#die weber

[rwpohl]

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[footballandfiasco]

kai & sophia (& one of their dogs) in this video

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Te-Ping Chen and  Lauren Weber

Published: Jul 21, 2023

Two years ago chief diversity officers were some of the hottest hires into executive ranks. Now, they increasingly feel left out in the cold.

Companies including Netflix, Disney and Warner Bros. Discovery have recently said that high-profile diversity, equity and inclusion executives will be leaving their jobs. Thousands of diversity-focused workers have been laid off since last year, and some companies are scaling back racial justice commitments.

Diversity, equity and inclusion—or DEI—jobs were put in the crosshairs after many companies started re-examining their executive ranks during the tech sector’s shake out last fall. Some chief diversity officers say their work is facing additional scrutiny since the Supreme Court struck down affirmative action in college admissions and companies brace for potential legal challenges. DEI work has also become a political target.

“There’s a combination of grief, being very tired, and being, in some cases, overwhelmed,” says Miriam Warren, chief diversity officer for Yelp, of the challenges facing executives in the field.

In interviews, current and former chief diversity officers said company executives at times didn’t want to change hiring or promotion processes, despite initially telling CDOs they were hired to improve the talent pipeline. The quick about-face shows company enthusiasm for diversity initiatives hasn’t always proved durable, leaving some diversity officers now questioning their career path. 

In the wake of George Floyd’s murder in police custody in May 2020, companies scrambled to hire chief diversity officers, changing the face of the C-suite. In 2018, less than half the companies in the S&P 500 employed someone in the role, and by 2022 three out four companies had created a position, according to a study from Russell Reynolds, an executive search firm. 

Once mostly tasked with HR matters, today’s diversity leaders are expected to weigh in on new product development, marketing efforts and current events that have an impact on how workers and consumers are feeling. Warren and other CDOs said the expanded remit is playing out in a politically divided environment where corporate diversity efforts are the subject of frequent social-media firestorms. 

Falling demand

New analysis from employment data provider Live Data Technologies shows that chief diversity officers have been more vulnerable to layoffs than their human resources counterparts, experiencing 40% higher turnover. Their job searches are also taking longer. 

“I got to 300 applications and then I stopped tracking,” says Stephanie Lubin, who was laid off from her role as diversity head at Drizly, an online alcohol marketplace, in May following the company’s acquisition by Uber. In one case, Lubin says she went through 16 rounds of interviews for a role she didn’t get, and says she is now planning to pivot out of DEI work.

The number of CDO searches is down 75% in the past year, says Jason Hanold, chief executive of Hanold Associates Executive Search, which works with Fortune 100 companies to recruit HR and DEI executives, among other roles. Demand is the lowest he has seen in his 30 years of recruiting.

At the same time, he says, more executives are feeling skittish about taking on diversity roles.

“They’re telling us, the only way I want to go into another role with DEI is if it includes something else,” he says of the requests for broader titles that offer more responsibilities and resources. He estimates that 60% of diversity roles he is currently filling combine the title with another position, such as chief human resources officer, up from about 10% five years ago.

During the pandemic, some companies moved people into diversity leadership if they were an ethnic minority, says Dani Monroe, even when they weren’t qualified. Monroe served as CDO for Mass General Brigham, a Boston-based hospital system and one of the largest employers in the state, until 2021 and convenes a yearly gathering of more than 100 CDOs.

“These were knee-jerk reactions,” she says of the hurried CDO hires, adding that some of those elevations didn’t create much impact, leaving both sides feeling disillusioned.

On-the-job obstruction 

American workers are split on the importance of a diverse workforce, surveys find. 

Diversity chiefs also encounter obstruction from top executives, says Melinda Starbird, a human resources and diversity executive who has worked at AT&T, Starbucks and OfferUp, an online marketplace. Leaders sometimes associate diversity efforts with mandates, such as the equal-employment rules that apply to federal contractors. Those requirements for compliance can create executive resistance that bleeds over into other cultural or policy shifts, such as adding Juneteenth as a company holiday, she says. 

“Even if you report to the CEO, it’s still a battle and it’s a smaller budget,” says Starbird, who was laid off from OfferUp in November during a broader restructuring. 

Many diversity executives feel a lack of buy-in from their colleagues. In a survey of 138 diversity executives conducted this spring by World 50 Group, a networking organization for corporate leaders, 82% said they had sufficient influence to do their job, down 6 percentage points from 2022. Asked if they felt supported by middle managers, 41% said yes, an 8-percentage-point drop.

Since the Supreme Court overturned affirmative action in June, companies are anticipating spillover legal action could have an impact on them. Those that are still hiring CDOs want people who can help the board navigate the political and legal landscape of diversity work and figure out how to take defensive moves to shield them from litigation, says Tina Shah Paikeday, global leader of Russell Reynolds’s diversity, equity and inclusion practice. 

“They recognize it would be smart to get ahead of that.”

People are more resistant to company-backed efforts to advance diversity when they are worried about their own jobs, whether because of impending layoffs or disruptions from AI, says David Kenny, chief executive of Nielsen, the media-ratings company. 

Kenny was both CEO and CDO for a time, taking on the diversity role to emphasize how important it was to the future of the business. Even as CEO, it could be a tough sell. Efforts to restructure compensation to make it more equitable created a backlash.

“A lot of it is, ‘I’m losing my slice of the pie,’ ” he says.

[ Via: https://archive.vn/jHRFo ]

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The grift is over.

