#upm works

[51-queer-frogs]

killllll meeeeeee

[caimitos]

there r no group of people more superstitious that students about to take a test.....my bangs r pissing me off but i'm too scared to cut them until november i'm sleeping next to my reviewers and i got my pencils sharpened by some lecturers i really liked for good luck. they're labeled and tucked away safely and i'm beginning to realize this is probably how white women are with their crystals

[baelabong]

ꜱᴀᴀɴ? (ᴡᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

rq: yessiree @geeminz

pairing: ump (international student)wonyoung x La Salle fem!reader

Plot: y/n being hotheaded after school. Almost screams her head off at some poor girl. Thank goodness Wonyoung’s beautiful face calmed the crazy girl

Note: ik this isnt that good or well written but i couldnt think of a cute interaction 💔💔

It was just another hectic afternoon along Taft Avenue, where the relentless Manila heat made everything feel ten times more chaotic. The sidewalk was a river of students—some in the distinct green and white of De La Salle University, others in the maroon of UP Manila—rushing to their next classes, ducking into nearby coffee shops, or hailing jeepneys.

You—Y/N, a third-year student at La Salle—were trying to navigate through the throng with your arms full of books. The weight of your bag was digging into your shoulder, and the sweat was starting to form at your temples. The last thing you needed was another reason to be late for class.

As you weaved through the crowd, someone brushed past you with just enough force to make you lose your balance. The collision sent your books tumbling to the ground, and you felt a spark of irritation flare up inside you. You turned around, ready to go off on whoever it was that had caused this mess, fully expecting to see some careless brat who couldn’t be bothered to watch where they were going.

But before you could unleash your frustration, you found yourself looking at a girl around your age, with a UPM lanyard around her neck and a concerned expression on her face. She immediately bent down to help gather your scattered books, her movements quick and efficient.

“I’m so sorry!” she said, her voice laced with genuine worry. The sound of her voice stopped you in your tracks—it was soft and sweet, the kind of voice that could melt even the hardest heart. Any anger you felt immediately began to dissipate as you watched her carefully stack your books.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress the last remnants of your irritation as you knelt down to help her. “It’s… it’s okay. I wasn’t really paying attention either,” you said, though you knew that wasn’t entirely true. The truth was, you were caught off guard by her unexpected kindness, and it left you feeling disarmed.

Once the books were gathered, she stood up and handed them back to you, her smile gentle and sincere. “I’m really sorry about that. I should’ve been more careful.”

For a moment, you just stared at her, trying to reconcile the image you had in your head—the bratty student you’d been ready to snap at—with the sweet, apologetic girl standing in front of you. You were about to brush it off, when you realized she was waiting for you to say something.

“Uh, thanks,” you mumbled, still trying to process the sudden shift in your mood. “It’s no big deal, really.”

She smiled again, this time a bit more relaxed, and held out her hand. “I’m Wonyoung, by the way. I’m sorry we had to meet like this.”

You shook her hand, feeling that same strange spark you’d felt earlier. “Y/N,” you replied. “And yeah, it’s… not the best first impression, I guess.”

Wonyoung chuckled, a light sound that made you feel strangely at ease. “Well, at least it’s memorable, right?”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “Yeah, I suppose so. Are you heading to class too?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, glancing at her watch. “I have a class over at PGH, but I’m running a bit late, as usual.”

“PGH? So you’re a med student?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Something like that,” she said with a small smile, but then her expression shifted slightly as if she remembered something but not before you said“Wonyoung… that’s an unusual name. Are you an international student?”

She blinked, caught off guard by the question. It wasn’t often that people asked about her name so directly. “Yeah, I am. I’ve been here for a while, though. My parents moved here for work when I was younger, so I guess you could say I’m a local now.”

“That’s cool,” you said, and she could see the genuine interest in your eyes. “It’s always nice to meet people from different backgrounds. Makes this city feel a bit smaller, you know?”

She nodded, feeling a strange warmth in her chest. There was something about Wonyoung that made you feel at ease, like you could talk to her for hours without running out of things to say. But as the pedestrian light turned green and the crowd began to move, you realized you couldn’t stand there chatting all day.

As you both started walking, you found yourselves naturally falling into step with each other, the conversation flowing as easily as if you’d known each other for years. You talked about everything—school, the challenges of being a student in Manila, even the best places to eat around Taft.

