#so when he thought he was getting the percentage agreed upon (2 or 3%)

[dd-is-my-guiltypleasure]

[biaswreckme]

how to care for your hybrid | jjk

Pairing: hybrid!Jungkook/Reader

Member: Jungkook

Length: 5253 words

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, 5+1

Rating: 18+

Triggers/Warnings: smut, hybrid smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), insinuation of past abuse (but nothing explicit or even saying what happened), mention of abandonment 

Project: @btscreatorscorner​ March workshop with the theme push the limits

Summary: how to care for your hybrid, or 5 times you cared for bunny hybrid!Jungkook and one time he took care of you

A/N: So this was supposed to be a drabble and it turned out to be a 5k fic. Alright. This was written for this month’s workshop for BTS Creators’ Corner network, and the theme was to push the limits. I had never written a hybrid fic before, so I interpret the theme as coming out of my writing comfort zone (even though it’s still smut...) Thankssss to my lobely lobely betas, @heejinnien​ for beta-reading the sfw parts of this fic, and to @taegularities​​ for beta-reading the nsfw bit :3 I love you girls ♥

You can find the sequel here.

1. Provide them with a comfortable home

You still remembered the day you had brought Jungkook home from the shelter. You had gone with a friend, just as a companion, not intending nor really wanting to adopt a hybrid. Sure, you’d feel lonely sometimes, living by yourself and in a foreign country, but the thought of adopting a hybrid had never crossed your mind. Adopting a plant? Sure. Adopting a cat? Maybe. Adopting a hybrid? Never. Until you saw him, that is.

The shelter was legit, your friend had said, having done her research. But the place still made you uncomfortable; the creatures, those people, inside the divisions - you refuse to think of them as cages - waiting for someone to help. You had to bite your lip to keep from crying upon seeing them, knowing it was a rescue shelter, and then your eyes crossed with his.

There was some magnetic energy in the air that had pulled you closer to his unit until you could read the informational pamphlet: he was named Jungkook, a rescue bunny hybrid. Your gaze had immediately shifted to the man again; he was only a couple of years younger than you, but there had been something about his gaze that almost hypnotized you. He had such wide, expressive, and round eyes glistening with moisture and paired with his ears drooping low on the back of his head, you could not resist it.

There would be a home inspection and you would need to get some provisions to fulfill all the exigencies, but you rushed to get everything together. They had provided you with a list of items to make the bunny hybrid comfortable and ease the transition, and you did not hesitate, deciding to worry about the credit card bills later.

And so you took him home. He had clung to you entering the apartment, slowly exploring the space and showing where he would be sleeping. At the shelter, they had told you the hybrid would need an appropriate bed, but you hadn’t felt comfortable just getting a bunny bed at the store, so you got him a real and human bed, wanting him to feel at ease enough to not need to shift into a full bunny to sleep - they had also told you he tended to do that, sleeping as a bunny because he did not feel comfortable in his hybrid human-like body.

You had gotten the basics necessary for the approval of the adoption, and then you took him to the store, letting him choose his own things. It would be a while until that wide-eyed, surprised look would leave his expression, even when you were alone at the apartment and just hanging out on the couch on a Sunday night. That first night, giving him the blankets and tucking him in, you promised to take care of him, and you could barely hear his voice in reply, so small and shy, even though he was much taller - and more muscly - than you. It did not feel right that he had to make himself so quiet and small if that was even possible, so you swore to yourself that you would do everything to help him come out of his shell.

And soon you would find yourself in the company of a very loud and boisterous bunny, no shame about singing, his love for gaming until late hours, and working out. And you could not avoid falling in love with him.

2. Make sure they are getting appropriate food

It was a Friday night, you got home tired after a long day at work, and you smiled to yourself, biting your own lip upon the sight that greeted you upon entering the apartment. A shirtless Jungkook, towel haphazardly thrown over his shoulders, his torso glistening with sweat from working out in your living room. He lifted his head upon hearing you enter, a big smile lighting up his face and his long ears pointed up. He got up and made a movement to hug you.

“Hi, noona!”

“Oh no, you don’t,” you barely ducked out of the day. “Jungkook, you’re sweaty…”

He was faster than you, predicting where you were going to dodge his new attempt at enveloping you with his arms, something he had been picking up whenever you joined him in a boxing workout. His arms quickly went around your body, pressing you against him, your forearms up in the failed endeavor of avoiding getting his sweat all over you. He hugged you tight, his chin resting on your shoulder and you felt one of his ears on your head as his entire body seemed to tremble, and as you looked down you saw his tail wiggle from side to side rapidly.

“You’re finally home,” he sighed, swaying you softly from side to side.

“Is everything okay, bun? I’m sorry I’m late, they had me stay…”

“I’m so hungry,” you could almost see the pout, knowing the small lisp that came out whenever he pursed his lips and whined.

You looked around the living room, seeing the empty protein shaker bottle on the coffee table, narrowing your eyes.

“Didn’t you have your shake? You were working out.”

“Well, I did…” he started.

“We went grocery shopping and there are still some veggies and fruit cut up from our weekend meal prep, bun,” you felt him hiding his face even more on your shoulder, squeezing your body. “What’s going on? Am I forgetting something?” There was a slightly teasing tone in your voice, knowing what he wanted.

“You promised…” his voice was a mumble, muffled by the way his pouty lips were pressing on your body, but before you could ask him to repeat, “You promised pizza night, noona.”

“I know, bun, I haven’t forgotten it,” you stepped away from him, looking into his eyes and seeing his demeanor change completely.

“Oh?”

“I made the order when I was stuck at a red light. I got your favorite,” you were about to continue, but was interrupted by his sweaty hug again, this time accompanied by a chuckle.

“Ok, we have just enough time to shower before it arrives, so let’s run and get ready.”

You were right and there was just enough time to quickly wash the day - and Jungkook’s sweat - away. You set up the coffee table while he went to get the pizza, knowing it would be hot and he would almost drop it entering the apartment as usual. You sat side by side on the floor in front of the small table, turning the television on to the show you have been binging, your backs propped up against the sofa.

Jungkook was usually very strict with his diet, being mindful of the food he ingested to maintain his physique and try to lower his body fat percentage - which was crazy to you, his muscles were already prominent and he seemed to get only bigger… how were you supposed to leave the house to work when you had your bun looking like that, especially early mornings, his hooded half-open eyes almost smiling at you wishing you a good day at work. Your fridge was always full of fresh and cut-up vegetables, fruit, and greens, catering to his diet (and you had to admit you have been eating much better since he entered your life). Sometimes you thought it was all his difficulties from before, his time spent in the shelter, that he had such a love for a cheesy hot pizza every once in a while during the weekend.

And how could you say no to him when he purposefully lowered his ears, pouted, and widened his big round eyes even more to convince you?

3. Explore new things together

“Come on baby, you said you wanted to try this. It’s just us now.”

“Y… yes, noona. It’s just so… big.” Jungkook’s eyes were wide open, looking at the size of the pool in the club. For as much of a muscle bunny he was, the sheer magnitude of the pool seemed to scare him.

He first brought up the idea when you were watching tv a few days ago, some random program late at night showing people on a beach, and Jungkook had seemed to be fixated on the screen. He wanted to visit the sea, for he had never been there before. You agreed to it, but you had to admit that you were scared too, so you compromised: you would start your water adventures at a pool, so he could test things out, see if he truly enjoyed being in the water and swimming.

A few calls later there you were, standing by the water. You picked a time when they said people weren’t usually in - it even involved getting a day off work so you could go this early, but you would do everything for Jungkook. You looked at him, observant, watching his reactions carefully. His ears were down the back of his head, his hands clenched together in front of his shirtless torso, his front teeth worrying into his bottom lip. You took one of his hands into yours and started taking him in the direction of the small ladder to enter the pool. For a moment you wanted to jump in, but you didn’t want to make him even more nervous.

“It’s okay, bun, we’re going into the shallower part so most of your body will be above the water, ok?”

He nodded, but still seemed hesitant to get in, waiting for you to do it first. You stepped down the small ladder, showing him that almost half of your body was above the water, that he would be safe and didn’t need to worry about this part. The water was on the warmer side; you thought going for the hot pool was the best idea to help him feel comfortable at first. He stepped in feet by feet, slowly, his nose scrunched, but the moment he felt the warmth on his feet it was like magic: his ears shot up and his eyes widened in surprise, his mouth coming into a small circle.

You smiled encouragingly and stepped back, giving him some space, seeing him put one of his feet to the bottom and then the other, grounding himself. He was taller than you and he noticed the difference in the level of the water surrounding you. You lowered your body, telling him you were doing it first so as not to frighten him and submerged yourself to get your hair wet. When you emerged, you saw his eyes were wide again, but his ears were not down as before. There was a glint of curiosity in his expression and you nodded in encouragement for him to try it out.

“It’s just like when you wet your hair in the tube, bun. Here, hold on to my hands and remember to hold your breath.”

He did so, holding them tightly in his fists as he bent his knees and lowered his body. You chuckled slightly when you saw that half of his ears were still out of the water, so you quickly untangled one of your hands from his and lightly pressed on them so they were submerged too. He got up and shook his head, water droplets flying everywhere. He started laughing when he saw you put your hands in your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“Good?”

“Yes, noona, it’s good.”

“Are you ready to go a bit deeper?” His long ears perked up at your question, but his face seemed apprehensive. “Not much, we’re not swimming today, just going a bit more so you can maybe try floating.” His head moved up and down, agreeing to the idea, and you couldn’t help but think it was so cute the way his ears moved too.

You grabbed both his hands again so you were looking at each other as you slowly started to step back further into the deeper part of the pool. You didn’t rush, letting him adjust to the increasing level of the water, and only moved when he seemed comfortable. Jungkook always loved to have baths, so you figured he would love going to the pool too, especially a hot one. His smile got wider with each step, feeling more confident and safe with you. When the water hit your shoulders, you stopped and let his hands go.

“Bun, let’s try floating, ok? We’re starting small today, so you can just come closer and put your arms around my shoulders.” You said as you turned your back to him, and almost immediately you felt his arms around you. “Good! Now try letting your feet rise from the floor, let your body float a little.”

He tentatively lifted his feet, clinging to you harder as his body moved with the slow slushing of the water.

“I’ve got you, Kook,” you said as you pressed your hands to his. “I’m not letting go. Trust me, bun. Kick your feet back and put your weight on me.”

You felt him kick the water behind you, his strong arms flexing as he let his weight fall onto you. You knew the moment he started to float and enjoyed it; he pressed his face against your neck and started giggling, and when you looked at him, his nose was scrunched with happiness. His long ears were slightly facing backward, his eyes half-closed, and his little tail wiggling. You walked around the same area of the pool while he kicked his feet behind him, laughing freely as he enjoyed himself. As soon as you taught him to swim you would be taking a small holiday on the beach; you wanted to see this joy in him forever.

This moment was worth everything.

4. Make sure they are getting enough attention

“Morning, noona.”

You heard his voice, so gentle and still thick from sleep, waking up to the sound and the small kisses, his lips softly pressing against the back of your neck, his nose smelling your hair, his warm chest pressed against your back. You made an attempt to move your body but he tightened his arms around you.

“No moving yet, noona.”

“Morning, bun. What are you doing?”

“Just making sure you’re not going to leave my arms today,” he started, and you noticed his voice was heavy with emotion.

“Bun?”

He stayed quiet, hiding his face on your shoulder blades, and you did not say anything else until you felt it, until you felt them. There were small droplets of tears falling on your skin, and you turned around quickly to look at him fighting his embrace. Your hands immediately went to his face, wiping his cheeks, seeing him close his eyes and just quietly crying. Whenever he got like this, he would usually be quieter, needing to talk in his own time, so you did not ask him anything else, giving him space to let his feelings out. All you did was press your forehead against his and wipe his tears with your thumbs, and when you saw he would not stop so soon, you hugged him, letting your shirt dampen without caring about it. The moment you cradled his head against your chest, sobs started to wreck his body, making him shake and you could feel tears gathering in your own eyes. You had no idea how long you were like that, slowly caressing his hair, minding his long ears, but all that mattered was Jungkook. Slowly you felt his body starting to shake less, his hard sobs turning into small hiccups as he almost clawed at your back, needing to be closer to you.

“You’re… you’re not leaving me, right, noona?” His voice was quiet, but his question was too loud in the silence of the bedroom on a Saturday morning.

“Jungkook… no, love, I’m not leaving you,” your heart started to crackle with this question, and you pressed him against you even more. “Why, why do you think that, bun?”

He sniffled, pressing his nose against you and inhaling deeply, then said, his tone still small, “I’m feeling lonely… this past week…”

“Oh, Kook…” it seemed impossible, but you held him even closer to you, “I’ve been just too busy and exhausted from work, I know I got here yesterday and you were already in bed… I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”

He sniffled again and you felt a new wave of fresh tears wetting your clothes.

“I thought…” he started, but his voice faltered. “I thought I made you mad. I thought you were angry at me… and that…” there was a small sob that shook his entire body, “I was scared, noona, I was scared you were going to take me back.”

You could not stop your own tears from falling on top of his head; you had no idea he had felt that way. You had tried texting him during the day whenever you could have a moment for yourself at work throughout this insane week, but again and again, they demanded more hours from you and you did not have the chance to say no. Jungkook was still finding his freedom and footing in the world, and it had worried you that you had to leave him to spend more time by himself than usual. But you never expected this reaction, and you made up your mind. They could ask someone else at work, why did it always have to be you?

“No, Kook… Listen, bun,” your voice trembled, so you paused to be more stable when talking to him. “I’m so sorry you were alone this week, this is not going to happen again, I promise. And the day you came home with me I made a promise, remember? I’m never taking you back unless you want to go.”

He shook his head quickly, signaling his opposition to the idea.

“I don’t want you to go either, bun. I love you, and I’m sorry again.”

He finally looked at you, murmuring I love you too, a small smile gracing his lips. Your chest was starting to feel lighter, starting to relax after being so worried at his crying. You had never seen him like this, and you never wanted to see it again.

“What do you need from me, bun?” you said and kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger for a brief second.

“Can we just… stay in bed today? I want to stay like this in your arms, I missed you too much, noona.”

“Whatever you want, love, I’m yours.”

“I never want to leave this bed,” he whined, burrowing closer to you, and you noticed that even though his face was swollen from the tears and his voice was hoarse, his ears were more relaxed than they were before; they were tense in a way that was new to you.

“What about food? And I’m sorry, you’re not using this bed as a toilet, ok?” you tried to lighten the mood and it worked, the sound of his delightful chuckle filling the room, and you laughed along. But you understood and agreed. You never wanted to leave this bed. And at least for the day, you would only leave when necessary, needing to feel him in your embrace and carefully observe as he truly started to believe in you, leaving his worries in the past.

5. Love them unconditionally

The first time it happened was purely accidental. You were cuddling on the sofa, watching television, your hand caressing his hair when you felt his entire body tremble with such force that you stopped and looked at him, your hands away from him.

“Jungkook, bun, what… did I hurt you?”

You were worried; his arms were crossed in front of his body and his hands clasped together tightly on his lap. His doe-like eyes were more expressive than ever, open wide, his long ears were down, and he seemed to still be shivering. What had you done? You noticed there was a pink hue starting to tint his cheeks and neck and when you kept staring at him, you saw that he tried to make himself smaller. You felt tears start to gather in the corners of your eyes, fearful that you had done something to remind him of his life before, as he usually referred to the time that preceded the shelter.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook. I’m so sorry, just tell me what I did so I don’t do it again.”

“You didn’t…” he started, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. He cleared his throat and continued, his eyes wandering around the living room,  “you… I…”

You nodded, trying to encourage him to speak, needing to know what went wrong.

“Noona… my ears… my bunny ears, they’re, hm, too sensitive,” he said, blushing harder, and he shuddered.

Oh.

Oh. Your gaze shifted downwards, and you could see his hands were trying to conceal his erection. You licked your lips unconsciously, and his eyes seemed to get even bigger.

“Bad sensitive or good sensitive?”

He looked down at your question, clenching his hands and pressing them on his crotch, but said “Good sensitive, I think?”

You scooted a little closer to him on the couch but still did not touch him. “Talk to me, bun,” you said softly, feeling that the subject was delicate, but you wanted to know whether or not to bring it up again, whether or not you could touch him like that.

“Noona… no one ever touched them like this before, like you,” he seemed hesitant, but continued nonetheless, “you don’t hurt me. You like it, you like me, right?”

You did not think twice before enveloping him into a hug, pressing him tight against you, overwhelmed with emotions at his question.

“I love you, Jungkook. Every part of you.” You had a feeling that this was what he needed to hear. It was not often that you saw him being insecure anymore, and it tugged on your heart uncomfortably. “You don’t ever have to feel bad with me, ok? I love you,” you repeated, emphasizing, trying to comfort him.

“I love you too, Y/n,” his voice continued soft, but he looked a tiny percentage more confident. “I think… at some point… maybe…” he looked at you, and you nodded again for him to continue. “I think I might want you to touch them when we’re, you know,” he wiggled his eyebrows up and down, chuckling, and there he was, getting back to you.

You laughed with him. It was unusual seeing him this shy in talking about sex, as he was definitely not shy at all performing it or even talking about it most of the time, but you understood this was a different issue.

“Only if it will make you feel good, bun, you know I don’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable,” you took his hand and held it, caressing the back of it with your thumb, and he nodded.

The next time it happened was not accidental at all, and it caught you by surprise.

You were already in bed, whispering sweet nothings as sleep didn’t reach you. The kiss started innocent enough, his lips pressing softly against yours while his hands stopped at your lower back, pulling you towards his body. His tongue caressed your lower lip and you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss as you pressed your body closer to his. His leg nudged its way between yours, and shortly after he rolled over you, his underwear not able to conceal his erection and you felt it directly where you needed it as he grabbed your leg and wrapped it around his waist.

His kisses moved down to your neck, nipping and sucking, his hips subtly moving, stimulating you. You grabbed his hair as he descended, lifting your tank top, softly sucking on your nipples as his hands started to lower your panties. He wasted no time, licking your slit from bottom to top, pausing to circle your clit before putting his lips around it and sucking rhythmically as one of his fingers teased your opening, slowly moving in and out. It wasn’t long until you felt your orgasm building that your hands grabbed his hair, pulling him up and towards you.

