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onlyforyoukook · 1 month ago

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Forbidden Feelings

paring: haechan x fem¡reader

synopsis: college student haechan who has a crush on his best friend mark lee’s sister. whom by the way is COMPLETELY off limits to his friends.

genre: smau

10. OH.. HEY MARK…

your apartment smelled like tomato sauce and melted cheese as chenle wrestled with a ball of dough on the kitchen counter, pretending he knew what he was doing. haechan, lounging on the couch with a can of soda, threw in unhelpful commentary every time chenle’s dough threatened to tear. jisung sat on the floor, scrolling through his phone but still laughing at their antics.

“you’re supposed to knead it, not beat it to death,” haechan teased, smirking.

chenle shot him a glare, flour smudged on his cheek. “oh, and you’re the expert now? last time you tried, your pizza was shaped like a boot.”

you laughed from the other side of the counter, sprinkling cheese onto a half-finished pizza. “at least he’s trying. unlike someone who’s been glued to the couch for an hour.”

haechan grinned lazily, his eyes flicking to you. “hey, i’m moral support. isn’t that enough?”

truthfully, you didn’t mind. haechan had been staying over for a few days now, the two of you still in that uncertain, exciting stage where everything felt new. chenle had started tagging along after you’d met through mutual friends, and his constant third-wheeling jokes had only stopped when you invited jisung over to even out the group.

“what movie are we watching later?” jisung asked, looking up from his phone.

“something scary,” chenle declared, his voice muffled as he shoved his pizza into the oven.

“nope,” you said quickly. “i’m not dealing with you screaming like a banshee in the middle of the night.”

“fine,” chenle said, rolling his eyes. “something funny, then.”

you were about to suggest a movie when there was a knock at the door.

everyone froze.

“who is it?” chenle whispered, his voice barely audible.

you didn’t need to guess. you knew that knock—sharp and impatient. it was mark.

“crap,” you muttered, glancing around. “he can’t know you’re here.”

“he knows i’m here,” jisung said calmly, taking a bite of the pizza crust you’d given him earlier.

“yeah, but he can’t know they’re here,” you hissed, pointing at chenle and haechan.

chenle bolted for the bathroom without a word, while haechan scrambled off the couch, looking genuinely panicked.

“where do i go?” haechan whispered urgently.

“i don’t know! the closet?”

he made a face but dove into the hallway closet anyway, pulling the door shut behind him just as you reached for the front door. you smoothed your hair, plastered on a casual smile, and opened it.

“oh..hey, mark..” you said, trying not to sound nervous.

mark raised an eyebrow, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “what’s going on? it smells like a pizza factory in here.”

“uh, just making dinner,” you said, shrugging.

his eyes swept the room, landing on jisung, who waved casually from the floor. “hey, jisung.”

“hey, mark,” jisung said, completely unfazed.

mark’s gaze lingered on the two extra pairs of shoes by the door—chenle’s bright white sneakers and haechan’s worn-out Vans. his expression didn’t change, but you could tell he noticed.

“so,” he said slowly, “just you and jisung tonight?”

“yep,” you said quickly. “just us.”

mark nodded, walking over to the counter where the leftover pizza toppings were still scattered. he picked up a slice of pepperoni, studying it like it held the answers to the universe.

“you’ve been cleaning?” he asked, glancing toward the hallway.

“yeah, a little,” you said, your voice a little too high-pitched.

mark turned back to you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “chenle. haechan. come out.”

the apartment went silent for a beat before the bathroom door creaked open. chenle stepped out, looking like a kid caught stealing cookies. “how did you know?”

“your shoes,” mark said simply, then turned toward the closet. “and you, haechan?”

the closet door opened slowly, revealing a sheepish haechan. “hey..mark.”

mark pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. “seriously, y/n? i told you—”

“i know,” you interrupted, crossing your arms. “but they’re my friends too, okay? we weren’t doing anything wrong.”

“friends,” mark repeated, looking pointedly at haechan.

“yes, friends,” you said, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck.

mark sighed, glancing between the three boys. “just… don’t make this a regular thing, alright? and haechan & chenle, next time, hide your shoes.”

chenle grinned. “so we’re not banned?”

“don’t push it,” mark muttered, grabbing a slice of pizza before heading for the door. “oh, and haechan? stay out of her closet.”

as the door closed behind him, everyone let out a collective breath of relief.

“well,” chenle said, flopping back onto the couch. “that was fun.”

