#the beginning of someone’s career

[garciapimienta]

I didn’t watch Messi when he played for us, but I’ve seen highlights, of course. From what I’ve seen, Lamine might actually be better than him 🫣. I’m lowkey scared to tweet or post this off anon, but I just wanna share it with someone who’s seen both. Do you see where I’m coming from?

Yes and no.

I think Lamine is better than Messi was at that age, or to be more precise, has showed more than what Leo had shown at that age. But their circumstances were also SO different, like you really can’t compare the team Leo was surrounded with and the opportunities he had when he was 17 with what Lamine has now, which imo is an ideal team for his talent to shine and for him to be able to take such a big responsibility in the team.

To be honest I’m also just not really a fan of these comparisons. So far, Leo is the greatest player I’ve ever seen. Maybe Lamine will one day earn that title, it sure seems like he’s heading down that road, but it’s also true that as someone who has seen all of Leo’s career and his prime, it feels impossible than someone could turn out to be even better than that. I would much rather just enjoy Lamine’s present career and maybe in the future we can all start the Who’s Better? debate, which I’m sure will be a very controversial one.

[the-ginger-avenger]

I do kinda feel bad for Lamb. While that whole spiel he gave Standish at the end of season one was mainly to stop her from asking questions about Partner's death, I do honestly believe he was telling the truth about why he was at Slough House. He really did choose to work at Slough House because he couldn't be a civilian but he also couldn't be out in the field anymore. He wanted to work at a place where nothing really mattered, where he could run out the clock (and part of me thinks the whole being a slob and not caring at all for his physical health is his way of trying to run that clock out a little faster), where he didn't have to worry about killing anyone, or worry about any of his people getting killed or hurt, and at first it was fine, it was just what he wanted

And then comes River Cartwright.

Lamb went to Slough House to be as far away from people like David Cartwright as possible and then here comes his freaking grandson. His grandson who is now one of his Joes, so he has to care, but it's fine, because he doesn't really, because this is Slough House and they don't do anything even remotely dangerous. He gets to sit around and insult River all day. It's perfect. Except that River Cartwright is a danger magnet, who's going to charge headfirst into danger, who's not going to listen, no matter what Lamb says. Lamb tells him to just drop the file off at the Park, don't do anything else, but no, River sticks his nose right into that mess and now Lamb has to get up and go break him out of the hospital closet and get him away from the Dogs. Lamb doesn't involve him in figuring out what happened to Dickie, but River goes off on his own and pieces everything together and plans to go to Cotswold even before Lamb tells him to. Lamb tells him to stay at Slough House to sort out the files, but no, River decides to try to save Standish himself and now Lamb has to get him out of the Park and away from the Dogs again.

The man just wanted a break. He just wanted to live the last few of his years not caring about anything, and then he gets dragged back into the life he tried to leave by the grandson of the very man who caused him to leave in the first place. He just wanted to get as close to retiring as he possibly could, and instead ended up in charge of disaster spy

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

movies with yrf after years

working in the bollywood directorial debut of already established people from the industry

working with critically acclaimed directors for the first time after previously rejecting offers from them

[rhymaes]

The Untamed (2019) // “You’re Not a Girl in a Movie,” Hala Allan

[hawnks]

due to car battery problems I did not walk across the stage which means I have missed 2 (two) separate college graduation ceremonies ✌️🎉

but also look!! my little plants have sprouted 🥺🥺

[astrangetorpedo]

imagine having a crush on someone while you're barley 20 and then finally getting together a decade later .. like wtf the romance of it all

[mifhortunach]

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[grondds-and-roses]

idk man but i think men who go online and talk about how women should cook and clean for their husbands are so so brave because they go around admitting to thousands of people that they can't cook and clean-aka can't do the basic skills that a human being needs to survive

[aly-s0ares]

in fact, i don’t owe an explanation, but i find it extremely difficult to touch people or to flirt with people if i don’t have any pre existing feelings for them prior. trust is big for me and love bombing doesn’t work like it use to anymore.

i’m very anxious, and i never know if i’m safe with someone so i don’t feel comfortable doing anything until i know that i wont be hurt by them. i’ve been through a lot and sometimes that type of attention can trigger that and it sucks and i know nobody likes it. i don’t even like it but it’s what it is now. i need to trust someone. i can’t force myself into a situation that makes me feel uncomfortable just because it’s annoying to someone else who just doesn’t understand it.