“I want you in me,” you whispered against his lips, tasting yourself, you needed to feel him.

He nodded and quickly removed his underwear, throwing it haphazardly behind him. He moved back between your legs, lowering his body on top of yours as you crossed your legs on his waist, helping the angle. His cock started to press into you and you felt the delicious stretch, inch by inch. His thickness filled you perfectly; you could almost feel the veiny lines that adorned the underside of his cock pressed on your walls, and whenever his hips made those small sharp trusts, the upwards curve of his erection put some pressure just right where your sweet spot was.

It was sweet and slow, your mouths connected in a seemingly never-ending kiss, his hips moving without rush, the pleasure building unhurriedly and constantly, his weight on top of you heightening the feelings. You started canting your hips with his, your languid movements following his rhythm, and his hand reached to yours, intertwined your fingers. He broke the kiss, looking into your eyes as he directed your hand to his hair. You immediately entangled your fingers on his dark strands, tugging on it and he moaned, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again and stopping the movements of his hips. Before you could ask what happened, he pushed your fingers from his hair, shaking his head softly and smiling. Still staring, he lowered his head and made your fingertips graze against one of his long ears, almost a ghost-like touch. You opened your mouth in surprise and let out a loud moan at the same time, as your first touch on that sensitive part of his made him snap his hips hard once against yours.

A shiver perpassed his body, probably due to the intensity of the touch, but he looked at you and nodded, and so you did not hesitate. Your other hand went to his head too, so you could gently caress his bunny ears; he trembled again but started moving his hips, this time with more urgency and small whines came out of his mouth in between kisses on your neck. One of his hands sneaked between your bodies, his thumb circling your clit, pressing on it, needing you to get closer, the intensity of his orgasm starting to overwhelm him. You were already close, so close to it, but you wanted him to reach his peak with you.

“Can I…” you pause to moan, feeling the edge approaching, “can I touch your tail too?”

He seemed so lost in the moment that you had to repeat the question, the need clear in your voice, and upon hearing it again, he did not hesitate in moaning out an affirmation, curious to see what it would feel like. You waited until you were at the brink of the precipice, your right hand going down his body, his back. And just as a sharp snap of hips hit you just right, snapping the coil of your orgasm, your fingers reached the fluffy tail. Feeling your touch, Jungkook let out a loud shout and stopped his hips, his cock deep inside you as you felt him pulse and his entire body trembled. He fell on top of you as aftershocks still ran through his figure, little high-pitched moans leaving his lips. You were not sure how long you were like that, legs entangled, your fingers caressing his back soothingly as your own body calmed down from the intense orgasm.

“Jungkook?”

“I’m…” he moaned out, “good. We’re doing this again as soon as I have control over my body, okay?”

You chuckled and he moaned for you to stop, the tiniest of movements overwhelming his senses. The next time you giggled at a comment he made, he turned you over, pushing your upper body into the bed and hoisting your hips up, and you certainly did not laugh anymore that night.

+1: Expect to be surprised by them

You heard the commotion outside on the street and you ran out of the apartment to the front door of the small building to see what it was about, and you opened it just in time to see Jungkook stepping out of the cause of the noise.

“Bun, what’s all this?”

“Oh hi noona! Surprise!”

It was indeed a surprise. This morning you had woken up and could not find Jungkook anywhere so you assumed he had gone for a run, but apparently not. There he was standing and waving at you in front of a camper van, a huge smile on his face, his long ears perked up. You could see your neighbors, Taehyung and his cat hybrid Jimin next to him, a sheepish expression on Taehyung’s face and a smile as big as Jungkook’s on Jimin’s lips.

“We’re going camping, noona!” Jungkook said as he approached you, enveloping you into his arms. “You’ve been so tired from work and now that you have a break, I thought we could go camping and have some fun…”

“Right now?” You asked, a little overwhelmed, but starting to get excited about the idea.

“Yes! Taehyung-hyung called up this place and rented the van, we got groceries, and Jimin even helped me pick a new coat for you, noona, I know you needed one.”

You felt your eyes tear up. You were so used to taking care of Jungkook and putting him in the first place that it was strange having someone take care of you like this. But this was Jungkook, you should have expected that. The day you brought him home from the shelter, he had said he would take care of you just as much as you would take care of him. You kissed him softly, pressing him against your body, and you whispered a thank you low in his ear.

“I love you, noona. Now let’s get your things ready, we have to get going, or else Tae-hyung said he is going to play all his old records in this player he brought the entire trip,” he stated wide-eyed and clearly hinting that he definitely did not want that.

You chuckled, knowing how picky Jungkook was with everything - his food, his clothes, his music. You took his hand and pulled him into the house, waving to the other boys at the front, signaling you would be out in a minute. You quickly packed a bag with Jungkook’s help and you waited as he got his camera and equipment bag, not forgetting the aux cord, set on not letting the other boys have control over the music.

What you would find only later on that evening is that for the first night, Taehyung and Jimin would set their tent a little far from the camp, giving you two some space for the date Jungkook had planned. A bottle of your favorite wine, Jungkook cooking a simple dinner by the fire camp, the bun’s eyes shining brightly as he scrunched his nose, and his small tail wagging slowly to the rhythm of a Frank Sinatra record under the moonlight.

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Hope you enjoyed it and if you want to read more, how about finding out about the first time bun!Jungkook went to the beach?

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Monday 20 June 1836

7 ¼

11 25

no kiss fine morning F56 ½° at 8 ¼ - A- with me in my study looking over Mrs. Briggs’s account - breakfast at 9 Richard Woodhead waiting for A- he waited till 10 and we then walked with him to Spa house wood, and fixed upon a large Scotch fir to be cut down for making out the new stable with at upper Holcans - from Spa house direct to Oozle hall (cottages) Henry Ingham there - A- agreed to give him 10/. a rood for taking the bit in below the garden, and throwing it to the garden - he strode it over and said there would be 4 roods - A- saw her cottage tenant and spoke about their being in arrear - her husband lived many years as farming man with Mr. Clark ‘at the hall’ (near) but when Mrs. Clarke died, he pulled him off a shilling a week, and so the man would not stay - had 8/. a week and his meat and would not stay to have only 7/. a week and his victuals - A- and I walked round by Pule neck and the old Bradford road to Northgate - there at 12 ¼ - took Mr. Husband to Hatter’s fold - then went with him to Water Lane mill - Longish while there - A- said Bairstow must be the person to prevent the mill people

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above from throwing more ashes into the brook - and Bairstow or Brary or the person actually in possession of the mill (whichever of their it might legally be) must get the blacksmith out of the little shop under the end of the mill next the road - the man’s father was allowed by Bray to build the shop and occupy it these 7 or 8 years without paying any rent - the Rawson-tea-drinking women declare they will pull the engine boiler down as soon as it is built up - they (Mr. Rawson at their head?) claim the bit of ground the blacksmith’s shop stand on as waste - A- and I returned up the o.b. and came in at 2 - Messrs. Haighs of Honley had been waiting for her about an hour - wrote the above of today till 2 50 - then settled George’s last weeks’ accounts - Mr. Parker called on A- at 3 10 - I gave him a check for the £35 he paid Mr. Nelson in a/c of Northgate on Saturday - and A- tore in pieces before him (Mr. P-) the note of hand I gave her for £1000 witnessed by Mr. Parker and dated 26 January 1836 - I merely said I begged him to do what might be necessary about paying the interest of Mrs. Ferguson’s trust money - and that I thought the £1000 (or ½ of the trust money) now due to the granddaughter of Mr. F- which granddaughter is underage could not be safely paid till the child is of age - this child is the issue of Mrs. F-‘s oldest daughter who married Mr. Graham and on whose death Mr. Graham married her sister his present wife - Mr. P- thought the £1000 now due to Mr. G- as administrator to his wife - I looked rather grave, but said not a word on any other subject than the bond and trust money, and civilly hoped Mr. P- had left his father recovering - ‘yes! out of danger’ - A- and  I then spoke to Mr. Bottomley of Beestarley Charles Law’s brother in Law who came to ask A- to change the situation of the new barn as it would block the windows of the building new house about to be built (almost finished) by Mr. Serjeant Blackburne for ............ A- said she would speak to Mr. Washington about it - sorry the man had not spoken to her before on the subject - before the masonwork was let - ...... shewed us the plan of his new house - to be completed by his cousin Bottomley for £146. told us this - but had not told Charles L- and begged us not to mention it - nor would he tell Mr. Washington who was Mr. Blackburne’s steward but told us it was - Mr. Peace attorney of Huddersfield, a very nice man - A- very civil to the Messrs. Haigh (3 brothers) of Honley who came fearing they had offended and apologizing then begging for a new building to their mill to cost £200 then they said £150 - without paying any percentage! - they have the mill cheap and 14 years of lease unexpired - A- said she would all required by the lease but nothing more - at 4 A- on the pony and I on ft. picked up Joseph Mann at Listerwick wheel race and went to Hipperholme Lane-ends to see about the water - Joseph M- to sink a hole 4ft. diameter in Thwaite’s tanhouse field just below the top wall to see if plenty of water could not be found there and carried down to the public house cottages A- has lately bought of Parchett - A- and I returned together about 5 20 - with Robert Mann + 4 at the great main drain - had Mr. Husband - the green room finished - made very neat and tidy by Mallinson’s man and boy (vid. Friday last) - dinner at 6 ½ - on coming thro’ the hall found George had hung the 2 dinner napkins on one of the arm chairs before the fire to dry (too damp on being taken from the press) odd appearance - called George - said I was shocked - this would not do - to ask Mrs. Briggs to shew him how to lay down the napkins and not make them too damp - spoke to Mrs. Briggs and asked her to shew him - at dinner found he had taken in the bottle of marsala with the cork drawn and an empty decanter to the Messrs. Haigh - I had told him to take them in to A- and me at dinner - he misunderstood - and I thought there would be no more of it - dinner at 6 ½ - coffee - as we were sitting at coffee - George came in, and said, he was sorry he had not been so comfortable of late - ‘I am sorry, too’ said I ‘but if you are not comfortable and if you think you can be more comfortable anywhere else, you can but try’ - he ‘should wish to try this day month’ - ‘very well’, said I very calmly ‘then you shall do so’ - and here the matter ended - A- did her French - A- and I agreed nobody would be very sorry at George’s going, and John (his father) soon after came to the door with a grim on his face, and looking more cheerful than we had seen him for long - wrote the last 37 lines till 9 55 pm then A- and I went to my aunt for 20 minutes - fine day - fair but cold and dull, and highish wind towards night - cold wind on the high ground all the day - raining at 11 25

[thusatlas]

Can we talk about Barty Crouch Jnr?

This tweaked bastard has been living in my head, rent free, since I read the Goblet of Fire - in 2005.

Think how much rent that is! 

You see, this malevolent set of cheekbones is not only a brilliant portrayal of a true psychopath, but he’s also somewhat responsible for Voldemort’s death. And it all comes down to one, beautiful, sweet, doe-eyed glow-up baby - 

Let me lay out fifteen years of thoughts here for you.

1. Is he a psychopath? 

Well first let’s define psychopath. I’ve spent much time toiling over this conundrum for my Masters (not as long as Barty Crouch Jnr but enough). Hollywood has made the image of a psychopath synonymous with Hannibal or Patrick Bateman, but let me assure you - that is a very, very small percentage of what would actually be considered a psychopath. According to the DSM - V, there is no such thing diagnostically as a “psychopath”. This is for two reasons: law and philosophy. Philosophically speaking, the MindBody Problem is still at the forefront of conversations about the conscious, and so when faced with the paradox of a psychopath, the MindBody problem freaks the fuck out. Briefly, this problem is that we as neuroscientists and psychologists can map most - if not all - the ‘hardware’ of the brain. So the mechanical actions like moving your arm or drinking some tea. The hard problem - the actual problem - is we haven’t got a fucking clue what the Mind is. It’s all a bit... ineffable (that is legitimately how we academically put it, Neil Gaiman = God). Religion says that the Mind is the soul. Science says - we haven’t got a fucking clue what it is; it’s qualia, its unquantifiable experience that effects your entire worldview and make you wholey unique from everyone else on the planet. 

And we can’t fucking find it on a map - hence its a problem. 

Now this ineffable, unquantifiable mind, soul, conscious whatever you want to call it, is the thing that directs your moral compass. Psychopaths seem to present behaviour that does not prescribe to the moral code that we, in our relative societies have agreed upon. There is evidence to suggest that they do not feel guilt, which is a key ingredient in Moral psychology (I direct you to the research of Jonathon Haidt). Within the law, internationally, individuals with psychopathic traits are perceived as being predicated to criminal behaviour - therefore, exempt from taking any insanity defence. Now within psychology, because of the law and philosophy, and the mindbody problem - IT’S VERY FUCKING HARD TO DIAGNOSE A PSYCHOPATH BECAUSE WE CAN’T DECIDE WHAT ONE IS, because of all of the above. It’s all very... grey.

But what we can agree on, is there is a list of qualities that you would usually find in a psychopath, these are measured on the PCL-R  (Hare 2003) and the PPI-R (Lilienfield and Widows 2005):  

Machiavellian Egocentricity

Rebellious Nonconformity

Blame Externalisation

Carefree Nonplanfulness

Social Influence

Fearlessness

Stress Immunity

Coldheartedness

Early behavioural problems

Lack of realistic long term goals

Juvenile Delinquency

Parasitic Lifestyle

As you can see, Voldemort was a psychopath, but I digress. Barty, not so sure, and this is earmarked with the fact that we don’t know the entirety of his character. By the time he’s outed the first time, he has a seat on the Wizengamot and Crouch Snr is all shocked - like he never saw this behaviour coming. It can be inferred that a) Crouch Jnr is a excellent liar, capable of manipulation those closest to him with machiavellian behaviour; b) probably quite a well behaved young boy. So I would disregard the idea of juvenile delinquency and early behavioural problems. 

And this scene stands as evidence that Crouch Jnr is capable of Rebellious Nonconformity as well as Blame Externalisation. We know that he was a politician prior and well liked, so I will again infer that he had Social Influence. I will also infer that he had a predilection for Stress Immunity given he was outed infront of the entire court room and his reaction was this: 

Not screaming and running for the high hills. I’ll raise you the fact that he was undercover as Moody for an entire year, rubbing shoulders with Dumbledore, and seemed pretty chill about the whole thing given that he was acting in, what I can imagine to be, was a very stressful situation. 

So as you can see, a fair argument could be made for Crouch Jnr to be diagnosed as a genuine psychopath. 

And yet we come to the reason why this has bothered me for fifteen years. 

2. The Character Development of Neville Longbottom

It’s a well loved narrative that Neville goes from the bumbling bucktooth first year, to the Gryffindor God slaying Nagini in the Battle of Hogwarts. 

...deceased. 

Anyway, years 1,2,3 Neville is still treated as the weakling: he’s forgetting books, he’s leaving Common Room passwords lying around so that they’re stolen by nefarious Kneezles who let in escaped convicts etc etc. Come forth year, we open with Neville stepping in the trick-step that everyone knows to miss and yet bumbling Neville, still doping along. At this point, you’re like, ‘na this kid is gonna die because he trips over his own shoelaces or something.’ 

And then that fateful Unforgiveable Curses lesson happens. 

For those who need reminding, here Neville offers up the Cruciatus curse to which Professor Moody - aka Barty Crouch Jnr, tortures a spider using it as a demonstration. Neville is stricken by the whole event because of his parents. After the lesson, Hermione hurries Ron and Harry (who haven’t really realised that Neville was that effected) to find Neville who staring at a wall in a side corridor or stairwell - I can’t remember which. Neville’s shellshocked, saying he’s fine but keeps talking about dinner. He’s in full trauma. 

Then Moody Crouch comes along.

3. The paradox

Moody Crouch then takes a traumatised Neville to his office, gently reassuring him, offering him tea and calling him ‘laddy’. Here, he tells Neville that Professor Sprout was singing his praises in Herbology and gifts him the book on African plants, I think it was. This book is what Harry and Ron see him avidly reading later. This is the start of his love of herbology, which then leads to him being the one to get Harry through the second challenge, which then allows Harry to go on and touch the portkey Triwizard cup. Whilst also setting Neville on the path of having confidence in himself. By book 5, Neville’s braver, he’s no longer forgetting things, and this only improves by the time we get to the Battle of Hogwarts where he becomes a literal Hero from a Greek Myth. 

So, Psychopathic Machiavellian behaviour would say, he needs to get Harry on side. You do that by showing that you care. So you go over-board punishing the known bullies and enemies:

Whilst being nice to Harry’s friends (Neville with the book). He could have deliberately orchestrated the Unforgiveable curses lesson, in the attempt to traumatise Neville so that he could then be the Hero and be seen looking after him by Harry. Then you use the friend as a means to ensure that Harry is able to get through the second challenge, by setting him on the path of plants. Ergo, you complete you mission and your year long con. You got Potter to the graveyard, to the Dark Lord - you’re the best little psychopath and nobody suspected you the entire time. 

BUT. He was nice. He was caring. He was tender with Neville. 

And if you remember, psychopaths also have a tendency to have a Lack of realistic long term goals, and have behaviours that display Carefree Nonplanfulness and Coldheartedness. Getting Harry to the cup had to be a sure-fire thing. The plan had to be solid. It is my belief that Moody Crouch had a plan in place for every trial, but I do not believe he was the puppeteer pulling the strings. The aforementioned plan has too many if’s and but’s. Too much causality. Too much left up to circumstance. I think if Neville hadn’t done something, then Moody Crouch would have, but it was never the intention for Neville to be his tool - just a happy accident. 

While he can be ascribed to portray some true psychopathic behaviours, I don’t believe that Barty Crouch Jnr was a psychopath. I think he was just rebelling in a really hard way from his Stiff, Loveless Father. Because this moment of caring, was a product of guilt. This was where Moody Crouch’s moral compass kicked in and he began to mentor Neville throughout fourth year (like a father) thus inadvertently setting Neville on a path to defeat Voldy-bollocks. 

Thus the paradox: the best teacher Neville Longbottom ever had was a Death Eater. 

And that just fucks me up. 