There seems to be a built-in implication that much of the movements around DIE in the last few years have been performative: organizations making the approved signals to keep the puritans at bay. Perhaps they've now figured out that these measures are, at best, unable to demonstrate their efficacy, or at worst, anti-productive. The number of DIE programs that can or even will quantify or demonstrate their effectiveness with metrics and data can be counted on one hand; the truly fanatical ones will scold you for even suggesting that you should. Or more likely, perhaps they've figured out that as an insurance policy, the impact to the bottom line is no longer worth the investment; throwing buckets of money to purchase indulgences during a moral-religious panic might have made sense in 2020, but not so much in 2023.

Study after study reveals that none of this social snakeoil - from the phrenology of "implicit bias training" to the Maoist struggle sessions of "white fragility training" - actually help, and reliably make things worse by making everyone fixate on identity politics rather than doing anything productive. Meaning DIE is nothing but expensive and destructive virtue signaling. If you want to destroy an organization from the inside, there's no better way than embracing DIE.

You're far better off sticking to your core telos, supported by liberal ethics like equal opportunity, colorblindness and the ideal of meritocracy. Or more formally, Merit, Fairness and Equality (MFE). Whatever results you get from a fair process are inherently fair.

"Diversity" in particular is always about superficiality and thinly-veiled racism, while "equity" requires someone in authority to artificially create preferred outcomes (establishing the perfect conditions for an authoritarian), rather than a system of fairly and consistently applied rules (equality).

I can name five people, men and women, where I work who have different ethic ancestry, who grew up within 40 miles of each other and have the same local accent.

And I can name five white men who grew up on four different continents with three different first languages, who have worked for over a dozen different organizations, from multi-national companies to military to non-profits to education institutions before immigrating.

"Diversity" apparatchiks don't acknowledge the diversity in the latter. Only, like any good racist, the bogus "diversity" in the former.

[fangirlshameblog]

me, before I hit the play button [desensitised]: meh, dickslapping the local branch of the EPP twice a week is his hobby back home, how hardcore can this be?

*two and a half minutes later*

[valkoinenlintu]

simping for felix in tot bist du because they're right - i'm dead. felix be looking too good, damn.

bonus with till and lutz:

(ich liebe die drei so)

Boris Aljinovic (Felix Stark), Ernst-Georg Schwill (Lutz Weber) und Dominic Raacke (Till Ritter) im Tatort "Tot bist du!", 2001

[alltrekvarnews]

Roland Emmerich presenta 'Space Nation', franquicia que abarca series de televisión, juegos en línea y Cortos Animados.

[spreeathen]

Gersbeck kommt zurück! 🥺💙🤍

[papaya-twinks]

Hi kika could u do a lando x reader smut fic where reader is in uni but keeps procrastinating her work even tho its exam season and lando has to force her to do her work by like being a tease and only promising her what she wants after she does her work? Thxx love ur work ❤️

Warnings: Smut, 18+, teasing

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - I’m making Y/N a law student coz im working towards my bachelors and I only know about law 😭 I’m using my flipping sociology textbook

“Lando there’s so much,” you groaned, rolling your eyes at the amount of work. There were stacks of books, textbooks and papers on your desk, your laptop open, flickering with a video as you spun your desk chair round, whining. Lando looked up from his phone, he was lying on the bed, on his stomach, wearing nothing but a towel hung low on his waist - a thin golden chain dangling on his tan chest. 

“How much do you have left?” Lando raised an eyebrow, your tired expression tugging at hid heartstrings. “Twenty questions,” you looked at your medical questions. “Lando, I can’t,” you groaned, standing up from your chair, your gaze flickering down to his bare chest, small water drops clinging to his body. How were you supposed to work with him looking like that? 

“You’re staring, Y/N,”  he said simply, still laying down, resting his head on his hands. “Let’s make this easier for you,” he took your hand, leading you back to your chair. You whined, guessing he was gonna make you do the work anyways, your head slumping in disinterest. However, your eyes widened as he undid the towel, dropping it to the floor, and sitting on the chair. 

Noticing your bemused expression, he smirked a little, taking your hand, tugging your skirt down. How were you gonna get your work done now? His finger teased at your wetness, gliding along softly before he pushed in, pumping you slowly as you moaned, eyes wide, before they squeezed shut. “Feels good, yeah?” Lando smirked, his thumb teasing at your clit. He pulled you onto his lap, his hard length between your legs, before he shifted your body.

“Lando, fuck,” you gasped as he sunk into you, sitting you on his lap, your juices dripping down him. “First question,” he said, making you turned to him, confused. “What was the name of the man who invented Marxism?” Lando asked, his voice almost demanding. “Karl Marx,” you replied, still bemused. “Good,” he said, his hands on your hips, lifting you so his cock nearly slid out of you,before he slammed into you, a loud moan leaving your lips. 

“Next question,” he said, sitting you back down as you gasped, recovering from the movement. “When did Max Weber die?”. You thought for a second, cheeks bright red as you wriggled, sitting on him still. “1920,” he let out a noise of approval, slamming into you again. “Good girl,” Lando smiled, asking the next question. “Which country was slowest on the industrial revolution?”. 

“France,” you answered instantly, hid hips hitting harder against you. “Oh fuck Lando,” you gasped. He asked the questions til he got to 17, your cheeks bright red from the questions. “Who influenced Weber’s views?” he asked, your mind going blank. “I said, who influenced his views?” Lando asked again, his hips slamming into yours almost as a wake up call. “I-uh, Durkheim,” you answered, eyes blurry as you gasped.

An almost disbelieving scoff left his lips. “And you were doing so well,” Lando shook his head. “Who influenced Weber’s decisions?” he asked again, slamming his hips into yours with each word. “Lando, fuck, I- uh, Karl Marx!” you shrieked, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Right answer,” he said. 

You didn’t get any wrong afterwards, your cheeks flushed red, lips parted. “Oh, look who’s done all their questions,” Lando smiled, your body squirming for more. “Desperate,” he said, hands on your waist as he held you up, hips thrusting upwards into you as you moaned. “You deserve it,” he groaned, “doing so well for me,”. 

