaired and compete with new devices:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/22/vin-locking/#thought-differently

And even as they were blocking Facebook's surveillance tools, they quietly built their own nonconsensual mass surveillance program and lied to customers about it:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/14/luxury-surveillance/#liar-liar

Facebook told employees they were on a "mission to connect every person in the world," but instead deliberately sowed discontent among its users and trapped them in silos that meant that anyone who left Facebook lost all their friends:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2021/08/facebooks-secret-war-switching-costs

And Google promised its employees that they would not "be evil" if they worked at Google. For many googlers, that mattered. They wanted to do something good with their lives, and they had a choice about who they would work for. What's more, they did make things that were good. At their high points, Google Maps, Google Mail, and of course, Google Search were incredible.

My own life was totally transformed by Maps: I have very poor spatial sense, need to actually stop and think to tell my right from my left, and I spent more of my life at least a little lost and often very lost. Google Maps is the cognitive prosthesis I needed to become someone who can go anywhere. I'm profoundly grateful to the people who built that service.

There's a name for phenomenon in which you care so much about your job that you endure poor conditions and abuse: it's called "vocational awe," as coined by Fobazi Ettarh:

https://www.inthelibrarywiththeleadpipe.org/2018/vocational-awe/

Ettarh uses the term to apply to traditionally low-waged workers like librarians, teachers and nurses. In our book Chokepoint Capitalism, Rebecca Giblin and I talked about how it applies to artists and other creative workers, too:

https://chokepointcapitalism.com/

But vocational awe is also omnipresent in tech. The grandiose claims to be on a mission to make the world a better place are not just puffery – they're a vital means of motivating workers who can easily quit their jobs and find a new one to put in 16-hour days. The massages and kombucha and egg-freezing are not framed as perks, but as logistical supports, provided so that techies on an important mission can pursue a shared social goal without being distracted by their balky, inconvenient meatsuits.

Steve Jobs was a master of instilling vocational awe. He was full of aphorisms like "we're here to make a dent in the universe, otherwise why even be here?" Or his infamous line to John Sculley, whom he lured away from Pepsi: "Do you want to sell sugar water for the rest of your life or come with me and change the world?"

Vocational awe cuts both ways. If your workforce actually believes in all that high-minded stuff, if they actually sacrifice their health, family lives and self-care to further the mission, they will defend it. That brings me back to enshittification, and the argument: "If we do this bad thing to the product I work on, it will make me hate myself."

The decline in market discipline for large tech companies has been accompanied by a decline in labor discipline, as the market for technical work grew less and less competitive. Since the dotcom collapse, the ability of tech giants to starve new entrants of market oxygen has shrunk techies' dreams.

Tech workers once dreamed of working for a big, unwieldy firm for a few years before setting out on their own to topple it with a startup. Then, the dream shrank: work for that big, clumsy firm for a few years, then do a fake startup that makes a fake product that is acquihired by your old employer, as an incredibly inefficient and roundabout way to get a raise and a bonus.

Then the dream shrank again: work for a big, ugly firm for life, but get those perks, the massages and the kombucha and the stock options and the gourmet cafeteria and the egg-freezing. Then it shrank again: work for Google for a while, but then get laid off along with 12,000 co-workers, just months after the company does a stock buyback that would cover all those salaries for the next 27 years:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/10/the-proletarianization-of-tech-workers/

Tech workers' power was fundamentally individual. In a tight labor market, tech workers could personally stand up to their bosses. They got "workplace democracy" by mouthing off at town hall meetings. They didn't have a union, and they thought they didn't need one. Of course, they did need one, because there were limits to individual power, even for the most in-demand workers, especially when it came to ghastly, long-running sexual abuse from high-ranking executives:

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/25/technology/google-sexual-harassment-andy-rubin.html

Today, atomized tech workers who are ordered to enshittify the products they take pride in are losing the argument. Workers who put in long hours, missed funerals and school plays and little league games and anniversaries and family vacations are being ordered to flush that sacrifice down the toilet to grind out a few basis points towards a KPI.

It's a form of moral injury, and it's palpable in the first-person accounts of former workers who've exited these large firms or the entire field. The viral "Reflecting on 18 years at Google," written by Ian Hixie, vibrates with it:

https://ln.hixie.ch/?start=1700627373

Hixie describes the sense of mission he brought to his job, the workplace democracy he experienced as employees' views were both solicited and heeded. He describes the positive contributions he was able to make to a commons of technical standards that rippled out beyond Google – and then, he says, "Google's culture eroded":

Decisions went from being made for the benefit of users, to the benefit of Google, to the benefit of whoever was making the decision.