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[little-ideas]

Kiss Booth

Ahhhh thank you for your patience! Sorry it took so long > < I surprisingly struggled with some of the characters, but I managed to get them all! ^^; Except for Malleus, the others can be considered known/crushing on MC after their overblot incidents since that’s when they’re on better terms with MC :3

I hope you don’t mind I slightly tweaked the request (Grim mostly runs the booth) > < I know I had a reason when I first started generating HCs upon getting the request, but I honestly can’t remember it now ;A;

Anyway, the Twst boys are fun to think of. Hope you enjoy!!!!

The idea’s submitted and the dorm leaders approve at their meeting because they don’t actually think it’ll come to pass and Ramshackle is just so pitiable 

The justifications for the submission were:

Low budget & members so not many options to choose from

Of the potential 2-5 members counted (if the ghosts help out), 1 is completely useless at magic

The setup would not take long or be resource intensive and, given that Crowley has roped the MC-Grim duo into performing tasks for him seemingly before every event, they would likely have to abandon their dorm’s activity anyway

Nobody actually thought it would come to pass

Rumors are circulating about Ramshackle Dorm’s kissing booth, but it’s not until ~2 days before the festival when everyone realizes it will probably actually happen

MC’s planning on and convinces Grim to be the main star/attendant with the promise of extra-premium tuna

Because Grim’s an animal and people like animals/think they’re cute, right? But nobody seems to know this part in the rumors

Leona

Buys out the entire booth

Look, just because he knows the truth doesn't mean he's happy about it

Is not against underhanded methods to put a stop to it

Ramshackle’s materials just so happen to disappear on a windy day and poor MC has to wear goggles to shield their eyes because dirt keeps getting in to them whenever the wind blows

Should MC continue on with the booth though, will engage MC in conversation and somehow end up steering them away from their station (quite possibly with the aid of Ruggie) and lead them to Savanaclaw’s exhibition instead showoff

Ruggie

Tries to convince MC to ditch the idea and help out Savanaclaw instead

“Leona won’t mind” Ruggie you’re a fucking liar

Besides Floyd, is probably the most visibly concerned

He doesn't know Grim will be running the booth after all

Redirects his anxieties into setting up Savanaclaw's exhibit and nagging Leona

Leona's not stupid, and will either tell Ruggie about Grim himself, or set something up so Ruggie can discover the truth

Once he knows the truth, Ruggie will be a lot more mischievous about the situation

Teases MC

Might encourage the rumor or spread some new ones

Understands how it is to lack money, so may try to help MC set prices that'll make them profit

If MC accepts his help, will joke about a kiss for payment, but is actually hoping they'll give him one

Leona would lead on the day of the festival, so Ruggie would try to slip away and check on MC

If anyone tries to get too close or insist that MC kiss them, Ruggie will use his unique magic to get them to go away

If he must attend/help with his own dorm, would encourage Jack to helps protect MC since they're already friends and it wouldn’t be too out of place

Disguises his concern by telling Jack he heard about some trouble that people are planning for Ramshackle Dorm

Only Leona knows the truth

Azul

Offered MC a job working at Mostro Lounge early on, but MC declined

Wants to extend the offer again, but doesn’t want to bring up questions of why

Able to get other rumors/information circulating about how the booth is an extension of Mostro Lounge and is only accessible after a certain number of points are reached

Will make sure the numbers are impossible to reach OR just have the service get slower to those who are getting closer to the number

But will be done under the excuse of just being so busy that it isn’t questioned (Azul’s got a silver tongue after all)

Does not let this information reach Grim or MC

Asks one of the Tweels or strikes a deal with one of MC’s friends to watch over the booth just in case

OR

Depending on the time of year, might try to convince MC to lend Ramshackle dorm grounds as an outdoor seating area

“We’re thinking of trialing a mobile cart version of Monstro Lounge during the festival”

Promises a percentage of earnings as a sort of “rent”

Will be very pleased if MC decides to help out instead of hosting the kissing booth, but if MC is set on holding the kissing booth, will keep an eye on them

Though he’ll claim that he’s present at Ramshackle dorm instead of Mostro Lounge because he wants to personally observe the Mobile express experiment himself

Jade

Shady Twin

Convinces MC to accompany him around the festival or help out at Mostro Lounge

Grim can manage the booth just fine

Will slip Grim a Look™ and an extra can of tuna because he’s trying to get MC away from the booth ASAP -less time there = less time for people to possibly request them

Though he knows no one will approach the booth with him there, he does want to allow MC to get some funds for Ramshackle

Should anyone approach the booth but turn away after realizing only Grim is available for kisses, he’ll casually “ encourage” them to rethink

Floyd

Shady Twin 2.0

Let’s be real no one’s going to try to get close with Floyd hanging around

He knows this and showed up at the very beginning

If he was being forced to work at Mostro Lounge instead and couldn’t be at the booth at opening, will be in a Mood until Azul lets him go

Teases his beloved Shrimpy and asked for a kiss 

Will be surprised if they actually give him one

Only agrees to leave if they come with him to get takoyaki/go around the school

Ace

Tries to spend the night prior at Ramshackle dorm so he can guarantee his being the first one at the booth, but Riddle is furious and sends Deuce and Cater to get him -all members are needed to help set up their own attraction after all

Because of this, finds out that Grim will be the forefront of the booth and relaxes

When he gets to visit the booth “just checking up on you, MC” will act coy and cocky, but if MC rolls with it and doesn’t get flustered, instead offering/ teasing him about a kiss from them, he’ll blush and momentarily trip over his words

Gets a kick out of all the disappointed reactions from those who thought they could get a kiss from MC

If anyone leaves the booth because it’s Grim, not MC that they’d kiss, he’d tease them and put them on the spot, causing their pride/stubbornness to go through with the kiss booth

Malleus

Visits to see the gargoyles

Honestly probably depends on if MC knows who he is or not

Going to assume MC doesn't know yet

Was forgotten to be included at the meeting once again so completely missed on hearing about MC's idea, though Diasomnia is still participating

May hear rumor due to Lilia or just the general excitement about it

Probably a little hurt by it, but the human can choose what they wish to do

Runs into MC one night during his walks and MC asks if he'll be participating

MC invites him to stop by their booth, but gets called back inside by Grim or a noise from the dorm before Malleus can decline

Their "Looking forward to seeing you, Tsunotarou!" really gets to him and he figures he must now show up just for them

Ends up visiting close to the end of the event so he doesn't harm their sales, but wanted to arrive earlier

Relieved when he sees that it's just Grim giving out kisses and MC is just recruiting

When a couple of students see him, they run away screaming, causing MC to turn and see what all the commotion was over

MC still hasn't/doesn't put together that he's Malleus and greets him with a smile despite him scaring away business

Malleus ends up paying several people's portions as apology and should MC give him a kiss as thanks, he'll be happy and lightly blush

Just hope Sebek isn't nearby to see

Malleus has some emotional exploring to do after this

[yamithediaperdork]

Draco’s New Daddy (Harry Potter)

From one of the great pure blood families and with a brilliant future ahead of him, Draco Malfoy these days was living a very much different life then he had even planned on. unable to land a job at the ministry of magic due to well, everything his family had done under he who should not be named, Draco found himself working odd jobs until the day he'd happened to run into a old classmate from Hogwarts: Miles Bletchley. Miles was apparently doing well from the fine clothes he was wearing compared to the blue jeans and formally white t-shirt but now mostly gray that Draco was wearing. He'd invited Draco out to lunch, and after assuring him he'd cover the bill, they had gone off and talked for hours.

As it turned out Miles was a gent of sorts for special young men who had certain..looks..and got them one night 'jobs' so to speak that payed well and of course took a modest percentage of the money as he wasn't doing this for fun. Draco knew how to read between the lines and blushed at the offer that was being made. "Listen Draco, with your looks, your frame and honestly..well..how some people feel about your family, I can promise you a lot of money for 1 to 2 works work at a time. And lots of clients." Miles said, chugging a butter beer. Draco was drinking something a little stronger and his bale cheeks were flushed, though from the offer or the wine it was hard to say. They had a private booth and Miles had cast a spell to give them further privacy, though he'd stressed what he was doing wasn't strictly illegal, it was gray area and best not to draw attention to it either way. "let's not beat around the bush Miles, you want me to be a prostitute." Draco said. "In a way yes, though in others no. I promise you'll never have to have sex with anyone who hires you unless you want to." Miles said. "..So loads of cash, and not getting my ass plowed..what's the catch?" Draco asked, raising a eyebrow and having more then a few doubts. "the catch is that each of my boys plays out one role for the lonely wizards of the world. One boy plays the part of a human dog,anther a sissy girlfriend, anther a maid and so on and so on. Any sex is to be agreed upon by both parties and I have my own branch of well..enforcers shall we say..who deal with clients who break that agreement." Miles said. "Bloody hell.." Draco said, shaking his head. "And what role would you have ME play then?" he was pulling his glass to his lips and started to take a sip when Miles told him. "A nappy boy." Draco spit out his drink and looked at his old school friend in disbelief.

And yet he'd ended up taking the job. Miles was true to his word that Draco never once found himself sucking dick or taking it up the ass, though he'd been forced to smog with more then a few men. And it was mostly men who hired him. people who loved seeing the pure blood in massive cloth nappies and a baby bonnet sitting on the floor and shaking a rattle. the fact that even after a year of doing this job he could still blush so bad while doing it only endeared him to his daddies and mommies. And Miles had been telling the truth at JUST how many clients he had. If Draco had so wanted he could of worked every days of the week for a month and still of had at least 2 clients a day. The only horrible part of the job (well aside from the general shame) was having to make BM's in his nappies. Oh how people loved to bounce him in a smelly nappy on their laps with a fat dummy in his mouth and chuckle as the tears rolled down his cheeks. Still it wouldn't be too much longer Draco figured before he could retire. he wasn't blowing though his money this time like he had before and was careful to save even coin he could, only treating himself to luxury items once a month. (In fact, he was so good with his money Miles had Draco speak with other of the working boys about how to better manage their finances!) He'd been relaxing in his modest flat and reading the paper when a Owl had arrived from Miles, telling him of a urgent client who was willing to pay triple the normal fee for a session with the nappy lad tonight, despite Draco having made it clear he was taking a few days off to treat a embarrassing little problem. His diaper rash. Miles note made it clear that it was up to Draco, but he strongly urged him to accept. apparently this client had used other boys and wanted to try something new and some vague threats had been made about dropping the service altogether. "Shit. Guess it's time for me to be the company man." Draco muttered and sent a message off saying he'd take the job, and asked for the location of tonight's 'daddy' Apparently Miles had figured Draco would do that because just as he sent his owl off, anther one appeared with the info he asked for. wondering just how well his agent knew him Draco went and packed up his work bag and headed out the door.

His work bag was a black duffel bag, filled with Nappies and plastic pants (and Panties) in his size. not that he wouldn't of minded if his clients supplied for him but some just went all cheap and others went over the top and expected him to go halves with him on it. if he brought his own supplies it just worked out better. He had some t-shirt and bibs in there, along with his selection of dummies and a bonnet, and most embarrassingly to him, a dress. It'd been a give from the first mommy he'd had and he'd promised to keep it even though he hated  the thing. Still, you never know when someone else might want him in a dress and this one again fit him to a t. One of his recurring daddies had tried to get him a proper diaper bag but Draco had drawn the line there since he had to think of how that would look walking to and from his daddies or mommies places. The Hotel where the big shot daddy was staying wasn't far from Draco's place so he walked, it was late enough out that not too many people were on the streets unless they were outside of a pub having a smoke. 'The wacky duck..some people shouldn't be allowed to name things.' Draco thought with a smirk, reading the sign. it wasn't a high class hotel which was good because it meant not having to fuss too much with the front desk, nor did it look like a cheap and easy place which meant a lot Friday night party animals around to make it risky. walking in he did go to the front desk and a young lady was behind it and smiled at him. "Excuse me miss, I'm looking for room 201?" He asked in a polite tone. She gave him a huge smile and giggled a little, making him a little nervous. "Ohhh one of his boys huh? second floor, right next to the lift." She said with a wink then asked. "So what's YOUR gimmick?~" "...Not to be rude but I don't believe thats any of your business. Thanks for the directions." Draco said, face turning reds he turned and walked fast for the lift, he chuckles ringing in his ears. getting off on the second floor, room 201 was right where she'd said it was and he made his way over and knocked on the door. five fast knocks and then three knocks with a space of 3 seconds between them just as the note had said to. He could hear movement in the room and tried to banish all thoughts of discomfort away and focus on being a good boy for his daddy. 'your a little nappy boy. your a little nappy boy..' He chanted in his head, and put a big grin on his face that vanished as the door was opened up. "Draco? what are you doing here? I'm expecting..company.." Harry mother fucking potter said, going from looking confused to smiling. "I..I think there's..been..a mistake." Draco squeaked out. of all the people in the world he LEAST wanted to know about this job, Harry potter was number one, with Hermione at 2 and Ron at three. "oh I don't think so little man." Potter said, looking totally delighted. "Thought I wish Miles would of told me YOU were going to be my little nappy boy. I'd of doubled my offer. Now, are you going to come in like a good boy or does daddy need to spank?" as Harry spoke he moved to the side and gestured for Draco to come in. The mental image of him over Potter lap and the phantom pain of it made a hand go to Draco's back side and he sprinted into the room and Harry closed the door behind him. "Good Boy."

Draco looked around the room, it was at least decently furbished and even had a muggle telle on a night stand and then turned his attention to potter. the 3 years since high school had been more then kind to harry who was tall, broad shouldered and handsome while Draco could of passed for a 11th grader after shaving. "I'm going to set a timer once our session starts.I've paid for two hours and I intend to get every last second." Harry said then walked over and sat on the large bed, and patted next to him for Draco to sit. The blond nodded slowly and walked over. "Look, I know this must be a bit of a shock to you finding out you'll be getting babied by me, but to be fair it's not like I ever thought you were into anything like this." Harry said, giving a warm smile. "I ..I um..See..Miles just offered me the job..and..I rolled with it..I-I thought you were married to Ron's little sister though? so what are yo-" "Doing playing around with a bunch of fetish bitches? Me and Ginny have a understanding, I can play with them but no sex and then she doesn't have to bark like a dog or wear nappies." Harry laughed. Draco nodded, that kinda made sense. "Um..I..I don't know if I feel comfortable with you..seeing me in.." Draco mewed softly. "Draco I thought we settled this. I paid for this,so you ARE going to be my stinky little nappy boy. I wasn't Joking about spanking you if I-" Whatever Harry was going to say was cut off as a pot of fear escaped from Draco's  backside, making him shut his eyes and bury his face in his hands mortified. "heh, seems like you're more of a little boy then you thought if just the threat of a spanking can motivate you that much." Harry chuckled and then pulled Draco in for a one armed hug. "Not a little guy all the time." Draco whined, and KNEW how bad it sounded. "it's just a job!" "Mhmmm I'm sure. Well since it's just a job let's get started. I was told you'd bring you're own supplies?" Harry said, clearly not believing a word Draco said, and making him give a huff and a pout. Which really, wasn't helping his case. Draco got  up off the bed and stormed over to his duffel bag and picked it up, bringing it over and dumping out it's contents. "See? only a professional would have THIS much of a selection to make for his customer!" he said, then the color drained from his face as Harry picked up the dress. "Heh, do i wanna ask?" Harry asked, holding it up. "..I'd prefer you not." Draco said in a small voice. "oh and plastic panties too~ How adorable! Sorry though Draco, I'm more into diaper BOYS. Maybe next time though." Harry said and winked and Draco found himself wishing he could melt into the floor. "T-That's ok." he mewed weakly. Harry chuckled and looking over the odds and ends made his choice. "Alright, I'm going to start the timer. any more attuide and it'll be you over my lap little man. Understand." Harry said, reaching for a timer that was on his nightstand. "Yes Daddy."

Now on the clock Draco waited for his first order from Harry. "Alright now little man, first things first, I think it's time you lost those silly big boy clothes. lord knows HOW you've kept your pants dry this long but I'm not losing from my damage despot when you tinkle all over the floor just because you wanted to play pretend and act like a big kid." Harry said. Draco nodded and slid his green t-shirt off first, then his blue jeans leaving him in a pair of blue briefs, though he paused for a moment to kick his pants and shirt away from him. "Awww, cute briefs, though too bad there's no print on them." Harry commented. "Lose' em." Draco bite his touage, Harry wasn't the first person to think he'd be adorable in animal prints or worse and he doubted he'd be the last, still it was a sore spot for him so he turned away as he slid the undies off to semi moon his 'daddy' and it was only with a stab of pain hit his cheeks he recalled about his diaper rash. "Ohhh I see why somebodies been a grumpy Gus! Poor widdle Draco has diapie rash!" harry said, sounding sympathetic but as Draco looked over his shoulder Harry was smiling ear to ear. "Is somebody not using enough nappy cream? or just sitting in his poopie nappies for ages because he likes the feeling?" "I..I do not! I just..I.." Draco fumed and went to go on a mini fit but BARELY caught himself before he'd earn a spanking. clenching his teeth he hissed though them. "My last client likes boys getting nappy rashes and didn't let me use power or cream if you MUST know daddy." "aww, don't worry! I'll use lots." Harry sand and then took 4 of the thickest terry cloth diapers Draco had and laid them out on a changing pad that was where a small rug had been. "wasn't there a rug there? what happened to it?" Draco asked, pointing and confused. "..Draco come on, we're wizards. what do you THINK happened?" "Oh..yeah.." feeling sheepish and covering his front with his hands Draco made his way over. (it wasn't that he didn't think harry wasn't gonna see them anyways, but LOTS of clients liked the all fake modesty bit.) "Lay on your tummy first so daddy can take care of your poor cheeks buddy and move your hands silly boy." harry said, taking a jar of rash cream from the pile and opening it. "Oh, the extra baby powder scent brand. very nice." "I..it's..what the customers like." Draco squeaked out, moving his hands and letting his 6 inches show though like a good boy he was bald down there. "Huh. that's cute." Harry commented seeing the larger then normal cock and Draco paused as Harry stared. "heh, just because I wear diapers for a living doesn't mean I'm tiny!" Draco said with a hint of pride. "And I'd agree except I know a enlargement charm when I see one." Harry said and snatched his wand up and in one swift motion, Draco's 6 inches because 1 and a half. "H-HEY! YOU CAN'T JUST" Draco yelped up, eyes having gone from wide in horror to filled with fury. "You know how much that bleeding cost to get done so it would stick around!?!" "Draco, one warning. attuide dropped or over my knee and a slipper on your buns." Harry said then added. "I'll give you a little extra to pay for your next charm." Draco clenched his fists but then took a deep breath, reminding himself he was a professional damn it then in a calm voice replied. "I can technicality end the session now potter..your not allowed to use magic on me without my consent. But I'll take you up on your offer." with that he laid himself down on the mat, with his buns up and turned away from harry. "of course admit it. you want someone to treat your owie bum." Harry said and then started to coat the cream on the boys back side. Having found his favorite black and green dummy on the mat, Draco just popped it into his mouth, not dignifying potter with a answer.