“fun?” haechan echoed, glaring at him. “i was in a closet.”

you laughed, sinking onto the couch beside him. “you’ll survive. now, who’s ready for a movie?”

the room buzzed with energy again, and just like that, the night was back on track.

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theabstruseone · 2 years ago

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'TIL a papyrus scroll indicates that, during the building of the tomb of Pharaoh Ramses III, the workers were upset about their treatment and, rather than discussing it with them, management served them a large meal.

'The workers didn't think that was enough so occupied the Valley of the Kings refusing entry to anyone until they were given a raise and "cosmetics" (research shows it was a form of sunscreen).

'So not only does workers organizing a strike and forming a picket line for better wages and workplace safety conditions date back TO THE FRIGGIN' BRONZE AGE, but also management has been trying to placate discontented workers with a pizza party.'

And then that went viral on Twitter and I got hammered with people trying to "Well ackshually" about my three-tweet-long thread on a thing I'd learned just that morning I turned into a joke about corporate pizza parties. So I decided to research and here's the entire story.

TL;DR: I was pretty much right except it'd be closer to say "donuts/cupcakes in the breakroom" rather than "pizza party".

The events took place sometime around 1157 BCE (specifically the 29th year of Ramses III’s reign) in the village of Deir el-Medina, a worker village for the people who worked on the built the tombs in the Valley of the Kings.

BTW, the site itself is fascinating as it was first excavated in 1922 and ended up being one of the most thoroughly documented accounts of community life in the ancient world and proved the builders of the Pyramids were middle-class skilled artisans and craftspeople, not slaves.

You also have to know that this era of history is around the start of what’s known as the Bronze Age Collapse. Some sort of environmental catastrophe happened that caused widespread crop failures across the ancient world.

Now what precisely happened is strongly debated, but generally several groups from elsewhere in Europe and Africa known as the “Sea People” attacked the ancient civilizations of the Mediterranean, which caused most of those cultures to collapse.

Also, commerce was a bit different as they were (oversimplified explanation) on the bread standard. Salaries were measured in values of beer and bread as the recipes for those were standardized and made up the basics of the diet.

So while common laborers would be paid in literal beer and bread, more highly-valued workers would be paid in an equivalent of a larger allotment of beer and bread. So they’d get paid “100 loaves a day” worth of oil or metal or coin representing the value.

Now, for our tale. This comes from the contemporary account of the scribe Amennakhte. If anyone wants to read along, a photo of the scroll along with a translation is available to read for free at https://libcom.org/article/records-strike-egypt-under-ramses-iii-c1157bce

On Year 29, Second Month of Winter, Day 10, a group of workers walked past the guards and sat at the Temple of Menkheperre stating it had been 18 days since they’d last been paid, staying the night in the tomb saying “We have matters of Pharaoh”.

The following day, a scribe brought the workers 55 “s'b-cakes”. So yes, a “pizza party”. I can’t find any reference to what this is precisely other than “fine bread” that was worth more than a large loaf of standard bread.

Seriously, I wasted an hour of my life trying to figure out what “s'b-cakes” are exactly so if anyone knows please tell me.

Anyway, it didn’t work and there was “quarrelling” at the temple of Ramses II. The translations says “chief of police” which doesn’t seem quite right but I’ll go with it, but anyway he said he’d fetch the mayor of Thebes.

The mayor claimed they didn’t have enough to pay. The workers responded by saying “The prospect of hunger and thirst has driven us to this. There is no clothing, there is no ointment*, there is no fish, there are no vegetables.”

They then said to go tell it to the Pharoah directly. On Day 12 (the day following the “quarrelling”), they were given their ration they were due during the previous month (basically, they got their back pay). It was 21 days late.

Side note: I got some pushback by an “Egyptologist” for calling the “ointment” a type of sunscreen and…yes, it was. Some translations mark this as “cosmetics” but it was a medicinal balm used to prevent and treat sunburn. What the hell else would you call it?

So Day 13 (the fourth day of the strikes) and Mentmose, the “chief of police”, apparently took a side. He told the workers to lock down the work site and continue their protests, and that he’d lead them to the temple to continue the sit in.

His words (recorded by Amennakhte): “I’ll tell you my opinion. Go up, gather your tools, close your doors, fetch your families, and I’ll lead you to the temple of Seti I and let you settle down there.”

