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trexalicious · 3 months ago

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A scathingly brilliant piece from Jan Moir...🤣

Like a cavalry galloping to the rescue of their wounded leaders, former and current employees of the Duke and Duchess of Sussex rushed into print this week to big up their bosses.

In the pages of Us Weekly, an influential American showbiz magazine popular with teens and teen-moms, print and online readers were breathlessly informed by Team Sussex that Prince Harry was a super-great guy, no airs and graces, just a regular dude, rah-rah-rah.

Meanwhile, what about girlboss Meghan? According to those who worked for her and lived to tell the tale, she was completely marvellous, too. No, really. Pass me that halo and let her duchessy love light shine.

For she was kind and thoughtful. She made great gourmet snacks. 'Some of my favourite memories,' said former Archewell president Mandana Dayani, who lasted 18 months until she left in 2022, 'were during our weekly meetings in her Montecito home, where Meghan always served the most incredible lunches and her latest beautiful concoctions.'

I am imagining exquisite delicacies such as 'vegetable soup' and 'green salad', possibly even a delightful 'egg‑based omelette' sourced from the in-house rescue chickens.

As the Sussex staff detailed the positives for posterity, it was hard to determine the true nature of their relationship with their bosses. Attorney-client, doctor-patient, jailer-inmate, star-civilian, duchess-serf?

And was it my imagination or were the outpourings of these worker drones reminiscent of the rising hysteria of someone chained to a radiator in the basement of Archewell Towers, hoping to get home by Christmas?

According to their parti pris gibberish, Meghan was a Tinker Bell of titbits, a Mother Teresa of munificence; this gift-giving goddess who lavished staff with bow-tied presents and on-brand sharing and caring.

'When I adopted my dog, the next day I had a luxury-brand leash and new collar on my doorstep,' said one former staffer, who amusingly thought the gifts were for her pup.

'They want to take care of us,' one current employee told Us Weekly. 'Meghan will do things like: 'You mentioned on the call your skin is bothering you. I put together a kit for you.'

Is that being kind and helpful? Is that tending to the pimpled lame – or a tacit message to up their game?

For those of us who have spent a lifetime working in offices and assorted workplaces, alongside good bosses and bad, the thought of a superior sending you a tub of wrinkle cream or some self‑improving unguent, well, it just makes me want to die.

But listen, there is more. Meghan, said one staffer, is known for giving credit where it's due.

'If you're in a meeting and a great idea is referenced, she makes sure to give props [respect and appreciation] to the person who generated the idea,' they said. 'And after a big trip, every employee gets a personal email thanking them for their contribution in making it a success.'

An email! Oh, how lovely. Isn't this low-level respect the very least a valued member of staff deserves?

These fawning responses in Us Weekly came in riposte to a damning article in The Hollywood Reporter, which stated that the Duchess's 'terrible behaviour' was the root cause of the high turnover rate of staff at the couple's Archewell company.

The report in the entertainment industry bible earlier this month claimed that many of those who work and have worked for Meghan are 'terrified' of her. It included quotes from sources calling her a 'dictator in high heels' who 'belittles' people and has reduced 'grown men to tears'.

I should point out here that Us Weekly is to the Sussexes what Pravda was to Stalin and what The Guardian is to Labour MP Jess Phillips – a blaring bugle of uncritical support. So, we heard in great detail about Archewell team visits to the couple's Montecito mansion, where Meghan gave everyone baskets of flowers, fruit and eggs to take home. So darling of her! She also passed on her children's hand-me downs. Is there no end to her generosity?

One employee even told Us Weekly that despite Meghan's reputation as a mini tyrant, they had 'never' heard her yell. Instead, the Duchess gave her staff 'clear direction and is solution-oriented' – which makes her sound like a rather lovely and amenable bottle of glue.

And when it came to hiring staff, another raving Archewell acolyte insisted that the Duke and Duchess of Sussex always 'picked the best of the best from every field and watered the seeds for them to flourish'.

But what are Harry and Meghan growing for posterity out there in California – an Archewell empire or a damp squib? Seeds, solutions, eggs . . . what the hell is going on?

Of course, these accusations are nothing new to royal-watchers in the UK. The Duchess of Sussex has long been dogged by reports she promotes a toxic workplace environment, along with repeated accusations of what her lawyers insist to this day we must call 'difficult' behaviour. In 2021, reports that the former actress had allegedly bullied and reduced staff members to tears at Kensington Palace were dismissed by the Sussexes as a smear. Yet it is no secret that the couple have lost 18 employees to date in their short time as a company entity in both the UK and the US.

One new American-based source blames 'unbearable' and 'condescending' Meghan for the alarming 'churn and burn' rate. These rumours just won't go away – but the big difference this time is that it is US news outlets that are making the claims.

Maer Roshan, co-editor-in-chief of The Hollywood Reporter, said he stands by the story after a backlash that included one Sussex source saying the claims were 'fabricated'.

Former and current employees of the Duke and Duchess of Sussex rushed into print this week to big up their bosses.

Roshan told Access Hollywood: 'Our reporter talked to a very high-up source who works for the couple and said: 'Everyone is terrified of Meghan.'

'Duchess Difficult is a nickname that has trailed Meghan Markle for quite a few years. What is new is that this notion, since coming to America, that a lot of these rumours were manufactured by the Palace – the reporting that we did suggests that probably isn't true and there is still this undercurrent of fear.'

Many of you might remember Prince Harry, in his high, tight, aggrieved voice, telling the world in his various documentaries and interviews that: 'There is a hierarchy of the [Royal] Family. You know there is leaking, but there is also planting of stories.'

Even The Hollywood Reporter, a neutral observer, now raises an eyebrow at this. This is devastating for the couple whose reputation has survived so far by blaming their difficulties on the Royal Family and the British Press, instead of examining their own alleged bad behaviour.

Just a few issues ago in Us Weekly, the Duchess of Sussex was smoothing down the pleats on her kilt of no-guilt and telling everyone that she was opening 'a chapter of joy' in her life and that everything was hunky in her dory.

But now – yet again – the Sussexes are back at square one; expending time, energy, favours and friends in defending themselves against the indefensible.

We have been here before, we are back here again; swimming against this avalanche of bad press, slaloming though the snowdrifts of snark.

It makes me think, was this westward flight by the Sussexes – this bridge-burning journey into what they presumed would be a better, kinder world, patrolled by powerful friends such as Oprah and billionaire Tyler Perry – simply fuelled by a lust for praise and admiration that they felt was their due?

Yet no longer can Meghan and Harry present themselves to the world as a couple under siege, a pair of self-righteous smirkers who felt themselves to be the victims of racism and bullying.

The Hollywood Reporter has described them as 'poor decision-makers' who 'change their minds frequently', and added that Harry was a 'very charming person' but 'very much an enabler'. The poor fool.

Duchess Difficult and the Enabling Prince? It sounds like a terrible Harry Potter novel, only now there is no magic spell to make this fresh stink vanish into the Californian air.

#jan muir #royalty is not celebrity #merch your royalty #just call me harry #using your office for personal gain #can't buy credibility #lies and the lying liars who tell them #unsussexful #grifters gonna grift #surrogacy isn't a crime but lying is #irs audit Archewell

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cayde-orcat · 8 days ago

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This is a long one, get ready. I'm speaking right now as a former Vivziepop fan (yeah, specifically her along with her shows.) don't let your hyperfixations cloud your judgement from real criticism. Before you ask YES IT IS OKAY TO LIKE THE SHOWS, YES, ITS OKAY TO WATCH THEM. Buying merch? things like that, probably not very cool.

Listen to me carefully: Your enjoyment of a TV show has no impact on your moral character. I am only educating you about a petty, malicious, and greedy public figure.

These videos and their second parts are both really important to watch, I think (links at the bottom of this post)

But to summarize if you don't want to watch these videos:

The Original Voice Cast:

The voice actors of the original pilot did MOST of the work funding that pilot, were led to believe by vivziepop that they would be in the full show, and then almost EVERYONE that worked on the pilot was dropped.

The goodbye song from the og voice actors was nothing more than a professional goodbye.