In other words, techies started losing the argument. Layoffs weakened worker power – not just to defend their own interest, but to defend the users interests. Worker power is always about more than workers – think of how the 2019 LA teachers' strike won greenspace for every school, a ban on immigration sweeps of students' parents at the school gates and other community benefits:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/23/a-collective-bargain/

Hixie attributes the changes to a change in leadership, but I respectfully disagree. Hixie points to the original shareholder letter from the Google founders, in which they informed investors contemplating their IPO that they were retaining a controlling interest in the company's governance so that they could ignore their shareholders' priorities in favor of a vision of Google as a positive force in the world:

https://abc.xyz/investor/founders-letters/ipo-letter/

Hixie says that the leadership that succeeded the founders lost sight of this vision – but the whole point of that letter is that the founders never fully ceded control to subsequent executive teams. Yes, those executive teams were accountable to the shareholders, but the largest block of voting shares were retained by the founders.

I don't think the enshittification of Google was due to a change in leadership – I think it was due to a change in discipline, the discipline imposed by competition, regulation and the threat of self-help measures. Take ads: when Google had to contend with one-click adblocker installation, it had to constantly balance the risk of making users so fed up that they googled "how do I block ads?" and then never saw another ad ever again.

But once Google seized the majority of the mobile market, it was able to funnel users into apps, and reverse-engineering an app is a felony (felony contempt of business-model) under Section 1201 of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act. An app is just a web-page wrapped in enough IP to make it a crime to install an ad-blocker.

And as Google acquired control over the browser market, it was likewise able to reduce the self-help measures available to browser users who found ads sufficiently obnoxious to trigger googling "how do I block ads?" The apotheosis of this is the yearslong campaign to block adblockers in Chrome, which the company has sworn it will finally do this coming June:

https://www.tumblr.com/tevruden/734352367416410112/you-have-until-june-to-dump-chrome

My contention here is not that Google's enshittification was precipitated by a change in personnel via the promotion of managers who have shitty ideas. Google's enshittification was precipitated by a change in discipline, as the negative consequences of heeding those shitty ideas were abolished thanks to monopoly.

This is bad news for people like me, who rely on services like Google Maps as cognitive prostheses. Elizabeth Laraki, one of the original Google Maps designers, has published a scorching critique of the latest GMaps design:

https://twitter.com/elizlaraki/status/1727351922254852182

Laraki calls out numerous enshittificatory design-choices that have left Maps screens covered in "crud" – multiple revenue-maximizing elements that come at the expense of usability, shifting value from users to Google.

What Laraki doesn't say is that these UI elements are auctioned off to merchants, which means that the business that gives Google the most money gets the greatest prominence in Maps, even if it's not the best merchant. That's a recurring motif in enshittified tech platforms, most notoriously Amazon, which makes $31b/year auctioning off top search placement to companies whose products aren't relevant enough to your query to command that position on their own:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/25/greedflation/#commissar-bezos

Enshittification begets enshittification. To succeed on Amazon, you must divert funds from product quality to auction placement, which means that the top results are the worst products:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/06/attention-rents/#consumer-welfare-queens

The exception is searches for Apple products: Apple and Amazon have a cozy arrangement that means that searches for Apple products are a timewarp back to the pre-enshittification Amazon, when the company worried enough about losing your business to heed the employees who objected to sacrificing search quality as part of a merchant extortion racket:

https://www.businessinsider.com/amazon-gives-apple-special-treatment-while-others-suffer-junk-ads-2023-11

Not every tech worker is a tech bro, in other words. Many workers care deeply about making your life better. But the microeconomics of the boardroom in a monopolized tech sector rewards the worst people and continuously promotes them. Forget the Peter Principle: tech is ruled by the Sam Principle.

As OpenAI went through four CEOs in a single week, lots of commentators remarked on Sam Altman's rise and fall and rise, but I only found one commentator who really had Altman's number. Writing in Today in Tabs, Rusty Foster nailed Altman to the wall:

https://www.todayintabs.com/p/defective-accelerationism

Altman's history goes like this: first, he founded a useless startup that raised $30m, only to be acquired and shuttered. Then Altman got a job running Y Combinator, where he somehow failed at taking huge tranches of equity from "every Stanford dropout with an idea for software to replace something Mommy used to do." After that, he founded OpenAI, a company that he claims to believe presents an existential risk to the entire human risk – which he structured so incompetently that he was then forced out of it.

His reward for this string of farcical, mounting failures? He was put back in charge of the company he mis-structured despite his claimed belief that it will destroy the human race if not properly managed.

Altman's been around for a long time. He founded his startup in 2005. There've always been Sams – of both the Bankman-Fried varietal and the Altman genus – in tech. But they didn't get to run amok. They were disciplined by their competitors, regulators, users and workers. The collapse of competition led to an across-the-board collapse in all of those forms of discipline, revealing the executives for the mediocre sociopaths they always were, and exposing tech workers' vocational awe for the shabby trick it was from the start.