His bottom coated with cream and powdered, and then his front looked after too, Draco had to admit Harry had done a better job then he could of on his own and it was feeling much better as Harry pinned the thick nappies shut on him. Picking up a pair of clear rubber pants Harry smiled down at Draco. Lift your legs please little one." Draco suckled on his dummy and nodded, helping daddy slide them over his feet and ankles and then lifting up his bum without being told so daddy could get them part way up over the diapies. "Hmm, mighta gone too thick..or we just need to use a little gravity." Harry said. Before Draco could go to ask what he meant by that, Harry had lifted him up and was holding him up by the rubber pants. not wanting to fall backwards as harry semi bounced him, Draco whined behind his dummy and leaned forward, semi hugging Harry as he got the rubber pants over the diapers. "awww, I love you too~" Harry chuckled and standing Draco on his feet, kissed his cheek bringing a fresh blush to the blonds face. the dummy fell from Draco's mouth and while Harry caught it Draco started up again. "I-I don't, that's not! Look I just didn't wan-" Draco started to whine when the dummy was popped back in his mouth and despite himself he started to suckle on it again. "you don't have to be bashful with me little man. Lots of your fellow workers have started to swoon over me." Harry said. Draco huffed and glared, but kept the dummy in his mouth.

Harry smirked, Draco was just TOO perfect like this and such a fussy baby he hadn't even noticed that the dummy had been enchanted with a little charm used by parents who's infants/toddler were backed up but refused to take their medicine. the more Draco suckled the stronger the charm would get and with how huffy he was and the rapid suckling he was doing.. "what down you come take a seat on daddies lap and let him fondle that big fat nappy butt of yours?" Harry said and Draco squirmed like crazy but let himself be lead over. He was a little disappointed he hadn't had a chance to spank the little guys behind, he'd  gotten a pair of slippers JUST for that, but then again the little guy had nappy rash. 'once it clears up though..' Harry thought with a grin. there was no way this was gonna be a one time thing,that was for sure. Sitting on the bed and Draco on his lap side saddle style, Harry smirked as the big baby (oh sorry, professional) put his armed around Harry's neck and leaned in with his head on Harry chest/shoulder 'God, who's falling for who here?' Harry wondered, a flush coming to his own face. "You know you really are too cute. I was going to make my nappy lad crawl around and humiliate himself, but with you, I'll just read you a story. would baby Draco like that?" harry asked. Draco nodded and smiled a little behind his dummy. "There's just Onnne little thing..you have to keep your dummy in. otherwise I'll have you making a got out of yourself. got it?" Harry added. again Draco nodded and Harry poofed a nursery book out of thin air and started to read.

Draco squirmed slightly as he sat in daddies lap. this was..well..alot nice then his normal clients treated him and he did indeed find himself maybe kinda slightly crushing on Harry, and it was giving him butterflies or something in his tummy. He closed his eyes and suckled on his dummy, listening to Harry read and enjoying the hand that kept patting on his Nappied behind. "-and then the big bad wolf..Heh, Still awake little one?" Came daddies voice and Draco opened his eyes and nodded, giving a smile from behind his dummy. "Just checking. If you wanna go for a little nap I can pause the timer, just let me know." Harry said then leaned down and kissed Draco's forehead. Draco squirmed, the idea f just going for a nap and then waking up to be babied more suddenly felt really tempting! Still it was better to get the job done and maybe just kinda hint he'd be open to a longer session next time. He wasn't even sure how much time was left, just that daddy had been reading to him and he'd gone into a total little state he wasn't used to. "You ready for me to go back t-" Harry started to say but then he was cut off as a loud but muffled poot escaped out Draco's behind, and warmed up Harry's hand. "oh, Is somebody about to make presents like a good boy?" harry asked. Thankfully the nappies cut down on the smell but Draco whined, something he'd eaten was NOT agreeing with him because that fart had been rancid! he reached up and removed his dummy and looked at Harry with a sheepish smile. "Uh..sorry,know that stinks I don-" He started to say but anther poot forced it's way out with gusto, almost hurting and harry laughed. "I think that answers if somebodies gonna make BM for daddy." he said then wrinkled his nose. "About time too from the smell of things little guy." "I-I swear I used the potty earlier today! I don't know why i-it's guhhh!" Draco cried out as a super wet fart erupted and he mewed. "M-Maybe we should reschedule this..this is gonna be toxic!" "oh no, it's ok, I don't mind a stinky boy. and I paid to have the whole floor to myself so no ones gonna complain." Harry chuckled and shifted Draco on his lap. Now instead of sitting side saddle he was back to Harry's front and his bum on Harry's right leg, with Harry holding his arms and kissing the back of his neck. Draco..wasn't exactly how he felt about al of this, normally he would of charged extra for the neck kisses but daddy was kissing and nibbling just in the right places. "oh! Oh!! Daddy!" Draco mewed like a little needy boy..no. a little needy BABY. "Be a good boy for daddy baby Draco, Make me a nice BIG present." Harry coo'ed into Draco's ear. Be a good boy. Jesus. just the words were driving Draco wild and his little nub was twitching as the command took hold and he started to grunt and push. "Y-Yesh daddy! I'll be a good boy! da bestest boy!" Draco cried out. His rosebud opened wide and muck rapidly poured out, filling up the seat of the nappies so fast that Draco also seemed to get taller! as the filth filled the diaper and the smell filled the room, Draco drooled and moaned as Harry went back to assaulting his neck with kisses. "Good boy Draco! Such a good big stinky boy!" Harry coo'ed. Draco mewed happily and kicked his legs, not even minding the smell or feel and only semi lifted himself up for a few to keep going and gasped as the muck started to fill the front of his nappy, coating his cock and balls. "Oh! Oh! Daddy i wuv you! I wuv going popie fer you!" Draco baby babbled on and as even as he farted and kept going. Harry chuckled and lifted the big baby up and turned him around, but still on his knee. "And I love you. now you almost done?" Harry asked. "Uhh.." Draco looked unsure and make a scrunchie face that had Harry biting his bottom lip and there was a few sputtering farts then nothing. "I fink so." "Good, who wants to play horise?" Harry asked with a loving smile. "Oh but da-da..dat'll make my BM go all over mah nappies." Draco said, biting his lip now. the sensation of being picked up and sat in his mess had been well..wonderful! "Don't worry about it. That's daddies job to worry about those things." Harry said and then kissed Draco on the lips, deep and hard and the little professionals mind and self control was gone as the kiss broke off. "So..Horise?" "hehehe ya ya! Horise daddy!" Harry smirked and getting Draco to hold onto his shoulder and putting his hands on the big babies sides, started to bounce him with his knee. gently at first but then picking up more and more speed as he went on. the smushing of the mess was having it's effect as Draco gasped and moaned and leaned forehead, face in Harry's chest as he was getting closer and closer to making a sticky in his diapers. it went without saying that he had flooded them though he couldn't be sure when and god he was just..so..close.. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! the ride stopped and Draco was trying to figure out what had happened and what was that noise, as daddy sat him on the bed. "Looks like our time is up buddy. But this was VERY fun. we should do it again sometime." Harry said., turning off the timer and kissing Draco's cheek. "Buh..buh..I was bot ta." Draco mewed and whimpered. "I know buddy, but like you said, your a professional. If you're free tomorrow night I would LOVE to book anther session." Harry said, chuckling at the look on the blonds face. "I..But..I.." Draco's mind was frazzled, and he was finding it hard to even think. "I put some extra gold in your diaper bag for you little guy.to cover you're penis enlargement charm. though i think a little cock looks better." Harry said, sweeping the baby stuff back in the duffel bag and handing it over to Draco. The blond was just so out of it, wanting more, so horny he barely realized he was being ushered out the door with his pleas of five more minutes ignored. A final pat on the butt and a kiss on the cheek and Draco was out in the hall and numbly made his way to the lift, thinking about how good being with potter had felt and how amazing he was. It wasn't till she stepped out onto the first floor and started to make his way into the lobby and heard a snort then lots of laughter he realized he'd forgotten to change back, and was still in just his soiled nappy and socks. "So I guess THAT'S your gimmick huh?" the clerk asked. "I..I..I'll be right ba-" Draco started to say but was cut off. "Ohhh Sorry. Mr.Potter has made it clear once one of his guest is back in the lobby, they're not to be allowed back into his room. Sorry sweetie, you'll have to go home like that." The clerk said, though her tone made it clear she was far more delighted then sorry. Whining loudly though happy that he kept his flat key in his duffel ba, the big stinky baby started the normally short but tonight long walk home.

the end

[prorevenge]

Stingy, narcissistic boss negs and skimps on employees, so I damage his ego with some a-hole tax.

Let's call my asshole boss Eugene, since his stinginess reminds me of Eugene Krabs from SpongeBob Squarepants, except Krabs is nowhere near malicious. In order to display the full satisfaction of this revenge, I will have to describe a few (but not limited) things Eugene did that entitles him to being a complete jackass.

For the context, Eugene owns a small company that provides artistic services of some sort and never hired full-timers (which I later learnt that it was due to his stinginess). Initially, when I saw the open part-time position, I thought it was ideal for me as I had external commitments, and needed some sort of income. The job offers about 550USD per month (I don’t live in the US, this is a rough conversion), but only required me to clock in about 90 hours a month. It wasn’t a very good offer, but good enough for me as I considered myself to be inexperienced in field. Note that Eugene had seen my portfolio and knew my ability level before hiring me.

The first couple of months was fine, I worked the hours I was supposed to and got paid accordingly, occasionally extending my shift at my own time due to the nature of the work, but I didn’t mind. I guess Eugene saw this as an advantage he could exploit later on during my employment. It is also important to note that Eugene would often ask about my well-being, how did I spent my weekends etc. At this point in time, it all seemed like courtesy talk so I didn’t pay much attention to it. He would ask about my previous employment and my reason for leaving, which I answered honestly that their work system was unsuitable for me. This will be important later.

Eugene gradually began to grow more impatient towards me, often blaming me for not being able to match up to his ability. Remember when I was inexperienced thus the payrate? Eugene had over a decade of experience in this expertise and he expected me to be at his level when I was only 3 months in. The stress was intense and I began working longer hours just to keep up and produce work at the best quality I could. I was under the belief that if I worked hard enough, my effort will speak. Even though this was only a part-time position, I overcommitted my time there and took pride in my work. My external commitments were barely scraping by. I was exhausted, but thought I was doing a good job until Eugene “spoke” to me one day.

Eugene pulled me into his office and lectured me on my work etiquette, saying that I wasn’t putting enough effort he was considering letting me go. At this point, I was beyond confused. Did he really not see the effort I put in? Was I delusional in thinking that I was actually doing well and my work had been improving? I tried speaking up but he quickly diverted the topic, telling me he knew the reason why my previous employer hated me. It was because I was lazy and fussy with my job. To say I was in disbelief was an understatement. Not only did I believe I did my best with every task handled to me, Eugene had registered my flaws during casual conversations and twisted my words to his advantage. I had no idea how to react and simply ask him what expected of me. He instantly replied that he would like me to double my hours working for him, at the same monthly payrate. His reasons? It’s my fault that I am not experienced enough to produce quality work, thus it should be under my own responsibility and time to make up for it. My external commitments didn’t matter, he said, as this job was my only source of income and should be kept as priority. It finally dawned to me that Eugene was a narcissistic sociopath who was only held conversations so that he could learn a person’s weaknesses for his manipulation.

Now, if you read my title, you will see that Eugene was not only a narc but also stingy af. Eugene is obsessed with maximising his profits. Any business owner would love that, I agree, but Eugene is down to every cent in immoral and even possibly, illegal ways. He would sell a service to a client, and upon receiving the deposit, deliver something else. He was smart enough to keep his contracts vague (for both clients AND employees) so that nobody could not take legal actions against him. More than often, his clients would be left to wits’ end as it would be too late and expensive to engage another vendor by the time they realised they had been scammed. Eugene would then demanded another set of payment to deliver what he had originally promised, overcharging the client an average of 100% to 200% more that what was agreed. Eventually realising that they’d been played, most people would be too exhausted to pursue further action and prayed for the project to be over so they didn’t have to deal with his antics anymore. This inaction probably fed Eugene’s ego that he could get away playing dirty every time. There are many more things I would like to rant about Eugene, but this is prorevenge sub, not recruitinghell so most of you would like to get to the good stuff soon.

So in my country, employers are required to pay a certain amount of tax for every local employee they hire. While it is not exactly tax, it is obligated by law and negligence will result in a hefty fine and possibly jail time. These “taxes” are technically contributions for the employee’s retirement funds, which is payable by every employer. Employer can deduct a certain percentage of the contributions from the employee’s wages. This law has its own complications since there are a certain group of people exempted from it, such as students or interns. Now, Eugene is the classic example of narc who thinks that he is smarter than everyone else. He felt that he was smart enough to evade the law by drafting a contract with vague details to protect himself, and was deluded enough to believe that everyone would believe him as long as he sounded convincing. In other words, he thought of people as sacks of potatoes with no opinion of their own. If anyone was to have a perspective, it had to be his way or the wrong way.

I stayed in Eugene’s company for about 4 months, before I felt too mentally overwhelmed. On the day that I left, I called in to check on my Contribution account and just as I had expected, Eugene hadn’t paid a single cent over the past 4 months. The officer on the other end of the line asked if I would like to report this as a case, guess my answer.

A week later, I received an update from the Contribution Board, saying that Eugene had disputed my case, claiming that I was only an intern and thus, exempted from the law. This jerk was playing dirty as a last attempt to steal from me. As I had mentioned, Eugene thought of himself as a smart man, and probably felt that the officer would rule the case in his favor since he had world-class convincing skills and his vague “contract” would have protected him either way. Fine, Eugene. So you think you can get away just like any other time. You must have gotten pretty confident by now. Well, not this time, Eugene. I wrote a 2 pages long email to the Contribution Board Officer, with every reason and evidence I can find on how am I not an intern, like Eugene claimed. Knowing his antics, I went the extra mile to research all the exempted group and wrote every possible reason on how am I NOT in the category. Excessive? Yes. Worth it? HELL YES.

I didn’t hear from the Officer for 2 weeks and when I finally did, he informed me that Eugene had agreed to pay my contributions. Remember when I said employers are permitted to deduct a certain percentage from employee’s wages? Due to his negligence, Eugene could no longer do that and had to pay the full amount, on top of the fines that incurred along with it. If he had dutifully abide by the law, it would had only costed him a third of what he had to pay. So that’s a bit of asshole tax for you, Eugene. Now that I’ve gotten back what I was owed, I have decided to move on, but the story did not end there.

A ex-colleague of mine, NJ, who is still working for Eugene told me that during the 2 weeks I didn’t hear from the Officer, Eugene was busy fighting for his stand by giving every reason that I an exempted individual. The officer, having seen my email, soon got tired of his nonsense and gave him a deadline to pay up or he’ll be brought to court. NJ said he had never seen Eugene so defeated before. To top it off, it seemed like karma had finally caught up to him as he started losing more and more clients due to his unethical practices. The fine came to him when he had no clients that month so it was a very obvious dent in his bank account. Ultimately, it was not a huge amount, but knowing Eugene’s stinginess and ego, I think the damage was enough to qualify for this sub.

(source) story by (/u/anonymous_bun)

[ruffiorocks]

Long post on people's misconceptions about Lena.

Sooo I'm reading a pretty good fic on AO3 but some of the comments people leave are just as bad as the stuff posted on here, Twitter and Instagram. It's mostly people hating on Lena, but they are so hypocritical about it and they make stuff up. I'm honestly convinced that half of them didn't watch the show and only go off of what haters have said happened. Either that or they have regurgitated the same nonsense for so long they have convinced themselves it actually happened.

1. Lena did NOT steal Harun El! Please go back and watch the show, listen to the dialogue and try and watch it without instantly waiting for Lena to be bad. I saw a comment that said that Alura requested all the Harun El back after they defeated Reign. Yeah, whoever commented that didn't watch the show. Kara and Mon El were given a small percentage of Harun El, it was used against Reign. Lena then MADE more Harun El. She figured out how to do something an advanced society of alien scientists weren't able to do. RAO the bloody witches were able to create Reign but not Harun El?? Anyhoo, Lena then produced enough to keep Argo City functioning for a long time and for good measure she threw in the recipe. Alura did NOT request all of it back because what Argo gave was gone. Alura did state that she was glad none would be left on Earth because they didn't know the extent of what it could do, but she didn't explicitly forbid Lena from making more and there was no law in place saying she couldn't. The same commentor even said Lena should have some kind of galactic authorities on her ass, for what? Creating a substance that will keep an entire planet and it's inhabitants alive and then using some herself? Yes I can see how that is a terrible crime.

2. Lena is fully entitled to feel pissed at Kara for not telling her her secret. All I see is the comments saying that Kara did it to protect her, she can't tell the people she cares about in case they get hurt. Yeah... That excuse only works if other people don't know. But the fact of the matter is EVERYONE but Lena knows. If you go back and watch it all you'll notice that a lot of problems could have been avoided if Lena knew. In fact her not knowing Kara's secret is neither here nor there since she's always in danger anyway. So that excuse is redundant.