When you finally reached the intersection where your paths would diverge, Wonyoung hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Hey, I know this might be random, but would you want to grab a coffee sometime? I mean, if you’re not too busy with school and all.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, surprised by the invitation but also excited by the possibility. “I’d like that,” you replied, your smile widening. “I’m usually at the café near DLSU after classes. Maybe we could meet there?”

“Sounds perfect,” Wonyoung said, her own smile brightening. “I’ll see you then, Y/N.”

With a final wave, Wonyoung headed off towards PGH, while you continued on your way to class, a spring in your step and a smile on your face.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Hi folks! UPM, a Finnish forest industry company, is planning on cutting down forest in Rokansaari — an island that spans five square kilometers in Lake Saimaa. Rokansaari has often been described to be a hidden gem and a paradise island, known for its natural sandy beaches, eskers, and lush beautiful pine forests. It’s very popular among travellers, boaters, tourists, all kinds of people really. Some of the forests on the island are even 130 years old.

The areas that UPM is planning on cutting down are labelled as a protected area, but that really only means that you can’t build things there. “Careful cutting” of these forests is fine. Do you know what UPM’s definition of “careful cutting” is, according to their previous work in other parts of Rokansaari?

…Yeah. And now they’re back to cut down the rest of the area they have.

Anyway, Greenpeace has made a petition to urge UPM to not cut down Rokansaari’s forests! They’ve succeeded in telling UPM off before in 2016, when they managed to keep another similar island safe. I hope they’ll be able to do it again, so I’m sharing the petition! I’m not sure if non-Finns can sign it, but if not, sharing it would be enough. We need more people on this case!

[quilly72]

"going live in 3 minutes guys be sure to not miss it"

She sent her tweet off. Kayla slowly sauntered over to her computer ready to boot up her account.

With a click of the button the computer whirred to life. The screen lighting up. Her webcam flashed green as it broadcasted her feed back to her. Kayla shimmied for the camera. The video reflecting her movements milliseconds later. Kayla flipped her only fans account on as she started broadcasting.

Her viewers slowly filed in. Ten viewers 50 then close to 200 as more and more filed into the stream by the second.

Kayla giggled as she stepped back. She lifted her massive mammaries for the camera shaking them as she waited for everyone to log on.

"alright and it's time to go."

"welcome to today's stream as you frequent viewers may know today is customs Friday. Where you guys send in your requests and I act them out for you. Today we have a special request. "

She leaned forward her cleavage draping down her viewers staring into her cleavage as her bra unveiled her prized possessions.

She came back up with a brown box cover in scotch tape. She ripped open the packaging as she plucked out a smallef white box inside a shiny bright pink pill rolling around. She held it between two fingers showing it to the camera as she kicked the box off screen.

"now normally I wouldn't eat or drink something I couldn't identify but... With a big of a donation as this one came with. I don't think I could really deny this one." She smiled for the came as she shuffled in place.

"today's request also asked for a skin color bra and panties of my choice." She waved her hands around her body for emphasis " and then said to just go with whatever I feel like doing after swallowing the pill so I guess we'll figure it out."

She held the pink pill in front of her eyes. It glimmered in the sun light as she licked her lips. Playing it up for the camera

She dangled the pill above her mouth as she opened wide. Dropping the pill onto her tongue as she let it sit. The sweet taste spreading across her mouth as she swallowed.

"now I don't know how quickly this will work so this might be a longer stream."

Kayla sat in front of her camera answering questions and taking donations as she waited.

A couple minutes in with still no effects she started to cave

"I'm sorry to whoever asked for this custom I don't think your pill is working if you want a refund I understand I'll try and make it up to you late.. er..."

Kayla grew distracted as she felt her stomach rumble. Her body pressing outwards as she felt her chest tighten. Kayla winced as she felt a jolt spread across her skin. Her bra croaked as her boobs swole out.

"what was that" she pondered as she looked around her body. She sized her boobs upm her bra unmistakably tighter than before.

"did you guys see that"

She showered the chat but her fans were mostly unhelpful mostly appreciating the fact that she had just jutted her chest forward for them.

Kayla readjusted the cups. Her boob slightly swelling over the fabric as she struggled to fit them. "Did I gain weight why don't these fit anymo..."

Kayla stopped as she felt it again. Her body rumbling and tightening. Her body had a slight tremble as she waited in silence. Suddenly her body jolted again as if she had just been hit with the cold shivers. The feeling racing up her spine and spreading across her skin.

Her bra creaked again. The straps digging into her shoulders. Bending her skin outwards as they turned red. Her boobs noticeably swelled over the cups. Her cleavage indenting at the seam line as it struggled to fit inside.