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clubfeast · 2 months ago

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"Are you going to finish that?" I ask the person next to me, and then immediately start tucking into their LSG Sky Chefs Catering® ready-to-serve meal. Today, it's beef bourguignon, because while the entire history of capitalist achievement has conspired to prevent me from sitting in first class, it didn't keep the guy who used to occupy this seat from getting up and using the bathroom. And so, here I am.

We make small talk, which is the usual reaction that regular people have when they're trapped with me. Not just in airplanes, of course. Any enclosed space. Elevators. Cable-cars. Ski hill gondolas. And someday, Mord willing, escape pods from an ill-equipped, lowest-bidder orbital space station. They tell me that they are a corporate liability lawyer, all about those class actions. I would respond, but I am too busy plowing through some lukewarm potato-like mash.

It's strange how in our society, it's your job that defines you. Oh, I'm a teacher. I'm an astronaut. I'm a lumberjack. Without this pretext, nobody else has any way to relate to you. It's understandable to a certain extent. Your innermost soul is often unknowable even to yourself, much less to some rando in the 35 minutes left before this baby lands at Newark. What would I even tell this guy, that I'm a degenerate who builds poorly considered nightmare machines and turns them loose on a populace too afraid to stop me?

Luckily for me, I don't have to answer. I see that the dude who is supposed to be sitting in this seat is returning from his trip to the gender-neutral Boeing-manufactured toilet. For a moment, I wonder if the first-class shitter is nicer than the one we have back in coach, but I slip out quickly before he can become irate.

As I pass my temporary seat-donor in the aisle, I whisper into his ear: the law-talking dude sitting next to you fucking knows what you did last quarter. Tell him nothing. I hear a short gasp, but I am already halfway through business class before he can turn in the tight space and ask me more questions.

No liability lawyer is going to get a free case out of me, not if he eats the peach cobbler first and leaves me with the wrinkled freeze-dried arugula. That's just rude.

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eleanor-bradstreet · 2 years ago

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The Field: Dandelions (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Modern AU Rated: G - mild suggestiveness, fluff and romance Word count: 2.7k

Part 2: Lavender Forever Masterpost

Summary: When you visit Aubrey Hall to celebrate an important day in your career, Benedict offers some new experiences.

Author's Note: The first in a four-part series based on songs about fields/nature that I associate with Benedict. This part is based on the song Dandelions by Ruth B

Today was the day. The day you were announced as Creative Director for Bridgerton House Enterprises. The day your life took a turn for the extraordinary. Even though you had known you would reach this tier and even though the man doing the announcing was one of your oldest friends, the enormity of the milestone still toyed with your nerves. The announcement was being rolled into the company’s first corporate outing at the CEO’s family home, Aubrey Hall. An embarrassingly large ancestral estate with sprawling grounds, it was a picturesque retreat for you and your colleagues to be feted while celebrating your successes and paving a roadmap for your future.

You had been there before of course, several times. It had actually been your idea to move the company outing to the spot. You found something reassuring in the calm grandeur of the place. Maybe it was the grounds themselves or maybe it was just your relationship with Anthony. Friends since uni, you had joined him and his innumerable siblings there for a few shooting weekends and holidays over the years. After chatty meals and some raucous nights that involved climbing out of windows, the latter of which you hoped his mother would never learn about, being there filled you with happy memories.

You and the Viscount had stumbled upon one another in your first year, headed home from late night parties arm-in-arm, singing and shouting with that unfiltered, instantaneous friendship that can only be formed by two people who just met and are both obliterated with drink. After an extremely messy mashing of tongues and unsuccessful attempt to bed each other, you both woke with embarrassment, headaches and quick realizations that your personalities were not romantically compatible. You would either have ended up murdering or driving one another off cliffs with your shared obstinance, but it was exactly that challenging streak that bound you tightly as sardonic friends and academic rivals. You cheered one another through school and then cheered one another through life as he took his rightful place within his father’s company, and you carved out a career in marketing and design. When his former Creative Director had left, you were the first person he called. Even though your preexisting relationship was no secret, you had still wanted to prove yourself and learn the culture before being handed departmental reins, so for the past year you had worked in a lower level role, getting to know the team and the company’s needs until you had told Anthony you were ready to step up.

As excited as you were, several factors were amping your anxiety. The concern that you would be seen as little more than a nepotism hire. But you supposed there was nothing you could do about that. The details of the event had fallen under your purview too, and you had been juggling caterers and florists and groundskeepers until your head spun. And then there was the brother. Benedict Bridgerton. As a show of support the Bridgerton clan were in attendance at the outing too. It was their home after all. But that left you in constant danger of bumping into Benedict and experiencing the unavoidable effect he had on you.