3. People are still harping on about the alien detection device. RAO, wasn't that like in her second episode? Kara made the decision to destroy that device and probably millions of dollars and a long times worth of work because she didn't like it. I get why, but she could have just refused to use it. Kara already made it clear she didn't agree with it, anyone who doesn't agree with something would just say the aren't using it on principal. Kara even changed her stance a bit and began to see Lena's point of view at the end of the Episode. Plus if that was still an issue Kara wouldn't still be friends with her 3 years on.

4. Lena is still being called xenophobic and that's a reason Kara shouldn't of told her. oh all that xenophobic behavior of hers. Outside of the alien detection device, something that was addressed in the Episode where is this so called Xenophobic behavior? Do you know what I remember?

. Lena gave Kara the location to the fight club and stated very clearly she had no interest in that sort of entertainment.

. She directly requested help from Supergirl at the Gala and was really happy about a Luthor and Super working together.

.She screamed at her mother not to hurt Supergirl.

. She switched the isotopes saving all of the aliens in National City, including Jonn and Kara from choking to death.

. She helped Kara track down the aliens that were about to be shot into space by Cadmus.

. She helped and developed a bond with a Daxamite queen who convinced her all she wanted to do was get back to her home

. She left the choice to poisen the Daxamites completely in Supergirls hands.

. She saved Supergirls life more than once.

. The moment she found out one of her closest friends was an alien and didn't know it she didn't immediately turn her in out of fear for what would happen to her. She immediately set about trying to help and cure her dear friend.

. She had an anti Kryptonite suit ready to go the moment she was called and told Supergirl needed help.

. She was immediately against Lockwood and his xenophobia. She didn't want her company associated with them and was pissed James was giving them the time of day.

. She created image inducors to protect aliens

. She saved all of Argo City from extinction by manufacturing Harun El.

. She saved Argo City again when she stopped Lex.

So tell me where her xenophobic behavior is? Tell me why Kara couldn't tell her because Lena is apparently against aliens?

5. Lena has no right to be mad at Kara and she should remember all the times Kara has saved her and should be grateful. OK, but that goes both ways, Lena saved Supergirl several times, and at times thought she was protecting Kara. So yeah it wasn't just Kara doing the heroics here.

6. Lena created Kryptonite doesn't she know how much it could hurt Kara? She should have told her! Ok, but you're all convienently forgetting why she made it. She had it to keep Sam contained while she tried to cure her. She didn't tell Supergirl because then she would have had to explain why she had it leading to exposing Sam and given the DEO track record and the fact Sam was Reign I wouldn't have wanted them to know either. Lena didn't think about Supergirl when she made it because Supergirl was never meant to be in contact with it. Why does everyone including Kara forget that this was all for Sam? It wasn't just a Lena and Kara situation. Sam was the important one here, even Kara failed to give much though to her.

7. Lena made anti Kryptonian tech. So we're all just going to convienently forget the power ranger suit? That cell she kept Reign in and the forcefield were once again to keep Reign from killing people and to help Sam. Kara got pissed Lena dared to make something she couldn't see through. Lena even told her she couldn't see through it, it was to keep Reign from knowing what was going on a s it would hurt to use X Ray Vision. So the very first thing Kara does upon being told this is try to look through it.

8. Lena lied about the Kryptonite. Well I would have as well, look at Kara's reaction when she thought Lena only had left over Kryptonite. Imagine walking into a secret government facility and revealing you know and have made the one substance that can hurt their most important asset? Add the Luthor name to that and you're already f**ked regardless of reason. Turns out they needed Lena's expertise in making Kryptonite anyway.

9. Lena and Kara only ever talk about Lena and her issues. Ok this the fault of the writers. But the fact is Lena talking over her issues is what drives her arc forward, we need to know her inner thoughts and circumstances. We already know Kara's, we as the audience know what she's been through, what she's thinking. The fact is Kara can't talk to Lena about her issues because she hasn't told Lena she's Supergirl so what issues would they discuss that are relevant to the plot moving forward?

10. Lena did NOT take advantage of Kara. If you watch it properly, you should notice that it's actually Kara that comes to Lena whenever she needs information or if she needs her to spend millions of dollars to keep her job safe. Lena asked Kara for stuff friends do, like asking her to go and see Jack. Lena didn't abuse her position as Kara's boss, she was actually way more tolerant with both Kara and James than what they deserved. Rightfully she could have (and in James' case) should have sacked them.

11. People say that Lena didn't tell Kara and the others about her experiments so why should Kara tell her about the super secret? Well basically because Lena was directly involved in regards to the super secret. Kara and the DEO actually didn't have any right to know what Lena does at L Corp. The writers glossed over a lot of the process on the Harun El experiments, but that didn't directly concern them. Actually Lena already told the gang at Thanksgiving her ideas and they were immediately shot down without any consideration. But just because they don't approve doesn't mean Lena has to stop, the super friends aren't in charge of Lena and what she does. Let's not forget that James was against it the first time, convienently when he was pissed at Lena, then he was for it when he realized she had nearly figured it out, then against it again when the government got involved. Lena's Harun El experiments weren't actually illegal, she had a government contract. Where Adam is concerned is a moral grey area, but it still isn't anything to do with Kara.

12. Lena's killed people? Lena only shoots people to protect herself or others, same as Alex. Plus Alex, Jonn and Kara have all killed to.

So yeah, don't make stuff up. If you're going to hate on Lena at least let it be for legit reasons and not just ones you've regurgitated from haters on here and convinced yourselves actually happened. Lena isn't perfect, she makes major mistakes but you know who else does? Kara does! Jonn does! They all do.

Lastly fanfiction is someone's version of what happened, they can change it all they want. You don't have to like it, you can say you don't like a direction a character is going in. But dont comment essays on stuff that you think happened in the show and start massive debates about it when it has nothing to do with the fic.

[imcomingtoyounow]

ri

I hate to join in on such controversies(altho i have been following the news since the start) because it is only nothing but drama and i really don’t wish to contribute to all the negativity because tumblr is my safe space and i want it to have nothing but +ve vibes. I have kept mum ever since the whole issue broke out because i did not want to add on to all the negativity that is going around but i get triggered when i see posts dragging ri to filth with a lot of absurd information and as a fan of big bang since 2007 i feel compelled to document my thoughts because trying to stay silent has been incredibly difficult especially since i’ve seen some blogs who have been around for some time all speaking up against ri. I have made a post previously (x) venting my frustrations but I’ve never really stated exactly why so here are personal thoughts:

#1 Ri & Burning Sun  Lemme just start with some facts. Seungri DOES NOT entirely own Burning Sun.

Burning Sun Share Percentage: 

- Cheonwon Industry/Le Meridien (the hotel BS was located) 42%

- Madam Lin 20%

- Lee Moonho (BS CEO) 10%

- Lee Sunghyun (BS CEO, Cheonwon director) 8% (this dude is NOT ri)

- Yuri Holdings 20% (SR owns only 40% of Yuri, so technically SR only owns 8% of BS)

As from the above information, Seungri’s shares come from Yuri Holdings in which he owns 40% of so as stated above he only owns 8% of Burning Sun.  Does he have a say in Burning Sun? Of course. Is his say powerful enough to override all the other shareholders should he decide to stand up and object all the dirty operations of burning sun? Most probably not. 

Here is one whole thread you can read for more information on Ri and Burning Sun

If you ask me, my personal opinion is that Seungri has almost no say in how Burning Sun run their day to day operations and is only part of the shareholder because of his celebrity status. Also, let’s not forget that amidst all his “businessmen life” Seungri is also a kpop idol and he has to prepare for his solo album/concert and other activities YG has scheduled for him and getting involved in day-to-day operations of the club is very unlikely.  Whether Ri knew about the type of operations BS had before he decided to join as a shareholder is unclear. This is where you make the decision yourself.  #2 Hidden Camera Chats  Seungri wasn’t charged for rape.

One of the media reports admitted that they intentionally edited one of the chatroom screenshots so all in all the authenticity of all the hidden camera chats are not confirmed. 

You can read more information regarding the Molka Chats here.

Now here’s where we all take our own personal stands. People are dropping ri because they deem him guilty as a bystander- knowing about it but choosing to not do anything. 

Here’s my personal stand on ri: We don’t know exactly how close ri are with the other celebrities involved exactly. They may be just surface acquaintances who get together for certain things(in this case the chats) but as a fan of Big Bang since 2007, I don’t think ri is rotten from the core.

In fact he has tried to stop them and voiced out his disagreement before. Ultimately he can’t take a knife and point it at their throats. 

Then the judgement comes on ri’s personal choice of friends. Why is he even choosing to be friends with them in the first place? Who knows? Maybe there’re other benefits like them having connections to people who might benefit him in the future? Who really knows. For one I can say I don’t think ri considers them as his “inner circle”. But as to why he is keeping them around, probably only ri himself knows. 

So you make your own choice. There are many ways we can argue morals. But perspective also comes into place, and as easy as it is for us to take a stand as a bystander, when you are the party involved directly, it can sometimes be hard to outright shut down someone you are close to but not really that close to. ykwim?

#3 What Seungri is really charged for 

Prostitution mediation (Christmas party 2015 ONLY. B'day party in Palawan is not included)

Buying sexual service in Dec 2015

Embezzlement (264M won (brand license fee) but including payment for Yoo's Nemo Partners became 530M)

Violation of Food & Sanitation Act (registering Monkey Museum club/bar as restaurant for lower tax)

more info on ri n his charges here

I dont think ri engaging in prostitution services are surprising. Do note that the above mentioned are all consensual. The women knew about it and it was a deal both parties agreed upon. There was no rape involved. The rest of the charges are his personal choices. If he is found guilty for all these charges ultimately, I think he should pay for his wrongdoings but I don’t see why he doesn’t deserve a second chance should he sincerely repent. 

Also if you can check @officialyanghyunsuk‘s post/blog for more info 

Yeah, all in all I guess that’s about it. Typing this post took an hour and it drained all my energy. Like I mentioned I really dislike any negativity and I’m sorry to all the people who come to my blog to have a happy moment of getaway and is subjected to reading this. I guess I just really needed to get this entire issue off my chest once and for all because some accusations of ri that are going around are really so ridiculous and it breaks my heart. 

All I can say is that ri has worked so hard to get to where he is today and just because of this one incident everyone’s kicking him to the gallows and my heart just can’t allow that to happen although I know it’s pointless to try and fight anyone online but I guess this is the best I can do for him. I will still continue to support ri because I feel that this is the time he needs us the most. This is probably the last time I’m ever going to talk about this issue here(unless more news comes out) because it is too energy draining. If you read up till here I just wanna say thanks for taking this time. x

[argayzi]

My “thesis” on why gender roles and sexism kills any little girl’s confidence

28th October 2019 at 7:39 PM

You might have heard this whole speech one too many times but I have to share my experience with toxic masculinity, sexism and gender roles or otherwise I will soon implode (I won’t explode because I’m biologically a woman and will be labeled as hysterical if I express my anger).

First of all, I have to say that this text post will focus on body hair positivity.

I grew up in a fairly religious, heteronormative family. As a little girl, I easily discovered my love for animals and, to be more precise, horses and equestrianism. At only 5 years old, I took my first few riding lessons and from then on I said that my dream is to become a good rider and compete in show jumping. My parents soon told me that that would be impossible and that I should focus on my studies. So I did, I discovered I’m good at languages and as soon as I moved schools and went to do 3rd and 4th grade at what is considered an elite high school, and I focused on studying English and French. I was smart for my age and I took pride in my ability to learn languages pretty fast. But this is where the sexism my parents and my classmates were capable of regarding body hair shattered even the last piece of confidence. I shaved my legs for the first time at only 9 years old.

Why? You may ask. Well, I went to school in short jeans and my classmates started making fun of me, calling me names like “monkey” or “man”. I went home crying and my mum agreed that I should shave because even she thought I looked dirty and ugly with my leg hair. I was 9 years old.

By the time I was 12, I was shaving almost every 2 or 3 days, being in a constant fear of being judge for something so natural. By the time I was 14, I wouldn’t go out without shaving my legs, arms and waxing my moustache. By 15, I was hating myself for growing hair all over my body — not thick, but since I’m a brunette, it was quite visible. By the time I was 16, I refused to go to the pool. I love swimming, but my body hair was ugly and I couldn’t spend hours shaving such a big percentage of my body.

My mum is still telling me to shave. My dad still makes fun even of my arm hair. I don’t even want to get into how they look at me if I “forget” to shave my armpits.

I feel comfortable enough with my body and body hair to not feel bad for not shaving or waxing. I don’t hate it anymore. But it took me more almost 10 years to realize that what others think of my body hair is not worth stressing about.

However, my mother decided that tonight she’d yell at me until I go shower and shave my legs. The conversation went a bit like this:

Her: You should shave.

Me: I don’t want to. I don’t feel the need to shave.

Her: It’s not hygienic.

Me: How is it not? It’s not like I sweat all over my legs. It doesn’t smell and it doesn’t get dirty.

Her: You’re dirty.

Me: No, I’m not. I’m not shaving.

Her: But it’s not what a clean person would choose to do.

Me: Then how comes dad isn’t required to shave? Isn’t he clean?

Her: Yes, but you’re a girl.

“Yes, but you’re a girl”. A phrase I thought would die out by the time I’d be 15, yet it still haunts me to this day, every day, every week of the year. There isn’t a second when my mum would fail to remind me of “my place” in this society. There isn’t a day when my parents wouldn’t make me feel bad for just existing the way I do.

I was 9 years old when I faced bullying because of having a bit of leg hair and because of peer pressure I gave in and shaved my legs. I’m now 18 and I still give in and I go shave while crying because my mum screams at me that I’m dirty. It’s 2019 and people still treat their daughters as products that should be beautifully displayed and look flawless, hairless, ready for lustful eyes of predatory men to rest upon our bodies.

I was 9 when I first shaved. I am 18 and I still shave because of my parents, even if I should be allowed to choose what to do with my body.

I was 9 when I first was concerned with my body image. I am 18 and I still don’t love my body because of my parents and because of this sexist society.

I shouldn’t have heard “but you’re a girl” when I was 9 and I shouldn’t have heard it just now, at 18.

Nobody should.

[nagendras-blog]

The Citizenships Amendment Bill :The hindu rasthra project

The Citizenships amendment Bill 2019 which was passed in both lower and upper house seeks to give citizenship (or fast track the process )to those primarily 6 religion groups Hindu,sikh, Christian,Jain,Parsi, Buddhist who are religiously persecuted minorities belonging to 3 neighbouring country pakistan, Bangladesh, Afghanistan. The act also reduce the residential requirements for these ppl from 11yrs to 6 and cuttoff date has been set at 21 Dec 2014.In short The bill choose to open it’s door to non muslim from 3 countries.

In both its intent and wording they brazenly singled out one community:MUSLIM

Damning part of this act is they carefully avoided “persecuted minorities” from act but in their statement in objection and reasons they say persecuted minorities will be given citizenship. They also relaxed some rules Through notification in 2015 -2016, Home ministry exempted these undocumented migrants from adverse panel consequences (making it lenient) under the passport (entry into india) act 1920 and foreigner act 1948.

If government intention is to give citizenship on humanitarian ground why they choose these 3 country only and Why not the following ppl who are also persecuted on a daily basis?

Ahmadis in Pakistan ,in thier constitution they not even consider muslim many riots killed them, infamously in 2010 where 84 Ahamdis are murdered knows as Lahore massacre.Srilanka Tamil refugee more that 55000 living in tharamangalam district of Tamil nadu who fled becoz of civil wars ,religiously persecuted by Christian/monks.Atheist in Bangladesh.Christian in BhutanRohingyas in myanmar.

CAA balantly discriminates n says we will allow this minorities but not those minorities!!. Countering this in parliament gov says “we only allowing from country who are theocratic in nature and their state religion is muslim”. In doing this they inevidently discrediting other minorities n thier suffering!

Some myths regarding this Act which I point out below

Argument 1:- Amit and modi in his speech says crores of ppl will benefit from this

Fact:- a)Before CAA lapsed in 2017 (since it failed to pass in rajya sabha on time) bill was sent to standing committee . When asked questioned how many will benefit intelligence bureau said quote “there are 31313 (Hindus 25447,sikh 5807, Christian 55, Buddhist 2,Parsi 2 Jain 0) currently living who have been given long term visas on basis of thier claim of religious persecution in Thier respective countries and want indian citizenship” unquote

B) Government of india has yet to formulate law/provision to find out how a person is religiously persecuted and not on economic/political basis.(this is also shows how hastly and without proper discussion the bill was passed).

C) This CAA will not help to even those who are currently persecuted minorities and came after cutoff date 21 December 2014 .

Argument 2:- Hindu population dropped from 23% to 2% this was claimed by many BJP seniors .

Facts:- there is little change in hindu population in Pakistan over the years, rather than systematic decline hindu population fell drastically before and after partition.

In Undivided British India in 1931, 15% hindu population constituted in Pakistan this percentage dropped drastically in 1951 to 1.3% why is that because millions of hindus migrated from Pakistan to indian side.

Hindu population was consistent through the year.

1951 :- 1.3%

1962:- 1.4%

1998 census showed there were 2.1 million hindus living in Pakistan that number grew to 3 million in 2017 census

This migration also explain sudden drop in muslim in indian side of Punjab ….54% muslim lived in indian side of Punjab State in 1941 that number came down 0.8% in 1951 post partition.

Argument 3:- There are 49 muslim majority country and muslim can choose any country but hindus has only 1 .

This is argument is farce if that’s the case why even include Buddhist and Christian ? There are 5 Buddhist majority country and more than 100christian majority country

Modi/shah will fullfill jinnah dream of two nation theory..

Amit Shah in parliament debate accused Congress that it divided India on the basis of religion and he is undoing the mistake it made in 1947 , even modi said in one his election speech “There are many children of Maa Bharti who have faced persecution in Pakistan, Afghanistan and Bangladesh… We will stand with those who are a part of India once , but got separated from us.”

The claim is that the CAA will somehow finish the unfinished business of Partition. On the contrary, it will only fullfill Jinnah two nation theory

Partition become necessary when there are two vision from different leaders who didn’t agree upon, one was Jinnah who wanted muslim for Pakistan and hindus for India… on other side Indian founders belived that nationhood is not a religious construct. It is geographical. From Islamabad to Kanyakumari, we were one people united by shared geography and history. We were united in our diversity.

