#how to get noticed on LinkedIn

[mentorshelly]

How to Create an Impactful LinkedIn Profile for Networking and Job Searching

Let’s get real for a second—if your LinkedIn profile looks like a forgotten college project or a digital ghost town, you’re missing out on major career opportunities. Whether you’re job hunting, career shifting, or just trying to get noticed by the right people, your LinkedIn profile needs to work just as hard as your resume—if not harder. Think of it as your professional billboard in the digital…

[coconutdays]

Imagine being such a sweet sweet girl that’s hooked up with toji once on a desperate night after meeting in a club while you were with your friends. He liked that you were a little meek and flustered to his bold flirting at the time and it made for a great time in the sheets.

he got your number after that night and when he tried doing his fuckman thing of trying to get you to mention anything relationshipy so he could reject it while also making you flustered,

he noticed you get freaked out in your messages

like you were the one with commitment issues

like the idea playfully proposed to fuck with you of “letting guys know you’re his” by marking your neck next time made you so queasy it made you change topics and avoid it then eventually respond to him hours later

it fucks with him and it’s piqued his interest until he finds your Instagram

finds your Facebook profile for family

hell even your LinkedIn

he tries not to fuck up his messages with you so he can keep getting responses, so he can keeping getting your attention

your avoidance of explaining how sick you felt when you had a cold, how shitty your class was other than it being just shitty, why you didn’t like hospitals, and every fucking thing regarding lore about you made his head spin

just give him a fucking break will you ?

[san8ny]

Honestly, GeekSquad! Ellie

GeekSquad! Ellie who’s really got nothing going on for her other than updating her LinkedIn picture here and there, alternating between her college ID photo and a the default flower.

GeekSquad! Ellie who spends her days sitting in uncomfortable swivel chairs, and having to tiredly explain over and over again to elderly women that the promotional sign outside does NOT mean ‘hand in your old phones and get free smart ones!’

‘No ma’am, we don’t take Nokias.’

‘But the sign said give one, get one free!’

GeekSquad! Ellie who’s eyes squint in confusion when she sees you enter from the slide doors, arms crossed as you curiously look around for any standby employees. She doesn’t really ever see hot girls at her location.

GeekSquad! Ellie who practically knocks over some USB stand in her pursuit of getting to you first, which is uncommon since she’s all the way in the back.

GeekSquad! Ellie who notices your pursed lips and teary eyes as you show her your broken laptop.

GeekSquad! Ellie who takes you over to the little stand-by bar, setting your device down, which, let’s be honest, was a lost cause from the start.

‘W-will you be able to fix it? I have my senior thesis on there!’ You practically choke up, the mere thought of months of hard work going down the drain making you tremble.

GeekSquad! Ellie who’s suppose to give you the generic capitalistic answering of, ‘Well, you can always make a membership with us and get 20% off a future purch—

“I’ll fix it.”

GeekSquad! Ellie who’s now being held in a warm embrace by you, your tears now soaking her blue polo workshirt. It’s bad enough you’re pretty, but a pretty crier?

“Thank you so much! God, you don’t even know how much trouble you’ve saved me!” You stumble over words, disoriented as you begin to let go of the lanky girl.

GeekSquad! Ellie who waves a hand in dismissal, scoffing as she leans on the counter, “That thing? Pfft, i’ve done harder things.”

GeekSquad! Ellie who’s lied, and has likely lied to also get this job—but that’s beyond things!

“I just,” You say breathlessly, looking around, “I went to the other branch? Downtown? They said it was over!” You whisper to her, all doe eyed, “you really are amazing.”

GeekSquad! Ellie who blankly stares down at you, she’s always had a thing for frazzled girls such as yourself; the ones who just say the very shit Ellie only watches in cheesy movies.

‘Right..guess you’re in-luck you came here?” She probes, typing your name and number into the system to get you all checked in for an appointment.

‘So lucky.’

GeekSquad! Ellie who after her shift, goes home and makes a bee-line for her room, slamming it shut and shedding her clothes, needing to fuck herself to you while the interaction is still fresh, and the night is still young.

‘S-she said she’s—mm, lucky! f-for me..’ She whimpers, pumping 2 fingers in her drenched pussy, and her other hand busying her perky tits. Her eyes are furrowed, and her teeth threaten to break the skin of her lips from the way she’s biting them; Her messy cunt squelches from the speed she’s going at, cum trailing down her thighs in a sluggish matter.

GeekSquad! Ellie who switches on over to her tummy, raising her ass up as she relentlessly slaps at her swollen pearl through her plethora of orgasms— she thinks you’d do it like this, giving yourself something to cry about. It makes sense to her. She wants to practice on herself to perfect it for you.

GeekSquad! Ellie who, once tired out, realizes how fucked up this just is. I mean, she’s so..perverse. So nasty.. so..so..

so GeekSquad! Ellie

[teddybearsandspaceships]

This is yet another "watch Cleo´s streams they´re awesome" propaganda post.

Some highlights from today´s crafting stream with Joe:

The Hermits agreed on when to announce the start of the new season and then... nobody did it first. Eventually Joe announced it first on LinkedIn but nobody noticed.

Cleo was surprised to find out Doc apparently put them on his hit list, presumably after they pointed out that he made a big hole last season. "If he didn't want to be mocked he shouldn't have teamed up with me."

prompted by a comment in chat and I forgot the phrasing, but something along the lines of how Joe needs a certain amount of antagonism and Cleo just wants to make sure Joe has a good time

Cleo finding out live on stream about an apparently unexpectedly high amount of money she'll get from the TCG cards

Cleo provides cake to new subscribers because once they get cake they fight back less, because of the cyanide. (No cake if you un- and then resubscribe but you can steal the new people's cake.)

Iskall told Cleo in a private message that he´s scared of them and Cleo was like, that´s fair. Then talks a bit about how they´re not scary but good at appearing so. Joe calls never being scared of Cleo one of his most foolish attributes (Cleo was thinking it´s quite nice.)

Some reminiscing about how their friendship started with Joe threatening Cleo and later he changed her life by inviting her to Hermitcraft (an invite that wasn´t a big of a deal back then as it is now)

and more.

In conclusion, watch Cleo´s streams because Cleo is awesome and the streams are fun and chill.

I haven´t watched many Cleo streams lately because of the games Cleo played during the HC break (mostly because I didn´t want to be spoiled for them) so I´m especially looking forward to Hermitcraft streams coming back soon.