[purplesaline]

The vast majority of soldiers join the army for one of two reasons,

1. The money. And given soldiers pay isn't really anything to write home about this is usually people living in poverty and desperate for any way out.

2. People who have been brainwashed by the culture into believing that military service is noble and honorable, and they protect people (rather than corporate interests)

If you weren't someone who believed the lies then good for you, but that doesn't make you better than someone who didn't grow up with rhe same resources you had that allowed you to see past the curtain to the truth.

Many combat veterans who make it home are often disillusioned by the experiences they've had, and many more are disillusioned by the way their country has abandoned them in disability and poverty despite all they sacrificed.

Soldiers are just as much victims of the military industrial complex as anyone else, and while you don't have to honor them, blaming them and punishing them for the misdeeds of the system that chewed them up and spit them out is immoral and unjust.

And I don't fucking care who it is, you NEVER fucking trigger someone on purpose, especially for your own fucking entertainment. Aside from bring a garbage thing to do and fucking childish to boot, it's just fucking stupid. Are you trying to get innocent people killed???? Combat veterans ESPECIALLY are wired to respond to triggers with fight rather than flight and while it's unlikely you'd get harmed cause your coward ass would be miles away by the time those fireworks went off, there's a chance someone they live with could be hurt, or even killed, as a result.

Don't be a fucking asshole.

if you see ableism as a punishment to be wielded then you're just telling on yourself. you don't respect disabled people, you think the "good" disabled people have Earned being treated like human beings through good behavior.

which of course implies that the basic human dignity that you show other disabled people can be revoked.

people are literally obsessed with figuring out how to find an acceptable target for bigotry and violence so they can hurt people both without shame And while boosting their own egos about what good people they are for having hurt the "right" people. if your ideology isn't based on believing that all people deserve basic human dignity and kindness then it's shit ideology that's going to hurt people you consider "innocent" one day, if it hasn't already.

[xwiredearbuds2014x]

I FEEL THE NEED TO DO SOMETHING DRASTIC

[requiemforthestars]

Well yes! It's a bad thing when corporate greed and manufactured consumer apathy (like people not caring if book translations reflect how people speak in their mother tongue, or not demanding accurate subtitles) destroy what used to be an entire industry which people (creative people who love their work and who want to do it right?) used to be able to live well off. It's a horrible thing when you have to resign yourself to not having a career in a field that you dreamed off because there is just no work, and what work there is, is bottom feeding nonsense that will not be appreciated or paid well.

I thought you people cared about worker's rights and were against corporate greed or something? Guess it's only when it affects you!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

barely alternate version of that billions 4x12 scene

[totalswag]

hii, I’m not sure if you take request still but if so is there a possible way you can do a drew x singer!reader one shot take on how Sabrina “arrests” her fans before performing Juno for being too hot but the reader does it to Drew during her shows please 🫶🏼

arrested for being too hot — DREW STARKEY

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summary "arresting" drew, your boyfriend, during your show before performing your song from your new album.

warning(s) none!

You are on tour for your new album in-front of thousands of fans almost every night. You worked hard on this album and it turned out wonderfully. If it weren’t for the amazing fans of yours, you don’t know where you’d be in your career— they are the reason you are doing this.

Half way into the show— going amazing. The crowd tonight isn't disappointing you. Everything you've hoped for on this tour. You've performed eighteen songs and about to go onto your nineteenth. Played musical spin the bottle not long ago which was really fun.

Before Juno, you begin with a small "skit" where you call someone out in the crowd, arresting them for being too hot. This became a thing after your first show of the tour and doing it ever since. Plus, fans absolutely love it. Interacting with your fans has always been something you did and create those bonds.

Drew, your boyfriend, is attending the show with Madelyn Cline, a mutual friend and cast-mate of Drew's. You told him earlier today you wanted to arrest him in the middle of the show to get the audience excited and it would be fun.

Drew was all for it, and he didn't want you to tell him what you were going to say—he prefers surprises.

Your pink, glittering, dazzling clothing was sparkling in the lights. You pressed your free hand to your brow as though you were looking around for a call. With security, you could see Drew and Madelyn making their way to the front.

You begin by adjusting your earpiece while moving around the stage in your long skirt. "You guys know that moment when you are in a room filled with such beautiful looking people that you start to feel overwhelmed?" When fans applaud, you smile.

"Oh, girls, I think I just seen my future husband in the front row! Oh my god, girls, come here, come here," you say anxiously into the microphone, beckoning them over and waving your free hand.