Savarkar was also among the first to purpose two nation theory in ambedhad during hindu mahasabha council debate 1932

Ambedkar replying to Savarkar wrote quote “Strange as it may appear, Mr. Savarkar and Mr. Jinnah, instead of being opposed to each other on the one nation versus two nations issue, are in complete agreement about it. Both agree, not only agree but insist, that there are two nations in India—one the Muslim nation and the other the Hindu nation. They differ only as regards the terms and conditions on which the two nations should live” unquote

Gandhi wrote in his biography “I find no parallel in history for a body of converts and their descendants claiming to be a nation apart from the parent stock”

God only know which history books Amit Shah read!!

Because of this difference of opinion two country came into effect

With CAA if you are a Hindu, Sikh, Buddhist, Jain, Parsi and Christian in present-day Afghanistan, Bangladesh or Pakistan, you will soon be able to walk into India illegally, or overstay your visa, and become an Indian citizen in six years. To exclude Muslims from this privilege, just because they are the “majority” community in these countries, is to say that Muslims are not the children of “Maa Bharti”

In practice CAA will encourage large scale migration from neighbouring 3 countries predominantly hindus completing unfinished business of modi/shah dream of making hindu rasthra.

Hemant Sharma BJP senior Assam leader openly says he wants to give Bangladeshi hindu migrants election voter id and asking shah to expedite CAA process as soon possible before Assam 2021 state election. ( Lol I mean they not even hiding about this ).

With CAA + NRC

Modi/shah has a tool to harass muslim who are unable to proof their grand father citizenship, these will be stripped of citizenship and will be sent to detainion camps.

Hindus in(CAA) muslim out(NRC), that’s the message of this exercise it basically a way of accepting two nation theory (Jinnah would be patting modi/shah right now). Such a good way to honour 150th anniversary of Gandhi right?.

One of interesting fact about CAA nowhere it is mentioned “persecuted minorities” so saying ‘see we are helping minorities” is nothing but media spin meant to fool us ..

If ram and Rahim both residing before 31 Dec 2014 and both have been declared illegal ,ram has a easy way out he can approach United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees declare himself he/she perscuted and get citizenship through CAA and God knows what will happen to Rahim!

Even Chetan bhagat who I use to call him modi bhakt tweeted this simple explanation.

What about those who are poor,homeless, ppl from tribals area,ppl who have been displaced through floods..how all this ppl will produce legacy documents??This is not only anti muslim but also anti poor, as Kannan gopinathan (IAS officer who resigned post article 370) says this government not only evil but also dumb,

Evil because it’s target certain community

Dumb because even after creating big blunder in Assam NRC which costed them more than 1600cr (they junked it saying majority found to be hindus) says they will apply NRC through out India *demonetising human being*

Conclusion,my final thoughts..

CAA itself is discriminatory and with NRC, Modi/shah has a dangerous tool to target muslim, harass marginalized groups, polarize through plaint media ,use it has a vote bank politics and change idea of India forever which our founder fought n we cherished for 70yrs.

Past 30yr they used Ayodhya,

Next 30yr they will use CAA+NRC.

Jai hind.

[velmavarane]

Review of the 2018 Kia Soul

Used car dealers in Omaha

Introduction

" But he's got a great personality!" When it comes to blind dates, this is the default description for somebody who might be lacking in the looks department.

The Kia Soul, a compact multi-purpose vehicle type thing that's not quite a subcompact crossover because of its absence of all-wheel drive, and not rather a hatchback due to the fact that of its imposing height, is not only a vehicle with character brimming from every crevice, but likewise has looks spanning the variety from charming to dreadful, depending upon whom you ask. And simply in 2015, Kia gave the Soul a lot more wit by slapping a turbocharger on the engine to make it even more personalized.

What Owners Say

2018 Kia Soul front quarter left photoThat last modification, provided exclusively in the leading trim level, solved a significant problem with this spunky little cars and truck. For that reason, for this review, J.D. Power examined a 2018 Kia Soul Exclaim geared up with optional flooring mats. The price pertained to $23,820, including the $895 location charge.

Before we discuss the outcomes of our evaluation of the Kia Soul, it is handy to comprehend who purchases this vehicle, and what they like most and least about their Souls.

More females than guys own Kia Souls, with 52% of Soul owners determining as woman. Compared to the Compact Multi-Purpose Vehicle segment, 46% of owners are ladies.

Soul owners have to do with the same age as compact MPV owners (60 years vs. 61 years for the segment), but they delight in substantially lower typical yearly family income at $59,286 (vs. $78,682). This drastic difference may be discussed by the lorries in the competitive set, which consist of the Ford C-Max and Toyota Prius v, dedicated hybrids that may interest more upscale purchasers.

Approximately the exact same number of Soul owners and compact MPV owners recognize as Price Buyers, appearing to verify that lower average annual family earnings amongst Kia buyers is not, within the section, determining their choice in a car. Moreover, compact MPV owners are more concerned about fuel economy and eco-friendly cars than Soul owners are, reflecting the presence of dedicated hybrid models in the competitive set.

In other respects, Soul owners and compact MPV owners are aligned with two exceptions. Soul owners are more most likely to agree that they like an automobile that stands apart from the crowd (72% vs. 60%) which they like a lorry that uses responsive handling and powerful acceleration (82% vs. 76%).

Owners report that their favorite things about the Soul are (in coming down order) the outside styling, interior style, driving characteristics, seats, and storage and area. Owners suggest that their least favorite aspects of the Soul are (in descending order) visibility and security, the infotainment system, the climate system, the engine/transmission, and fuel economy.

What Our Expert Says

In the sections that follow, our expert offers her own perceptions about how the Kia Soul measures up in each of the 10 classifications that comprise the 2017 APEAL Study.

Outside

The Soul is a car of cartoonish percentages, all created to set it apart from its rivals. It's blocky from the beltline up and somewhat lumpy down, with the wheel arches and the front headlamps adding blobby elements to an otherwise squared-off lorry. The front grille (which isn't one, really) looks too small and the lower air consumption looks too big.

Kia jazzes up the Soul Exclaim's already extroverted outside with red accent lines to denote the engine's additional increase and bigger 18-inch wheels to give it a more assertive position. The Soul is one of those vehicles that you either like or dislike, but even haters might grow fond of it after driving it for a while.

Interior

Think about the base Soul. It has a small starting price of $16,995 (with $895 destination), but it comes with a much nicer interior than you 'd believe an automobile of that cost might consist of. In reality, the quality level easily makes sense in my more expensive test automobile, or perhaps a car priced closer to $30,000.

When compared to compact crossovers like the Chevrolet Trax or the Toyota C-HR, which are complete of cheap materials, the Soul's interior quality stands out much more. The cabin is made up of appealing soft-touch products and sturdy, nicely finished plastics, and collectively they lend the cars and truck an unexpected quantity of refinement.

The Exclaim's special fabric seats with leather bolsters and red contrast stitching are likewise magnificent elegant.

Seats

For chauffeurs, the Kia Soul is quite comfortable, and I constantly value it when little, affordable automobiles include a center console armrest, like a lot of variations of the Soul do. Seriously, who doesn't need an armrest? Nobody keeps his or her hands on the wheel at all times.

For passengers, comfort is fine except that the front right chair is mounted too low and is not geared up with a seat height adjustment unless you select the package that includes power adjustment. Without this upgrade, the traveler is treated to the equivalent of a dunce chair for a small time out. This, coupled with an absence of thigh support, indicates pain.

Rear-seat guests fare much better, due to the fact that the seat is mounted greater. Foot room abounds, however difficult plastic front seatback panels might show unpleasant for taller people. Shoulder space is great for 2, but 3 will find it tight.

Environment Control System

The climate control system is relatively basic, but in the Exclaim cut it is a single-zone automated system. A single knob changes temperature level, and because the car does not have a temperature level display you simply make it hotter or chillier than you are when you call in modification.

Impressively, though, the Soul has a Clean Air ionizer, which purportedly cleans up the cabin's air and keeps the interior smelling nice. It's just tough to tell if it's dealing with my grade-school-age children in the cars and truck.

Infotainment System

I was a little bummed to see that my test lorry did not include the Technology Package, that includes speaker that pulse with light to the thumping beat of what's playing on the audio system. They're really amusing, and along with all the other goodies that it features, like a navigation system and heating for the seats and guiding wheel, the Technology Package is a good buy.

Thankfully, however, the Soul Exclaim's standard infotainment system consists of Apple CarPlay and Android Auto smartphone forecast, so it was simple to get directions to locations.

In addition to smart device projection, Kia offers Soul owners open door to UVO eServices telematics functions for the duration of ownership. This consists of services such as automatic collision notice; speed, curfew and geographical boundary alerts for teenaged chauffeurs; an app that monitors where you last parked the Soul; and far more.

Storage and Space

The Soul's rectangle-shaped shape lends itself to bring a lot more than you would believe for such a small lorry, and storage is one of things that Soul owners like about their Kias. This is not unexpected, due to the fact that in the cabin, storage space is plentiful. There is a huge glove box, thoughtful little bins and trays around the transmission shifter, and huge door panel bins to make organizing your things simpler.

Behind the rear seats, an 18.8 cu.-ft. trunk gets itself to you. That measurement consists of a covered, separated tray under the cargo floor that organizes your things. Take that out and remove the cargo floor, and this little automobile products access to 24.2 cu.-ft. of area.

Without rear guests, you can fold the seats to develop 49.5 cu.-ft. These numbers extend beyond subcompact crossover SUV area and into the realm of bigger compacts, but just if you take the trouble of eliminating the helpful tray.

Exposure and Safety

Motorists delight in excellent forward visibility, but the view to the rear quarters is pretty abysmal due to the shape of the cars and truck and the width of the rearmost roofing system pillars. Luckily, big side mirrors and a basic reversing electronic camera do their best to minimize this issue.

While Kia makes a blind area warning system with rear cross-traffic alert offered in both of the Soul's higher trim levels, the turbocharged Exclaim can't be geared up with features like adaptive cruise control, forward accident warning, automated emergency situation braking, or lane departure caution. That's a bummer.

The Soul does a great job of securing occupants in a collision. The NHTSA awards the Soul a 5-star overall score for crashworthiness, while the Insurance Institute for Highway Safety provides it "Good" scores all around.

Engine/Transmission

Soul owners point out the powertrain as one of their least favorite aspects of the vehicle. Hopefully, they'll offer the turbocharged Soul Exclaim a try, as it alters the character of the car, and for the much better.

With 201 horses on tap from the 1.6-liter 4-cylinder engine, the Soul Exclaim is not exactly a rocket, but it's much livelier than it used to be. Enthusiast publications claim it will speed up from absolutely no to 60 mph in about 7.6 seconds, which suffices to infuse your commute with some additional zip. Power shipment is relatively direct, although there is some turbo lag straight off the line.

Entrusted with sending out the power to the front wheels, a 7-speed dual-clutch automatic transmission shifts properly but gracelessly. A little more smoothness and improvement would be great, as would a manual gearbox that, admittedly, almost nobody would select. Missing out on is any kind of all-wheel-drive system, which would secure the Soul's membership in the popular crossover SUV section.

Fuel Economy

The EPA approximates that you ought to get 28 mpg in combined driving (26 city/31 highway mpg) with a Soul Exclaim. My screening produced a return of 25.5 mpg, which isn't excellent. The turbocharged Soul, despite making much more power than the naturally aspirated versions of the vehicle, is actually a bit more fuel effective than the engines that go into the base Soul and the Soul Plus trim.

Driving Dynamics

To assist take full advantage of driving satisfaction, Kia somewhat adjusts the Exclaim's suspension tuning, installs larger front brakes, and includes bigger wheels and tires.

While the Soul still preferred knocking about in the city, with its diminutive footprint, active handling, and ability to take in the ruts and bumps of disregarded public roadways, it nonetheless held its own on twisty back roadways threading through regional range of mountains. The steering had a fair quantity of heft to it, especially in Sport mode, but I wanted a little more feel, feedback and precision to make the automobile more enjoyable to drive. The brakes effectively resisted fade throughout aggressive driving, too, and managed daily driving tasks without getting or bringing the cars and truck to a jostling stop.

No, the Kia Soul Exclaim won't be competing in autocross rallies with the Volkswagen GTI or Mazda 3 anytime quickly. Its happy-go-lucky character and newfound potency makes it a lot more satisfying to drive than the small crossover lorries against which it will most likely be cross-shopped.

Final Impressions

By now, everybody should recognize with Kia's generous warranty that covers the whole lorry for 5 years or 60,000 miles, while the powertrain is protected for 10 years or 100,000 miles, together with totally free roadside support for 5 years without any mileage limit. That appeals to the logical side of your brain, together with the quality awards that both this automobile and Kia have actually received from J.D. Power in current years.

However what's more, the Kia Soul has a character. Yes, it's a little peculiar. Funky. Unconventional. It interest the weirdo in each of us, but at the very same time delivers more than its reasonable share of energy, flexibility, fun, and convenience. And now, with its readily available turbocharged engine, it is more appealing than ever previously.

There are plenty of people who drive the same thing everybody else does. With a Kia Soul parked in your driveway, you can happily be among the others.

2018 Kia Soul front quarter left photoThat last modification, offered entirely in the leading trim level, resolved a major complaint with this spunky little car. For this evaluation, J.D. Power examined a 2018 Kia Soul Exclaim geared up with optional flooring mats. For chauffeurs, the Kia Soul is quite comfy, and I constantly value it when little, affordable vehicles consist of a center console armrest, like the majority of variations of the Soul do. The Soul's rectangle-shaped shape provides itself to carrying a lot more than you would believe for such a little automobile, and storage is one of things that Soul owners like about their Kias. The turbocharged Soul, regardless of making much more power than the naturally aspirated versions of the automobile, is in fact a little bit more fuel efficient than the engines that go into the base Soul and the Soul Plus cut.

[fanesavin]

Later in the day following the Quiver, further discussions are had.

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Fane couldn’t say examining cadavers was a pastime that he saw himself participating in during his time in the Capitol, yet that was what his morning had consisted of. With Miguel’s assistance the body had been examined and a venom determined due to the distinctive markers that had become evident post-mortem. Not that it aided all too much in locating a culprit considering the origin of the snake was that of the High Raj’s homelands. Killed by something of his own origin. Poetic in some sense but a cruel way to pass. Following this, he’d ultimately been down to the prisons to watch the interrogation of Lady Lacroy’s assailant. His face was rather indistinguishable and he’d been hung from his arms for an extended period of time and the threat of worse had been enough for the truth to spill out of him. Fane wasn’t an overly cruel man, not above threatening the use of such devices but not sadistic enough to put them to use. The man was a simpering fool it transpired the plan one of his own design inspired by conversations he’d overheard in the Keep. House Kesley with their apparent designs and resolute stance against any and all agents of darkness. Fane grimaced as he recalled the house’s motto, For the People indeed. Things were… progressing he supposed.

There was one last thing to address. Explaining why he was back at his chambers, cleaning his hands of the grime from the dungeons waiting for his guards to bring Lady Parker to his attached viewing chamber. The very space she’d assured him that there were to be no more lies. Apparently another lie.

Maya had managed to to slip away in the chaos of the meeting’s end last night. She’d paced up and down her room, considering her options. In the morning, they’d be unlocking the gates, meaning she should be able to slip away and disappear into the night. She worried though that leaving would give the real murderer an all together too convenient scapegoat. No, this time she was going to have to stick it out. At least for a little while longer. In the morning, she did slip out though back into the city to get a read on how the common folk were reacting to the news. Unsurprisingly it was a mix with most everyone concerned about the prospect of war close again. She stopped to ask a blacksmith in the Lower City a few vague questions, hoping to find out more about how the crown’s mechanism might work. She couldn’t ask much though, not without revealing the rest of the truth. She returned to the castle before anyone could notice she was gone. Shortly after she returned she was hauled up to Lord Savin’s viewing chamber. “I can still walk,” she snapped as they dropped her off. She huffed before smoothing her skirts, tipping her chin up and walking into the room with the High Inquisitor.

Fane heard the knock before his men walked Maya into the room, and he took the time to make her strew while he dried his hands on a cloth set side the basin. Retrieving his signet ring and slipping it back on his finger he glanced at his appearance noting the sombre drawn features looking back at him. There was a touch of grey beginning to dust his beard, had that been there before? He couldn’t rightly say. Eight and thirty years and he was already beginning to look like his father before him. With everything apparently in order, he walked to the room where he’d made her wait a little while. “No, sir,is what I recall you saying to me yesterday when I asked if there was any further information I needed to be aware of,“ he stated as he shut the door behind him seeing no point beating about the bush.

Maya had expected Lord Savin to be in the room when she walked. He wasn’t. She checked her pocket to ensure that her stiletto was still there. It was better to be safe than sorry. She was forced to wait several minutes before Lord Savin appeared. Blood on his boots didn’t escape her study of him. "And no sir was the truth. My heritage wasn’t something you or anyone else here needed to be made aware of,” she said, dispensing with the usual courtesies.

Fane looked Maya up and down, the truth made a fair bit more sense of the way she behaved and acted. “No? Hm.” He couldn’t say he particularly agreed on that stance, “not even when that particular revelation rather undermined my authority and, rather effectively, I might add, left me looking the fool?”

“You’d have to take that up with the Red Priestess then,” Maya replied, “I had no intention of having my secrets and a tray of wine spilled everywhere last night. At any rate, it’s not relevant to the High Raj’s death or your investigation. I’d hardly spend nearly my entire life running from my title just to murder someone else for theirs now.”

Fane circled around to the front of his desk, leaning his weight to perch on the edge of it. “Perhaps not, but it isn’t hard to paint a picture with it.” Even if it wasn’t true, but that was what these people did, took your secrets and spun them into something so much more. “First you come and tell me that not only did you once work in the kitchens of a man that was poisoned, it now it becomes evident that you are heiress to a Kingdom? A fact you decided to keep to yourself that not only makes me look the fool for having you in my employ in such a fashion without knowing the truth, but equally gives you access to the castle swinging suspicion in your direction. How convenient that a long-lost heiress turns up right as a kingdom is going to ruin.” It wasn’t hard to spin a story, and Maya’s potential culpability innocent or no only weakened his already tenuous footing.