[toa-archive]

Bellroc Design Path

As per Anon request there's going to be three posts regarding the Arcane Order consisting of any and all concept art we have of them. As ever with these it is far from impossible something else will belatedly turn up. Should this occur (And in this specific case would not be surprised), wherever it is added will have a [/edit xx/xx/xxxx] which includes a date marker. Just makes it easier to find the "new" thing :)

Also per Anon request we're starting with Bellroc! As a fun bonus fact, the voice meandering from masc to femme is both really cool and a Angel of Death from Hellboy reference. Particularly in this climate, we support non-binary they/them wrongs. So let's get to it!

First up is some initial concepts from Yingjue Chen! While this was originally figuring out Nari and thus forest themed, the left most one was repurposed into a fire wizard. Never went any further of course but still very neat to see how just changing some shapes and adding colour make something fresh from old ideas.

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Francisco Ruiz Velasco had his own stab at a bunch of wizards which are nigh impossible to pin down if it was for any of the Arcane Trio specifically or not. Still important to include tho :) This one will very understandably appear in all three.

Source goes to Linkedin so may require an account.

Then seemingly all of a sudden Bellroc as we know them pops up, also by Francisco Ruiz Velasco, who would finalise their design. This is a crop from a height chart shown during the Art of Wizards panel and when you compare it to the artwork below (Also from the panel), they do seem to get tightened up considerably.

Now this was uploaded outside the panel as well, which is great as can see it at a decent size, though does lacks one sketch and the specifics of their eyes. It's very possible that someone else drew/painted those though who if that is the case is currently unknown.

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The next one to appear is their texture markup by Isaac Orloff! This is an absolute goldmine for your reference needs, particularly all their little details.

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Decided to add a trio of bonuses just for fun. You might have noticed the Order pops up in the Wizards credits sequence though unlike Trollhunters and 3Below, it is not Headless Studios. They were drawn in a similar way though! They are by Alison Donato.

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Ivan Gozali, who boarded on Wizards, had a bunch of Bellroc sketches on his website which were likely related to boards he may have done that are not public. Sadly, said sketches suddenly vanished one day and to date only one of these has been recovered. This is a good a time as any to show it.

This is also a great excuse to yet again break out Francisco Ruiz Velasco's Order band poster again! In part due to them only appearing in colour keys for RotT otherwise. Well, there's one exception but want to save it for it's own post...

Source goes to Linkedin so may require an account.

Can't forget Bellroc's staff! Presumably it was modeled after Fruiz's design as Alison Donato mentions her texture work here was painted over a blank. Unlike the other two which do have 2D reference art for the design, it's not been seen publicly at this time.

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On the more magical front there is a tiny screenshot from the Art of Wizards panel which shows the magic effects for Bellroc. It is unknown who the right two images belong to however -

We do have a bigger version of the left image which we know is by Yingjue Chen! Aren't effects neat?

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[/Edit 13/02/2025] The following was missed due to no obvious note of what it is on the original tweet this version is from and it's being added in now. This is the spell effect combining Bellroc, Skrael and the Green Knight's power into a single shot! It is by Isaac Orloff.

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Poking Rise of the Titans a moment, thanks to Andy Murray we have the glow up eye effect for Bellroc. This has been cropped from a larger image for fitting this post reasons only. Have to scroll back up for the Wizards version!

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And for fun since we also have it, this is the Arcane Circle for Bellroc which is shown on the Fire Titan including the Genesis Seal marker. As above it has been cropped for fitting this post reasons only. This time they are by Sean Wang.

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To close up a fun little tidbit! Thanks to Bianca Siercke we have the temporary name for Bellroc before they became, well, Bellroc. It was Belrog!

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When all three posts are up there will be a link here to the other two members. For now it is a placeholder:

Bellroc - Nari - Skrael

[so-i-did-this-thing]

What are good questions to ask in job interviews to find out if a place is going to be friendly to your continued transition? I have been on T for about a year and am job hunting right now and I'm worried about reaching a point sometime in the next year where I have no choice but to come out because I don't read as a woman anymore.

Ok, big caveat from me: I was once in your exact position. I had just started T and decided to interview with a small company who assumed I was a woman. (I am guessing they thought I was a butch lesbian - I still had my gender-neutral deadname. I did not assert my pronouns.) When they gave me an offer, I let them know I was transitioning. I still got hired, but was treated as an inconvenience. They did not suggest I immediately switch to male presentation, and I was too scared to suggest it. It started getting hostile when other employees noticed my voice changing. I really wish I had just gone into the interview presenting male and I ended up quitting the job within 8 months because it got too awkward.

So. As for my advice:

I'd start with Glassdoor to read employee reviews. I'd also check the company's social media, plus that of the people in your chain of command to do some vibe checking. People who are transphobic are commonly going to be very vocal about right-wing leanings, and you'll see some signs, even on LinkedIn. Check if they have anti-discrimination statements in any of their hiring material, or stated commitments to diversity and inclusion.

In the interview, ask about what sort of clients they attract and what charities/orgs they support and sponsor. If you feel the vibes are promising, ask if they sponsor local Pride. Ask general culture questions about team building and employee enrichment. Ask what healthcare benefits look like and other employee assistance perks they may have. Fish around for gendered policies that could cause you problems, like dress codes. That said, can you bite the bullet and go ahead and interview in a masc gender presentation? Because honestly, that will be the best gauge of how you are going to be received. (And in my experience, folks are fairly likely to assume a masc presenting person is male.)

I tend to be very careful about outing myself until I'm sure I'm in a supportive culture with HR to back me up -- and this might be something you can't discover until you are hired and working for a while. And even then, I've just been very matter-of-fact about transition stuff, saying things like (when doing my background check) "I have older documentation that doesn't match my current name or gender marker, and I can provide any additional paperwork if needed." When I changed my legal name, I gave my boss a simple communication plan on how I'd tell co-workers and clients. Though at that point, most folks assumed I was a cis man, so it was a very different experience compared to that awful 8-month long job.

I wish I had more advice, but a lot depends on how badly you need a job, how safe you feel, and if you have options like only staying in your next job until passing as a woman becomes a problem. To be bluntly honest -- you *will* lose opportunities in your life due to being trans and it's just something to have to have backup plans for (I lost a ton of music gig work because everyone in the industry is all up in each other's shit). But whatever you do, document everything you can related to you being trans, because you never know when you'll need to raise a discrimination case. :/

[charl0ttan]

one time i sat in with my mom for a zoom presentation thing about how to get noticed on linkedin and yhe scariest part was when they saif use chatgpt to write posts for you. like thats just an industry practice that people are being told to do now ig. you can just shit on the floor now its great

[schumigrace]

My life will, quite literally, never be the same.