One of the voice actors was told they were dropped from the show right before her husband died. She described it as "the last heartbreak he ever helped her through." She had been left in (I believe) millions of dollars in debt from it all. Her and some others held a Livestream to help her out, and Vivienne told them they cannot use the voices of the old cast during the stream. They would have made significantly more money if they had been able to do this, voice acted skits and requests is what made the Hazbin Pilot possible, and what made them so much money in the first place. But apparently, because Viv wasn't benefiting from it, they couldn't use those voices.

Spindlehorse's work environment:

Spindlehorse takes in mostly fans of the shows, and animators with little to no professional experience, they are easy to take advantage of and ARE taken advantage of. I won't go into pay rates because I'm bad at remembering numbers and you should watch the first video for all of that, but the turnover rate at Spindlehorse is FIFTY PERCENT. A good average turnover rate is 10%.

The pay gap between their favorites and everyone else is, gross, honestly. Their normal workers get the industry standard, while their favorites get significantly more than that.

Many people who haven't signed an NDA have talked about how bad of a work environment it is. Some have even talked about how hard Viv and other people in management are to work with.

Kendraw, art theft, and false allegations:

This is going to be a very light summary of a LONG video. Watch VIVZIEPOP VS KENDRAW for a better understanding. If you do not want to watch the video, here you go:

Kendraw was, to my understanding, a good friend of Viv before the pilot came out. Kendraw's pronouns are they/them. Viv has always known this.

Kendraw would give Viv a lot of suggestions for the pilot, to the point where they basically wrote it for her. Viv had called herself a bad writer during all this.

They also made a concept drawing of Cherri Bomb, and when they showed it to Viv, she asked to "work off the post" and credit them if she did so.

This was Kendraw's art.

This, was Vivziepop's. (This may not be Cherri's first official render, but it's one of them.)

Kendraw was not given credit for this drawing, not given credit for his ideas for the pilot, and MANY others weren't given credit for their work on the pilot as well.

Kendraw asked Viv calmly, why they and others weren't given credit. Vivziepop told them she felt attacked, and went on to misgender Kendraw to other people, along with accusing them of talking inappropriately to a minor, instead of just, giving people the credit they deserved.

There's more to this situation, but I know people will only read so much, so this is just a little surface scratch of how BAD of a person this woman is. Not enough people are talking about this, too many people are groveling at her feet.

Let me remind you that it is FINE to like Hazbin and Helluva. I'm not the boss of you, I just think people need to talk about this so much more than we are.

We need to be aware of the people we idolize.

VIVZIEPOP V KENDRAW: the deepest dive:

https://youtu.be/DwRb4ydYTdQ?si=V4Hk6TIhLVOZAAXd

Vivziepop is a Bad Person - Part 1

https://youtu.be/pQqQhF5Q3EA?si=AAsLlPAMPQkYzVUU

#vivziepop #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #kendraw #please please just hear me out pleaee

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formyloveoflove · 6 months ago

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Carmen Berzatto and the Very, Very Bad Work Environment

There is enough space to empathize with Carmen and hold him accountable for his actions. He’s trying very hard to change, but that doesn’t mean he’s not hurting people in the process.

“Hurt people hurt people,” isn’t that how the phrase goes? I don’t think he’s a monster. I do think because of his trauma, he’s tunnel-visioned on the worst parts of himself. And in doing so, he’s isolating himself.

It’s not the “If it’s not perfect, it doesn’t go out.” It’s the condescending tone, the dramatic performance of slamming it in the trash. It’s the anger that’s associated with it. You can still have this ideology without being mean or hurtful about it.

Carmen is stuck in “I’m going to smoke this motherfucker” mode. He views everyone in his staff as competition, and has a tendency to discredit or diminish their capabilities. He demands perfection on a BOH staff of three (?) that only has 1/3 of fine dining experience who have to produce a new menu every day for a failing restaurant. That’s all these different stressors coming into play. That’s

a new arena and standard for Tina, Richie, Marcus, Gary, etc.

with menu changes every day, there’s no comfort to fall into. There’s no rhythm. There’s no way to prepare.

they’re understaffed, so there’s no one coming to save you. sometimes, your calls for “hands” go unanswered. You have to juggle two, three, four things that you just learned to cook. Something’s going to get fucked up, and sent back. And Carmen’s going to yell at you about it. Also, if you want to take a mental health day, it could jeopardizes everything

in the midst of all of this, Richie and Carmen are screaming everyday. They have at least one physical altercation. If you don’t think constantly hearing two people argue all the time is damaging, then ask anybody who grew up in a dysfunctional household. Me, for example.

then the bitter realization that doing all of this is not making them money. My good man Ebra is though (and thank god he got some help bc he was threading water, too)

The Bear is a hostile work environment. Full stop. There’s constant aggression and ridiculing. Once, I worked in a hostile work environment for six months, and it caused me panic attacks, nightmares, and extreme bouts of depression. I cried coming to and from work because i wanted to leave, but I loved the kids that i worked with and i had no other options available. In those situations, “You’re trapped,” no pun intended (well, maybe a little pun intended).

And the consequences of a hostile work environment:

higher rates of stress, anxiety, burnout, depression, and other mental health issues in employees

decreased productivity

high turnover rates - we’re both told about this about the BOH staff and shown the FOH staff. Try counting how many of the wait staff stay in between debriefings

erosion of trust and morale

The course that Carmy’s set sail for is leading him straight to disaster.

There’s a reason we’re shown Carmen’s experience in other successful and starred kitchens that have welcoming environments. There’s a reason why we see Chef Terry shutdown Carmen’s aggression towards Luca. There’s a reason why we get “I think about you too much” and “I don’t think about you at all.” There’s a reason why we get “This place could be different than any other places we’ve been at.”

Now, I don’t think comparing the consequences of Carmy’s actions on those around him to those of Donna’s or NYC Head Chef’s on him is right. Everything happens on a spectrum, and I’m just not for creating hierarchies for people’s hurt in real life, so I try not to do in fictional cases either.

Carmen’s trying to work through some shit, so I’ll give credit where credit is due. I’ll give gold stars to anyone out there, trying to unlearn some negative habits and make themselves better. I’m doing it now, and that shits hard. However, I won’t be giving Carmen a cookie because he didn’t tell his staff to kill themselves like his old boss.

Carmen has to “change the chemistry.” He has to acknowledge that he, himself, is capable of change. And it can’t be because Syd said so. It would be hard for him, but I would love for him to look around and see what he’s done to his own staff and change. Not just want to change but actually change. With his double-guessing to both Syd and Ebra, it might not take him long to get there.

Mikey’s gone. His old chef doesn’t care.

There’s no one else to spite. Carmen has so much anger, resentment, and fear, but he, also, has his moments of happiness and laughter and courage. He, also, has so much love to give.

It’s very hard seeing a character that you love and can relate to become cold and distant and mean to other characters that you love and relate to. But we got another season, so I want to stick around for it.

#the bear #the bear fx #carmen berzatto #the bear meta #the bear spoilers #the bear s3 #the bear season 3 #not becoming your parent is hard work #joy does come in the morning

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aita-blorbos · 1 year ago

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AITA for killing this guy? (he was fine after)

I know it sounds bad, but hear me out. I (??m) started a bet with one of my employees (??m), and without going into the classified details of it (my job deals with a lot of things that need to be kept from the general public), we agreed that by the end of the month, one of us had to prove our point, and the loser would lose their job (worth noting, but 'losing your job' in positions like ours is pretty synonimous with being removed from existence altogether). The thing is, I wasn't allowed to do anything myself (I set this rule, not to brag but the game would be over before it even began if I hadn't). My hands were tied, so i needed someone to play in my stead. Now, I admit, I might not have gone about it in the most gentle way, but I needed a player, and honestly he should be thankful it was me that shot him and not the other person there (to make a long list of grievances short, hes been trying to 'kill' his way to a promotion for about as long as ive had my job). Anyway. My proxy (15m) entered the game, with advantages I'd given him I must add, and did incredibly. I knew he would, of course, I chose him because he's got the kind of imagination needed for this. Sure, there were some close calls at times, but in a game like this I'd be more surprised if there aren't close calls. To make a three week long story short, my proxy did exactly what I needed him to do, up until I offered him my position for a job well done (turnover rates for my position are notoriously high, and with how high stress the job is, I've admittedly been looking for a way to step down for a while). He flat out refused, and forced my hand to shoot him again (don't ask). I brought him back to life after, though, so I really don't think it's that much of an issue. My proxy even tried to contact me after (I didn't answer, obviously, that'd just be more trouble then it's worth for both of us), so if it all worked out in the end, am I really in the wrong?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #child harm #child endangerment

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daydreamgoddess14 · 1 year ago

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Everything More Than Anything pt. 2

Sydney Adamu x Carmy Berzatto - R rated 🔥

Full Masterlist

Sydcarmy Masterlist

Chapter 1

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Syd's brain is in overdrive, she needs some help with the mental load...