Maya shook her head. “I’m not an heiress. I have no interest in my parents’ crown or anyone else’s. Those things only ever get you killed or old before your time,” she said with a clear conviction. If she had wanted power, she would’ve gone back to Comeádai. Not a small percentage of the population wanted her there. “I apologize for the inconvenience of my birth and I understand if you need to dismiss me or imprison me until the real culprit is found. But if I did it all again, I would only hide the truth better.”

Fane had known Maya long enough to have some measure of her. But equally had he not also been wrong about her this whole time? It was a frustrating issue to face, “whether that’s true or not matters little, especially if someone is looking to shift their own cast of guilt.” Which was ultimately his point, neither of them were interested in power or the responsibility it brought about but equally were now put in the position that they had to deal with it. “Unfortunately, it would equally reflect badly to imprison you without much cause or reason presently… I do not believe you are responsible, but that doesn’t mean others might not consider the possibility. Neither can I let you leave until a culprit is found.” So what was he to do with her was the ultimate question.

Maya waited another moment after Lord Savin stopped speaking. “Then what do you intend to do with me?” she asked. Whether noble or servant at the moment she was still completely under his power, considering his temporary title. While she had no interest in a seat at the table, she might not have another choice. It wouldn’t be long until gossip spread through the castle and the servants no longer trusted her. She doubted though that any of the other nobles would have much interest in what she had to say either. Despite the title it placed upon her, the revelation of her true identity had left her rather powerless.

“That’s a good question,” and in all honesty he didn’t have an answer. Eventually he looked towards the window for a little while prior to his gaze returning to her, “help the investigation and maybe the council… If you don’t wish for a seat…” he pursed his lips, stroking his beard in thought “then act as one of my advisors. You’re smart and you have good instincts… that much I do know…” Might as well make use of them while they were in this situation.

Maya waited. She hated having her fate decided by someone else. The minute this was all over she would likely disappear again. After some time, Lord Savin asked her to be his advisor. She blinked once, surprised. It was not a small thing for him to continue to trust her or at least appear to. “I’ll be your advisor, sir,” she replied after she’d counseled her expression. “On that note, this morning, I spent some time down in the Upper City. Bron, if he’s to be believed the best blacksmith in any land, did the work to restore the crown. Although without the murderous part. His apprentice said that the Commander of the Golden Eagle dropped it off and picked it up.”

Fane wouldn’t go so far to say that he was putting his trust completely in her earlier points still to consider, but presently she wasn’t highest on his list of considerations. So the revelation of the next piece of information had Fane pausing, perhaps she would be useful after all. “So the mechanism was added after…” it wasn’t entirely new information but the crown went on tour almost immediately after it’s renovation… But if it was picked up and left by the Commander and considering the Golden Eagles had supposedly never let it leave their guard… He made a slightly frustrated noise, “then the question is where’s the window of opportunity? Unless the guards were bribed…”

Maya shook her head. “That I’m afraid I can’t answer. And any hope of my overhearing a drunk guard let something slip likely expired the minute gossip of my identity spread. Once it arrived in the Capitol though someone would’ve had to bribe at least six guards,” she said although she expected it was information Lord Savin already had. She paused before adding, “Or have convinced the Commander that the death of his lord was necessary.”

Fane had considered this already but it was the only answer at hand. “I don’t see any other way. I suppose we have a commander and some guards to investigate.”

Maya nodded, “I suppose you do, sir.” While he had yet to throw her out or in chains, she didn’t expect that he would want her present for any proper parts of the investigation.

Fane “Keep your eyes and ears open, see what else you can learn.” With that said he gave a nod of dismissal. He needed to speak to some of the others, to gain a measure of their view of the situation.

“It hardly seems prudent – or believable – that one single article of adornment could signify so much and create such havoc, does it?” Prelate Theodore appeared at Iann’s elbow, his grey habit switched out for a flat raven black coat of mourning. He inclined his dark head towards the throne and the bloodstained crown that sat upon it. “The well-laid and hard-earned plans of so many over so long, all brought to ashes in one terrible moment.”

The tall owl was back, after dealing with many matters concerning the commonfolk, and even his own clergy. Faith lost and hope found and all that, Iann supposed. The royals of the Forty Isles were not particularly religious, but the Cloverry was as good as any other religion, as far as Iann was concerned. Useful, convenient, accepted in Bluesprings. A good shorthand for being considered ‘good’ among the commonfolk and their ideals of belief. Iann stood in the Grand Hall, staring at the Sunlit Throne and the Guards surrounding it. The bloody crown placed back there as a symbol, now that the Inquisitor had completed his investigations on it. Even if he needed it again, it was not going to disappear within the Rajisthangard’s vigilance. “It’s an ugly crown, don’t you think?” Iann said, looking over at the other man. “Do you understand such things as beauty, Prelate? You see that metalwork - the craftsmanship is so very…Sharma. I understand that a High Raj always has a slight bias towards one’s House of course, but if only someone could’ve persuaded something with a bit more elegance and poetry. Not your persuasion, unfortunately. I suppose the Council that he was never able to announce was likely to be filled with grim birds like you.”

Prelate Theodore clasped his hands behind his back. “The very centermost tenet of faith is beauty, Your Highness. Otherwise most religions would have a dreadfully uphill task in appealing to the populace. Although conversely, some groups do appeal to an alternate but no less strong element when it comes to creating a reaction.” Theodore nodded at the Sunlit Throne. “Fear. Even if the crown had been wrought of Summerset ivorygold in the most intricate patterns of the Isles, it would still have performed the same slaughter, once devised.” The Prelate’s voice was gliding and genteely expressive, alighting on certain key words and making other, more dark suggestions as bland as possible. “It’s been my experience that a happy kingdom requires the efforts of grim birds such as myself.”

“Well said,” Iann said, stroking at his trimmed beard, then amended, “About the crown I mean, not the kingdom. I disagree with that, but then - I’ll soon be ascending my own Throne, soon.” If only his father died. He’d heard from the Mothers that the Cardero King was confined to his room now. Iann wanted to be pleased by it, but with the High Raj dead and the realm under an Inquisition, suddenly Iann found himself hoping that his father hung on for a little while more. “A clever device within it, I must say. As ugly as the crown is, its mode as a weapon is quite elegant. His death…was elegant.” Iann looked over at the Prelate. “Did you love him? As a High Raj. You can speak honestly to me, it makes no difference now that he’s dead. It wouldn’t be treason to say you did not, indeed, love him.”

“The tenor of rulership in the Forty Isles has always been of a sunnier nature than here in the mainland, true. But then, the war did not engulf you so wholly as it did the rest of us.” When it came to island nations, it could have gone either way; had the Cardero King allowed his Isles to be dependent on imports, they would have suffered far more than many mainlanders. As it was, the seafaring princes were able to procure whatever wasn’t produced on their own lands. Grimness perhaps did not carry to them the same shorthand for serious dedication that it did in the Cloverry and the Capital. “I’m afraid I haven’t much native sense when it comes to elegance,” the Prelate demurred, a claim put to lie by not only his clothing and bearing but his entire demeanour, “but still, I cannot bestow the word on the base slaughter of our High Raj. I did love him, yes.” Theodore’s eyes grew thin, a gimlet grey flash of intensity. “I loved what it was he represented. What he could have brought about. Does that surprise you, Prince? Were you hoping to catch the Cloverry out for hypocrisy or bloody-mined heartlessness?” Theodore almost sneered. “Or am I the one you’re trying to catch out?”

The imposed confinement of the city had made those within and without restless. The commoners either cowered in their homes, razed in the streets until the guards shut them down, or went about their lives as if their Raj had not just met the Light in a most violent manner. Though they only knew of a death. Not the manner. But now whispers arose all over the city. Whispers that floated here and there, of treachery and deceit. Of conspiracy and murder. She had adorned a dark set of robes in respect for the mandate of the city that the Raj be mourned, and found herself on the walkway with both the prince and the Prelate.

“I was curious on how the High Raj chose his Council. I suspect that all members of his Council were as loyal as you, then. I had no love for the Sharmas personally,” Iann proclaimed this loud and unafraid, but he wasn’t looking at the Prelate when he said it; he was staring right at the Rajisthangard, who did not make any eye contact in return. “But I did respect the Cloverry’s choice.” The Forty Isles was one of the kingdoms who had agreed that the Cloverry should make the decision for High Raj. “The Cloverry chose Avitej Sharma, and then Sharma chose to commission that crown for his coronation.” It was meant to be a crown that would rule for decades, but that was all gone now. A new High Raj needed to be chosen, and a new crown made. “And then that crown killed him. I wonder if the Inquisitor has the blacksmith hanging upside-down in the dungeons for this.”

“Don’t all crowns kill their wearers in the end, your grace?” the priestess asked quietly as she came up to the pair. “Though most usually last a fair bit longer than your dear Raj.”

Prelate Theodore described a short bow in the Red Priestess’ direction as she joined the conversation, continuing, “Sady true. And High Raj Sharma who was, rest his Spirit, had more awareness than most of the burden of the crown – seeing as he wore it through choice and not simply succession.” He drew a long breath. “I believe the Inquisitor’s investigations would be best conducted without overmuch communication between him and the work of the Quiver and the Council, at least for a time being. Whatever interrogations are being performed, and in what manner, they are – for the moment – the purview of Lord Savin.” Soon, there would need to be a meeting to share information. But Theodore didn’t believe that rushing things would be of any use to anybody.

“Hmph,” Iann said, since the Prelate was technically right - the Inquisition’s investigation was separate from the Quiver and Council, particularly since everyone was suspects. Iann looked over at the Red Priestess, giving her a nod of acknowledgement. He laughed then though. “How poetic would it be, if Inquisitor Savin himself was the Raj-killer?” He said this, even though Iann knew full well he was the one who’d proposed Savin resume his role in the first place.

“Inquisitor Savin is … blessedly … without the capacity for persistent duplicity that this deed required. I’d imagine he’s all too relieved to have some task to occupy himself with in the Capital rather than spending his time longing to be back in the North, away from parlay and politicking.” Theodore gave a thin smile. “He’s possibly the least likely suspect. You’ll have to find your poetry elsewhere, I’m afraid, Prince Iann.”

“You see, Prelate - this is why people don’t like you,” Iann said in an arch tone. “You always have an answer for everything.”

Prelate Theodore considered this critique. “I don’t know any poems,” he offered. “Although I could try, if you needed me to be more infuriating.”

The Prelate did that owlish blinking thing where Iann couldn’t quite tell if he was being genuine or not. It was infuriating, but not in a bad way. “Please, spare your tongue the assault. If the Cloverry is charged once more with picking a new High Raj, at least I know the person to appeal to. Namely - any other Prelate but you.” He gave a short, curt bow. “Wind to your sails, Prelate.”

 “Fleet be your feet, Prince.”

[douchebagbrainwaves]

IT'S SAFE FOR STARTUPS CONDENSE IN AMERICA

She'd seen the level of vitriol in this debate, and she shrank from engaging. In fact, users expect a site to improve. We take applications for funding every 6 months. In Microsoft's case, it might not just be preparation for a startup founder does not get you more admiration from women.1 Another is to work for a while, if you get this stuff, you already have most of what you want to avoid failure, it would be this hard. Often the founders themselves didn't know why their ideas were promising. By compressing the dull but necessary task of making a living into the smallest possible time, you show respect for life, and those make a difference. Patent trolls are companies consisting mainly of lawyers whose whole business is to accumulate patents and threaten to sue companies who actually make things. Patent trolls seem to have made investors more cautious, it doesn't seem to have learned that lesson.2 I never tried to separate my wants and weigh them against one another. Ok, so written and spoken language are different.

Unfortunately, though public acquirers are structurally identical to pooled-risk company managers, you need to launch? What really motivates investors, even big VCs, is not the number that can get acquired by Google and Yahoo—though it seems even that should be unlimited, if the startups were doing something significantly different than they started with. And unfortunately there is a qualitative difference between Silicon Valley and squish them in Detroit, but it's clearly now the established practice. Jessica Livingston is. The ones on startups get tested by about 70 people every 6 months.3 One of the most valuable exercises you can try if you want to avoid being surprised, the next thought after that should be: and the reason I can't believe it will be to your advantage to have kept looking, because you'll get better terms. The only way a startup can be very stressful. The way I've described it, starting a startup is fun the way a survivalist training course would be fun, if you're not a programmer?

It's kind of ironic, considering all the dire things experts say about software patents stifling innovation, but when one looks closely at the software business. But design is a definite skill. They occasionally take vacations; some even have hobbies.4 When Mark spoke at a YC dinner this winter he said he wasn't trying to start a company.5 Jessica would mostly watch.6 If investors stop writing checks, or they stop going well surprisingly fast.7 In an artificial world, only extremists live naturally.8 I did know about that, but I'd forgotten. That's supposed to be the right advice for everyone. Any immediate improvement in nerds' lives is probably going to be a tyrant.9 Yesterday one of the earliest sites with enough clout to force customers to log in before they could buy something.

At the very least you'll move into proper office space and hire more people. But really what motivates us is the completely amoral desire that would motivate any hacker who looked at some complex device and realized that with a tiny tweak he could make it as startup founders if they wanted. It must have seemed obviously broken to Bill Gates that you could only program the Altair in machine language. Just hang around a lot and gradually start doing things for them. Someone wrote recently that the drawback of Y Combinator was that you had to change something, what would it be? As a young founder your strengths are: stamina, poverty, might not sound like an advantage, but it can't hurt to try. How often have you visited a site that seemed very good, and then instead of nagging them in detail, I'll just be able to talk some specific ones into using what you're making. Like other teenagers, we loved the dramatic, and suicide seemed very dramatic. In the first batch of startups we funded, in the now pointless secrecy of the Masons.10

Your boss is the point where you shake hands and the deal's done. Perhaps there's a rule here: perhaps you create wealth in proportion to an estimate of your company's value that you'd both agreed upon. Is a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy. When you raise a lot of founders were surprised how important persistence was in startups. If you want to find them early. But, in my school at least, so specific that you don't know exist yet.11 She'd seen the level of vitriol in this debate, and she shrank from engaging.12 After taking VC money you hire a sales force to do that. The way the successful ones find something that works is by trying things that don't.

In retrospect, it would still be important to release quickly, because for a startup or not. Here's a typical reponse: You haven't seen someone's true colors unless you've worked with them on a startup. They have no function for their form to follow. Being something is incidental; the immediate problem is not to lie flat, but to design beautiful rockets, or to understand how to program better than most people doing it for a living.13 You can of course build something for users other than you. Assume you won't get money, and once started they tend continue on their initial path even if it's mistaken.14 Mostly because they're optimistic by nature.15 Why stop now? Though she'd heard a lot about matters of principle, and they all tell the same story: there is no reward for putting in a good effort. I remember thinking Ah, so this answer works out to be convenient. That was the point of creating it.

Notes

And if you conflate them you're aiming at the final whistle, the last batch before a fall. Our founder meant a photograph of a company changes people. Whereas the activation energy for enterprise software.

However bad your classes as a first-time founder again he'd leave ideas that are or feel weak.

The story of Business Week article mentioning del. The existence of people who need the money was to reboot them, maybe 50% to 100% more, while we might think it might help to be a variant of the War on Drugs.

In reality, wealth is measured by what you love, or can be either capped at a middle ground. We invest small amounts of other people's. But that turned out to be some number of users comes from ads on other investors. But they've been trained.

As far as I know of one, don't destroy the startup.

A significant component of piracy, which would harm their all-important GPA.

His theory was that they function as the cause.

From a company. This just seems to have a notebook to write an essay that will cause the brand gap between the initial plan and what the earnings turn out to do more than just reconstructing word boundaries; spammers both add xHot nPorn cSite and omit P rn letters. In fact, change what it means they still probably won't invest in so many startups from Philadelphia. Because the pledge is vague in order to attract workers.

Look at what Steve Jobs got pushed out by solving his own problems. You can get programmers who wanted to go wrong seems to have to find a kid. In many fields a year, they mean. So managers are constrained too; instead of admitting frankly that it's doubly important for societies to remember and pass on the spot as top sponsor.

But you can't tell what the US is partly a reaction to drugs.

But what he means by long shots.

If you treat your classes as a naturalist.

A has an operator for removing spaces from strings and language B doesn't, that good paintings must have been truer to the year x in a in the Neolithic period. This is not yet released. Only founders of Hewlett Packard said it first, and especially for individuals. B not allow them to get as large a percentage of statements.

Median may be that some groups in America. I startups.

You know in the US News list? World Bank, the rest of the editor, which have varied dramatically.

[sassylavellen]

Inquisitor as a Companion

I was tagged by the ever wonderful @shannaraisles! This one looks like a lot of fun! (Post filling this out, THIS WAS HARD AS HECK. But I loved it.) 

As it happens, Moira is one of three headcanon companions to my canon Inquisitor Evelyn Lavellan, and everyone loves Moira so I’ll fill this out for her..

Inquisitor’s Name: Moira Lavellan

Race / Class / Specialisation: Dalish Elf/Rogue/Tempest

Gender Identity: Female

Varric’s Nickname for them: Bubbles

Short bio: The youngest daughter of Clan Lavellan’s former Keeper Revan’nain, Moira grew up with a wide-eyed innocence that she retained with her into her adulthood. Always optimistic, her uplifting personality is a boon to all who know her. She loves her family, even though she doesn’t always agree with her father’s iron grip on the ancient traditions.  Moira was an extremely smart child, and by the time she was in her late teens, she was not only lead huntress for the clan, but one of their most skilled craftsmasters. Her ability to recall intricate details for weapons, armor, and other supplies was an invaluable asset to the clan. She is very knowledgable about metals and minerals. Moira will join the Inquisition after learning that her long lost sister/brother had become Inquisitor. This would have been after the Inquisition had taken up residence in Skyhold after Corypheus’s attack on Haven. She would only be an obtainable companion if the Inquisitor is Dalish.