I moved to the motorsport county for a multitude of reasons, but having Silverstone on my doorstep was at the top of the list.

The mileage counter in my beaten-up racing green Vauxhall has racked up most of it's digits on the A43 through Towcester, I can tell you the exact position of every road sign painted with a brown rectangle, a chequered flag next to the word "Silverstone". I could tell you which direction the track is in from anywhere in the world, as if it's Wing shaped roof hangs like a petrol-laden North Star. All roads lead to Silverstone, you may say (no-one has ever said this)

So, Grace, I hear you asking, how often do you go?

Never.

That is, of course, until I received an email from God herself (the Aston Martin F1 Team Marketing Analyst) informing me of my invitation to their AMR24 Launch. An invitation I very obviously accepted, after 24 hours worth of crying, screaming, and stalking said marketing analyst on LinkedIn to make sure this was not in fact some messed up kind of joke

So it's 7 in the morning, I'm doing my usual commute through the god-awful traffic hell that is Northamptonshire, only this time I'm not going straight ahead on the Silverstone Bypass, I am taking the ever elusive right turn into the brand new Aston Martin Technology Centre and being handed a visitor's pass

The first thing I notice is that they've only gone and put a bloody AMR23 (with the new livery) right in the middle of the lobby, it's covered up at this point, and I'm staring daggers through the cover just daring it to be riddled with carbon fibre underneath. AMR team members are floating around like green angels everywhere I look, shelves are adorned with this past year's trophies (I make a comment to a passing team member - "you'll need more shelves after this year", she chuckles and moves on - I try not to take this is a bad sign)

8 o'clock hits, the official launch video plays, and the cover is removed. jesus fucking christ she's green. thank fuck. I can go home now.

Oh, hang on, is that Mike Krack?

Shit it is.

Mike has a shakedown to run of course, so he doesn't hang around for too long. He's confident in this car though, they've been working on it for years, and he's sure we'll be quick out of the gate. Off he goes across the road to the garage. "Don't worry," they say, "you'll be going over to watch the cars on track too."

Sorry, can you repeat that please, I believe you just said we are going to go over to the track to watch the cars.

"Yes of course, but not before we ply you with cake and coffee, naturally, oh and also Pedro De La Rosa is here along with Jessica Hawkins. Do you want to chat to them?"

I ask Pedro where he and Fernando went to dinner last night. Somewhere in Oxford I think, I stopped listening, I was thinking about how much I would be willing to be a thir-

Anyway.

At this point no photos are allowed for the rest of the day, they are literally building the car right in front of you no you cannot put that on social media.

We're heading across the road now, along the Hamilton straight and up around Stowe, we head past the Porsche Experian Centre and I make some vague comment about Webbonso that nobody picks up on. Nevermind. We turn left just before Maggots and Becketts to head towards the pit lane, and into the Aston Martin garage.

The smell of petrol is so overwhelmingly strong and I make sure every single cell of my lungs is scarred from it. A batak machine is being set up and I joke "wouldn't it be funny if someone beat Jenson Button's world record today". Someone did, not even 5 minutes later. A wave of "get Jenson on the phone!" fills the garage.

I turn around, Stoffel Vandoorne and Felipe Drugovich are on a stage talking about how exciting it is to see the car, or at least they're trying to look excited. I'm not sure Drugo knows what that even means.

Lawrence Stroll is talking to a mechanic and I can literally hear the thousands of dollars dropping into his bank account with every heartbeat. Surely his son is nearby? Oh yes, right infront of us. Imagine that. (Lance did of course look gorgeous, his racesuit tied around his waist, laughing with his engineers like the whore he is)

We're heading over to the PU station now and the wonderful AM team member is talking us through the specifics of it, but I haven't heard a single word she has said, because unfortunately for her Fernando has decided to enter the garage at that exact moment. I am stood near a space heater, and he locks eyes on me (nope, the space heater) immediately. He makes his way over and sticks his backside directly towards the heater and my face is about as red as the radiator.

"Good morning! How are you?"

I have so many words to say to you right now, and not a single one of them is in a language that either of us can understand. I think I eventually vomitted up some form of acceptable response, however, because he smiled at me.

"Are you cold?"

"Only a little" I respond. Not anymore, I'm picturing myself under you, I think.

I totally lost a good hour after this because there's not a single memory here for me to put into words, damn you Alonso

The blur fades with the freezing air outside, and we're stood on the pitwall. Sky Sports are here now and have us doing media stuff, I run as far away from them as possible and climb onto the pitwall. FIA, if you're reading this, I promise I kept both feet on the ground at all times.

They tell us the shakedown isn't going to plan, suprise surprise, and you actually cannot see the car on track today. I mentally curl into a ball and sob the whole way back to the AMRTC but all of a sudden we are being led to mission control and the composite engineering stations and they are, literally, building a car infront of us whatthefuckishappening

By this point I have recovered from my minor sulk - Grace this is literally the best day of your life get over yourself - and then we're being told that as an apology they have hired a room in the Hilton Hotel opposite the pitlane, free food and drinks for as long as we want, oh and... cars on track. all. day. long.

Whilst writing this i received another email from biblically-accurate marketing analyst god asking for feedback. I think a string of letters indicating incessant shrieking will probably do the trick

[swordofsun]

@scoobydoodean had been posting about 4x17 It's A Terrible Life and it's reminded me of one of my favorite overlooked bits in the episode and how it shows that Zachariah is just wrong about Dean.

Zachariah's whole theory with this little experiment is that Dean will choose hunting.

ZACHARIAH To prove to you that the path you're on is truly in your blood. You're a hunter. Not because your dad made you, not because God called you back from hell, but because it is what you are. And you love it. You'll find your way to it in the dark every single time and you're miserable without it. Dean, let's be real here. You're good at this. You'll be successful. You will stop it.

But Dean has expressly denied hunting already at the end of the last act:

SAM Look, all I know is this isn't who we're supposed to be. DEAN No. I'm Dean Smith, okay? Director of Sales and Marketing. I went to Stanford. My father's name is Bob, my mother's name is Ellen, and my sister's name is Jo. SAM When was the last time you talked to them? To any of them? DEAN Okay, you're upset. You're upset, you're confused— SAM Yeah, 'cause I only moved here 'cause I just broke up with my fiancée, Madison. But I called her number and I got a damn animal hospital. DEAN Okay. What are you saying? Are you trying to say that my family isn't real? Huh? That we've been injected with fake memories? Come on. SAM All I know is, I got this feeling in my gut. And I know—I know that deep down, you gotta be feeling it too. We're supposed to be something else. You're not just some corporate douchebag. This isn't you. I know you. DEAN Know me? You don't know me, pal. You should go. SAM leaves.