You nodded, your hand reaching backwards to rest on his thighs, your knot undoing as you shrieked, his orgasm spilling into you and down your thighs. “You better pass, girl,” he smirked, pressing a kiss to your neck. “If I pass, I think you’re gonna end up putting kids or something in me,” 

[shelbgrey]

hi!! could u do mark sloan smut? like drunken sex after a long day at the hospital? thank u !

So, we meet again(Mark Sloan)

Paring: Mark Sloan x ex-wife!reader, cheater!Preston Burke x reader.

Summary: The story of two people that always seemed to find their way back to each other. Mark and y/n devorced after he cheated on her with Addison. Y/n moved to Seattle with Derek to start a new life. She starts dating Preston Burke. When Mark comes back, him and his ex-wife don't go down the same road Derek and Addison did, but instead decide to be petty and attack each other in the most childish ways. Mark still loves her though and knows she can do better than someone like Burke and would do anything to get her back. But what happens when she gets cheated on again and a bottle of grown up juice leads her back to the arms of her ex-husband.

Warrings: SMUT, alcohol, enemies back to lovers, unprotected sex, drunk sex, ex husband and wife, Burke cheating, riding.

MasterList ML2

“And bein' apart ain't easy on this love affair

Two strangers learn to fall in love again

I get the joy of rediscovering you”

She hated how everything reminded her of him, even though she was far away from New York and her name was no longer Sloan, There were still small and big triggers that made his face pop in her mind. Y/n and Derek had this case. A 15 year old named Jake Burton, he had advanced craniodiaphyseal dysplasia. Now, naturally y/n was on this case because she specialized in pediatric surgery, but a case like this you'd need a plastic surgeon as well. 

The hospital didn't have a plastic surgeon who took advanced cases like this, so naturally Webber called Mark. Weber had a thing about bringing ex wives and husbands to Seattle lately. 

“Invasive non-cell. With a history of COPD” Mark said, reading over my shoulder. “That guy's pretty much a goner, huh?”

Y/n sighed, she hated having him here. What she hated most of all was how her heart rate picked up just because of how close he was to her. It was so sickeningly nostalgic, his body being only a hair away from hers and his breath on her neck. She ignored it, she had too. She wasn't gonna fall for it again. 

“nice to see you still haven't lost your sensitivity” y/n said sarcastically, not looking up from the computer. 

“hard to be sensitive, all this rain gets a guy down” 

“Well too bad you won't be here long enough to get used to it” she said, grabbing the chart and walking away. 

Mark followed after y/n as she walked down the hall. He knew he shouldn’t be following her, hell she probably didn’t even want him talking to her but he couldn’t help himself. Y/n looked so good, even though she was still pissed at him. The way her hips swayed while she walked, her hair in a tight bun, he always preferred her with her hair down. “I think I could get used to the rain before getting used to your name not being Sloan. I actually asked for y/n Sloan”

“You knew I changed my name after the divorce”

Mark watched as she walked, his eyes traveling up and down her body. He always thought she was beautiful, her curves, her eyes, those soft lips…he had to force his mind to stop going there, especially after all that he put her through. “You look good” 

“Can't help yourself, can you?” she rolled her eyes.

Mark smirked as she spoke, his eyes drifting down her body again before he finally looked away. “Old habits die hard”

“Too bad it's your worst ones”

Mark chuckled again, that little smile still on his lips. “Don’t you remember the good habits?”

Y/n did, of course she remembered his good habits. The way he never failed to make her laugh, the way he'd hold her if she was scared or hurting. Y/n remembered he'd cook an amazing meal if she was sad or not feeling up to cooking. In the years they were together he would put her before him, at least that's what it felt like. 

She still felt betrayed and all the good memories didn't seem so good now, because now she knew what was happening in between all those good moments. “What good habits?” she finally said. 

Mark looked down at the ground for a moment, his mind also wondering to the good parts of their past. He smiled as he remembered when they first started dating. The dates, the way everything seemed so perfect…the way she laughed at his terrible jokes, how she'd fall asleep tucked under his arm in bed, how soft she always felt against him. 

After a beat of silence, y/n sighed. “Let's just get this case done”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

The day was dragging on, we had just convened Jake Burton's parents to let us do the surgery. Mark and Derek were going at it in Webber's office about it for ten minutes. Y/n just wanted to be done for the day, but she still had the rest of the day and Jake's surgery. While Mark was getting a consult, y/n went to take her break in a on-call room. She had half a mind to maybe find her boyfriend if he wasn't busy. Y/n made it an on-call room and she stopped in her tracks. all she saw was her new boyfriend making out with Christina yang.

She stood there shocked and found herself feeling more frustrated than heart broken. Y/n's been through this before, but it wasn't like a painful act of Déjà vu. Seeing him pinning a bitch like Christina yang to the wall made her blood boil, why did it have to be her? Why did she have to be with him shirtless, sticking her tongue down his throat? 

Preston saw you. He quickly pushed Christina off of him and approached her. “I can explain-”

“Really?!” y/n said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She slammed the on-call room closed, loud enough to make Christina jump and a couple of nurses to look up from the nurses station. The door slammed shut with Preston and Christina still in the room and y/n walked away. 

“God dammit” Preston pushed Christina to the side and ran after y/n. After the scene she caused, the last thing he wanted was her making a spectacle of herself. He caught up to her in the hall.“y/n, don't walk away, let me explain!”