The first time you saw him when Anthony invited you to Aubrey Hall years ago, it felt like an engine kicked on somewhere in your chest. A new, secondary energy source powering you through life simply by knowing he existed. It drove you to spend as much time as you could in his presence, roared with electricity whenever he was near and sputtered whenever you saw him with a paramour du jour. It was problematic how often he visited you in dreams and how you would flush with heat whenever Anthony mentioned him offhand at work. Benedict was mischievous, funny, and too charming for his own good, with all of the heart and soul to make up for Anthony’s acerbicism. Over the years of your acquaintance you had become friendly if not exactly friends, but you admittedly had never known anybody like him. You knew he did something artistic for a living but not exactly what. You knew he had his own place in London but not exactly where. You knew you had caught him looking at you at recent gatherings but weren’t sure exactly why. What you did know was that your eyes were incapable of looking at anything other than him when you were in the same room, and he was only making it worse by wearing a canary yellow button down to the outing.

You had moved through the event spaces trying to avoid him, not needing anything to fluster you more. That was why you were somewhat hiding in a distant hall of the house, one of your favorites where the family displayed a portion of their considerable art collection. Pieces were always changed out and you found yourself drawn to a new one, a landscape. It was a field on a spring day, windswept with rolling hills in the distance. The lush grass was dotted with flowers - yellow, white, and blue. You felt as if you were standing inside of it, a cool breeze tickling your skin and rustling through the bordering treeline.

You were lost inside the painting when someone spoke next to you, startling you out of your reverie.

“Ah! Dreams in Kent. Like what you see?”

It was Benedict. Of course it was. Beaming at you with that grin that you thought should be criminalized, but which always made you feel better somehow. Your evasion efforts had failed and your heart was now racing somewhere in the vicinity of your throat.

“Yes,” you smiled, trying to act casual. You turned back to the painting - the only safe place to set your eyes. “It’s beautiful. Your family has quite the collection. I’m sure it took generations of curation.”

His eyes followed yours to the canvas. “Oh, we didn’t find this one. We know the artist.”

“Lucky for you. They’re talented.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “Mmm. And he does commissions, if you’re interested.” He shuffled to stand closer at your side, both of you keeping your eyes on the gallery wall. You tried to school your breathing, focusing on the weight of the champagne flute in your hand, something solid unlike your legs.

“About how much for something this size, do you think?” You gestured to the painting mostly to humor him and keep the conversation light. You weren’t sure you were in the market for commissioned landscapes.

“For you? No charge.”

It took your reeling brain a moment to process what he said. Then you realized he was facing you and smiling broadly. “You didn’t paint this?” you gasped. The cheeky devil. He lowered his head and blushed. Something inside you ached. As if he weren’t beautiful enough on his own, now you were forced to witness the multiplicative beauty wrought by his talented hands. You most certainly wanted to commission a piece now. “Oh my god, I had no idea,” you marveled. “You’re a real artist.”

“Real?” As soon as his brow knotted you wanted to kick yourself.

You sputtered, hoping he wouldn’t take offense. “Oh, I just mean…I knew you were an artist but I didn’t know what kind of work you did. I was thinking more pop art or abstract…”

“Like sculptures made out of cotton balls?” His grin widened, creasing the most delightful lines around his bright eyes.

You breathed a sigh of relief. You should have known he would be good humored. “Exactly.”

“Is that what Anthony says about me?” He arched a brow.

“No,” you said firmly, and it was the truth. “He’s obviously proud of you. He just left out the classical landscape bit.”

The warmth that radiated out of his smile finally put you at ease. Yes, you had a crush on him but you were a grown woman. You could hold yourself together during some friendly banter. You didn’t know why Benedict alone seemed to reduce you to a babbling schoolgirl. Interactions with him felt more poignant, more significant somehow. Whenever he looked at you, even though it was hard to breathe, paradoxically you felt alive, free. You felt happy. You’d probably be in closer proximity to him once you stepped into Anthony’s C suite, so it was time to relax and get to know him better.

You turned back to the painting. “So was this plein air?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “A field on the edge of the property. It’s a quiet spot which is…hard to find with my family.” He shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans then his voice dropped to a register you had never heard before. “Speaking of, you’ve been here before but you haven’t seen this spot. Do you want an extended tour? To survey for a vista you may want to commission?”

His eyes leveled on you, glinting. There went any attempt at keeping your composure. This was blatant flirtation. An invitation to…something. A private tour to a secluded spot? Your heart was doing its best to make itself heard again, thrumming to the point you worried it was visible. The evening’s scheduled events wouldn’t begin for another two hours, and you reasoned that some exercise may help settle your nerves. Was there any way you could decline this offer?

“Alright.”

True to his word, Benedict showed you features of the Bridgerton property that you had never seen before. A far flung rose garden filled with statuary, agricultural outbuildings that had fallen into picturesque stages of disrepair, and the looming stone orangery that you had always observed from a distance but never approached. Unlike the goat barns it was still in use, housing an array of palms and warm weather plants in rows across the chess-tiled floor. Even though you had known the Bridgerton family for years, the trappings of their old money lives still gave you pause sometimes. You had hobnobbed with the higher classes your entire life but your middle class roots still caused you to gawp at and ridicule certain things. You each plucked an orange and ate them as you hiked past the lake in which you had swum before, crossed a fallow field and rounded a copse of trees.