Sam tried to get Dean to drop everything and go hunting. They stopped a ghost! It was fun! They could do this, but Dean's not going to give up his life for it. Dean has no intention of turning his life upside down to start hunting and it's not until Zachariah lays out one of the most depressing 10 year plan ever:

ADLER Positive. You are Sandover material, son. Real go-getter. Carving your own way. DEAN Well, thanks. I try. ADLER I see big things in your future. Maybe even senior VP, Eastern Great Lakes Division. Don't get me wrong, you'll have to work for it. Seven days a week, lunch at your desk, but in eight to ten short years, that could be you. DEAN takes off his headset. DEAN Uh, well, thank you. Thank you, sir. It's, um...but... DEAN passes the paper back. DEAN I am giving my notice.

He's already the director of marketing and sales and his career plan is 10 years of nothing but work to make VP of a division? Probably a small division? Everyone would quit with that laid out. Maybe not as directly as Dean does, but yeah, they'd be going home and revamping the resume. That's a dead end career path you'd have to bust your ass and give up your life for.

Hearing that and going "hmm, maybe I take some time and check out that hunting thing with that Wesson guy. He was less creepy once we started working on the haunting, for the most part" is actually a pretty normal thing to do.

And really Zachariah doesn't even give him the chance to go find Sam. Because there's actually a good chance Dean gets home and after thinking about it he just updates his resume and LinkedIn. He had to give Dean back his memories in that exact moment in order to try and leverage the situation to his advantage.

Zachariah stacked the deck and still barely managed to get Dean to quit his job. Dean wasn't running to hunting with open arms. He was, at best, looking at it as a more viable option than the shitty 10 year plan Mr. Adler just laid out. And Zachariah couldn't wait for him to actually choose hunting, he had to strike before Dean could second guess himself.

(Even Sam is making the choice between IT support call center or ghost hunting. This isn't hard.)

4x17 Transcript

[gyupinkys]

APRIL 12TH, 3:36PM

XU MINGHAO X YANDERE READER

WC: 2.7K

Minghao is hiding something from you.

You're hiding something from Minghao.

WARNINGS: MURDER, GORE, VIOLENCE, GUNS, WEAPONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, MANIPULATION, YANDERE, unprotected sex, public sex, sex with a corpse in the room (yes this happened again idk how we got here), scary dirty talk?, this is just Y/N being insane.

Minghao is the light of your life. From the moment you first saw him on April 12th, at 3:36pm you were mesmerized. His all black attire, mullet, nails, everything; it did it for you. Of course he didn’t notice you, only because you didn’t want him to. Being able to blend in was a gift; you preferred to play in the shadows anyways. From that moment you tried to learn everything you could about him. The instagram and twitter searches oddly led to nothing and linkedin was a no go.  Hmmm, either he has no social media presence or doesn’t want to be found. Even after hours of digging you still find nothing. 

You decide to revisit the cafe you saw him at, maybe he’ll reappear. You can’t say you’re too shocked when he doesn’t. All you know is you need another taste of him, a sight of him, you need something, anything. 

“Excuse me.” you say to the worker behind the counter.

“Yes?” he says with an awful attitude, taking you aback.

“I think I lost my phone here a few days ago. Can I check the security cameras to see if someone stole it?”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I can’t show you them, lady.”

“Please.” you say batting your eyelashes at him and as always it works like a charm

“Maybe if you do me a favor, I’ll let you see.”

Gross. “Sounds like a plan” you smirk, trying not to throw up.

You follow him to the back to which he promptly pulls down his pants. You can’t help but laugh, his dick is so small. “What?” he says, sounding offended. “Nothing” you say and walk towards him. You pull out your trusty pistol and press it to his head. 

“Show me the tape.”

“You crazy bitch.”

That word always pisses you off. You’re not fucking crazy. You’re just passionate. 

“Shut the fuck up and show me the tape before I blow your fucking brains out.”

He immediately goes to the camera files and shows you the evening of April 12th. There he is. Your love. He somehow seems even more attractive. You sigh dreamily and the man next to you rudely interrupts to which you side eye him making him shut it. You take a copy of the file and erase the files from today in case this perv tries to go to the cops.

“Lovely doing business with you.”

You leave the cafe feeling like a teenager in love. He’s just so dreamy and you’re certain he’s sweet. As you rewatch the video on your phone you get an idea. Your friend Namjoon owes you one… hmm. If this is what it takes to find the man of your dreams so be it.

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You read the file left on your doorstep. Xu Minghao, 25, born on November 7, 1997, Chinese, 5’10, likes frogs? You fucking hate frogs, but If he likes them you like them. No occupation? He doesn’t look like someone who's broke. Maybe his parents are rich or something. Besides the basic information there's no current address, phone number, or information about school. This guy is basically a ghost.  How did they find out he liked frogs but not where he lives? You give Namjoon a call.

“Y/N.”

“Namjoon, why is there nothing about this dude?”

“He doesn’t want to be found for a reason.”

“Stop with the cryptic shit just tell me what his issue is.”

“Y/N I don’t think you want to know.”

“I swear to god.”

“He’s in the mafia. SVT. You don’t want to get involved with him.”

Oh. This does to deter you, if anything it makes you like him more. A dangerous man is a sexy man. You don’t want him if he can’t kill someone for you. 

“You gotta introduce us.” 

“No.”

“Why.”

“I did you your favor already. Plus I don’t approve of this.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to meet someone in the mafia on my own accord.”

“Y/N don’t act like you're not a criminal. You just pretend to be a good girl but we both know you’re not. I’m sure you’ll figure it you.”

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He really likes tea. This is the third pack of tea he’s bought this week. Why not just buy more than one at a time? He walks through the aisles of the store like he always does, pretending to browse but knowing he’s just going to buy frog gummy bears. It’s the same thing every time. You pass by him and take a deep breath. He smells so good. You’re not sure how he hasn't noticed you yet. You’ve been a bit sloppy, trying to get as close to him as possible. He’s seen you walking around his apartment complex, at his favorite stores, at the park he meditates at, but he hasn’t seen you. You decide you’ve learned enough about him to finally approach him. As he’s about to leave the tea aisle you take this as your opportunity. 

“Excuse me” you say sweetly.

He turns around, seemingly shocked someone is speaking to him. 

“Yes?”

“Is that tea good?” you smile sweetly.

“Oh this? Yea it’s my favorite.”

“Hmm, maybe I should try it. I don’t really know much about tea.”