Chapter 2

With Carmy finally on board, Syd threw herself into work more than ever before. The crew rose to the challenge they'd set them, and were improving day by day. Some days though, chaos reigned no matter how hard she tried. The turnover time on a handful of tables was too short, they had diners arriving for tables which were still in use - a nightmare for an already too busy Saturday night. Richie had handed over expo to Carmy so he could deal with the front of house noise, leaving Syd and Tina both covering his station.

"I need to fire the dessert right now for table 4 and 8 please, Marcus."

"Yes, Chef."

"Are those the two tables waiting to turnover?" Syd called over,

"Richie's waxing, don't worry. They'll be sitting in 20. Yes Marcus?" Carmy confirmed, pushing Marcus for the desserts.

"Heard, Chef. Plating now."

"Excellent, thank you. Can I have hands ready to go please. 4 and 8, let's go." Syd watched Carmy direct the expo with ease, unperturbed by the additional stress of the first cover's late arrival and the second's early arrival.

"Hate it when people are late."

"Early is just as bad."

"Early gets a drink at the bar. Late pisses everyone off." She reasoned.

"It's done. Let's move on, I've got 3 halibut and 5 salmon all day?'

"3 halibut, 5 salmon all day, Chef." She confirmed,

"Behind, Jeff," Tina called out at the same time, brushing just a hair too close to Syd and catching her wrist with the hot pan.

"Shit," Syd gasped, the pain taking her breath away,

"Baby, I'm so sorry! Fuck, let's get you under some water, honey -"

"It's OK, you carry on. Marcus, can you plate these please?" Syd stepped away from her fish as Marcus moved into her space. Carmy was already running the faucet so she plunged her hand straight under the water flow. Her eyes screwed up, she grimaced in pain as Carmy took her hand and turned it over to check the burn.

"Looks nasty. Keep it under there," he instructed. "Let's get 2 of those halibut and 1 salmon ready to pick up, Marcus. Followed by 3 salmon."

"Yes, Chef. You good, Syd?"

"Fine Marcus, thanks. The first salmon is SOS, please."

"You got it, Chef."

"You good?" He asked quietly by her side,

"Sure." She breathed out through pursed lips, pain still evident on her face. She went to move her hand from the water, but his firm grip still holding it kept her from doing so.

"Not yet. Still hurts?" She nodded, "so keep it there." He said firmly.

"That's new 4 and 8 seated. Order coming on now." Richie moved through the kitchen,

"Thanks, cousin, are they happy?"

"Nothing a couple of free margaritas won't cure."

"Fucking heard, Chef." Syd agreed, teeth still gritted against the pain.

"Ouch, burn baby burn? I'll save you a marg, Syd. Tequila will take all your pain away, honey." Richie bounced her shoulder sympathetically as he passed. She stood with her hand under the water for 10 long minutes with Carmy checking in periodically, mostly to make sure she hadn't moved.

"My fingers are numb, can I move now?" She asked, he nodded as his pen flew across the table information and crossed off the latest table completed.

"Yeah, c’mere," he turned to draw her in and pulled the first aid kit from under the table. He took out the burn ointment and smeared some across his index finger before lightly applying it to the angry red burn on the side of her hand. Her free hand pulled her jacket collar away from where it crowded her neck, his eyes flicked up to watch her. She could feel the goosebumps on her arm as he gripped it gently to apply the cream. She was fascinated by the diligence and tenderness he touched her with as the rest of the busy kitchen disappeared around her. "Plating tables 10 and 16, Marcus?" He called out, his focus split equally between the crew and the tickets lined up on the expo, and her. She felt her heart rate pick up as she watched him multitask. She'd tried for a long time to ignore the ache between her legs whenever he exuded total control like this. Seeing his confidence and skill in full flight was really something. "That ok?" He asked quietly, bringing her back down to earth.

"Yep. Yes, Chef. Thank you."

"Good. You've got 2 halibut and 4 salmon all day."

"2 halibut, 4 salmon all day." She repeated back, tearing herself from his side and back to her station. Tina was wrapping her in a hug instantly,

“I’m so sorry, baby. Are you ok? Lemme see,” She turned Syd’s hand over in her own,

“It’s ok T, I’m fine. It’s not a bad one.” She reassured the older woman, “let’s get back on it,” she listened carefully so she could get caught up and the rest of the service went without issue. As promised, Richie delivered an ice cold margarita to her station just as they wound down and started the clean up.

“Coulda been worse sweetheart, I once put my whole palm down on a stovetop. It was one of those electric hotplate ones an’ I forgot it was on. Burned my whole hand. Fuckin’ grim, and holy shit the pain was insane.” He held up his palm, examining it for signs of evidence.

“Thanks Richie, god that’s gorgeous." She took a long drink from the cold cocktail. "Front of house get cleaned up under your watch?”

“Sure it did, smooth as a baby’s ass. No one had a clue.” She grinned at his enthusiasm.

“Ok. Same again tomorrow?”

“You know it, Chef. Someone wants stars after all,” he rolled his eyes affectionately.

“Oh c’mon Richie, you know you want it too. Don’t pretend you weren’t impressed at Ever.” She teased.

“We’re gonna be better kiddo.” He slung an arm around her and dropped a kiss on the top of her head before dancing away from her, “ When you wish upon a star, Your dreams will take you very far, yeah, ” he sang, “ You're a shining star, no matter who you are, shining bright to see, what you could truly be… ”

“Beautiful, thanks for that. Really showing your age there with the 70s disco.” He laughed,

“Everyone loves a classic. What’s your dad listen to?”

“Yeah, it’s the classics for sure. Disco, Soul, Motown, a little 70s rock, he really likes to get down. Got some great pictures of orange corduroy flares and silk shirts.” She grinned, “I literally caught him this morning busting a move while he made coffee. He made me go to dance classes with him when I was a kid.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, cos y’know… my mom. He wanted to meet people, make some friends, but it’s not easy I guess with a kid hanging around, so he just took me with him.”

“Cute, So you’re gonna go on Dancing with the Stars once you’re a top fuckin’ famous chef, yeah?” Across the room, she caught Carmy laughing.

“No, hell no. It was 20 years ago, I have conveniently forgotten everything I ever learned.”

“Bullshit! Yo Tina, did you know Syd’s got moves?”

“Course she does honey,” Tina scoffed, “we’re always dancin’ around here when you ain’t watchin’! So, we done here, Chefs?” She looked around to assess how everyone else was getting on.

“Yes, Chef. Let’s go home. I could fall asleep on my feet.” Syd sighed, a yawn creeping up on her.

“Syd, fall menu tomorrow?” Carmy asked as they all milled around grabbing coats and changing shoes.

“Yeah sure, I was going to swing by the market at Logan Square in the morning first?” Syd could feel Tina watching them,

“Sounds good, mind if I get in on that?”

“No, that’s�� that’s totally fine.” She frowned as she spotted Tina turning to hide a smile. “Night everyone,” she took Tina’s arm and the two women left together out into the warm evening.

“Something goin’ on there?” Tina asked as soon as they were away from the building.

“No! Tina, god no. That is a ridiculous suggestion. It would be a terrible idea, for one. And secondly, I don’t even like Carmy y’know, like that .”

“Sure honey, it’s not like you idiots are spending all day looking at each other or anything like that, right? You must think I’m blind, babe.” She laughed.

“Shut up, Tina.” Syd grumbled as her Sous pulled her along to the train station.

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“Yo, what’s that?” Carmy asked, weeks later. Sundays in Logan Square followed by brainstorming/ cooking/ menu planning at Carmy's had become the new normal.

“What’s what?” She said, a teaspoon held between her teeth.

“That face?”

“It’s just my face?”

“No, there was a look - is it the consommé?” He took the spoon from her mouth, and dipped it into the amber liquid to try.

“Don’t double dip.”