Then you saw it. Benedict had captured the field so perfectly, you knew you had arrived before he even spoke. The idyllic fantasy his painting had conjured in your mind was now fully realized, grass tickling at your ankles and breeze brushing through the nearby treeline. Fields rolled out before you to the horizon, beyond the Bridgerton property line but unbroken by any structures or barriers. Just a sea of peaceful green dotted spectacularly with the bright yellow of countless dandelions. It almost felt as if you had stepped out of time into some pocket dimension that only Benedict knew how to access.

“It’s stunning.” You suddenly realized that he was dressed perfectly to match the surroundings, looking like an overgrown dandelion himself in his yellow shirt. It was adorable and endearing. You smiled. “Have you ever made dandelion wine?”

“What?” He chuckled. “What on earth is that?”

“Ah, of course not. Someone whose family has an orangery wouldn’t have tried such a peasant recipe.” You smirked, unable to resist the jab. The field was invoking memories from your childhood. Hazy summers at your grandparents’ cottage in Cornwall where they taught you to gather and ferment the blooms into a sweet concoction. With their ample supply, you couldn’t help but feel that the Bridgertons were missing out.

“I’m not classist toward anything that can take the edge off.” Benedict slowly moved deeper into the field, dragging his feet through the grass.

“Why is there an edge?”

He huffed a sigh, staring out at the horizon. “The usual. Quarter life crisis. Searching for a direction. Posh boy twat who dreams of being a starving artist.”

His crooked grin didn’t mask the plaintive look in his eyes. Blessed as he was with good looks, wealth and talent, the idea that Benedict may have anything less than a perfect life had never occurred to you.

“From what I’ve seen you’ve more than accomplished the artist bit. And consider it a blessing that you don’t have to starve. It appears to me that you have everything you need.”

“Some things perhaps, but not everything.”

His tone was so uncharacteristically serious, his gaze so weighted, you worried he had found your comment dismissive. Now you had to make him smile again. Scanning the ground you quickly found a flower that had tufted into a perfect white orb. You picked it and held it out to him. “Then wish for what you want.”

He brightened and walked back toward you with a playful air. “Do you think it will come true?”

You shrugged. “Can’t hurt to try.”

He bent and picked another tufted stem. “Only if you wish too.”

Something lodged in your throat. The last thing you had expected on this already monumental day was to be cozying up with your friend and boss’s younger brother for whom you had carried a candle for years. The heady excitement coupled with the beautiful backdrop was making everything feel surreal. The event at the house could have been taking place in another world entirely. All of your focus was here.

Smirking at each other, you stepped close and simultaneously blew on the flower held in the other’s hand. The gauzy seeds rose and swirled around you both, heightening the strange magic of the moment. You fought not to react to his proximity and the warm gust of his breath over your hand. Closing your eyes you made your silent wish - that this flirtation would continue; that Benedict perhaps saw you as you saw him; that you could call him your own, even if just for a short while. When you reopened them he was smiling at you.

“What did you wish for?”

You backed up a step, laughing. “No, that’s not how this works. If I tell you, it definitely won’t come true.”

“How do you know?” he lilted, closing the space between you again. “What if I’m the person who can deliver what you want?”

Oh god, was your wish that obvious? Was it so easy to read how much you wanted him? You supposed it was a common occurrence for a man like him but wanted to chastise yourself nonetheless. You would have if your mind wasn’t already paralyzed by the knowing look on his face.

You somehow managed to find your voice, deflecting meagerly. “You first. What did you wish for?” “Ah, I see how it is,” he chuckled. Then everything about his demeanor grew soft and intent. His blue-grey eyes searched yours and you were transfixed by their depth, as if within them you could see forever. “I wished for something just out of reach. Something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Or someone I should say.”

“Someone?” You asked, your voice tremulous. Your heart was pounding. There was no mistaking where this was going but you could scarcely believe that it was actually happening. Everything around you started to fall away, scattering like the dandelion tufts. Everything but his eyes, his lips, and the tender words that escaped them.

“I suppose my wish was to know if they thought of me too.” He peered up through his dark lashes, a calculated move that you knew was designed to devastate you.

“How funny,” you croaked, your voice barely above a whisper as you swayed toward him. “I wished the same thing.”

His eyes lit up and the engine within your chest roared. “Well look at that,” he leaned in, looping an arm around your waist. “My wish came true.”

