#human element

[oilpalette]

Pony Tail - Deborah Quinn-Munson

American, b. 1950s

Pastel, 21 x 18

[sudokid]

raw emotions

[procurement-insights]

Procurement Strategy And The Human Element

Are you accounting for the human element in your procurement strategies?

EDITOR’S NOTE: The following is the discussion stream resulting from a thought-provoking interview between Shaun Syversten and David Loseby which illustrates perfectly why the agent-based model is critical to ProcureTech initiative success. Shaun Syversten: “Economics, unfortunately, as originally conceived” – “many others probably before”How much do you rely on logic when making decisions in…

[artificelux]

Publishing Independently

There are so many upsides to being an independent author/publisher. One is that I get to do things that are a little more outside the norm, like the soundtrack and the design of the hardcover. Another is feeling more connected with the people purchasing a book, as I get to ship them out myself.

But there is one instance where having the resources of a big publisher would have certainly been nice.

You see, after endless scrutiny and poring over designs and trying to make sure I did everything perfectly… a typo slipped through onto the final version of the softcover. You could say it’s a small thing, that it’s hard to notice, but ever since someone mentioned it, I haven’t been able to unsee it. Pretty sure I’ve seen it in my dreams! Haha.

-- Side note: The person who pointed it out was very kind, and said it should in no way diminish what I’d achieved, creating this project on my own. And they still bought a copy, saying “I’ll have the misprint first edition,” like it was a rare trading card or something. Which certainly made me smile at the time, and I’m very appreciative to them for that. --

And yet, that hasn’t stopped me feeling intense shame over the softcover edition ever since. Like I’ve let myself down. Like I shouldn’t even be selling it, even though the interior is the exact same book as the hardcover. And yet, that’s the truth of producing a limited run on my own. I can’t just have it reprinted; not to mention, I don’t know if I could stomach the paper waste of having it reprinted and trashing the initial run.

So, I’m stuck with it. And I have to keep telling myself that’s fine, even though I’m a perfectionist and it’s hard. Because I am proud of what I’ve made. And somehow this mistake made it past multiple sets of eyes and multiple proofs, which is just… human. And if you read the first chapter… well, it actually kinda fits with my main character Tonic and the beginning of her story.

If there’s a second run at some point (fingers crossed), this small error will be corrected. But until then, if you want a misprint edition from the very first run of Color of a Mirror, the softcover edition is for you.

Dan

colorofamirror.net

[gigivas]

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[dolivia]

Explore the human element in management by understanding Theory X and Theory Y. These theories reveal different management styles: authoritarian (Theory X) and participative (Theory Y), influencing motivation and productivity.

[hicapacity]

Makoto feat. Deeizm - Humanelements Podcast 12

Best Ever!

[constructionsafetynetwork]

What Are You Most Proud of in Your Life? Delving into the Heart of Construction Safety

What are you most proud of in your life? “What are you most proud of in your life?” Each time this query is posed, it beckons introspection and a journey down memory lane. For most, it might evoke memories of milestones like graduating, starting a family, or buying a first home. But for those in the construction safety field, the question takes on a different hue. It’s intertwined with memories…

[monstersflashlight]

Advent calendar: Day 4. Snow Elemental

Snow elemental x fem!reader || temperature play, special peen, groping, dirty talk (light), praise kink

You’ve been dating a snow elemental for a couple months when you feel like it’s time for you to get to the next level. You’ve been dying to suck his dick for the past week, and he’s been giving you excuses and leaving early every time you hang out. You are a bit desperate, and you can’t keep fucking your dildo as if its his dick. You don’t want a plastic substitute anymore.

But all starts to make a bit more sense when next time you are making out on his sofa, you start grinding against his dick and he moans brokenly. You lower your hand, more than ready to touch him, when he stops you and pulls away from the kiss. He looks concerned, and that makes you worried. He gets up and you follow, staring into each other in what feels like a pivotal movement in your relationship.

“I have something to tell you,” he says, his tone suddenly too serious. Nerves flutter in your tummy as you fear the worst.

“What?” You ask him, worried and confused by the sudden stop of your horny activities. Your pussy is still wet and you are more than needy.

But then he says: “My dick... It’s not like human dicks.”

“What do you mean?” You question, blinking slowly and trying not to react at his words.

“You know I’m an elemental and I… Other parts of me can become human-ish, but this… My dick can’t. It’s special.” He sounds worried, as if it’s been a deal breaker before, and that makes you mad at his behalf.

“Show me.” Interest and curiosity picking inside of you until you are almost vibrating. Does that mean you get to see his dick? Goddess, you hope it does.