“It’s only us eating it, doesn’t count.”

“The consommé is fine.”

“Yeah, so what’s up?”

“I just have a thing… I’ve done something to my shoulder,” she winced as she rotated it.

“May I?” He asked, raising his hands. She nodded and he stepped behind her, “where?”

“Like, below my shoulder blade, kinda here -” she stretched her hand behind her back and roughly pointed to the area where her bra’s shoulder strap met the horizontal band with a sharp intake of breath, “hurts like a motherfuc -” His thumb pressed into the soft flesh of her back,

“Here?”

“Little lower,” she squeaked, “and to the lef -, ohh fuck,” she trailed off with a sigh as he found the problem area.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she breathed. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, and the warmth of his hands - one kneading the space somewhere between her shoulder blade and the top of her ribs, and the other on the opposite side of her waist to hold her still. She could feel how rigidly she stood.

“Relax, s’probably not helping.”

“Easy for you to say.” She muttered, desperately gritting her teeth to hide the moan on the tip of her tongue.

“Yeah, right.” His thumb found a particularly tender spot,

“Ohh god, fuck,” she let out a broken whine, her hand flying up to cover her mouth in embarrassment. She jerked away from him but his hand on her waist held tighter,

“Just -, I’ve nearly got it, Syd.” He said hoarsely. “Better?” He asked, clearing his throat. She let out the breath she’d been holding, it felt like she couldn’t hear her own thoughts - only white noise.

“Yep, great. Thanks.” She turned to face him, fiddling with the collar of her t-shirt. “I gotta… I gotta split, my dad’s been on me for not hanging out with him anymore.”

“You doing anything?”

“There’s an exhibit he wanted to see at the Art Institute. Was gonna take him to get crepes after.”

“S’good, you should get outta here.” He shoved his hair back, pushing the curls off his face.

“See you tomorrow?"

"For sure. Say hi to your dad from me." He said shyly.

"Yeah, maybe next time uhh, I dunno, you could come too. If you wanted, I mean. I keep meaning to take him for breakfast at Kasama." She wrung her hands, swaying lightly on the balls of her feet.

"I'd like that, Syd." A smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, "But you should go, otherwise he'll uninvite me."

"Fuck yes, yes he would." She rushed for the door, a loud "see ya!" As it slammed behind her.

Another couple of weeks rolled on, and as much as Syd didn't care to admit it, Carmy had been right. Taking their time, building everyone's confidence at their own individual pace, caring about every detail, was working. By running a minor injuries triage on the sideline, Carmy had kept Syd on the straight and narrow. The good vibes were almost intoxicating. As they’d moved into early September, Nat had reduced her hours to as few as possible with her due date looming but she was impressed with how things had improved since opening night. Yet Syd couldn’t switch her brain off. It felt like a constant stream of thought, she could feel herself only giving half of herself to any conversations she was a part of, the other half consumed with what they needed to do next, do better, do more of.

“Yo, Syd, you listening?”

“Of course I am,” she looked up sharply at Marcus,

“What’d I say?”

“We were talking about…” she racked her brain, the guilt mounting. She hadn’t been listening, not even close. The last thing she’d heard was about Luca’s plans to visit, she’d then switched off to think about whether she and Carmy could drag him in for a day or two of training with a few of the crew. She was outlining a possible training plan in her mind, splitting the two days into chunks of time dedicated to the things she wanted him to show them.

“It’s a nice idea, Marcus, totally fine for you to take a day or two and show Luca around.” Carmy confirmed,

“It’s a great idea. There are so many good places you could show him.” Syd nodded along, shooting Carmy a grateful look for saving her. Marcus grinned,

“Thanks guys, ‘preciate it.” He left the office and went back to his station, pulling his phone out to text Luca.

��Not listening?”

“Thank you for the save.” She slumped further into the spare office chair.

“You got lucky.”

“Ok, ok, I zoned out.”

“You’re always zoning out. Pretty sure you don’t really listen to anyone anymore.”

“I listen to you. Usually. I had an idea about doing a workshop with Luca - if he’s up for it?”

“Dude comes on vacation and you want to put him to work?”

“He’d love it.”

“We’ll think about it.” He assured her, “where’s your head at?” She looked away at the books over his shoulder,

“I dunno,” she mumbled, “s’like I… like my brain is just so full of stuff, I can’t think fast enough, can’t write it all down quickly enough. I just can’t switch it off, it’s constant.” She tried to think of the last time her mind wasn’t a relentlessly moving machine.

“You sleeping?”

“Sometimes. I get a few hours if I’m lucky. Don’t you feel like this too?” She asked, almost desperately.

“I used to, til someone started giving me shit about having my full focus.”

“Haha, so funny,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m serious.”

“So am I. That is how it felt before. Then you told me to focus, so I did. One thing at a time. Mostly.”

“What’d you do?”

“Listened to you. Prep helps - keeps my hands busy and gives me time to think.”

“I don’t get it. Did you know Dolly Parton wrote I Will Always Love you and Jolene on the same damn day? So why the hell can’t I do what I need to do in a day? I need to empty my brain completely first. A total reset. Just blank space, no thoughts at all. White noise.” She rubbed her tired eyes, “now that would be first fucking class.” She handed him her half empty iced coffee and swiped the half slice of toast left on his plate holding it between her teeth, “Oh fuck -”

“S’up, channeling Dolly Parton?” He sniggered.

“No!” She scoffed, “I just realized how to… ugh, but it means Tina was right. God fucking damn.” She chewed thoughtfully.

“You’ve lost me?”

“Yeah, nevermind. Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah?”

“For real. Back to it, Chef.” She left the office, still cursing under her breath.

White noise. Suddenly it was all Syd could think about, the last time her brain had got up and walked out on her had been when Carmy had his hands on her. She'd felt the warmth of his hands through her clothes burning into her skin, his firm but careful touch trying not to hurt her. The way he'd grazed a particularly sensitive spot that would have made her knees buckle if the table hadn't been holding her up. And of course Tina had been right about the best way to relax. Because of course that would be the answer. She fell practically mute during service, robotically repeating back to Richie on expo, but otherwise not really engaging. She missed the whole conversation about Tina’s birthday plans, didn’t even flinch when Connor dropped a baking sheet right at her feet and didn’t once argue with Richie. She could feel Carmy’s gaze burning right through her at every opportunity, but he didn’t pull her up on her silence.

“Earth to Sydney Adamu, come in Sydney Adamu? Are you reading me?” Richie called over, using his hands as an amplifier,

“Sorry Richie, miles away. What’s up?”

“... Dude, that’s what I’m askin’ you? Where’s my sparring partner, huh? I musta mispronounced at least three different dishes tonight and you didn’t rip me even once! An’ you know I can’t rely on Carmen for witty banter - that’s our bag!”

“Witty banter?” She laughed, “I’m very sorry Rich, it won’t happen again. I promise if you really want me to roast you next time you fuck up, I’ll be there in a hearbeat.”

“That’s my girl! That’s what I wanna hear! Ok lizards, that’s the kitchen closed - thank you and goodnight. Not literally of course, get cleaning. Cousin, coming to burn one?” Carmy shot her one last look before following Richie.

“Baby, you good? I like, signed you up to cater my whole fuckin’ birthday party and you just agreed no questions asked?” Syd sighed with relief, of course she would have agreed to that regardless.

“T, hell could freeze over and I’ll still do your birthday. You know that!”

“I know, just don’t want you burning out - you’re workin’ too hard.”

“I’m working the same as I always do. I promise I’m fine.” She popped a kiss on Tina’s cheek as Richie and Carmy came back in to join the clean up. By the time the kitchen was spotless, Syd was drained. She called out goodbyes from the office as the others left, scribbling notes before they got overtaken in her brain by something else and something else and something else.

"Syd, home." Carmy peered around the door. Half the lights were off and there were only the two of them left.

"Shit, sorry. Yeah, I'm going." She dragged herself from the desk.

"Look, can I try something - and you can tell me to fuck off?"

"I doubt I'm gonna tell you to fuck off, Carm."

"You might. Close your eyes?" She hesitated, but did as he asked. "What are you thinking?"

"Honestly?" She felt him nod.