You moved with equal enthusiasm, pressing your lips together in a moment that was soft but fervent, carrying the weight of hidden feelings and the desire to explore further. He tasted of oranges and comfort; he felt so correct. You wound your arms around each other, warmed by the sun that shone bright across the field. You had been kissed many times in your life, but nothing compared to the breathless wonder of this one. This felt like once in a lifetime. A distant corner of your mind remembered that you needed to get back to the house soon but you were finding it difficult to care. Benedict began to hum happily as he kissed you over and over, winding a hand into your hair as he playfully nipped and sucked at your lips. Pulling back, he smiled and twirled the dandelion stem between his fingers. “These things do work.”

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How to Choose the Best Food Delivery Platform for Your Corporate Needs

1. Consider Your Team’s Dietary Preferences

One of the first things to think about when selecting a food delivery platform for your company is the variety of dietary preferences within your team. Does your office have employees who are vegan, vegetarian, gluten-free, or have specific food allergies? A great food delivery platform should offer a broad range of options to accommodate all dietary needs.

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CHILDREN

PAGE ONE

Panel 1

A group of kids of various ages, genders, and races play on a playground, looking happy.

CAPTION: Everyone thinks kids deserve the chance to be happy and safe, right?

Panel 2

The kids look up towards the sky, concern and fear coming over their faces.

CAPTION: Even the Project 2025 Mandate for Leadership says they want to “restore the family as the centerpiece of American life and protect our children.” [2025, p. 3]

KID: What the…

Panel 3

A huge slab, probably close to 100 feet tall, slams into the ground with a giant KTHOOM! Kids are thrown into the air from the force of the crash. The slab reads “Project 2025 vs. Kids.”

KIDS: AAAAGH!

CAPTION: But let’s see what Project 2025 would actually do to kids and their families…

Panel 4

This panel is broken into two parts. In the first, we see a close up of a hand holding a can of baby formula. In the second, a father looks dubiously at the back of that baby formula bottle. He’s holding a hungry, crying baby.

CAPTION: Deregulate baby formula.

CAPTION: Project 2025 says “labeling regulations and regulations that unnecessarily delay the manufacture and sale of baby formula should be re-evaluated.” [2025, p. 302]

FATHER: Hang on, what’s in this stuff anyway?

Panel 5

A kid puts her hand to her face in horror as she watches two men in red suits throw the PBS KIDS logo into the back of a garbage truck.

CAPTION: Defund educational PBS programs.

CAPTION: Project 2025 calls for defunding the Corporation for Public Broadcast. [2025, p. 246]

CAPTION: They specifically claim PBS educational programs like Sesame Street are “biased to the Left.” [p. 247]

GIRL: Nooo…

PAGE TWO

Panel 1

This panel is broken into two parts. The first zooms in on a kid’s hand lifting a spoonful of goopy, indeterminate food. The second shows kids siting in a cafeteria, staring down dubiously at their lunch trays. More figures in red suits and red ties loom behind them.

CAPTION: Eliminate USDA dietary guidelines.

CAPTION: Project 2025 claims that concerns about “climate change and sustainability” have “infiltrated” dietary guidelines that affect school lunches.

CAPTION: Their preferred solution?

CAPTION: “The USDA should help lead an effort to repeal the Dietary Guidelines.” [2025, p. 309]

KID: What is this?

MAN IN SUIT: Shut up and eat.

Panel 2

The red suited figures pick up the lunch trays, taking them away from the children. A boy is still staring at his spoon full of goop, while a girl turns around in shock as her lunch is stolen.

MAN IN SUIT: On second thought…

GIRL: Hey!

CAPTION: Reduce of the number of free school lunches.

CAPTION: The Community Eligibility Program (CEP) “allows schools or school districts with high rates of poverty to offer meals to all students without having to qualify each student individually.”*

CAPTION: Project 2025 states “Congress should eliminate CEP.” [2025, p 303]

FOOTNOTE: *https://firstfocus.org/resource/how-project-2025-would-leave-kids-babies-hungrier-less-healthy/

Panel 3

We look over the shoulder of a red suited figure who is pointing at some kids lined up outside a school. The kids look shocked and hungry, and they are clutching empty lunch trays.

CAPTION: Eliminate summer meals for many kids.

MAN IN SUIT: Scram!

CAPTION: Furthermore, Project 2025 says “the USDA should not provide meals to students during the summer unless students are taking summer-school classes.”

CAPTION: They call summer meals for hungry kids “a federal catering program.” [2025, p 303]

Panel 4

A group of happy preschoolers sit on the floor, raising their hands in class. A teacher with her back to us is holding a book. To the right, ominously, a man in a red suit starts to open the classroom door.

CAPTION: Eliminate Head Start.

CAPTION: The Brookings Institute says “Head Start improves educational outcomes–increasing the probability that participants graduate from high school, attend college, and receive a post-secondary degree, license, or certification.”

CAPTION: But Project 2025 says it wants to “eliminate the Head Start program.” [2025, p. 482]

Panel 5

The red suited man points toward the door, and the teacher leads her students out of the classroom.