Y/n immediately stopped in her tracks and turned to him. “alright, genius,” she snapped. “Let's hear it, let's hear the explanation”

He let out a sigh before speaking, his voice quiet. “I...I care for you. I truly do. I can't deny that, but” He looked away for a moment, seemingly trying to find the right thing to say. “I've been seeing her on the side.  For a little while now”

“Yeah, no shit!” y/n snapped. She recognized the sighs, this wasn't her first rodeo. She suspected something, but didn't want to believe it. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and not let her insecurities and paranoia get in the way of her being happy. Today only confirmed her suspension. She was hurt, but she found herself not feeling as hurt as she was when Mark cheated. She blamed herself this time, she knew she couldn't trust him. 

Preston sighed again, running a hand through his hair as he leaned against the wall. He wasn't ready to lose her, not like this. He hated the fact that he was cheating, he promised her he wouldn't. But he could explain why he did what he did. “Can we talk about this somewhere else? Please. I don't want the whole damn hospital to hear us”

“Why bother, they all find out anyway” y/n held her arms out sarcastically, looking around the hospital. 

Preston took her hand and pulled her into an empty room, away from the prying eyes of the others.  He was desperate to explain. “Because you are everything I need. Smart. Confident. Talented. Beautiful,” He caressed her cheek gently, trying to soothe her. “But, she's fun. She's like me. We understand each other”

Y/n pushed his hand away from her cheek. “good. You can have her” she snapped. 

His eyes widened at her response. “No, I don't want her. I want you. Christ, I don't know why I keep going to her. She understands me in ways you don't” He let out a frustrated sigh, the realization of how horrible this must feel to her fully setting in now.

“I'm sure she does” y/n rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

Christina doesn't understand him, the only thing they have income is their ego and they both think they are God's gifts to medicine. Not to mention he wanted a family and kids, Christian yang was disgusted by all of that. She sighed, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. 

Preston could see the hurt in her eyes and it made him feel like crap. He just had to come clean about why he continued seeing Christina. He looked at her with a saddened expression as he exhaled through his nose. “She's...more like me. Her and I can talk about surgery all night and never get bored.  She gets it. She's intense”

“I think our relationship just ended,” y/n said softly. 

Hearing those words made his heart sink. His head fell forward in defeat, not wanting to accept the truth behind what she said. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remain calm and collected. It's not like he didn't deserve this; he cheated on her, after all. After a few seconds, he looked up at her. “You're...breaking up with me?”

“I am” she mumbled. 

Preston nodded slowly, taking in what she said. He understood why she was breaking up with him; it was warranted. It didn't make the hurt he was feeling any better though. “I...I understand,” he reached for her hand again, gently holding it. “I'll always care for you, you know that, right?”

“Y-yeah” 

Y/n let go of his hand and walked away, she didn't know rather to laugh or cry. She also didn't know why it… she wasn't hurting? Walking in on Mark and Addison having sex hurt way worse than this. Y/n was more shocked I supposed, Preston seemed to be the last person that would cheat. He was level head, and romantic, way too mature. Cheating didn't seem to be his style. 

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Today just sucked. Jake Burton was a sweet kid and just wanted to look normal, y/n knew Derek and Mark did everything they could, but it still hurt to see the kid go. After her shift ended she got ready to go home, it was the first time in months she was walking alone. Y/n would usually stay at Preston's place or he'd stay at hers. Thank God they haven't moved in together yet. 

The elevator that went down to the front entrance opened. Y/n looked up and saw both Mark and Preston in the elevator. She rolled her eyes, too tired for this shit. “I'll take the stairs” she mumbled and turned the opposite direction before either one of them could stop her. 

Instead of home, y/n found herself across the street in Joe's bar. She had been there before with her friends but never brought herself to drink. It just wasn't her style, but tonight all she wanted was a strong drink. 

“How many of those have you had?” Mark said, coming up to her an hour later. 

Y/n turned to him, she was tipsy, but not drunk yet. She pointed at him. “Shut it. You have no room to judge” 

Mark's lips curled into a smirk. “Maybe, but I have room to drink with you” he sat down next to her and brought the glass she had to his lips and sipped her drink. It was scotch, it was the only thing she probably knew to order since that was the only thing Mark drank around her. 

“Be my guest” she rolled her eyes. “don't get a say in anything around here anyway”

“Scotch, please and another for her too” Mark nodded to Joe. Joe brought two glasses and y/n took a drink immediately. “I drove you to drink, Jesus Christ” 

Y/n tilted her head back and downed the alcohol. She slammed the glass down, The alcohol making her head spin. “Hey, don't take full credit… That fucking heart surgeon helped” 

“Yeah, I heard. I'm sorry” Mark said genuinely, downing the rest of his scotch too. Mark hated she heart was broken. He wanted to kill Preston Burke, he didn't deserve her. 

“I don't care. That cunt Christina yang can have him. He had stick up his ass anyway” y/n rolled her eyes. She turned to Joe. “Joe, can we have shots please!” 

“So you're a no filter drunk” Mark chuckled, he had always seen y/n as strong. But seeing her tipsy and almost drunk was new territory. It was a little amusing. He sipped his drink and chuckled. And she was still so damn beautiful to him. “never saw the day we'd be drinking together”

“Don't get used to it,” she threw back the shot and started coughing. “That's so nasty” she cringed. 

Mark sat his glass down and chuckled again. He loved seeing that cute crinkled nose whenever she drank. “you have no idea how hilarious it is for me to see you drink”

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up” she mumbled, taking his glass of scotch and finished it for him. “fuckin' man whore” She mumbled into the glass. 

That was a new one for Mark. Sure, he got that insult a lot but never from y/n, even after the divorce. He smirked, taking his glass away from her. “What was that?”

Y/n looked over at him, you could tell she was drunk just by looking at her eyes. “Man. whore” she repeated. 