“I like to think of myself as a tea connoisseur,” he says with a kind smile. Perfect, he’s letting his guard down.

“Well lucky me, huh?”

“You’re blessed to be in the presence of an expert so yes, lucky you.”

He begins to go on and on about different types of teas, benefits, and a whole lot of other crap you’re not listening to. You just can't believe he’s speaking to you, looking at you, perceiving you. This must be heaven. 

“Can I ask your name?” you say as you two near the checkout.

He clearly weighs his options, deciding you seem innocent enough. 

“Hao.” he says, making you smile.

“Hi, Hao. I’m Y/N.”

From there you two “coincidentally” bumped into each other often. The interactions become friendlier and more comfortable. The smiles turned into longing eyes, small touches. You’ve eliminated any threats, any woman or man who looked his way too long had to go. You couldn't let anyone take you from him now that you had him.

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“Baby, I need to go to work.” Hao whispers, trying not to disturb you too much. He knows you need your sleep, he has to leave at such weird times he feels bad. You’d think after a year of dating he’d have the balls to confess to you but he can’t. How are you supposed to tell your sweet, innocent, loving girlfriend you kill people for a living? He feels awful lying to you about his work, his life. You’ve been begging to meet his friends and family but he keeps denying you. He doesn't want to involve you in this lifestyle. You give him a tired smile and nod. “Ok, I’ll see you later.” you say and give him a kiss.

Minghao leaves your apartment and drives to the base. He has a few things to do today and then he can get back to you. He misses you already.

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For someone in the mafia Hao is way too trusting and honestly kind of stupid. Did he not think sharing his location with you would be an issue? Of course the kind innocent girlfriend would never be watching his every move, checking street security cameras to watch what he does, who he talks to, what he looks at. You see he’s meeting a woman at a restaurant. The fuck? Does she want to die? They go into the restaurant and you lose sight of them. Without thinking you head to the restaurant. Just the thought of him talking to another woman infuriates you. He would never cheat on you, he’s too much of an angel and you’re sure if he did it wouldn’t be his fault. He was probably coerced or blackmailed, he would never do that. You speed to the restaurant and park a few blocks away. By now the sun has gone down and the streetlights have turned on. You wait for them to leave in the alley near the restaurant. They bid their goodbyes and Hao walks away after confirming his lady friend has a rise coming, always such a gentleman. Once he drives off the woman starts walking away; she must've lied. Unfortunate for her, great for you. You start crying in order to gain her attention. As she walks by you emerge.

“Excuse me.” you sob.

She looks at you bewildered. “Oh my goodness, are you alright?” she walks into the alley to get closer to you.

“Some girl tried to mug me and I’m waiting for the police. Can you come and wait with me, I want to make sure she doesnt leave.”

She immediately agrees and follows you deeper in. So gullible…

When she’s a little ahead of you, you reach into your back pocket and pull out the hammer you brought with you. 

“You think you can talk to my boyfriend and get away with it?”

She turns to look at you. “What? Minghao?”

“Yeup.”

“He’s dating you?” She says in disgust.

You just stare at her. She’s becoming increasingly uncomfortable and as she goes to walk past you, you swing the hammer into her face making her fall to the ground. You straddle her and beat her face in, hitting her over and over and over until the ground is covered in her skull and brain. You don’t stop until you hear movement behind you.

“Y/N?”

You freeze. He wasn’t supposed to see this. You stand up looking down at your pretty pink dress now stained red. You drop the hammer, ready to start crying. You’re searching for a story to tell him. Self defense always works right? 

He just starts laughing. You look up at him confused. 

“Baby, baby, baby. I didn’t know you had it in you.” he says as he begins walking towards you. He takes his chin in your hand and looks into your eyes. “Why did you kill her?”

You just pout, too embarrassed to answer. “Was it because I spoke to her? Were you jealous.”

You just nod, ashamed but not apologetic. “She had it coming. She didn't think I deserved you.”

“Do you deserve me?”

Your face falls. “I just killed someone for you and you’re asking if I deserve you?” you spit, letting the sweet persona drop.

“Y/N. Do you think I have not known what you really were this whole time? I’m not stupid. I know you're a psycho stalker. I saw you all those times before we started dating, I know you looked into me, I know you follow me around, track me. I know this is all a facade.”

You feel your world falling apart. This can’t be happening. He backs you into a wall. “Hao I just do it because I love you.”

“And I love you, but you fell for my trap baby. You can’t go around killing people.”

“But you do that all the time.”

He breathes out a laugh. “Well you got me there baby.”

“Wait, what trap?”

“I needed to prove my suspicions; catch you in the act. I was supposed to kill her, but I figured I'd use her as bait. And you're just so predictable. You just killed her with no remorse. You’re just crazy.”

You take a deep breath. You’re not fucking crazy. You look him in the eye. “I’m not crazy.”

“Well clearly I am, because seeing you kill that bitch turned me on.” 

“What?”

“You heard me. Seeing this pretty little dress I bought you covered in blood. God, It’s making me so hard.”

Well this is new. You go to speak only to be cut off by a rough kiss. He grinds his hips into you and he wasn’t lying he’s harder than ever. He begins kissing and biting down your neck, rubbing his hands across your blood soaked body. 

“If I tell you to kill someone else would you do it?”

“Yes” you immediately answer.

“Would you do anything for me?”

“Yes.” your breathing is picking up. He’s so close to you, you can feel his chest rise with every breath, his fingers tighten around your waist, everything. 

“You're just my little lap dog, huh? My every wish is your command?” you nod furiously as he sinks to his knees, hiking your legs on his shoulders. He bunches your dress on your hips and pulls your panties to the side. He dives in, eating you like his favorite food, the vigor and intensity driving you mad. “Hao, please fuck me I want to cum on your dick.” He groans, setting you down gently. 

“You want me to fuck you in this dingy alley? With people passing? What would look worse, them finding the body or them finding us covered in blood, fucking next to a body?”

You honestly dont give a fuck about either, all you want his his dick in you. “Hao please just fuck me.”

“I don’t know, Baby.”

“If you don't put your dick in me right now, I’ll show you how crazy I can be.”

He groans. He unbuttons his slacks and pulls his boxers down enough to pull himself out. He hikes you up the wall and pushes in, bottoming out immediately. “Fuckkk, just the thought that you killed someone just so you can have me is making me want to cum in this sweet pussy right now. But you deserve an award for being so good to me right?”

“Please. I deserve it.” you moan.