CAPTION: It cites instances in which Head Start children were “abused, left unsupervised, or released to an unauthorized person.” [2025, p. 482]

CAPTION: But it does not address how eliminating the program would support the approximately 800,000 children currently enrolled.

MAN IN SUIT: And stay out!

PAGE THREE

Panel 1

A man in a police uniform knocks on a front door above a red Notice of Eviction that’s been taped to it.

CAPTION: Evict more families.

CAPTION: Project 2025 wants to “rescind legal analysis that authorized HHS to impose a moratorium on rental evictions during COVID.” [2025, p. 492]

Panel 2

A family stands on a sidewalk amid their destroyed furniture, implicitly the things that were tossed out of their apartment when they were evicted. A stressed mother holds a worried child, while two elderly people hold each other. Two men in red suits carry away a low table.

CAPTION: Furthermore, Project 2025 wants to “prohibit noncitizens, including all mixed-status families, from living in all federally assisted housing.” [2025, p. 509]

CAPTION: So Project 2025 would evict a US citizen child because the grandmother she lives with is undocumented–or even a legal resident with a green card!

Panel 3

Two children cling to a chain-link fence, staring grimly. Behind them we see a sea of tents.

CAPTION: Put immigrant kids in tents.

CAPTION: Project 2025 calls for a revision of rules for “family and unaccompanied” immigrants that “allow for large-scale use of temporary facilities (for example, tents).” [2025, p. 148]

Panel 4

Two young teenagers work in a filthy slaughterhouse. One sweeps the floor; the other, standing on a box to be tall enough to reach the table, is sorting animal carcasses.

CAPTION: Relax child labor laws.

CAPTION: Recent news articles have documented an underage worker being killed in an industrial accident.

CAPTION: But Project 2025 says “with parental consent and proper training, certain young adults should be allowed to learn and work in more dangerous occupations.” [2025, p. 595]

PAGE FOUR

Panel 1

A line of kids of various races and genders regular, sit against a wall in a school yard. They have wary, ambivalent expressions on their faces as they gaze out toward us.

CAPTION: Project 2025 also states that “the noxious tenets of ‘critical race theory’ and ‘gender ideology’ should be excised from curricula in every public school in the country.” [2025, p. 5]

CAPTION: It never recognizes that millions of children suffer every day from racism, homophobia, sexism, and transphobia.

Panel 2

An ambulance and fire truck have pulled up to a school. In the foreground, looking at the school, we see the line of kids from the previous panel. Between the kids and the school is a line of tape that reads “Police Line Do Not Cross.”

CAPTION: But just as important is what Project 2025 doesn’t mention.

CAPTION: Nowhere in the 887-page document do the phrases “school shootings” or “gun control” appear.

Panel 3

A wide shot of that big slab on which “PROJECT 2025 VS. KIDS” is carved.

CAPTION: Project 2025 says it wants to “protect our children.”

Panel 4

The slab, now in close up, starts cracking in half with a giant CRAAAAK sound effect.

CAPTION: But maybe our children should be protected from Project 2025.

Panel 5

The kids from the first panel of page 1 happily climb over the rubble of the destroyed slab, escaping its destruction.

KIDS: Ha haaa!

CAPTION: End.

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” - they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them! Get in contact with them on Facebook, shipping to the U.S. only, and tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

Happy Holidays! Yeah, looks like the time got away from us, so we’re only NOW getting everyone their Holiday Food Party at work. The question is, who’s getting the really GOOD stuff and who’s getting grade school pizza slabs? So, if you have any allergy restrictions, just know that we did our best to completely ignore you - just like your REAL employer would.

Aries

Since we mentioned “breakfast” last week, we’re getting you a catered breakfast station THIS week. And before you think it’ll be super high-end with a crepe maker, waffle chef, and carving station, it’ll be a collaboration between IHOP and Arby’s to serve you. So This Week… Remember how we warned you about Krampus before Christmas? This was your punishment. Do Better Next Year.

Taurus

For you, we have a fairly pedestrian-sounding Pizza Party, but it’ll be anything BUT. Don Luigi’s Pasta and Pesto will be rolling up to your company with an honest to god wood-fired brick oven on the back of a trailer. You’ll be the envy of every Bar-B-Que group with a tug-along smoker. So This Week… Right now you’re the only one who knows what the twist ending on this part will be. Keep this secret and you’ll go places.

Gemini

You’ve seen Kettle Corn and Deep Fried Turkey, right? Well get ready for another fried delight as part of your Inter-Corporate Culture War - Fresh Fried Poutine! You’ve heard your Canadian compatriots rave about this mega-calorie winter meal but been turned off by the ingredients. Trust us there is no better time to indulge in this combination of freshly fried potato, beef gravy, and cheese curds. So This Week… Yes, that’s what Little Miss Muffett was eating. This is going to be an eye opening experience for you.