Mark raised an eyebrow at her. There was definitely a hint of anger in her eyes. He liked it much more than he thought he would. He put his glass down, pushing his chair closer so that his knee was in between hers. “You really have a way with words tonight” he teased. 

“Just shut up and drink with me,” She mumbled. “before I punch you in your pretty face” she trailed off. 

Mark chuckled again. “Did you just call me pretty?” He teased taking the drink from her and setting it down. He took her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look up at him. 

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Don't let it go to your head” 

Mark smirked, his thumb tracing her parted lips. His body was so close she could feel the tension. Mark's cologne filling her nose. “you want me to stop?” 

Her heart skipped a beat. God, she didn't realize how much she missed the smell of that cologne, missed the feel of him this close. She shook her hand no. 

Mark smiled even wider. That little nod sent a bolt of electricity through his body. He knew she still wanted him. He was so close already, one more nudge and he could finally taste her again. his hand slid up her jaw to her cheek. His thumb brushed over her cheek bone. 

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Are you gonna kiss me or not?”

Mark laughed lightly before closing the distance between them. She felt warm and familiar. Mark's lips met hers and his body melted into hers. After all these months he finally had it. A small moan escaped his lips. He hadn't realized how much he actually missed it. Her lips moved against his, her breath hitched as she carded her fingers through his hair, kissing him roughly. Mark let his tongue part her lips more. Taking full control over the kiss. He pressed his entire body against hers, trying to get as close as he could. His hands found her hips and pulled her body so she was practically in his lap. The smell of her hair filled his nose.

Y/n pulled away abruptly. “Take me home with you”

Mark looked into her eyes. They were dilated and filled with lust. He hadn’t seen those eyes in so long. It made him want her even more. Mark nodded as he reached for his wallet pulling out the money to pay the bill. He stood up, holding his hand out for her. “Come on” He murmured, grabbing her hand and almost dragging her out of the bar. 

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

As soon as they got to Mark's apartment, her lips were back on his, the kiss was messy and rushed. Y/n quickly pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders as he pushed her backwards towards the kitchen counter. she moaned against his lips, running her fingers through his hair. Getting them lost in his soft hair. 

He chuckled, his hand leaving his jacket to grab her hair, tugging gently as he pulls back from the kiss. “Fuck, I love when you do that” He leans in again, kissing her roughly as he walks her backwards until her back hits the counter.

Y/n moaned, pulling away from the kiss and left messy kisses and love bites down his neck. He groans in pleasure as he feels her teeth marks on his neck. He sets her down on the counter, stepping between her legs as he leans in to kiss her again, his hands gripping her face. “You're gonna leave marks all over me, aren't you?” He murmurs against her lips.

“maybe”

He grins, his eyes darkening with desire as he reaches up to grab the back of her head, holding her in place as he kisses her again, his tongue pushing past her lips. she moaned against his lips, their tongues tangling together roughly as her hands traveled to the buttons of his shirt and tugged them open. He breaks the kiss only long enough to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. He goes back to kissing her, his hands roaming down her sides. “You're overdressed”

Y/n’s eyes traveled down his toned chest. She'll never get tired of staring at him, he was perfect in every way. Her fingers trailed down his chest, tracing every muscle. “do something about it”

His breath hitches at her touch, and he quickly moves his hands to the hem of her dress, slowly sliding it up her thighs. “I thought you'd never ask,” He kisses her neck, carefully pulling the dress higher as he moves his lips lower. “Missed this” 

“M-me too” she said softly, tugging at his hair he inhales deeply as he buries his face between her breasts, his hands squeezing her thighs possessively. He slowly drags his fingers up her thighs, hooking them around his arms as he tries to pull her legs around his waist. “Damn it”

“I forgot how good you feel” y/n moaned softly at the feeling of his facial hair brushing over the skin on her breasts. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped the muscles on his biceps. 

His eyes darken with lust as he grabs her waist, one hand trailing up her back to tangle in her hair. He kisses her roughly, biting her bottom lip before pulling back slightly to look at her. “Better than good, baby” He starts to carry her towards the bedroom. 

He kicks the door to his bedroom open, stumbling inside with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He falls backwards onto the bed, pulling her on top of him as he starts to unhook her dress. “Fuck this dress is cute” 

He quickly removes her dress, tossing it aside as he takes in her appearance. He groans appreciatively, running his hands up her sides and over her ribcage possessively. “Damn” He murmurs, his eyes roaming over her. 

she reaches for his belt, quickly unbuckling it and tugging it out of the loops of his pants. His abs tense under her touch as she unbuckles his belt, his hands going to her waist to help pull her closer as he lifts his hips to help her remove his pants. He's only wearing a pair of black boxers now, his toned stomach on full display. 

her breath hitched as she took him in again for the first time in a long time. She sat in his lap, nothing covering her but her bra and painties as her fingers brushed over his hot skin. 

He lets out a low growl, his hands going to her hips as he pulls her closer, his boxers the only thing separating them. He leans in to kiss her, his lips hard against hers as he grinds his hips up against hers. “Fuck, I missed this” 

she moaned against his lips as his hardened cock pressed against her clothed core. “M-me too” 

His hands go to her back, unhooking her bra with expert precision. He breaks the kiss to look at her, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in her nearly nude form. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties. He slowly drags them down her legs, tossing them aside as he spreads her thighs to rest over his. He runs his hands up her thighs possessively as he looks her over, his boxers the only thing left between them. 

“Please” she moaned softly.

He smiles, his eyes gleaming with lust as he reaches between them to rub his boxers-clad erection against her clothed core. “Please what, baby? You gonna ask me to fuck you? Because if you are, the answer is hell fucking yes”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “please fuck me” 

With one quick motion, he slides his boxers off and positions himself at her entrance. “You sure about that baby? No turning back once I start,” He teases her, pressing against her but not quite entering. “Last chance” His voice is husky and deep from desire. 