Her legs tickled as she felt them twinge. They felt like they strectched out to her. She shot her gaze down as she swore she saw her feet inch across the hardwood floor.

"what's happening" she muttered. She stared back at the cam as she gave a fake smile. "I think it's finally kicking in this might be a good stream after all guys" she faked confidence as she quickly tried to figure out what was happening to her.

She heffted her boobs as she tried to stuff her boobs back I to her bra now noticeably too small. Her cleavage noticeably deeper now by a couple inches. "Did they get bigger . But how. That's not possible not this fast atleast" she muttered.

Kayla gasped slightly her body tightening again. She whimpered under her breath as she felt her body tremble and shoot off again. A slight Yelp leaving her moth as she grew.

Her chest jutted forward involuntarily as if she was thrown forward from the force of it. Her bra shot off all at once. Her straps tearing at the shoulder as her bra flew to the ground. Kayla raised her arms to cover herself. Smashing her cleavage in either arm as she hugged her body.

"I'm sorry you guys don't get that without permissi... Fuuuc"

Kayla felt her body tighten again. "How's this happening... What did you do to me"

She yelled at her computer. "What was I that pii...".

She was cut off as she shot upwards. Her legs planting against the floor as she raised up. Kayla stumbled losing her balance. Her head soaring half a foot higher. Her panties dug in as her ass swelled. She reached back grabbing it as she felt it strain against the tiny piece of cloth. "Too tight"

Kayla stumbled to her computer "guys I think imma have to end the stream I don't know what's happening but I think I need medical attention." Even as she reached for the end stream button. Her viewership raised. She moved the mouse towards the bottom as her body tightened again. She winced as she tried to force her body to move. Her arm freezing in place as she felt the bolt shoot across her again. Her boobs surged forward. Pulling her down into her desk. Her viewers catching an eyeful. As her cleavage smashed and bulged against the wood. She pulled herself up as her torso and legs shot off again.

Her panties shredded of of her as they fell to the floor below. Her feet strectched across the cool wood as she felt her legs spasm and bolt upwards. Her head soaring up a foot taller as she flung her arms out for balance.

Kayla took several steps backwards as she avoided falling.

Her gaze shot to the monitor her viewership quintupling. "Someone call for help I need the Los Angeles emergency service...."

Kayla shot up again without warning. She panted as her head soared upwards. "I can't stop how do I stop."

She turned towards the computer "how do I stop tell me someone help me".

The stream ignored her as more people piled in. Kayla panicked as she reached up. Her arms folding against the ceiling. Her head. Mere inches from crashing into it. Her breath picked up as she realized the seriousness of her problem.

Kayla shot up again. Her head folding against the roof as the drywall cracked. She fell to her knees. The hardwood underneath her groaning and bending down into the ground. She barely lost a foot of height even on her knees. Her head still uncomfortably close to the ceiling.

" I'm too big I'm way too big. I can't even fit through my doors. How am I gonna get out of here. What did you do to me. Why did you do it. What am I gonna

She shot up again. Kayla squeeled as her head folded against the roof again. Her shoulders denting the ceiling with their impact.

She bent forward. Her back curving as it pressed against the top of her room. Her bed and wardrobe croaked and groaned as she involuntary pushed them and cracked them. Her legs cleavage and feet running out of room.

"I'm gonna destroy my house I can't stop."

"when is it gonna stop."

She stared at her monitor. The feed only catachingthe top half of her body as she stared longingly for a response.

None came as she saw her viewership continue to skyrocket.

"no no no please don't grow I'm too big I can't keep"

Her body protested as she doubled in height instantaneously. Her head punched through wall as she folded down. Her shoulders denting the rest of the wall in as they caught on the frame. Her legs crossed over each other struggling to fit. Her feet pressed to her ass as she felt her butt encroach the roof. Her arms pinned underneath her cleavage as she struggled to breathe against the pressure. Her furniture and monitor crushed u der her thighs and hips as they filled the room edge to edge.

Her viewers struggling to figure out what news station would pick this up first. Kayla turned her head knocking a vase to the floor as she gritted her teeth. "Stupid stupid stupid. Why would you eat that pill what was the best that would've happened.. "

"when am I going to stop how do I keep getting bigGER."

Kayla spurted again. Her ass cracked into the attic as her cleavage and shoulders pressed throughthe wall that once supported her bedroom. Her head grew further into her house. Her forehead knocking in her front door as it creaked and splintered slightly. Her feet and legs smashed through her outer wall. Her neighbors staring as two massive legs flung around I. The yard. Squashing the landscaping and fences.