"Well, I started to think we needed a new fruit supplier cos I swear we're being screwed on strawberries. Then I got onto strawberries being ready earlier each year because, y'know, climate change. So I doomspiralled a little, wondering if we need to move premises due to flooding, food prices, food shortages… but then I got kinda back on track thinking we could grow our own fruit and vegetables but that's, like, a lot of work and now I'm just about back to getting a better fucking supplier - ohh, or joining up with other spots nearby to buy bigger quantities, cheaper? Also, climate change is gonna kill us all, so that was a fun little detour." She finally stopped, eyes still closed, it was so quiet she wondered if Carmy had just left the building during her rant. Then he laughed. A lot.

"Syd sweetheart, fuck, you need to get some sleep."

"Fuck you, I know I do. But that is the state of my mind at the moment, and it is not funny! Things are going so well, why can’t my mind just let me breathe?" She sighed. "Can I open my eyes now?"

"No." She felt a hand on her waist, his insistent kiss on her lips, and she squeaked in surprise. He pulled away as she leaned in, leaving her swaying on the spot.

"Oh." She opened her eyes with just enough time to see him move towards her again.

"Oh? Should I stop?" He asked. She shook her head, words failing. Somewhat more prepared this time, she met him halfway in an instant clash of tongues and teeth. With one gentle push backwards, he'd pressed her against the wall. She gripped his t-shirt in her fist, catching the chain around his neck at the same time.

"Ohh god," she moaned in exactly the same way as she had in his kitchen. He nipped along her jawline, one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her ass.

"Sounds familiar," she could feel him smile, "how's all the big brain shit goin'?"

"Fuck, Carm -" She gasped as his hand moved from her neck to palm her breast over her t-shirt, "no thoughts here." He pulled away from her abruptly, holding her steady against the wall,

"Good girl." He watched as her breath stuttered at his compliment and smirked. He flicked his wrist at the button of her pants, and kept his eyes on her as he slid them over the curve of her ass. She nodded for him to continue, and he dropped to his knees in front of her, dragging the material down her leg and pulling off her sneakers. She waited for him to reappear, but he didn't. Instead, he hooked her knee over his shoulder,

"Wait, what?"

"I'll stop when you forget your own name. How's that sound?" Her jaw dropped, "kidding. Mostly. Say now, and I stop, and we can forget this ever happened, 'K?"

"I don't want you to stop," she whispered.

"Good." He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her soaked underwear and pulled them down her legs, then he nudged her legs apart and lifted one to drape it over his shoulder. "So wet, Syd," he teased, peppering her inner thighs with kisses. He licked a broad stroke through her folds, his nose nestling up against her clit. She could feel her knees shaking so he put a firm hand on the hip of her raised leg to hold her steady. His other hand moved to join his determined mouth, he replaced his tongue fucking her with his fingers and turned his attention to suck her clit

"Oh f-fucking fuck , Carm," She tangled a hand in his hair, partly to stop him from moving, and partly to keep herself upright. His fingers, knuckle deep inside her, pumped lazily in and out while he savored her taste, wanting to drag out her pleasure for as long as possible. Her dripping cunt ached for release but he didn't let up.

"You wanna come for me, baby?" He murmured as she whimpered at the loss of his tongue.

"Yes, god yes -" her hips twitched towards him, changing the angle so his fingers brushed against her g-spot, he flicked his tongue over her clit at the same time and felt her walls contract around his fingers as she came apart completely with a broken sob of his name. He rested his head against her thigh as she leaned limply into the wall. Her legs trembled, so he slipped her underwear back up, sat back and guided her down the wall to sit in his lap. "Holy shit." She whispered once she'd recovered her breath.

"How's your head?" He asked, dropping a kiss to her temple.

"Hmm, pretty empty." She smiled into the crook of his shoulder. She kissed a trail up to his ear and along his jaw, tasting herself on his tongue. With a desperate moan, she moved to straddle his hips, her knees on the cold, hard floor. She could feel him rock hard through his pants and rutted against him.

"So fuckin' beautiful, Syd." His hands gripped her ass, holding her against him and making them both moan. His phone vibrated across the desk and onto the floor as he slid his hands underneath her t-shirt, "ignore it." He told her, tickling the sides of her ribs while he tried to pull it off. She batted his hands away and leaned away from him to reach it.

"Fuck, it's Pete?" She handed it over and he swiped to answer the call just before it rang off.

"Hey man, you good?" Syd couldn't hear Pete's response, but she could see Carmy's frown deepen. She moved to get up from his lap but his hand on her bare thigh stopped her. "On my way. No, no Richie till later - got it. Yeah, I'll bring Syd. Later dude." The phone dropped into his lap between their bodies. "We gotta go."

"We?"

"Baby's coming, Nat wants you there."

"Oh no, no no. That's not… I don't like hospitals. And it's really late. And I'm pretty sure they only let family in, so -"

"We'll figure it out later, come with me?" He cupped her jaw, bringing her face close to his again, and kissed her, "and we'll figure this out later. C'mon." She stood up with ease, her legs now more willing to cooperate, and held out a hand to help him up. He kissed her again, his cock still half hard pressed into her thigh, "fucking family. Figuring this out later for sure." She pulled away first, hands fluttering nervously as she found interest in her bare feet, the coral nail polish a pop of brightness in the dimly lit room.

"I'm gonna get cleaned up. Have we got time?" She picked up her clothes from the floor,

"Pete said it's still a while off, we're OK for now." She nodded, considering his wild hair and disheveled clothes.

"You should straighten up too. She's your sister, full blown labor or not she's gonna know straight away."

"Yeah, yeah I will." He nodded in agreement. She took her time in the beautifully decorated bathroom. The dark wallpaper and paint with the brushed gold features were all her and Nat. They'd spent an afternoon in a DIY store together picking out the colors and accessories. She switched with Carmy, and while he was in the bathroom, she put her sneakers back on and switched off the remaining lights.

#sydcarmy smut #sydcarmy fanfic #sydcarmy fic #sydcarmy #the bear fic #the bear fx #syd x carmy #carmy x sydney #carmen x sydney #carmy x syd #syd adamu #syd x carmen #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto

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ashadowofburnedoutstardust · 3 months ago

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The man is near broke, that is why he is in this sht. He got his own self into it by spending too much, taking care of too many people and trusting the wrong people to handle the money. This is what happens when you let others go unchecked and run your life. It’s CAA, his family and his friends who all had a hand in getting him into this mess. He was and still is in debt up to his neck and creditors were about to take him to court, and part of his private life would have been open to the public which he did not want, that is when this hairbrained idea was presented to him and he was so desperate for money he took it. Since then he has tried getting out of the contract but the only way to break it is to pay up and he can’t. He’s selling off his stuff for a reason. It’s not because he wants to or because of his crazy ass fans. The man is trying to save his ass from public humiliation from being sued and bankruptcy. Let this be a lesson don’t let other people control your money or your life. The man doesn’t even know how to pay his own bills that’s how bad it is. And that’s why he’s broke. His family and others took advantage and now he’s paying the price. If he had the money that trash wannabe porn star would be long gone out of his life, but he doesn’t have the money to get rid of her so he has to honor the contract which is not over by far. He honors it by letting them do the fake sightings so he really doesn’t have to be near her. But come premiere time, you will see them together again because he doesn’t have any money to end the sht. This has always been about money, no more and no less. They are not married. They do not even like each other. It’s just for money.

Hello anon,

For once I am in complete agreement with someone

How the fuck did that happen? 🤣🤣🤣

Here's the thing:

I don't understand why these people don't run themselves as a business better

Even I do it and its ridiculously easy

Go with Limited Liability, be the sole shareholder

Have all income invoiced and paid to your business

You should be registered as an active NFE, don't go registering for anything extra until you have done your homework on what you can claim etc (seek advice from an accountant for this as rules can be different in different countries)

Set aside your calculated business tax or GST or whatever into a savings account where it earns you free interest until your bill is due

Pay yourself a minimal shareholders stipend to reduce your personal tax rate but set aside your estimated tax in a business savings account to earn you interest

Have the business pay for your phone, accommodation, internet, heck you can lease the office space in your own house back to yourself as a reimbursement if you have a dedicated home office or ever use any part of it for work

By being a business you have more time to pay your tax bills and therefore can keep the money in your own business accounts even longer earning your business even more interest, free shit is free shit

Anything done for work is a business expense and the business pays for it; travel, accommodation, clothes, fuel, consumables, props, decor, meals etc etc

As a business if anyone doesn't pay their invoices on time you can end them to debt collection and fuck with their credit rating

Keep in mind that your overall business tax rate will depend on the threshold based on total turnover so its good to have your business pay for ALL work expenses to offset this

Figure out what you can claim back

It protects your finances a lot better and your business will earn the interest instead of the fucking government

Put the shit you own personally into trusts, you do not need to stipulate any children as beneficiaries of a trust as your Will can do that for you

All hail the accounting overlords

(This is how the 1% pull it off, they hide their money in businesses they own and wait until it's useful or convenient to pay themselves more)

#chris evans #cevans #angelstardust #cevanstan #pr shitshow #business #accounting

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moeblob · 2 years ago

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Before I post any art, I gotta say a thing. And I've told a few people already but I am gonna share it here, too.