“Don't stop! Fuck me!” 

With a final growl, he thrusts into her slowly but firmly, filling her completely. One hand grabs her hip while the other moves to cup the back of her neck, pulling her face to his for a passionate kiss. “Missed this.so fucking much”

“Mark!” she cried out as she dug her nails into his shoulders as he thrusted up inside her. 

He quickly lifts her up and pushes her into the mattress. He pounds into her hard and fast, not holding back as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her legs over his shoulders to get even deeper. He grins mischievously, his voice low and dominant. “Shut up and hold on, baby” 

she shuddered, wrapping her legs around his waist and gripped his biceps tighter. He continues to thrust into her aggressively, his body glistening with sweat as he uses his powerful arms to keep her in place. He nuzzles his face between her breasts, inhaling her scent deeply. “Damn it, you always make me lose control”

“Mark!” 

His pace quickens, hitting that spot deep inside her just right. One hand slips between them to apply pressure to her clit, knowing exactly how she likes it. “Cum for me, baby, show me how much you missed me” 

the knot in her stomach snapped, making her head fall back in pleasure. She cried out his name as her orgasm washed over her. She squeezed his biceps, desperately trying to ground herself. It felt so good, so intense, sex hadn't felt this good in a long time. Seeing stars behind his eyes from how hard he's squeezing her legs, he continues to thrust into her through her entire release. He's not done yet, not by a long shot. He wraps his arms around her waist and flips them over, so she's on top.

she wobbled a bit at the sudden change of position. She was out of breath and her mind was still fuzzy. She gripped his chest, trying to stay up right. “Look at me” He demands, his hands tightening on her hips. He wants to see her face as he brings her back down to earth, shaking and overwhelmed. He continues to guide her up and down his length, his legs hooking hers to keep her upright.

she moaned and gasped, looking into his eyes. His jaw clenches as he watches her above him, their bodies creating perfect friction. He reaches up to pull her down for a rough kiss, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. “Fuck, I'm not going to last” His movements become more erratic, showing he's losing control.

“I need to cum again!” 

At her words, he flips them back over, slamming into her harder than before. He leans down to bite and suck at her neck, marking her. “Cum with me, baby. Right fucking now!” 

With a fierce growl, he thrusts into her one last time, burying himself deep as they both reach their climax together. He collapses slightly onto her chest, keeping most of his weight off despite their sweat-slicked bodies. “Holy shit, missed you so fucking much”

“Missed you too” she said softly and breathlessly. 

He nuzzles his face between her breasts, inhaling her scent deeply. He can feel his heart racing, trying to catch his breath. He wraps his arms around her waist possessively, not wanting to move or break the moment. “Stay, please” he murmurs, his voice muffled.

“I'll stay” she said softly, hoping it wouldn't be a bad idea. 

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🦴 [Die vergleichende Osteologie /. Bonn: In Commission bei Eduard Weber, 1821-1838.

[thatswhywelovegermany]

Der Einfall ersetzt nicht die Arbeit.

The idea does not replace the work.

Max Weber (1864 – 1920), German sociologist, lawyer, and national and social economist

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Hi there hihihihi I infected the SWTD oc I made literally yesterday (Spoilers if you haven't seen it)

You guys remember Weber right? Ofc you do I made her yesterday, and now I've infected herr To kinda explain what I got goin on here. She hangs out with Caz from when he wakes up after nearly drowning (watching over him to make sure he doesn't die (that's literally her job) and then sticking with him to be sure he's alright), to after they find Roy. She sticks with Roy after that and upon Roy stating he needs his insulin she goes to get it for him. After or during (I don't remember a lot of the second half of the game) the whole electricity issue and the getting a helicopter crashed into him Caz gets a call from Weber that's like "Heyyy uhhh, I got the stuff on me. Can you grab Roy's insulin? I've ran elsewhere so the area's safe now but don't come to save me I beg of you" and you get to hear her over the phone just goin through the worst. Caz during his little getting roy his insulin session he runs into her and she looks like this

Yea, not a pretty look. Stuck to the wall. Basically just in the same position as O'connor and Roper. Just groaning in pain while Caz does stuff, she doesn't even sort of attack him like O'Connor and Roper do she's just there like "I thought I told you not to come get me-" and Caz gets what he was there for and leaves. Buuut what makes her interesting you see, this is more of a chrysalis than anything. Some time later and the whole rig is basically like, falling apart and Finlay and Brodie are like "Bro we should do something about that. Ay Caz can you go figure out what the hell is doing that" and for plot reasons Caz does and wuh oh! Guess who it is!

It's Weber! She's detatched from the wall and her state's gotten worse and now she's tearing metal off the ship and just, merging with it. Kinda like the infected absorbing more victims but it's just the metal on the rig. Now, unlike the others, who's death just happened to happen (trots and muir getting squished, rennick drowning, addair being set on fire, ect ect). Caz HAS to kill Weber cause if he doesn't she'll destroy the entire rig. I haven't decided how he kills her but I'm thinkin he manages to lure her to a part of the rig that's like dangling over the edge and he manages to get her on the other side of that bit and she basically does that thing when someone saws off the branch they're sitting on in media and shit and she plummets into the ocean and is not seen again. Rip girliepop Bonus: Post-infection her lines bounce between english and german. With her "HOLY SHIT CAZ HELP" lines being in english and her "Gotta go home to see my family!!" lines being in german. Should I write some voice lines for this poor girliepop? I don't speak german but I could give ya'll some more stuff of her if ya want it

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The Cell will be released on 4K Ultra HD and Blu-ray on January 21 via Arrow Video. Peter Savieri designed the new cover art for the 2000 psychological horror film; the original poster is on the reverse side.