What would their companion card look like? A leaping shot of her with an arrow set to her bow

Recruitment mission: “Family Ties”, unlocked by unlocking the Emerald Graves. Upon reaching The Emerald Graves, Scout Harding gives the Inquisitor a report about an unknown Dalish encampment nearby, and that one of their hunters was attempting to make contact with her team before being attacked by Venetori raiders who are hunting the clan. Unlocks the war table operation “Find The Dalish Camp”. Josephine does not participate in the mission, Leliana recommends sending some of her elven agents to seek out the camp, not wishing to give the wrong impression. Cullen says his soldiers can handle the raiders and help find the clan. Cullen’s option is quicker, but will result in the clan being less receptive to the Inquisition. Certain agent opportunities will become unavailable. Leliana’s option will increase favor with the clan and open up opportunities for the Inquisitor to acquire more agents.

Upon completing the war table operation, the camp is now accessible on the map. The clan turns out to be Clan Lavellan, and a group of Dalish hunters escort you to the Keeper who, no matter who you choose to complete the war table operation, is not interested in gaining the Inquisition’s help. Moira comes in and will tell the Inquisitor that he/she should try to impress the clan and gives a series of quests to do in an attempt to gain their favor.

The Inquisitor will need to help collect Dalish artifacts in the Exalted Planes guarded by a Varteral. The Keeper remains unimpressed and Moira is frustrated by this. After this section of the quest is completed, Moira will visit the first camp settled in the Emerald Graves and inform the Inquisitor that she wants to join. 

Dialogue -

Moira: (Brother/Sister), I am sorry for what happened with The Keeper. I really thought that... well, I was wrong. I wasted your time and I’m sorry.

Inquisitor: It’s alright, Moira. You were just trying to help, and I appreciate it.

Moira: I’m the only one trying to help, and I am ashamed that our clan does not realize the threat we face. You say it’s elvhen magic, I thought that would be enough to sway them. But they still have their heads stuck so far up their...!

Inquisitor: Moira, calm down!

Moira: I’m sorry. What I’m trying to say is... I want to join you. I don’t know if you want me as a fighter or as a crafter, but I can’t just stand by while the world falls apart around me.

Inquisitor: Are you sure about this, Moira? You’re willing to turn your back on your clan to fight with me?

Moira: I am sure.

Moira: (Alternate: If the Inquisitor told Josephine that he/she was not on good terms with her clan) That’s what you did, brother/sister. I could do no less.

The Inquisitor will have three options: 1) Moira joins as a companion, 2) Moira joins as an agent, or 3) Moira does not join. If she becomes an agent, she will give access to a series of otherwise unobtainable war table operations.

Inquisitor: (Moira joins as companion) Welcome aboard, baby sis.

Moira: Please don’t call me that, is it too late to change my mind?

Inquisitor: (laughs) I’m afraid it is.

Moira: Thanks, brother/sister. I’m ready to do my part.

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Inquisitor: (Moira joins as an agent) Alright. You can join. I could really put your skills to use as a scout.

Moira: (chuckles) I see how it is, you don’t want your little sister following you around everywhere, don’t you?

Inquisitor: I didn’t say that!

Moira: I’m just teasing you. Thanks, brother/sister. I’m ready to do my part.

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Inquisitor: (Moira does not join) I’m sorry, Moira... but your place is here with our people. Help them, see if you can convince them of the threat.

Moira: Oh... of... of course. I’ll... I’ll do my best, brother/sister.

Inquisitor: Take care, Moira. May Mythal’s blessing be upon you.

Moira: You too, brother/sister. And may Ghilan’nain guide your way.

Where they would be in Skyhold / Haven: Moira is not available early enough in the game to be in Haven.

In Skyhold, she can be found in the undercroft, by the balcony.

Personal quests: Quest 1: An Iron Grasp: Shortly after she is recruited, Moira will ask the Inquisitor for a favor. She has been working with Dagna and wants to try and craft a new type of armor for the Inquisitor. The schematic requires several fade-touched materials which the Inquisitor must obtain in The Hinterlands (Fade-Touched Iron), The Emerald Graves (Fade-touched August Ram Leather), and The Fallow Mire (Fade-Touched Avaar Cotton). The Inquisitor will also have the option to give her non-fade-touched materials and lie that they are what she needs.

If the Inquisitor lies, Moira and Dagna’s experiment does not work and Moira is disappointed in their results. The Inquisitor can admit they lied, and will lose approval.

If the Inquisitor collects all the correct materials, their experiment explodes in the undercarriage and breaks Harret’s crafting bench, but it works, and The Inquisitor gains a permanent 20% percentage boost to crafting masterworks for armor or weapons. Moira approves.

Quest 2: A final plee: Moira receives news that their clan is going to Wycome, and another report about the unrest regarding elves in that territory. She will beg the Inquisitor to go with her to help try to prevent a mass slaughter. This will unlock the (repurposed) war table operation Defend Clan Lavellan, where the Inquisitor must make contact before they venture forth. Upon arriving in Wycome, Harding informs the Inquisitor that an attack has already begun. The Inquisitor and Moira must save as many elves from the onslaught as possible. If they manage to save all or most of the elves, The Inquisitor will have three options: 1) Make a plee to the nobles to end the conflict, 2) fend off the raiders to buy time for the elves to escape, or 3) surrender and attempt to negotiate.

If the Inquisitor makes the plee, the nobles will hear out the Inquisitor and depending on dialogue choices will either agree to end the violence or continue the slaughter. Moira will approve if they end the violence, but will have no approval change if they continue the slaughter at this point (she says in a follow-up dialogue, “I can’t be mad at you, you at least tried to stop them. I thought it would work, too.”)

If the Inquisitor stands and fights, Moira greatly approves.

If the Inquisitor surrenders, Moira greatly disapproves. A small amount of approval can be gained back depending on dialogue choices.

How to get their approval: 

Moira approves of kind-hearted actions, so helping refugees is an easy way to gain influence.

She also approves when the Inquisitor uses knowledge perks in dialogues.

She will also slightly approve if the Inquisitor fills a geological survey requisition while she is in the party.

How to get their disapproval: Dialogue options about her past before you gain high enough approval; siding with nobles or bowing to their demands at the war table. Aggressive dialogue when she is in the party gains disapproval.

Are they romanceable? No.

Can you have sex with them? Ew no! She’s your sister!

Are they open to polyamoury? No.

If they can be romanced and are not, will they begin a relationship / relationships with other character(s)? If so, who? She will begin a relationship with another scout if she becomes an agent instead of a companion.

Who are they friendly with? Varric, Sera, Dorian, and Cole. She loves Varric’s stories and most of their party banter is her asking Varric to tell her more stories while they are walking. She likes playing along with Sera’s jokes. One particular banter has them comparing their bows and ends with Moira saying “Mine’s bigger” and Sera laughs so hard she snorts.

Who do they dislike? She only really doesn’t like Vivienne, because Vivienne treats her like she’s lesser than she is.

Special note: She doesn’t know what to think of Solas. On one hand, she is fascinated by his knowledge, but she’s also weary of his love for spirits and demons.

Companion card changes: (use a text descrip. if you have no images) Post companion quest (good result): Head lifted with a wreath of flowers surrounding her

Post companion quest (bad result): slumped beside a bed, dark clouds above her head.

Side Missions:  There can also be a cutscene mission where she and the Inquisitor go to Val Royeux to go shopping and to get away from it all. Approval can be gained depending on dialogue choices.

Opinions on mages / templars / how the world is going to shit? Since she becomes a companion after The Inquisitor has already chosen, she does not have much of an opinion. She will have special dialogue depending on which side was chosen which shows she is more supportive of the mages, but either way will say she trusts her sibling’s decision.

Something guaranteed to make them leave the party:   After her companion quest, if the Inquisitor surrendered, there will be a cutscene back at Skyhold where Moira will confront him/her about their decision. The Inquisitor can either convince her to stay (must have high approval) or to send her back to her clan.

Special Events:

Imprisoned at Redcliffe: How are they holding up in Redcliffe, being slowly infected with red lyrium over the course of a year? Moira is not available during this part of the story.

At the Winter Palace: Do they enjoy the party, any special events with them at the Palace? Moira is excited to be at the Winter Palace and to see the Orlesian culture in action. She will clumsily attempt to play along with the game and can possibly cause the Inquisitor to lose court approval if he/she does not head it off at the beginning of the quest after the first dialogue with Leliana about Morrigan.

In the Fade: Their reaction upon entering the Fade? Nightmare demon’s taunt, and their response? Fear on their grave? Reaction upon entering - *panic* "Wait... Did you say the fade... This can’t... We can’t be dead!” Taunt and response - “What of you, little Dalish girl? There is no weapon, no design that can save you now. (if her companion quest has been complete) After all you’ve done to save your clan, now you cannot even save yourself.” - "This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real!!” Greatest fear - Being the lone survivor

Trespasser: What were they up to two years after Corypheus’ defeat? Any special events with them over the events of Trespasser? If the Inquisitor’s approval with her is high, she will remain with the Inquisition for the two year period. She doesn’t want to attend the council, but will do it for her sibling.

If she was made an agent, she has gotten engaged to her scout lover and is pregnant. She will only have dialogue at the beginning before the council and one before the final mission begins.

If she was never recruited, or if The Inquisitor had a low approval with her as a companion, she will not attend the council.

Other Major Events: Any other major events that happen with them over the course of the main game? None that I can think of.

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nomen amen (or “paraphernalia”: back by popular demand)

                                    (where books compete for space with pottery)

We were already halfway through interminability. Away all redundancy of deficiency from the page, the tear from the past to mend us about to rampage. This far we had not said anything good but perfection required, in tone and content, inexplicable. (1) I found the crux in the posture to device, like an impostor happens in his tender, (2) a damage done like the wrapping paper of a ducked present. (3) Under the stance of unison, the shallower I read between the lines the further I'm improved from the time of my oversight, (4) the unison becomes the sound she phews down to my very being, like but the rest I forgot about... Sorry, got it wrong. Actually, I wanted to continue this something started spreads ago, but the prose screeches and cackles around its ineliminable inexactitude. I really don't feel like resuming anymore, or should I say, I'm done boggedly running after the end of my premises. Yes something happened, something to investigate in a whole other direction. So, gonna take all, this will be the first part. I wish I could express revolutionary philosophisms, I thought I could be a poet because I'm unable to be an essayist and a novelist. I'm not good at public speaking. I entered Tumblr to be found by publishers and make money: I had a system of truths and truly nothing else to say. Besides, what did this idea of klein Lebensdarbietung mean? Is the text doing its characters or are these ones setting out their own words? Text's abolition of today, which is nothing but "the sentences already written, the sentences that people say, the sentences yet to write; verses, words, spacings, texts' dissemination, whatever you want, about the purely sign-linguistic-textual" (cit.) verbatim et literatim, and here is another example of my strugglings to go on properly. In any event it is clear that we are moved when required, except the exempts. (5) It is always the most unexpected time to undergo the aha entanglement. In constant foresight I guiltily prepare to hindsee the neglect and with confambulatory prowess I succumb to the development in this underpass of construes. How much do we match with our sounds? — asking myself. In this respect I'm afraid to surprise me onstage like the surrenedered one (and here onpage, ah foolishness, as playwright). But if I leaf compulsively through hundreds of pages, that's to find my words not belonging to me, and the others to fight (me) with. As I am nearing the open conversation, I make up my mind never to read me. Tons of notes, reproaches and scratchpads. Tons of work to do. And I have to get rid of the old adjustments once and for all. (6) Electra the yet-signed. You like the simple words, the ones you recognize already written, the crystalline syllabification that enoculates the wholeness of an order babbling sibyllinity downstream. You carry on with the work of literature: how the body absconds at the risk of space and time with them. Imperfect doubling, mirror images, and repetition in her practice. Topical scratches. Interceptors sought in everyday life — like unspeakables — that she then distorts to create the straight path in reverse. Poetry will not touch her, because poetry is just the unwritten complexity going wrong side along the process of self-becoming, a recent installation, midway between marble and corporal desires in an ascending scale of hardness. (7) Listening to the closest friends, the process of self-becoming could only linger primarily in the sight of aesthetic, then morality, then religious status quo. But friends come always as a closer, blind alley, at the end of tears: a misunderstanding at first, then never read enough. (8) It is often the case that the practice of consensually agreeing to one's own mental performance and self-image by means of meddled languages and lineages may become a genuine bondage of freedom. The restrained partner can derive any drift in the set of possibilities so that we use to say the doing is more important than the outcome. (9) The doing is in uncomfortable or painful positions, for example as a punishment: then, easily it tends to be forgotten, because unforgivable. That's why the effect is the same as a verbal collage, but 1) rips are often behind schedule or on borrowed time, "out of sync with the fade" (cit.) hearth of what seems to be the Pentecostal tongues of fire; and 2) metaphors like "the rope of telephone charades" or "the coils of something wound in the form of a revolution to come is the licking of sugar injury, met since the starting point" are not allowed. "Real me is way more concerned with" (cit.) the Transcaspian line that follows the pattern of a crosswording of the desert. (10) Rather than holding on to me tight I choose to distance myself from what I'm being forced to watch daily. Dies irae dies illa desirable. Without prejudice to this last inescapable point, the first issue represents the Derridean crux of the matter, about which I will be saying something bad in the wrongest moments, since my voice is as effective as my unsuccessful rewrites. I just want, by using the instruction books, the border of this drama, accelerated and hence trespassed in time into ridiculousness, to be experienced as the comedy it is. There is a hour of the wolf and there is a hour the wolf is afraid of. When the time is right I'd like you all to be safe to be spared in my turn from this construction beyond good and better. (11) Here you shine white with noise. "Sonorous cobweb" (cit.) made of only one thread, the unbent line of homeostasis at long last kept in crisis. (12) This narration should have had a different common thread. "And yet", imprint, "it moves" (cit.) as sensible prose. Prose of proses. The dispelled thing, spilled on Tumblr, disseminated. The seedbed: descendants, everspring off, family. The planting postdisposed. All going as planned. (13)   When I know that I don't know where to start a carving, I start a list of synonyms or unyoke a fable from a series of rereadings. What excommunication if you can't subvert the strainer? (14) Once upon a time Electra, beloved only sign of her father, has a brother. Agamemnon possesses the actuality and practicality of the dead: he wants to see water circulate water in laminar rheumatology and freshness sculptures out of tempered air. [director's note: the Argolis' scene isn't even entitled to melt!]. She eats anise candies and unwarmed foods without a problem. She is so lovely when she urinates first thing in the morning, holding the head in her hands, graeaean ownership. Yes, I'm worthy of attending to the offertory on the altar of love. So many congratulations against my behalf that the opposite seems true. (15) "A woman with long hair is not a simple point of view" (cit.). She's got a prompt night's sleep and reasonable. We cling to angelic accidents. We are clung to our soundtrack. (16) Indeed love is not "the panic subsidence onto the body" (cit.) [director's note: can we let the body become finally soaked in real pornography and never mind, here?] but sheer faith for a symbolic subject who's shattered fully loyal. Intermediate sprint of a life midpoint crossroads that lead at the same destination to flee from. (17) Because, as it goes, her staple is such a volitive confidence meaning to me the wait of the powers that created us, the coincidence of both of us makes our skewness on my side of the derangement. Averted word, when addressed. I am a bad Greek at the time of Christianity and a bad Christian on such dysfunctional divertissements. Who knows how ethically important it is today? I retain it, ending up forgetting everything else, and am lookin' very bad. (18) Of course the movement is diminished in certain directions; the style more flattened upon my chosen sickness that we now have no use for, after the setting of the starting stances; I suffer from more severe erections. An acquired kurtosis distributes my monodimensional remarks as the fourth cumulants in order of precedence. Still a lot of exercise to get. Busy like the evermentioned forgettables I'm at that stage where it's difficult for me to even do difficult things. Wrongstaged, I can't compete. I only challenge. (19) Therefore coincident like the two norths of which one is sinking liminal in the perfectly unsaid of your perfect cues. In one fell swoop you pone the part and mastery. And in the next. And the apnea for the answer back. Teeth gouged by the opposite of words in formation for a smile. The winky face par excellence. Here's the real spectator of my vocalized character. I wedge the self with a puny malapropistic idioticon to spread now that I'm a simplex person. As long as I continue to improve in (furtive, it has to be) apprenticeship I'm losing abilities. Old mistakes reappear, no inspiration from mumpsimuses. (20) Where adults flutter, she, disemvowelled and free from frills, spoken by the plural to be inscribed in the Sophoclean, in the Euripidean, in the Hofmannsthalean, in the Yourcenarian script, lost in tv shows and blatant phone calls, is, for me, abused of notations but who am I to denounce such an effusive happiness? There's nothing she can't Netflix. (21) No banana peel on the slope of her singularity — reversible up to a point, interchangeable up to a point, genderbending up to a point from the same side of view. Slotting minims in the same tone as the main characters. That the same out-of-turness is imbricated. (22)

Virtuosity was painlessly flaying the secret from the kids. This is tragedy. We all know what everyone should have said, sorrows come only after. We see each other for sure and too well. Find your trace in the deep of your prompter's heart. Dimmable glow of ancient times. Under guillotine percentages, under curtain at half-mast, under the veils in the dance of the seven veils. What am I trying to say? (23)

In the floodlights' gloom, without changing the rules of the game, exit khorós. With whom would you listen to you speaking? (24) Woods of brightness wherever, it makes me want to expect your coming deaf-handed right therever, the braindomed untrodden order of phrases where roommouths around it are opening. (25) A substratum, but rather as two shadows they finally vest themselves without amendment, and just drag on this semi-detached ward where it just doesn't feel like our theater anymore. So that there may well be the laetum and lethean occurrence of a new polarization. (26) It is no coincidence that here you're always cold and pale. What a cutie! (27) But maybe that's just too much information. Now would be the time to shut up even more. Already being in the manner for that: being at one with the template versus falling back into the patient subjectivity to agency, to make war and to make love with the weapons of the unconditional surrender. The book is that inferring the timbre of each Klagesprache. (28) Like the current situation could return to equilibrium because of an indefinite vocabulary which is still fighting us pressurers. We come across the unilaterality of it every day. Its constitution. (29) But infinity alive doesn't exist. We can approximate it in the endless rummaging and musing. (30) Approximation is worth nothing. We get sick for the words that once beguiled us. The limits of infancy don't set. And now I just -ess the world in voluntary silence nonexperienced. (31) With plex I brux my certainty and centuries. Party time abounds. (32) Clause: applause. (33)