Cancer Moon-Child

Unlike everyone else, you won’t have to eat on your break at the office, because you’ll be having an actual properly rented event hall with full-staff catering for you to enjoy! Yes, you’ll have to get up to walk through the buffet and get what you want, but the selections will be amazing! Salmon, a carving station with roast beef, glasses of shrimp cocktail, and even a dessert table with mini cheese cakes! So This Week… Have you updated your resume lately? You might want to. Hmm? Oh, No Reason! Nope. No reason at all. Everythings… Everything’s just “fi-i-ine.”

Leo

Some might think this is a cheap way out for your company, but in all honesty it’s more expensive. You’re not getting a catered lunch, or a special dinner. You’re getting what everyone ACTUALLY wanted, as voted on in a secret ballot; AN EXTRA DAY OFF! So This Week… Take Wednesday off; it’ll give you a two-days-off, two-days-on, one-day-off, two-days-on, two-days-off week. And who knows, if it works for you and if you ask nicely maybe you can work four 10-hour days instead of five 8’s.

Virgo

We’re not even going to TRY to describe what your holiday food fest is going to be, because there’s something more than special in the works. Your food will pale in the presence of fabled and famed chocolatier Amaury Guichon! And yes, you WILL be able to eat whatever he’s built at the end of the party. So This Week… If you haven’t stocked up on injectable insulin yet, do it before the party. You WILL need it!

Libra

We don’t know what’s sadder - the fact that someone decided this was a good idea or that someone in finance approved it. If we told you your catered food was going to be a burger buffet, you’d think it was going to be great, right? Sadly the bean counters got the proverbial Lowest Bidder contracted so you’ll all be transported back to grade school and some of the saddest cheeseburgers you’ve ever known. So This Week… Look, we feel for you this time. There’s only one way to make these things palatable; stacking your french fries in the middle and all the ketchup. That’s assuming they gave you fries instead of single-serve bags of potato chips.

Scorpio

You remember when your company had a “Who’s Come The Farthest Distance To Work Here” award on Halloween? They had an ulterior motive and it’s now come to fruition. The winner was Advika from Loss Prevention, who hailed from the Indian state of Maharashtra. In her honour they decided to contract a semi-local Indian restaurant to bring in “Pav bhaji” - a thick spicy vegetable curry served with a soft buttered bread roll. So This Week… Whoever the sadistic sunofit who suggested the restaurant make it, quote, “Indian Hot”, needs to learn what that term ACTUALLY means before they say it again!

Sagittarius

Your company is also staffed with sadistic people - and before you say, “Well, DUH! I knew that!”, NO! Uh-Uh! You didn’t know about this one. They’re planning on offering a thousand dollar bonus to anyone that can survive The Ten Rounds Of Jelly Beans. It’s a simple game, really. A big tub of jelly beans with normal and nasty flavours are dumped into a bowl, mixed up, and the contestants reach in, take one, then all eat at the same time. If you flinch, you’re out. So This Week… Remember the movie, “War Games”? According to Joshua, what is The Winning Move? Do That.

Capricorn

Your company is setting everyone up at a hotel and convention center for your event. No one, and I mean NO ONE in your town has ever seen anything like this before! The company will be closing for the next week and you’re all being provided with a room after this 21 and older feast to ODIN! There will be a Viking-Themed longhouse setup with fire pits and mead and musicians and meat and vegetables of all kinds for everyone. And when you’re done just go up to your hotel room to sleep it off. So This Week… Oh, did we say the feast was over? The hell we did! The party started Thor’s Night and won’t end until Saturday Night! You’ve all earned this!

Aquarius

You always think we’re out to get you, but we're intentionally flipping the script on that. So long as you’re not vegetarian you’re about to love this catering set. Say HELLO to the collaboration between The International Model Rocket Consortium and Yankee Bar-B-Que! Your meal will be loaded onto a seven-stage model rocket, launched from a near-by airport and air-dropped with a parachute emblazoned with your company’s name and logo. So This Week… Look, if NASA could drop the Perseverance Mars Rover with a parachute with embedded nerd-speak code in it, what’s wrong with this plan for your company? It’s not like there’s something like apple pie that’s gunna get damaged in it.

Pisces

All things considered, this wasn’t too bad an idea, if a little misplaced. Remember the whole, “Christmas In July” sales idea? Well, they decided to do it in reverse and make the theme “July in Christmas”, except it’s January. Anyway - thematically they’ve gone with a picnic lunch for everyone! So egg sandwiches and fried chicken and grapes and wine and hard cheeses… And you know what? This is actually far classier than we’d’ve ever thought they’d do. So This Week… We all know you do a killer Yogi Bear impersonation, but please, please, no one needs to hear it this time. Discretion is the better part of valour.

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know - or check out the Ko-Fi page ( https://ko-fi.com/icarusthelunarguard )! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Facebook, Ko-Fi, Discord, and BLUESKY.

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