You turn to face Drew as the girls approach you, asking, "Do you see that gorgeous looking man over in the front row with his arms crossed in the tan shirt?" You speak into the microphone aloud, pointing to Drew in the crowd.

Your girls joyfully waved at Drew while placing their hands on your shoulder. As Drew blushes on the big screen, the crowd reflexively turns up the volume in the arena. 

"What's your name handsome?" With your head cocked slightly to the right toward your shoulder, you inquire in jest. 

"Drew!" You can hear him when he places his hands on the side of his lips. He gives you a childlike smile and a flushed face.

You say, "I'm sorry I couldn't get that?" as though you couldn't hear him. Leaning forward more, you place your free hand behind your ear.

He shakes his head and utters "Drew!" a little louder. 

"Oh my Drew, I must say that you must be a magnet because you drew me in" brings a smile to your face. Your tone indicated that you were trying quite hard not to laugh, yet you kept your calm brilliantly.

Fans had their phones out, capturing the entire interaction. Nobody would have expected Drew to be the person arrested at your gigs since the tour began.

"Drew, you are under arrest for being too hot," you say aloud, smiling and pointing at him— fanning yourself, moving your hips side to side as the sound of sirens going off with blue and red lights behind.

You put your left elbow against your girls shoulder, "guys do you ever just see someone so good looking that you just don't know what to do and all your clothes fall off in that moment" your long skirt slips off smoothy.

"Like your brain just like malfunctions and like I just wanna handcuffed to you now like," one of your girls puts the pink fluffy handcuffs into your hand, you kneel down, "do you know what I mean? Will you take these from me?"

Drew is overwhelmed in this very moment— it's very obvious how much you are affecting him. Drew gives you a gimme me gesture with his fingers, ready to catch the hand cuffs.

He takes them in his hands, looks down, and feels the smooth texture of the fuzzy. He tilts his head to the side before slowly glancing up at you with a smirk—keep in mind that he's still on the big screen.

"We're gonna sing this one to you, Drew."

Juno's song intro starts playing. You wave goodbye to Drew and Madelyn as you return to the center of the stage. You could hear the two begin speaking to fans in the distance.

Drew and Madelyn met you in the dressing room following the show. After giving Madelyn a hug and thanking her for attending the event, you moved to approach Drew and put your arms around his neck while grinning.

"That was insane," Madelyn exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. "What about the full call-out and the handcuffs? Iconic! "You're the talk of the night; everyone is crazy about it."

You giggled as your face heated up. "It seemed right." "You should have seen his face!"

She laughs, "I got the whole thing on video, I'll send it to you later."

"I'm going to give you two some alone time, but you did such an amazing job tonight and looked so hot doing it," Madelyn adds, taking your hands in her and wiggling her brows. 

"Thank you, babe. I love you always," you say, hugging her before she leaves you and Drew alone. 

When you close the door, Drew comes behind you, placing his arms around your waist and kissing you on the cheek, making you laugh with the tenderness of his lips.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you did such an amazing job on stage and looked unbelievable in your outfits made me feel like the luckiest guy in the entire world." He expresses emotionally, which uplifts you. 

"Coming from you, it warms my heart baby. Forever grateful to have you in my life," you smile softly, leaning against his chest, feeling that sense of warmth you always feel whenever you are with him.

"And I'm forever grateful for you" he quietly responds, kissing the top of your head.

"So what are we gonna do with those pink fuzzy handcuffs?"

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[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Most Antivan Crows do not live long enough to experience a midlife crisis

The Crows supply their ranks generally from orphans, illegitimate or abandoned children, children purchased from slavery, whore houses and other similar sources. Some are born into the Crows already, but those would be a very small minority, for reasons explained below.

Lucanis mentions that Crow training involves a lot of acrobacy. After a brief search, sports with similar physical requirements such as gymnastics, ballet and martial arts have the ideal starting age in the range of 4-10 years, 15 at the latest, when the children's joints are still flexible (and their minds can be easily manipulated). Zevran is canonically stated to have been taken at the age of 7.

Crow training is intense and brutal, involving straight up torture as tests of pain tolerance. From the 18 fledglings of House Arainai taken in the same year as Zevran, only two survived to the end of their training (World of Thedas Vol. 2). Training with real weapons, harsh punishment, possibly the Spartan custom of underfeeding the children and driving them to stealing food for themselves to encourage learning stealth and resourcefulness, and very likely killing any who try to run away, all these are very likely factors for the high death rate among fledglings.