Tarsem Singh (Immortals, The Fall) directs from a script by Mark Protosevich (I Am Legend, Thor). Jennifer Lopez, Vince Vaughn, and Vincent D'Onofrio star with Marianne Jean-Baptiste, Jake Weber, and Dylan Baker.

The theatrical and director's cuts have been newly restored in 4K, approved by Singh, with Dolby Vision. An alternate version of the theatrical cut created by director of photography Paul Laufer is also included.

Special features and limited edition contents are listed below, where you can also see more of the packaging.

Disc 1 - 4K UHD:

Theatrical cut (107 min)

Director's cut (109 min)

Audio commentary with film scholars Josh Nelson & Alexandra Heller-Nicholas (new)

Audio commentary with screenwriter Mark Protosevich & film critic Kay Lynch (new)

Audio commentary with director Tarsem Singh

Audio commentary with director of photography Paul Laufer, production designer Tom Foden, makeup supervisor Michèle Burke, costume designer April Napier, visual effects supervisor Kevin Tod Haug, and composer Howard Shore

Projection of the Mind’s Eye - Feature-length interview with director Tarsem Singh (new)

Between Two Worlds - Interview with director of photography Paul Laufer (new)

Disc 2 - Blu-ray:

Alternate version of theatrical cut - presented in 1.78:1 aspect ratio with alternate grading from a 2K master created by director of photography Paul Laufer (new)

Interview with director of photography Paul Laufer about the alternate version (new)

Art is Where You Find It - Visual essay by film scholar Alexandra Heller-Nicholas (new)

The Costuming Auteur - Visual essay by film critic Abby Bender (new)

Style as Substance: Reflections on Tarsem

8 deleted/extended scenes with optional commentary by Tarsem Singh

6 multi-angle visual effects vignettes

Theatrical trailers

Image gallery

Also included:

Collector’s book with new writing on the film by critics Heather Drain, Marc Edward Heuck, Josh Hurtado, and Virat Nehru

When serial murderer Carl Stargher (Vincent D’Onofrio) falls into a coma with his latest victim still trapped in an unknown location and waiting to die, the FBI turn to psychologist Catherine Deane (Jennifer Lopez) for help. Using an experimental technology she enters the dark dreamscape of Stargher’s mind, attempting to learn his secrets before it’s too late. But his unconscious is a twisted nightmare, a labyrinth that threatens to trap her inside his terrifying world forever. To save a life, she’ll have to risk her own.

Pre-order The Cell.

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Namibia, Botswana, Simbabwe 2024/25 - Tag 7

Herrschaften und Oukies!

Wir wachen auf und schauen erst einmal vom Garten auf die gegenüberliegenden Häuser.

Der typische Nebel liegt über der Stadt. Ab und zu kommen aber erste Sonnenstrahlen durch. Ein warmes und schönes Licht begrüßt uns später an diesem Morgen.

Einfach nur schön, den Tag mit einem ausgiebigen Frühstück zu beginnen. Wir genießen es sehr, ganz ohne Zeitdruck, hier zu sitzen.

Wir fuhren nach dem Frühstück in die Stadt, die sich jetzt merklich füllt. Immer mehr Windhoeker kommen nach Swakopmund, um der Sommerhitze zu entkommen und den Urlaub bzw. die Weihnachtsfeiertage hier zu verbringen.

Swakopmund ist nicht nur der beliebteste Ferienort, sondern auch der Kühlschrank Namibias. Viele Namibier kommen aus dem Inland hierher, um sich abzukühlen. Mindestens 10 Grad kühler als im Rest des Landes ist es hier meist.

Wir parkten unseren Wagen unterhalb vom Cafe Anton und zogen von dort aus los zum Museum.

Das Swakopmunder Museum wurde 1951 von dem Zahnarzt Dr. Alfons Weber gegründet und ist inzwischen das größte Privatmuseum in Namibia.

Dr. Weber war mit seinem mobilen, über eine Kurbel fußbetriebenen Zahnarztstuhl im Land unterwegs, behandelte seine Patienten auf Farmen ebenso wie im Busch.

Nicht immer waren seine Patienten in der Lage, in barer Münze zu bezahlen. So nahm er stattdessen auch gerne historische Gegenstände und Exponate entgegen, die im Laufe der Jahre recht schnell zahlreich wurden. Dr. Alfons Weber sammelte zudem leidenschaftlich Steine und Mineralien.

Anfangs waren die von ihm gesammelten Schätze in einem alten Schuppen und Nebengebäuden seiner Privatwohnung gelagert, die eine Assistentin Webers damals als "überfüllte Rumpelkammer" bezeichnete.

Später nahm Weber an einem Wettbewerb zur “wirkungsvollen Saisongestaltung” teil und reichte dort Unterlagen über ein Heimatmuseum ein. Seine Idee gewann den ersten Preis und so wurde der Startschuss für eine umfassende Sammlung gelegt. Nach elfmonatiger Bauzeit wurde am 17. Dezember 1951 das erste Museum mit integrierter Bibliothek, damals in der Roonstraße, eröffnet.

Mit der zunehmenden Anzahl von Exponaten wurde schon bald ein Neubau notwendig - mit diesem begann man 1958 auf den Fundamenten des alten kaiserlichen Hauptzollamts unterhalb des Leuchtturms vor der Mole. 2 Jahre später fand die Eröffnung statt.

Seitdem wurde der Bestand der Exponate auch Dank der Hilfestellung zahlreicher Gönner schrittweise erweitert. Unter den Utensilien, die dem Museum über die Jahre bereitgestellt wurden, befinden sich auch viele historische Fotos von denen ein Großteil aus dem Nachlass von Zeitzeugen stammen.