TW; Anxiety (but like positive?)

At work I am quite well-known as "that person with anxiety". I think at most points, despite turnover rates of employees, at minimum 65% of all employees have seen me cry at work before. If they haven't, it's probably someone on night crew. The thing is though, it has it's really weird benefits? I'm absolutely not here to wish anxiety on anyone but when someone that isn't me has anxiety? A lot of coworkers will ask me to talk to the person in the middle of an attack because "hey you can relate".

And today all I had to do was listen to someone vent their work stress as she cried out back and vaped a little to calm down. Like, she didn't ask me to join her out back. A guy told me to go check on her so I did. And she just... let it all out. And as she calmed down and was about to go back in I told her "hey it's fine to feel better but if you go right back to where you were it's not gonna help anything. Go into the walk in cooler for a minute to literally cool off" and she paused and was like. Stunned. That it could be that easy. (note, the back? no AC. her station? the pizza station? ovens AND multiple people for body heat. outside where she vented? also hot!)

I just enjoy the fact that while it sucks to have anxiety, I've been there long enough to help multiple people through an attack because I'm just a small and little fella. The least intimidating person in the restaurant who has been seen crying more than any other worker.

I remember having my own anxiety attack and my GM at the time just walked over to me and stood at a slight distance and started to talk to me about a video game he'd been playing lately and when he left to get back to work, I felt better. He just ... rambled about something to distract me and it worked. I remember a manager who had real bad anxiety prior to working and had it under control who told me it was fine to feel anxious because your brain's stupid. And, as a restaurant, he's like "to your brain under an anxiety attack, you could have a line out the door or a lion at the door and it's the exact same sense of fear."

Basically, I haven't had super huge attacks at work lately but I'm still known for having them and for some reason, that gets spread around and no one ever acts like it's a defect. In fact, plenty find it relatable! And when I can help someone with advice I've gotten before or just distracting them with a silly story about the one time I walked in the back door and walked into the cooler and started to cry and shake and a manager found me and goes "did you even clock in yet?" and I shook my head and he told me to go home but after I sat in my car for a bit to calm down. It's nice to hear someone laugh when I tell them "so hey, at least YOU got to clocking in so you're getting paid to cry".

It's just wild how a little understanding goes a long way? How it doesn't fix anything but dang it really does help to just co-exist as "ah yeah I get that - do you want some water?"

#moe talks a lot #not art #i might delete later idk #but for now i just think its cool how my current legacy at work isnt that of being a crybaby #but a person who can help others with anxiety cause i CLEARLY have anxiety #its p nifty ! i can def think of worse reputations to have honestly #and the fact people do appreciate just having someone to talk to who gets yeah its irrational crying but #its still crying and its affecting work and hey i feel better now thanks #ok now i have to draw but since it got to be really long i cut myself off as a read more #ty for reading if you did !#but honestly as someone who isnt even 5ft tall im the least imposing figure you can be around #any who if you have anxiety and you made it this far GOOD JOB YOU DID IT youve done great so far

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therealvinelle · 2 years ago

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I just finished Nebuchadnezzar's Dream and I have to say: Holy shit! The werewolf fight, Carlisle getting investigated by the FBI, Aro's funny hat idea as a diplomatic tool, the Ziggy Stardisciples feat. bad face paint, Renata ❤️, the bickering twins, Jane (yes, she gets her own point, she deserves it), Carlisle's gift induced despair and then the fall of Volterra, the horror and grief of the group and the very loud broadcasted-live-to-the-usurpers revenge sex (I hope Edward combusted into a pile of ashes right then and there, lol). It was an amazing rollercoaster to read. And just so you know, I'm very interested in that potential sequel 👀

(Also, if Aro had decided to follow Caius' advice and attack the Cullens first, how would he have done it? Kill them all but spare Carlisle? Kill only Bella and leave it at that knowing that they don't pose a threat anymore even if they do decide to take revenge? Or something entirely different?)

I'm so glad you enjoyed it, thank you!

To answer your question:

If Aro was to take out the Cullens, there are about a million ways he could have gone about killing the Cullens but the simplest one in my mind would have been if he used Nahuel and his sisters to hide from Alice, and then went and killed them outright. No fuzz, no convoluted schemes, even with Bella's gift the Cullens would be easily overwhelmed.

A more thought out plan, at least if Aro wants to be sure Alice doesn't catch on to him, would be sending Chelsea and Marcus around to weaken the bonds of friendship the Cullens have with their various allies, and strengthen their faith in the Volturi. And if some remain adamant, they die. Leave the Denali alive, however, and then make his move.

The factor that allowed the Cullens to gather as many allies as they did in Breaking Dawn was time. The Volturi deliberated two weeks, when a direct flight from Italy to Washington would take less than a day. Should Aro in my scenario then decide "Alright, we're doing this," the Cullens will have very little time and be at a complete disadvantage.

Their only option would be to run for it and not split up, so Bella can shield them all, but even so they'll be leaving scent trails, which means they would have to go by human transportation means. This in turn puts a constraint on their movements.

The Cullens would likely end up on a boat or an island, where nobody can track them, where they would be unable to step outside of Bella's immediate vicinity, meaning Jacob and Renesmee are both obscuring Alice.

This is where the Denali come in, because without them the Volturi would have no way of guessing where the Cullens might go. With five friendly vampires a short distance away, however, the Cullens have an obvious destination.

Where, of course, Jacob and Renesmee's constant presence means that Alice won't know the Volturi are waiting for them there.

Even if the Cullens figure out that the Denali are compromised, they have no allies and Bella needs only let down her guard for a moment for Demetri to know where they are, and given the pressure she's under she inevitably will. They won't have an easy time hunting, either, the stress of the situation will be constantly grating on them, they won't hold out for long.

As for what the Volturi do when they have them at their mercy, Aro would be sad about it but they all have to go. Regardless of the strategy he used, he wants to reinforce that the Volturi are a force you don't stand up to, you don't resist, and you don't embarrass them.

By all accounts, Aro's distinguishing feature is that there is nobody he isn't willing to kill.

People would be crying injustice for a while, but I imagine those voices would be silenced in death or through intimidation, and with vampires having such a high turnover rate it would only be a few centuries before they were forgotten by all but those who keep their mouths shut about it.