He begins thrusting into you, hard and deep, trying to make you cum. The feeling of his arms holding you, his body heat on yours, and the adrenaline running through your body, it’s all driving you crazy. He angles his hips upward, searching for the spot that drives you crazy. 

“Tell me, what was it about me that made me want you so much?” he whispers in your ear.

“You just- y-you looked so hot, and you sm- smelled so good and ughh.” Every word you say he thrust into you harder making you unable to get a full sentence out. He’s taunting you. “Do you not love me?” he says slowing down. “Is that what it is? You don’t want me?” 

“No, no I do! I want you so bad Hao.”

“I don’t think so.” he says as he puts you back on the floor. “I don’t think you love me as much as you say you do. You just want me because I’m pretty? You don’t really love me.”

“What do I need to do to show you? I’ll do anything Baby.”

“I want you to kill someone else for me. Get more blood on your hands.”

“Right now? Just tell me who, I’ll do it.” you start walking back towards the street to which he pulls you back.

“God, Baby. You don’t know what seeing you like this does to me. So obsessed with me that you’ll blindly follow what I say. This power is going to my head.”

You groan, feeling delirious. You just want to cum at this point and these games he’s playing is pissing you off. You reach into his suit pocket and pull out his gun pointing it to  his head.

“I may love you but I love cumming more. Get to it.”

“Yes Ma’am”

He presses your hands against the wall and slides back into you from behind. He starts pounding into you ruthlessly, you feel every ridge and vein of his cock. You want to scream, cry, laugh, anything. You feel like you’re genuinely losing your mind, so overwhelmed by everything you're feeling. You start crying only making him fuck you harder. 

“Cry for me baby, let me see all those pretty tears.” he groans in your ear.

His feral groan makes you cum, squeezing him so tight he slips out. He jerks himself off, cumming onto your ass with a quiet moan. You try to catch your breath. That was so intense, you still feel like you’re on a different planet. He turns you around and pulls you into his chest. His warm embrace grounds you like it always has. 

“I love you. You’re so good to me, Baby.” he says as he hugs you harder.

“I love you too, Hao. So much.”

You both step over the body, leaving the alley hand in hand.You look at him under the moonlight. As beautiful as the day you saw him but even more beautiful now that he’s yours. 

[mentorshelly]

How to Use LinkedIn to Get Job Offers in 30 Days After a Layoff

So, you’ve been laid off. Cue the emotional rollercoaster: shock, fear, maybe a little relief (because let’s be honest, some of y’all were already over that job 😏). Now what? Before you spiral into job board burnout, let’s redirect that energy toward the platform that could literally change your career in 30 days or less: LinkedIn. Yes, LinkedIn. Not the boring resume graveyard you think it…

[alwaysmicado]

i just know if you ever tried to break up with nathan he might *let* you leave, but he would keep tabs on you and stalk you forever

You’re so right, Anon!

Nathan isn't the kind of guy who just lets go.

The man created an AI by combing through the entire internet’s data—your socials are practically child’s play for him. He wouldn’t need to "hack" anything because, let’s be real, he probably already built backdoors into every app you use. You could block him, delete him, deactivate everything, but you know deep down he's watching you through some obscure security protocol you’ve never even heard of.

He wouldn’t stop at just checking in. Oh no, Nathan would analyze every photo, every post. That Instagram story you posted? He’s already run it through some advanced facial recognition software to figure out who you’re with, how often you’re seeing them, and—most importantly—whether they’re a threat to his perceived superiority.

The guy you went to brunch with last weekend? Yeah, Nathan’s already pulled up his LinkedIn, his last five jobs, and his questionable Reddit posts from 2013.

Then there are the subtle things he’d do, just to mess with you.

You’re scrolling through your feed, and suddenly you notice an ad for vodka, his vodka, the exact brand he always drank. Coincidence? Not with Nathan. He’s leaving little breadcrumbs, digital fingerprints, so you know he’s still there. Watching. Waiting.

If you dared to date someone new, it’d only get worse. He'd run psychological profiles on your new flame, digging through their online history like some kind of deranged investigator. And if that poor soul ever posted something innocent like, "Out with my amazing new partner tonight," Nathan’s eyes would narrow. His hand would tighten on his glass. He’d be thinking: Him? Really?

And suddenly, your new guy starts having weird glitches on his phone. Like, weird stuff. Apps crashing. Texts going missing. Maybe one day, all of his favorite playlists are replaced with Nathan’s favorite songs—songs with creepy, passive-aggressive lyrics that sound suspiciously personal.

But of course, no one could ever measure up to Nathan. He’d probably scoff at the very idea. In his mind, he’s not just the ex—you’re the one who made the wrong choice. You can move on, but Nathan? He’s already ten steps ahead of you, digitally weaving himself into the fabric of your life whether you like it or not.

In the end, you wouldn't just be trying to move on from a relationship—you’d be trying to escape a person who doesn’t think “moving on” even applies to him.

– – –

Thank you so much for this ask! 🖤 Nathan Bateman Masterlist

[tasty-littl-snack]

Wait, does this mean all our fav people from Watcher is fired? Oh boy, i am gonna miss them. The Watcher snark reddit is gonna have a field day with it..

I admit it is unfortunate and I can only hope that the people who were fired will get better opportunities, or that this decision will allow watcher to finally bring in a profit. I don't know if you noticed but every making watcher starts with Steven joking about how they are not profitable, and yet they decided to hire people full time to work with them.

That is not the case for most entertainment industry from what I gather, as most people work freelance. As much as I despise them, Try guys hired the new cast on a freelance basis. Watcher wanted to be different, and that got them where they are where they have to make decisions that are not seen as very progressiveonlineleftist of them. Which is obvious because as much as I love them they are CEOs of a company where they invested their own life savings into. (I feel like people forget that. They have also their livehoods at stake and have to jungle between that role and being the main faces of the content they produce, because if they try something different people and the yt algorythm would kill them with hammers)

At this point I don't know for sure who is gone and who isn't. If we take Katie Leblancs linkedin post, it's written in normaler english as "Hey I am searching for a job. I'm very experienced and managed production at watcher but I don't anymore due to a decision that was not up to me. I also know other people who are very talented who also lost a job and I could give you their number if you need (whatever production role they had).". Linked in is a networking site so her post is written in a way to say that she is searching for a job but knows other people who are talented. You know. A networking social media site.

That makes sense for her, but does that mean that every person is fired and will never work with watcher? Not likely, as Shane said on discord "we offered them freelance positions". It's of course not ideal in Katie's case who is very experienced and responsible woman who has also a family to think of so freelance is simply not beneficial for her. That's understandable. Does that mean that every person will never work again with them? An answer for that would require 1) stalking up everyone's linked in 2) the fact that they'd have to post that themselves. I don't see any reason for them to do that because most of that is behind camera crew that unless you watch every debrief or every behind the screen content they wouldn't be more than a name in the credits.