“Are you sure?” You nod, curiosity and anticipation fighting a battle inside of you. “Okay… I- My last human girlfriend… She didn’t like it.” He confirms your suspicions. “And it’s okay. We can find other ways if you dislike it, okay?” You nod again, confused at his nerves. How weird can it be? He lowers his pants and it takes a second for you to understand what you are looking at.

Well… it is weird.

You stare for a few seconds, and then you let out in a choked breath: “An icicle?”

“Ye-yes. Do you… Do you dislike it?” His voice is so vulnerable you want to hug him. But seeing him all hard and a pearl of… snow (?) on the tip of his dick gives you a better idea. You are dying to taste that.

You don’t give him enough time to react before you are pushing him back onto the sofa and dropping to your knees in front of him. You launch for his dick like the desperate human you are and he lets out the most guttural moan when your hot mouth wraps around his cold shaft. You are almost worried he’s literally going to melt, but he’s not.

He’s only moaning over you as his hands find your hair and he starts to move his hips in and out of your mouth in short thrusts. He’s praising your mouth, your face, everything about you as he loses his mind. It’s amazing to be the one bringing him so much pleasure he forgot everything about his self-doubt, his hips thrusting faster and harder against your greedy mouth as you slurp around the snowy precum he’s letting out. You groan around him and he screams your name.

“I can’t- I can’t hold back much longer. Oh fuck, your mouth…” He says it like a prayer and you feel so powerful you look up at him just in time to see his snow-white face start fuming as he blushes and starts to come in your mouth.

It tastes almost like ice cream, the ones they scrap the ice and add some syrup on top, and it’s fucking delicious. You slurp around him until he’s dry and you pull back, smiling at him as you lick your lips trying to get a last taste of him.

“Come here,” he pleads.

His voice is low and you can see the evaporation leaving his head as a tiny cloud. You are always amazed at his powers, but that one makes you want to giggle because he’s so cute when he’s so horny there’s literal clouds on top of his head.

You sit on his lap and feel his dick twitching, getting hard again. “Already?” You ask, surprised. Your pussy is already tingling by the idea of him fucking you.

“Why, my lovely little human, do you want to be fucked by a snow elemental?” You nod eagerly, circling your hips over his icicle until you are panting. “You were so good, your mouth felt like paradise around me,” he whispers against your ear, his fingers traveling down until they slip inside your dripping panties. His fingers are always so cold you shiver, but it feels like melting as soon as he touches your clit. “Such a wet little pussy for me, you are so good,” he keeps talking. You are gasping for breath, your brain fuzzy with desire as he touches your hot center.

You expected a lot of sexy things, but you weren’t expecting him to rip off a hole in your crotch until your pussy is bare to his eyes. You gasp, but he wastes no time in positioning himself, impaling his icicle in you in one long thrust as he grabs your hips and starts helping you ride him.

You bounce on his dick like a rodeo rider, throwing your head back and enjoying (finally) the pleasure of having him inside of you. It’s even better than you expected, his icicle feels cold and slippery inside of you, but so great and ridged it’s driving you to another dimension entirely.

It’s fast and hard, and exhilarating. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before and the most amazing at the same time. It’s completely new and hot and cold and your brain is melting (which is ironic seeing as you have an ice dick in your pussy). He’s grunting every time your bottom hits his lap, and when your legs start getting weak, he starts thrusting up at the same time as he helps you move your hips.

“Come on gorgeous, come for me. Let me feel how good your pussy feels against my ice…” His words resonate inside your brain like a weird pull, drawing your pleasure to the peak and making you convulse around him as he screams your name.

You come at the same time, and you can feel the snow filling your pussy to the brim as he comes and comes and comes… You feel about to burst, as he sags against the sofa, your body pressed against his cold front, making your overheated body calm down a bit.

“I guess you did like my dick,” he says with a chuckle, making you laugh against his neck.

“You can say that,” you respond, amused.

[kiwi-b0nes]

something about pointy ears uhh

[tartppola]

very specific au thought, silver if he was the shield instead ( read the tags to see explanations )

[thechekhov]

nobody in their right mind will let me do this but I want to get in the water and try to mimic orca sounds at orcas in real time. I know I can do whistles and clicks underwater, and I need to see if

a) they would be loud enough for the orca to hear and

b) if it would freak them out

whether or not I get killed in this scenario is irrelevant. I need to see an orca as wigged out as a cat when you meow at it.

[pallanophblargh]

Apologies, I’m justifiably livid and will be for… who knows how long.

Before I can find a way to put that to good use, here’s an equally angry sketch.

Rage against the dying of the light.

[ferntern]

Sweaters

[stil-lindigo]

ashes to ashes.

a short comic about the day Ash was born.

Ash's story

Red and Wolf's story

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