#my fic #fic meta #nebuchadnezzar's dream #praise

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princeblack · 1 year ago

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private investigator andrea williams was the cult’s newest target, a young woman who moved to town to look into the history here, from the 1996 woodsboro murders to the missing persons cases that made it onto various true crime podcasts and news outlets. some people believed there was a copycat killer, but the murders were covered up by local government, and more recently there had been an increase in vicious animal attacks, the bodies gnawed on and disfigured.

unfortunately for the town, it wasn’t a copycat killer but several, operating from a cult of stu macher’s most trusted ‘supporters’, which had been started by a woman who mothered his child. regulus doesn’t know much about the killings, besides what the cult has said about them, which was mostly reverence for the ‘style’ of the 1996 woodsboro murders, from the Ghostface persona to the ‘art’ of stalking the victim.

it makes complete sense then, how the sheriff already knew what regulus was when he tried to compel him after being pulled over. regulus’s registration was out on his dead parents’ car, so he attempted to compel the officer and quickly realized the man was taking vervain because it didn’t work. shooting regulus with vervain darts before he could defend himself, he was transported somewhere before waking up in a cellar.

he wasn’t there long, because the daughter of stu macher released him, even killing his captor, who turned out to be her mother’s new husband. his plans included using regulus’s vampire blood to turn members of their cult and then staking him since he ‘couldn’t be trusted’.

because of salem, he’s now initiated into the cult and has been helping kill their victims as well as use his powers of compulsion to take care of various cover-ups. there’s even a new sheriff, promoted from within the cult, who passes along some information on the private investigator.

luckily it’s an easy enough job, since andrea williams lives on an old property on the outskirts of town. apparently it was sold to her cheap because of turnover rate of the town residents, especially due to the spike in animal attacks over the past couple weeks. her neighbors are miles away and, according to their research, there were no children or pets; only a husband who worked late shifts.

regulus knows he should hope the husband isn’t home yet, but he’s growing hungrier because he didn’t feed yesterday, thinking he could easily eat two instead of one. it’s bad enough that he finds himself staring at salem’s neck a few times, listening to the rush of blood beneath her beautiful skin. she even smells good, making his stomach twist in pain and his body burn with need, aching for a taste of her that he can’t have. he knows what happens, each and every time he gives in— people die, in gruesome ways. sirius is lucky he got out before it happened, off to live his life with james potter somewhere where there weren’t any vampires that were so hungry they could tear your head from your body by eating through your neck.

daphne greengrass did this to him— his ex, the daughter of the richest family in his home town. their mothers had set them up, though at that time walburga had no idea the true nature of the greengrasses. regulus loved astoria, growing close to her even through his transition, but dating her sister daphne had been the worst thing to ever happen to him, from start to finish. he was finally able to escape her, only after slaughtering his own family by accident. the next year had been a blur; compelling strangers for shelter and food, moving across the country until he stopped in the town of woodsboro one fateful night for gas.

and now he’s here, desperately trying to control his hunger so he doesn’t kill the only woman who has shown him kindness since astoria. it makes his head hurt and his stomach ache, feeling like he could peel his own skin from his body if he doesn’t consume blood again. even his gums are sore where his fangs are hidden, as if they’re begging to protrude. there’s something about salem that makes him even hungrier, wishing he could bite at her smooth skin, leaving teeth marks across the entirety of her pretty body. maybe it’s because he has a crush on her too, convinced he was falling for her from the second she saved him from the cellar. he wants to kiss her perfect lips too, preferably without hurting her in the process.

they leave the car in the driveway, salem picking the lock on the front door and getting herself inside. regulus waits at the threshold of the door, unable to continue yet because he hasn’t been invited in. it doesn’t take long for him to hear the first scream and smell the scent of blood in the air, knowing salem had gotten to work, probably attacking the woman in her bed.

dark veins swim beneath regulus’s eyes, the thirst making him lunge forward despite the threshold stopping him. salem is dragging the woman down the stairs, blood blossoming beneath her clothing and leaving a trail of it on the hardwood flooring. she’s thrashing and crying, the lacerations on her body leaking more and making regulus ache with need.

it scares him a little, how even though detective williams is the one who’s bleeding, who he really wants to bite is salem. she’s dressed in a leather jacket and black bikini top, her large breasts covered in blood splatter. her pants hug her curves perfectly, making his veins course beneath his eyes again, staring at her even though his bloodlust is coming from her victim. “make her invite me in… i’m starving.”

#Ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( prose ) .#Ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. salem ) .

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Preview of something I'm writing

*some FNAF Movie Spoilers ahead*

Keep people out and keep the place clean, Mike did that, however that “counsellor” neglected to mention he had murdered five kids and hid their corpses inside the animatronic performers of the pizzeria and they were murdering people.

Actually he was now sure that strange face ripping torture device in the parts and service was a creation of Afton, the animatronics probably didn’t know how to operate it and what it did.

Mike was still unclear on things there but he couldn’t get answers anymore, not like he could in the first place, the animatronics seem to tolerate him at the least, if only because of Abby, even when they weren’t influenced by Afton, they didn’t like him, he got that vibe based on the fact they would stare at him with some sort of apprehension.

Or maybe it was just because they didn’t trust adults at all.

He couldn’t fault that, however they should have realized he was at least a good brother, or maybe the Afton fog was too heavy on them and tinted their vision. He wasn’t sure how it all worked.

He was surprised he wasn’t questioned about the pizzeria collapsing, he realized it was likely he was working off book, could be likely, and this was a dark realization, that he wasn’t actually working, but bait that Afton had sent, knowing the animatronics would eventually get him, that “high turnover rate” looked really suspicious now that he looked back on it.

“No one is taking care them anymore, can we go visit them?”

Mike didn’t say no but he didn’t say yes to Abby either, the more and more he thought about it, he felt more sad, the animatronics were kids who had their lives stolen from them, and to top it off, their free will was removed when Afton was around, losing life was bad enough, but they also lost agency.

He tried not to think about it, it gave him nightmares.

“Do… Do your friends visit anymore?” Mike had asked Abby a few weeks ago, knowing the ghost children had lurked around previously.

“No, they don’t anymore, not since the bad man came back,” Abby answered.

Mike nodded.

“He really hurt them Mike, did you see how angry they were at him?”

“Yes I did.”

“I hate him too.”

He was more connected to them then he realized, in the sense that Garett was a victim of Afton also, he had pondered if Garett’s ghost could be around but he wasn’t sure and he didn’t want to needlessly traumatize his sister, as he wasn’t the only one having nightmares.

#Five Nights at Freddy's #Five Nights at Freddy's Movie #Five Nights at Freddy's Movie Spoiler #FNAF Writing #FNAF Movieverse

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jehrohm · 2 years ago

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Idea For Restaurant/Bar

Okay, so imagine you go into a restaurant and you look at the menu. Everything on it seems a tiny bit over-priced, but it’s a cool place with super-friendly staff so you don’t mind. You order your food and drinks, have a good time, have some friendly banter with the waitress and everyone is generally having a good time. Then you get your receipt and see a 10%-20% discount and now the once over-priced food has actually become quite a steal! What is the cause of this mysterious discount, you may ask Well, from the moment you entered the restaurant, the staff have been keeping track on how polite you’ve been throughout your stay and if you go through the whole experience without being an asshole, a Karen, or just a generally irritating person then congratulations! You qualify for the “Decent Human Being Discount!” Then there can be an added discount for the excessively polite/kind people. That way, only terrible customers who treat minimum wage workers like trash have to pay the full price! I imagine that this system can only increase crew morale by giving them the ability to exact monetary retribution on bad customers (a huge source of stress, anxiety, and general bad times) thus giving the restaurant a good turnover rate while simultaneously punishing terrible customers and rewarding good behaviour!

Now I’m not sure how “Good behaviour” will be tracked. Maybe a checklist per order sheet tracking how many times a table said please or thank you and demerit points? The only pitfall I can think of is potential discrimination and prejudice from the staff making them less likely to give the discount to certain people, but the main idea is that you don’t want to lose good employees because of bad customers, so if you hire good, decent, competent employees, they will have a place to work that has their (and everybody’s) best interest at heart.

#2am thoughts #me #resturaunt #the good place #ideas #shower thoughts #eat the rich #hannibal #eat the rude #bone apple tea

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rekrootingagency · 2 years ago

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What are the Critical Pillars of Successful Employee Relationships?

Have you ever analyzed the employee-centric relationship problems you have observed and experienced? Do you consider them trivial annoyances or business parasites?

You might consider any reason, but you will agree that three crucial factors play a significant role in bad employee relationships: Poor Knowledge, Poor Communication, and Poor Recognition. So, recognize these three pillars of successful employee relationships and understand how to leverage them. In that case, it is possible for you to significantly improve your employee relations and make your organization one of the comparably best places to work.

This blog will dive into the above three essential aspects to give you an idea of how you can dramatically improve employee relations. Let’s read on.

1. Right Knowledge

As an employer, you should understand the legal HR obligations and accountabilities at your best. Also, having an excellent knowledge of the resources at your disposal is imperative. So, ensure you stay updated with the latest employment laws and apply the best practices in your organization at different levels, like performance management and conflict resolution. It will help your managers transform into influential leaders.

If you feel that your employees feel isolated or claim unfair treatment towards them, try to diffuse and resolve this quickly. Leveraging trusted human experience platforms or consulting a business peer can amplify your managers’ skills and confidence.