If by "our fave people" you mean all the talented crew that worked at watcher then yeah I'd assume some of them might leave. Some of them not. What I know for sure that again for the average viewer, and that is what stands behind the decision the priority is to "get content out every week" and "See Shane and Ryan goofing off on camera". That will happen and nothing about that will change. How watcher manages their internal things without people who no longer work with them is not in my or average viewers interest, and sorry to say but most parasocial people shouldn't be obsessed about that either.

I also think that if you think "Oh my gosh haters will love this" then reevaluate your relation with this fandom. I didn't even look into that thing, most of the "opinions" I quoted in my previous ask was from the main reddit thread. Which is less toxic than a pool of haters and critical people who can't wait to see watcher burn. I know because I also used to think that and this made me miserable. Do you also go into hater threads for your favorite book or movie you watched? I know ragebait is very in right now but at some point, it's gotta stop.

I'm not gonna speculate what happens or might not happen. What we do know is that they planned out content for the next year and the best thing I can do is still be a fan of them. I think it's also good to know that the situation is less ideal than it seemed. Knowing that this might be the last year of watcher content (but again it doesn't have to be!) is way better than being told that there's no new videos ever.

They also bank on their content for months. The mystery files that is aring now was shot in november and so is the bts content, so if there is any drop of quality to be noticed (and they said that they already cut costs on content where they could) then we won't see it for months.

So yeah, take care and please don't think "what are the haters gonna say". It's very unhealthy in the long run.

[bitchinbarzal]

Ok but imagine them meeting the other guy

no bc they run into him in a store or something and mamas freezing up immediately, her mind running a million miles an hour - what is he doing here? he's not supposed to be in Boston, did he move here? how did he find me again?

jeremy feels her stiffen beside him and he knows something is wrong and when he follows her sightline he can tell this is the man that broke his girl and jumps into protective mode trying to do whatever he can in the moment to help her

-linkedin anon

It happened in an instant.

One second, they were walking through the grocery store, debating which pasta sauce to get. The next—she went still.

Jeremy felt it before he saw it.

The way her body locked up beside him. The way her fingers tightened around the cart handle. The way her breath hitched—small, sharp, almost panicked.

Something was wrong.

“Hey.” Jeremy glanced at her, concern prickling his chest. “What’s—”

Then he followed her gaze.

And everything clicked.

The man across the aisle.

Broad-shouldered. Too familiar. Brows furrowed as he scanned the shelves, completely unaware that he’d just turned Jeremy’s girl into stone.

Jeremy’s blood boiled.

He didn’t need to ask. Didn’t need her to say a word.

He knew.

This was him.

The man who broke her. The man who made her afraid of raised voices and sudden movements. The man who left scars she still carried.

Jeremy’s jaw clenched so hard it ached. His fists curled at his sides, every instinct screaming at him to do something—to make sure this man never got near her again.

But right now? She was what mattered.

And she was terrified.

Her breath was coming too fast, her eyes wide, her whole body frozen in place. Jeremy had never seen her like this before—not this still, this small.

And it broke him.

Jeremy moved without thinking.

He stepped in front of her, blocking her view. One hand reached for hers, gently prying her fingers off the cart—she hadn’t even realized she was gripping it that tightly.

“Baby,” he murmured, voice soft but firm. “Look at me.”

She didn’t. Her eyes stayed locked on the man across the store, her mind clearly running a million miles an hour.

He’s not supposed to be here.

Did he move here?

How did he find me again?

Jeremy tightened his grip on her hand. “Hey. Eyes on me.”

Finally, she blinked, her gaze snapping to his.

“There you are,” he said, his voice gentle. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Her fingers curled around his, her grip desperate. “Jeremy,” she whispered, barely audible.

He squeezed her hand. “He can’t touch you,” he promised. “He won’t even come near you.”

Her breathing was still shaky, her shoulders tense.

Jeremy glanced back at the man—who still hadn’t noticed them—before turning his attention back to her.

“Do you wanna go?” he asked softly. “Or do you want me to handle this?”

She hesitated.

Then, in a voice so small, she said, “Let’s just go.”

Jeremy nodded.

No hesitation. No argument. Because this was her choice, and he’d follow her lead.

He kept a firm grip on her hand, guiding her toward the exit. His whole body stayed between her and that man, shielding her without a second thought.

And as they walked out, as the cool air hit them and she let out a shaky breath—Jeremy swore to himself.

If that bastard ever tried to come near her again?

Jeremy wouldn’t just stand in front of her.

He’d end him.

[donnerpartyofone]

Maybe if I write this down I will get it out of my system and actually get some work done:

I decided to do a little year-end correspondence today, which would have included finally answering an email from an old college buddy who found me on LinkedIn (a red flag actually, but anyway). At that time, months ago, I sent him a quick email, and soon I received a lengthy reply detailing what seemed like everything that had happened to him since 2008. I felt overwhelmed. I don't mind a long letter, but a lot of it seemed to be a list of impressive professional achievements, and I couldn't figure out how to respond. The honest version of an in-kind personal update would be to say what a hopeless case I am, and how I found out through plenty of trial and error and a handful of abusive relationships that I'm not really meant for anything except struggling, but I managed to prevent myself from dumping all of that on him. With that stuff off the table, though, I couldn't think of anything to say at all, and I let it languish. Today I finally felt guilty enough about it that I re-read his letter with the intention of replying, and then I realized that this person is probably sort of insane.

I mean not to be so glib about it, but it was already a little weird for him to be sending this epic biography to someone he doesn't really know that well. We got along in college, but obviously we didn't stay in touch; I always thought of him as this sort of downtrodden Charlie Brown type of character, someone I liked but was never close with. His letter made it seem like he'd gotten his shit together in a big way since then, and you know, bully for him. But then I began to absorb what his letter really said, once I felt less overwhelmed, and like...it didn't seem good. There were these weird pieces of information that he sort of floated without really explaining himself. The last thing I knew was that, despite being sort of a self-pitying sad sack, he managed to land this terrific girl we knew, who I guiltily thought was too good for him. She had tons of great qualities, but was terminally insecure and I think in a lot of pain...so maybe they had a lot to offer each other on that level, it was none of my business. But in the guy's letter, he describes breaking up with her and writing an essay about it that won some literary prize; he says she found out about it, which seems to have this dark connotation, but doesn't say anything about what the consequences of that might have been. He just reiterates that he won a big prize, and moves on.