Heute sind auf rund 1300 Quadratmetern Tausende von Exponaten für die Öffentlichkeit zugänglich und durch den Einsatz der vielen freiwilligen Helfer des Museums ist das Erbe von Alfons Weber in guten Händen.

Das Swakopmunder Museum hat sich nicht auf bestimmte Themen spezialisiert, sondern zeigt eine vielfältige Auswahl aus allen Bereichen Namibias. In der Eingangshalle werden Flora und Fauna der beiden natürlichen Extreme Namibias - Wüste und Ozean - gezeigt.

Am Beispiel zahlreicher präparierter Tiermodelle können sich die Besucher ein eigenes Bild von der Vielfalt der afrikanischen Natur machen. Auch das Emil-Jensen Herbarium sowie die größte Vogeleiersammlung des Landes befinden sich unter diesen Sehenswürdigkeiten.

In einer Ausstellung im hinteren Teil der Räumlichkeiten werden auf 215 Quadratmetern "Menschen Namibias", die einzelnen Volksstämme vorgestellt, die in Namibia anzutreffen sind. Anhand von Bildern, mehrsprachigen Texten (Deutsch, Englisch & Afrikaans) und verschiedenen Exponaten wird ein interessantes Bild der Menschen im Land gezeichnet.

Im weiteren Verlauf finden sich Überreste aus der Kolonialgeschichte Namibias. Ein Ochsenwagen der Firma Hälbich, der vor 100 Jahren zwischen Grootfontein und Angola verkehrte, die Kutsche des letzten deutschen Gouverneurs und ein Modell einer alten Zwillingslokomotive veranschaulichen das Transportwesen in der Pionierzeit.

Mit der Kolonialisierung hielt auch die Technik Einzug ins damalige Deutsch-Südwest-Afrika. Ein Paläograph (der Prototyp eine Diktiergerätes) aus dem Jahre 1895 stammt vermutlich sogar aus der Hand Thomas Alva Edisons.

Alte Druckerpressen, Phonographen, Schreibmaschinen und selbst ein Butterfass sowie eine Geflügelbrutmaschine legen Zeugnis ab von dem oft mühseligen Leben der Selbstversorger besonders auf den Farmen.

Darüber hinaus sind Schiffsausrüstungen, ein Landungskorb und das Blinkfeuer des alten Swakopmunder Leuchtturms zu sehen. Mike Thygesen und sein Taucherteam sorgen für regelmäßigen Nachschub, unter anderem in Form von historischen Münzen, Schiffsteilen und -dekorationen und sogar Porzellanscherben aus der chinesischen Ming-Dynastie, die vom Porzellanhandel zwischen Portugiesen und Chinesen zeugen.

Gemälde und Fotografien von historischen Handels- und Kriegsschiffen, Schiffswracks an der Skelettküste sowie Schiffsmodelle aus mehreren Jahrhunderten ergänzen die Sammlung.

Es schließen sich die originale Adler-Apotheke von Gerd Böhlke, in der selbst die von Hand hergestellten Tinkturen sowie die manuelle Registrierkasse nicht fehlen.

Die Zahnarztpraxis von Dr. Alfons Weber und das Jugendstilzimmer aus dem Hause Schmerenbeck schließen sich an.

Alle drei Ensembles bestechen durch die Liebe zum Detail: Die medizinischen Instrumente blinken und blitzen, die alte Wanduhr ist auf die Minute genau aufgezogen.

Doch auch die alten Kanonen, Jagdgewehre und Waffen aus der Schutztruppenzeit erzählen ihre eigenen spannenden Geschichten.

Nun ist es Zeit für eine kleine Stärkung und wir schlendern hoch zum Café Anton im Schweizerhaus.

Anschließend ging es noch zum Einkauf in die Stadt: die erste Station war die Buchhandlung mit dem typisch afrikanischen Namen “Die Muschel”.

Als wir da durch die Tür kamen, wusste die Inhaberin sofort worum es ging: den Kalender der AZ.

In der Muschel konnten wir dann die vorbestellten Kalender abholen. Stückpreis in diesem Jahr 299 NamDollar.

Waren die schon immer so teuer? Eine AZ und ein paar Karten plus Briefmarken komplettierten den Einkauf dort.

Danach fuhren wir noch einmal zum Spar, um unsere Vorräte aufzufüllen bzw. für die Weiterfahrt aufzustocken.

Denn auch bei unserer nächsten Unterkunft sind wir komplette Selbstversorger.

Am Abend hatten Trudi und Karl zum zünftigen Braai eingeladen. So eine Angelegenheit zieht sich ja immer über Stunden hin.

Lekker Slaap!

Angie, Micha, Mama & der Hasenbär

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Answer + tag people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

@hazelestelle tagged me, and it's been way too long I've actually done one of these, thank you! 💜

🌸 Favourite colour: Purple

🌸 Last song I listened to: One Day - Muray (I re-added a couple of One Piece openings to my heavy rotation playlist YESTERDAY, and am already in tears because this is one of the first things it started to play this morning, this is fine :)))

🌸 Last film I watched: Interview with the Vampire

🌸 Currently reading: ...not to sound obsessed, but "The Vampire Lestat". Also, "Die Welt geht unter, und ich muss trotzdem arbeiten?" by Sara Weber, which is ironically taking me forever to read due to a number of work related reasons.

🌸 Currently craving: Honestly? A good Taito fic. I've recently fallen back into Digimon hell, and my problem is that I'm very peculiar about when and how I ship them, and there's not exactly much (more recent) fic out there in the first place.

🌸 Coffee or tea: Coffee all the way <3

And listen, I've been not really online here for a while, I feel like I need to catch up with what everyone is doing, so if you've read this far, I'm officially tagging you.