However, one of your most major responsibilities is to ensure you know the limitations of your role as a business owner, manager, or HR person. What best you can do is combine your knowledge of legal HR issues with your comprehensive awareness of the business initiatives and goals.

While becoming a promising leader, the manager in you should also understand the diverse needs of their employees. And thereafter, there must be a shared environment where your organization can find a perfect balance between dialogue and accountability.

2. Right Communication

One of the biggest staffing challenges for most companies is better company culture. 89% of experts who talk about company culture believe that proactive communication, employee turnover rate, and a company’s financial performance go hand in hand! Without flawless communication, you can maintain excellent employee relationships.

According to some of the latest studies and findings:

Companies with amazingly effective communication report lower turnover rates by 20%.

Shareholders of companies return to those organizations 57% more that practice effective communication.

Organizations that communicate expertly can retain 19.4% more market premium than businesses that don’t.

So, can you imagine how significant good communication is for better employee relations?

If you store the required knowledge in your brain, it will do no good for the productivity and morale of your people. So, you are required to consistently update them with critical events and discussions to make sure you are connecting the value of your employees’ work to the bigger picture of the company. Not only this but ask for feedback from them in return. Your frontline people would be the best to suggest how feasible a seemingly great idea would actually look! If you ask employees for feedback, it will encourage them to take a greater interest in your organization.

3. Right Recognition

You might get caught up in your daily routine of trying to complete tasks. Still, despite all these, paying attention to and openly acknowledging your employees who make efforts to achieve milestones is essential. It can be a thoughtful ‘thank you’ or a structured rewards system in the form of an appreciative action from your end towards your employees. This can be a significant trigger to boost the morale of your employees high, have exceptional employee relations, and keep the workspace moving forward!

The Bottom Line

So, are you ready to culture outstanding employee relationships at the organizational level? Don’t wait anymore!

Just take the above proactive steps, and you will surely succeed. Make this your winning formula to give rise to happy employees, which can surely give you happy customers!

#human experience platforms

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nothinggathers · 2 months ago

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I can give insight into this about Nursing Homes!

Nursing Care is fucking expensive. In my experience 50% of your outgoings are wages. But you're not just paying for a single carer; you're paying a team of them. At a ratio of five patients to one staff member for dementia care and ten patients to one for residential care, you need to keep a minimum number of staff on for safety, and dependency levels can mean you require more staff than that. But those staff also don't work 24 hours a day, so there's shifts. Day shift, Night shift, some places have Twilight shifts. Night shift is typically staffed at a lower ratio than day shift, but in general, take the number of staff you think you need to run a day, and then triple it. That's how many care staff you have to hire to maintain minimum staffing levels across the week. And those people get sick, or have kids that get sick, and take leave like normal people too. And if you get infections in the home, like Norovirus? Most of your staff are going to go off with that too, and they're not allowed to come back to work until they're 48 hours clear of their last symptoms, so you also need to account for overtime rates, bank staff, or agency. Agencies charge an average of double the pay of a contracted staff member, often more, and they give the staff member they actually send to you much less.

But then there's also your domestic staff, who do the cleaning. Some places expect the care staff to run the laundry as well, but larger homes will need dedicated laundry staff just to get through the sheer amount of it. And then there are your cooks. Building maintenance. Management. Administrators. Activities coordinators. Volunteers coordinators.

A lot more goes into running a care home than you actually see.

And then there are your bills. If you don't own the building outright? There's mortgage, or rent payments to cover. Water, gas, electricity, these bills in communal homes are gigantic, even with the discounts homes get. You need a contract with a supplier for food, and it's not possible to just get anything. You need to have a menu with different options each day, covering a minimum of three meals a day. You need to provide drinks. You need to have options available for specialised diets, weight loss, weight gain, low sodium, coeliac, modified texture, allergies. A care home kitchen faces all the issues a restaurant does, and then some.

And don't forget your crockery, knives, forks, spoons, cups, glasses. If they get broken, you need to buy more because you need to have enough to be serving off. And often you will need specialised ones for disability aid; specialised cups, cutlery, plates with raised edges, or with coloured borders, and these things are far more expensive than you might think. You also need to replace curtains and carpets and soft furnishings on a semi-regular basis otherwise they both look and smell bad, and you are a business, you need to be able to entice people in. Your staff need to be in uniform, you need to provide PPE.

And care homes are also expected to provide electronic hospital beds. They need a system for clocking in, payroll, record keeping, accident reporting, death and illness reporting, account management. They have software packages and the hardware associated with them coming out the wazoo, and contracts with people to give tech support or physically maintain them.

And they need to keep their staff trained. It's a high turnover industry, so you're constantly training new staff and getting them on courses for minimum qualification to do their job. Which means you're either paying for someone to attend courses to enable them to train other staff, or you're hiring someone to come in, or you're sending staff off on training. And in the meantime you still have to cover that person's post on the floor. And existing staff need to refresh their training on a regular basis too.

And with all of this, you don't get to have less staff, or less training, or buy less food if you've got one or two empty beds. But those empty beds can represent thousands a week in income. So you've also got to advertise, and get new people in the door, and be on top of appearances at all times.

The margins on a care home are surprisingly small. Running at eighty percent occupancy had mine just barely covering its bills. And we owned our building.

Which is why you see disreputable care homes skimping out on a lot of this stuff. They smell bad. They're understaffed. The chairs look dirty. They're understaffed. The food is some disgusting microwaved slop. They're understaffed.

Understaffing is the easiest way to save money. Paying staff more? Where is that money going to come from?

The sad fact is that care is expensive to provide, and because there is an insufficient to non-existent social care network supported and funded by government at any and all levels, the cost of it falls to the individuals and their families. We had a certain number of bursary beds, meaning people whose place was funded by the local council and paid nothing in addition - our fees were several hundred pounds a week higher than the council would pay.

It's wrong. It's wrong that we took money from people who had worked so hard all their lives to pay for their care because they had the misfortune of needing it. A dementia diagnosis. A stroke. Crippling arthritis. Cancer. Luck of the draw meant some people losing everything, and the people in my home were people I'd have considered well off. Middle class, even. If you didn't have assets to sell, or liquid savings, your only hope of getting into my home was a bursary bed being available.

And my staff were chronically underpaid for everything they did. When laundry weren't in? My care staff did that job. When domestic staff were off sick? My care staff were pushing vacuum cleaners around rooms. Activities coordinator wasn't here today? My care staff were pulling together to keep the people in our care entertained. And similarly, when I didn't have enough care staff because people were sick, my laundry and domestic staff downed their tools and came to help make sure our people were safe, and watered, and fed.

My staff deserved more. Absolutely. But the amount we were charging the vulnerable and needy was enough to turn my stomach. I saw more than one person fall below the savings threshold in their time with us. People had worked their whole lives to save a comfortable amount for their retirement, and due to one bit of bad luck with their health, it was gone. Within five years they were wiped out.

Not one of my staff could have afforded to have a family member in the home they worked in, or one equivalent. The only person that could was our manager. But our margins as a business were that narrow that covid destroyed us. My staff burned out, I left for bigger and better things, and the home was sold because it was no longer profitable.

So yeah, capitalism is the problem. I'm not saying any of this to excuse the way things are, I'm just saying this is why they're like this. Because care provision is not a very profitable industry.

And because there's a perception that care staff are ten a penny, and that if you lose one it doesn't matter because there's ten more lining up at the door for their job. That's never been true, no matter how many times my manager used to say it, and covid sure as shit put an end to that idea.

Care work is classed as unskilled work. You don't need to go to college to do it; you can train on the job. So it's chronically undervalued.

But unfortunately the solution isn't as easy as just paying staff more because all of those other things still need paying. Dividing up the profit income from a full home amongst the staff doesn't result in a huge pay rise for them because there's so many of them, but it does cut into your slush fund for when disasters happen like, for example, covid. And unlike in any other industry, if you go bankrupt, that's dozens of sick and vulnerable people that need to find somewhere else to live in a hurry. Moving care homes can reduce the lifespan of somebody in care, because they go from a place where they're familiar, and comfortable, and staff know them and their history and needs, to a blank slate. It often means changing doctor. The continuity of the care gets broken. And that has real and serious consequences for a person's wellbeing.

tl;dr Care is expensive because it's expensive to provide. The solution is well funded holistic social care. And valuing the staff that provide it more than we currently do.

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