If the average age of newest Crow fledglings is 6, they might be ready for promotion to the rank of Assassin very well as early as the age of 14-15. This is where the second meat grinder starts, these new Crows will already have plenty experience, but the first solo contracts will still likely take many of them, either killed by their targets, by their Masters for failing the contract, or by themselves to avoid the pain and humiliation of returning to their Masters unsuccessful. This period might likely have the highest suicide rates in general, as the new Crows are still relatively emotionaly vulnerable but old enough to comprehend their position in the world and the weight of their actions.

Promotion to the rank of Assassin also certainly brings great benefits that only increase as the Crow's career progresses and their contracts bring them more coin. The comforts and opulence of Antiva are for them to take, and someone who has grown up only knowing hunger and pain will certainly not hold back. Alcohol, drugs, sex, all the addictions and diseases will surely take the lives of many Crows.

An Assassin's career begins early and ends early. To use sports and dance once again, most porfessional gymnasts and ballet dancers retire between the ages of 25 and 35 as their physical capabilities decline. Those who have survived this long will be granted the rank of Master and oversee the distribution of contracts and the training of fledglings, and will participate in actual assassinations much less. This is also where one might strive to become a Grandmaster or even a Talon. At this point, a Crow will have enough prominence within the organization that they might become a target themselves. Only the most skilled, well-connected and ruthless Crows will continue to rise and, most importantly, continue to live.

If a presumed average number of fledglings per House is around 20, 2-3 will make it to Assassin. In one Assassin's 20 years long career, that would make only about 50 new Assassins out of 400 fledglings. Probably only about a half of those will make it to 35. Even fewer will make it to 50. Out of 400 children bought or stolen from the streets.

Caterina Dellamorte is over 70 years old.

[kashverse]

on today’s episode of career development at the sukuna household, your toddler has discovered a passion for the beauty industry. it all begins with you.

you, a mother with little time, attempting to make your nails look somewhat presentable between juggling a toddler, a husband, a business of your own, and not to mention your sanity. and, of course, sukuna, ever the provider, barks at you the second he notices you even thinking about paying for them yourself.

"the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"painting my nails?" you say, mid-stroke.

"nah, not that. the part where you paid for them yourself," he grumbles, folding his arms. "what kinda husband would i be if i let my woman spend her own money on nails?"

"a normal one?" you offer.

"don’t be ridiculous," he scoffs, pulling out his phone. "from now on, i’ll have someone booked for you. weekly." you sigh, rolling your eyes. but before you can protest, a tiny voice pipes up from beside you.

"…mama, do mine?"

your daughter is fascinated by the process. she watches intently as you carefully paint her tiny nails, eyes wide with wonder. the next day, she proudly declares:

"i be nail artist now."

and so it begins. your toddler, now a professional (self-appointed), practices daily with her little kid-friendly nail polish set. her technique is… chaotic, to say the least. colors clash. lines are questionable. top coats? optional. but her most loyal customer?

her father.

"papa, sit," she commands one evening, patting the floor in front of her. sukuna, who had been minding his own business, quirks a brow. "what?"

"sit."

he glances at you. you shrug. "she’s the boss." with a dramatic sigh, sukuna plops down. his daughter gets to work.

thirty minutes later, sukuna, the big bad wolf of the corporate world, sits with his hands and feet covered in glittery, pastel-colored nail polish. "there," his daughter says, nodding in satisfaction. he stares at his nails.

"…you tryna kill my reputation?"

she gasps, scandalized. "no!"

"then why the hell am i sparkly?"

"it’s good luck," she insists, crossing her arms. "you can’t take it off."

he stares at her. then at you. then back at her.

"…yeah, alright," he mutters.

so, naturally, he goes to the gym the next day with the nails fully intact. as expected, no one dares say shit. except for choso. poor, unsuspecting choso, who is midway through a heavy set, looks up to see his terrifying older brother gripping the weights with glittery, pastel-colored nails.

he immediately fumbles his lift. weights clang to the ground.

"fuck," choso wheezes, sitting up. "what the hell is on your hands?"

sukuna flexes his fingers. "fashion."

choso gapes at him.

"and luck," sukuna adds, smirking.

choso is still in shock. "what—who—"

"your niece," sukuna says simply. "she’s a nail tech now. gotta support the business." choso buries his face in his hands. "i hate this family."

meanwhile, in the background, nanami—who has seen far too much—quietly removes his glasses and massages his temples.

"i should have gone into teaching," he mutters.