Well, he sort of says something else about it: Perhaps inevitably, he provides a breakdown of all these mental conditions he's diagnosed himself with over his long journey of self-discovery, including PTSD...which he assigns to a bizarre childhood injury. About which he provides no details. He just says that getting physically hurt as a kid made him permanently distrustful of the world, and that's why he broke up with his girlfriend, because the stress of the childhood injury made him afraid of intimacy. But he doesn't say that he was abused as a child, or in a dramatic accident, or that like, maybe his parents were checked out and neglectfully left him alone to hurt himself, or maybe, I don't know, they were poor and had physically dangerous circumstances...all he says is that being injured made him mistrust the world, and I guess that's why he's kind of an asshole today. Huh.

Then he explains how Trump and the pandemic were really great for him because adversity helped him find out who he is -- I think that's what he was saying -- and that's a bad sign in and of itself. During the past, uh...bunch of global crises that have seriously affected lots of people's lives and safety, I've noticed certain individuals using these mass events to get attention for themselves, and this inclination to make a catastrophe all about YOU is something I've learned to watch out for. Anyway, then he gives me his whole detailed political and sex/gender taxonomical breakdown, none of which contained anything really radical or novel, but I have a personal aversion to that kind of thing. I'm more forgiving of it in younger people, I guess, but I think there's something pathological about hyperactively putting every aspect of your existence in these little diagnostic boxes. It's simultaneously like, you want to be part of a club instead of just being yourself, AND you're wearing all these little egotistical badges of identity -- it's the thrill of taking a Cosmo quiz writ large, and you're insisting that everyone take it Very Seriously. This is not a good sign.

So I'm trying to figure out what I can possibly say to at least honor the fact that an old friend wrote me a long letter, and I think maybe I should read his prize-winning essay about breaking up with my other friend. And man, that was like...mainly a litany of complaints about her without any real understanding of who she is. There's like half a sentence devoted to the fact that she's very depressed and afraid she's wasted her life, and a bit more than that devoted to the fact that she drinks -- at which point I was thinking, well Jesus Christ WHY WOULDN'T SHE. The whole essay is about him visiting her at New Year's, being extremely cold to her, complaining about everything, showing zero interest in the obvious pain that she's in, and then waxing poetic (pilfering lines from actual writers) about how he can't wait to break up with her. And I mean, at least somewhere in his letter to me he suggested an awareness that he wasn't totally fair to her, but separate of his problems, I was bothered by the idea that this thing won him a literary prize. I mean I don't know if it was a big one, but they gave him a bunch of money, and it just seemed so symptomatic of what people always say about the literary world: that it disproportionately rewards young men who guiltlessly celebrate their own worst qualities. Even if the writing isn't very good, apparently.

When I had finished the email, I thought back on how I had almost written him this whole thing about being a worthless nobody, and then I thought, Man you do not deserve to hear about what a bad person I am! I mean this is probably exactly what he did to our mutual friend who was too good for him, getting her to be vulnerable about her self-esteem and then just dominating her. I'm not really mad at him, I feel sort of sorry for him on some level. But I don't think I can subscribe to a regular feed of these kinds of narcissistic confessions. It took enough of my energy just to write this like processing post, in order to NOT write him back. I've made the mistake of giving the wrong person attention before, and I don't think I'm going to do it again.

POSTSCRIPT I just realized that maybe there's an even better reason for me not to keep this contact going. In college there was a very awkward, drunken moment where I gave him this whole speech about how he shouldn't be so down on himself, or let other people push him around, because he's really a catch for a whole list of reasons. Unfortunately I think this was very confusing and taken as a sexual overture. It was kind of my fault for being extremely, historically obtuse about what men will interpret as an invitation to fuck, but at the same time this is a problem a lot of men have; you know, they act all lonely, and then you show them some understanding, and it turns into, "If you aren't gonna fuck me then why are you here." Not that this turned into a whole thing, but it definitely created a weird atmosphere, and then I started looking back on different micro-events, like...I didn't date much in college (or ever, really, and while I am picky I'm also just not very desirable), and then later in life when I finally had a boyfriend this guy made some remark about how he wanted to meet the boyfriend because he was confused about what kind of guy I would go out with, or something. Which is sort of a weird thing to express, like he needs to meet my boyfriend because he can't picture who I would choose to fuck? And then in his recent email he mentioned something I didn't remember, that when he got his big literary prize he had to go to a ceremony in the city, and he invited me to hang out at his hotel because he felt so alone among (and morally superior to) the rich lit world people. He seemed to want me to know how disappointed he was that I didn't come, but I sort of thought, Why me though? We had a lot of friends in the city, and I'd say he's closer to most of them. That's a little weird. He knows I'm married now, but I'm starting to feel like there could be something a little off about this aggressive bid for attention. Ugh, worrying about unwanted attraction is such a gross thing for women, it's like you either sound totally egotistical and like you're accusing someone of lechery, OR you try to play it cool and casual and it turns out you were wrong and now you're in a huge amount of trouble for being nice without giving out sex. Anyway, luckily I don't have to factor that into my decision to drop contact with someone who I cannot both speak to honestly AND make him feel like the things he says are cool.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Helloo

Armand has been attached to his Ipad frequently, in S1 he had it in hand all the time and in the S2 trailers he broughts it in bed lmao. What do you think he's doing?

And second question sorry,

Who do you think Armand was calling in episode 8 scene? (I'm talking about the "Ok, when is it?" scene, Daniel notices it)

Thank you! Have a nice day!

Hey!

(No reason to be sorry, shoot any questions you may have^^)

I just went through the extended look again, to recheck if we can get a glimpse, because I read on Twitter that this question is answered within the first episode (which I have not seen^^).

So, without having that info - I think that he a) has access to all the electronic devices in the penthouse (as we see him control the windows and music in s1) and b) I think there, in their bed, he is looking at a website, maybe Daniel's LinkedIn profile.

(this is a screenshot from my Mac... might fit the iPad one?!)

Since Daniel is subject of that conversation above I do think he's likely browsing something related. (We'll see next week :P)

And yes, the call (I think you mean ep 7 last season?) ... well, I think that could be Marius. Who Armand can not reach via the mind gift after all.^^ Marius' presence has been more than hinted at already, and I fully expect more hints next season.

Fareed's presence puts the Dubai timeline into the "Prince Lestat" territory, and by then a lot of things have shifted ... I don't think we're in a strict sequential adaption (book-wise).

So that's my two cents^^ . we'll see soon how that will hold up^^