At this point, the tax master Ptahemheb came out to talk to them making a list of all the things they demanded. On Day 15 (sixth day of the strike), they tried another “pizza party” with half a sack of barley and a jar of beer for each worker.

Amennakhte doesn’t say what their response was exactly, but does say that the workers brought torches so they could continue the protest in the dark. So I take it the response wasn’t good.

Day 17 (eighth day of the strike), the head of the temple came out and asked what demands to bring to the Pharoah for them. And they gave a detailed list of what precise wages they wanted for each of the workers.

On that day, they were given what they asked for in rations for the second month of winter. They may have also been paid early as they should have been paid on the 21st or 28th day depending on the source.

So we’re now in the third month of winter (no exact date written) and they’re still striking. Worker Mose said basically “As Amun as my witness if you drag me away I will come back and start robbing the tombs.” I couldn’t fit the whole thing in one tweet.

Reshpetref, the proctor, said “We will not come back, you can tell your superiors that. For sure, it is not because of hunger that we strike, but we have a serious charge to make. Something bad has been done in this place of the Pharoah”.

We’re on the fourth month of winter now, Day 28 (so over three months of striking now) before the Vizier shows up. This is the government official that handles day-to-day business and is second only to the Pharoah.

He says he just got promoted so isn’t authorized to give them their wages (at least partially true, he’d just been promoted five days prior) and even if he could, there was nothing in the granaries to pay them with.

The granaries may have been empty because of the other issues going on with the Bronze Age Collapse or it may have just been the rampant corruption speculated of the government of the era, or he may have been lying.

On the first month of summer Day 2, the crew got two sacks of grain as their ration (they’d demanded 5 ½ sacks each). The foreman Khonsu told them accept it, then go down to the market and tell the Vizier’s children about it.

Amennakhte (who again, is writing this scroll) stopped them and said NOT to go to the market since they’d been paid and if they did, he’d have to have them arrested. He doesn’t mention they were only paid a third of what they were owed.

First month of summer, Day 13, passes the guard post saying “We are hungry” and continued their sit in. They shouted at the mayor of Thebes as he passed, who then got them 50 sacks of grain to tide them over until Pharoah paid them.

That’s the end of this particular scroll, but there’s evidence that strikes continued throughout the reign of Ramses III as there are records of more workers being hired to transport food and supplies to the workers.

The scroll also leaves out some of what happened in between dates. For example, it wasn’t one single long strike, but a series of them. After they were paid their wages the first time, the workers went back to work.

However, they were told that was their pay for the third month of winter and not the second so they wouldn’t be getting paid again, sparking the second strike that lasted into summer.

There’s also a big deal in Egyptian culture at the time called “Ma’at” or basically “The Order of Things”. Nobody had any idea what to do with the striking workers because workers weren’t supposed to strike. They were supposed to work.

Sure, they were treated well and the village of Deir el-Medina lived at what could be called middle-class standards for the time period, but they weren’t supposed to rebel against their betters in this way. It was unthinkable.

There was also a big festival coming up to celebrate the 30th year of the reign of Ramses III and a lot of the government officials were focused on that, more concerned with maintaining order than actually managing the country.

I should also note I paint Amennakhte as on the side of the government rather than the workers when the opposite was likely the case. The strike wasn’t recorded in the official government records as Egypt tended to cover up their losses.

That said, we do have some records like those of Amennakhte showing that, once the workers realized they had the power to organize, they used it all the way through the New Kingdom.

The last entry on the scroll doesn’t directly involve the strike, but is related. On the first month of summer, Day 16, one of the workmen provided evidence that government officials were stealing from the tombs.

One of them, Weserhat, was one of the ministers who shorted the workers payment previously. The other, Pentaweret, may be the son of Ramses III at the center of the “Harem Conspiracy”, an assassination plot that took place between 1 to 3 years later.

In summary, the workers were unpaid due to corruption and management enriching themselves, they went on strike, management threw them a pizza party, that didn’t work, and they eventually got their demands.

Though I guess if you want to be completely accurate, it was more “donuts/cupcakes in the breakroom”…

#egypt #ramses iii #ramesses iii #labor rights #strike #pizza party #donuts in the breakroom #union #union strong #Also before anyone says this is Ramses III not the Pharaoh of Exodus #That was Ramses II almost a century earlier and a completely different dynasty #Not going to open the can of worms that is archeological evidence (or lack thereof) supporting biblical accounts of history #But either way the events are unrelated as they were 70-100 years after Exodus would have been #ancient egypt #ancient history

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