Inside Kayla grunted. "Can't fit can't stop someone please HELP"

She shot up again. Her head burst through her front door. Her torso quickly sliding against the rest of the house as her head slid out into the driveway. Her car rollingto thesideas she shoulder checked it. Her ass finally grew out of the house as she managed to stand up. Her arms no longer pinned underneath her. As she leaned back. Her house croaked and fell as she plowed through it. Bringing her legs Infront of her out I to the street.

Kayla spurted again. Her legs accidentally smashing into eh neighbors house. The small cottage falling around her calves. "Sorry I acnr STOP"

She spurted again her head flying up. The house now smaller than her foot. "Fuck I'm big"

She stood up shakily theteo stories coming up to her knees... She spurted again. Now her calves almostherankles.

Kayla heard muffled screams as she spurted again. Her feet more than likely growing into several other houses as they started to cover the block. Her head rasing up do hughshe could barely even see the people below.

She spurted again. Her growth incomprehensible to her at this point. The tallest houses falling under her ankles as she methe height of skyscrapers.

"sorry I can't stop. Someone please help me I can't stop GROWING"

She lurched up again. The skyscrapers only coming to her waist as below her feet lay k too of blocks and blocks of rubble and smoke.

Kayla stepped out of the city. Slowly but surely as the news followed her. The small time porn model slowly outgrowing everything around her as her body covered the state spurt by spurt.

[kaeso4ka]

A titan falls from the sky, but not the one you expect to see

Pairing: yandere Optimus Prime x reader

You saluted silently as you passed the captain. He looked gaunt: the last sortie had brought the Survey Corps a lot of corpses. Mutilated, chewed up. Dead. With a look of pain in their eyes that was forever frozen.

Here, for a long time, the dead were not counted: everyone knew they were expendable. To do anything, for the victory of humanity; to give their heart - sometimes literally.

You didn't know how you got into the Survey Corps. Or rather, no, she didn't. You knew why you were brought here in the first place. You were too weak for police or wall guards. Not the best of the best: they didn't allow them to keep the bigwigs and civilians safe. But how did you get into the army, with your temper...?

The answer was simple: you had nothing to lose. In a world surrounded by high walls, it was hard to find happiness. While the struggle - the eternal struggle against a huge, terrifying enemy - led you forward.

Toward freedom.

***

The fifty-eighth Survey Corps foray beyond the walls turned out to be another bloody feast for the Titans. Your wing was completely shattered: you were the only survivor. The horse beneath you was bucking, galloping fast. The horse was wounded: one of the five-meter titans, obviously a deviant, had swung at you minutes earlier, but only caught the animal.

Your heart was beating somewhere in your throat, and your sweat-wet hair blocked your view. You had to find survivors from the other squads and then make your way to the walls: it was too long before nightfall to wait for it.

A bright flash in the sky to your right caught your attention: something was falling from the sky. A bright ball of fire cut through the blue, and afterward flashed even brighter, blinding you for a moment. The horse beneath you spooked, reared up; and you flew down. There was a terrible crashing sound.

“Stop, you vile brute!”

You fell face right into the mud, miraculously not breaking your neck; you froze. There was no one around you. The Titans seemed to have gone to where the people were most numerous; and the rest of you was forgotten.

But not for long. Oh, and then there's that... Flash!

You looked up at three o'clock and marveled. Something huge was towering where the bright fireball had fallen. Was it... Titan? You weren't sure: it wasn't the tallest individual, but he was different. Very different! There were so many differences in him, from his appearance to his behavior. And how did he end up in that ball falling from the sky...?

You spit on the ground, the taste of grass in your mouth. Wiped her face with the sleeve of her torn uniform. Well, I wonder, if you finish off this titan and bring the remains back to the base, will you be promoted then?

Pulling your swords out of their sheaths, you jerked forward and then took off. The 3DMG, fortunately, was not damaged in the fall and was working properly. The trees were sparse and small, but it was enough to fly above the titan and aim for his scruff.

The wind whipped at her face, but it didn't make her feel any better. You always lost control of yourself when you were flying at full speed on the UPM. Flying is a beautiful thing. And yet, even with your UPM skills, you've never killed a single titan in your entire service.

It was time for the first one.

As you spun in the air, you swung downward, straight for the neck...

... and was immediately grabbed by a metallic grip. Literally metal.

The palm that gripped you was like stone. It wasn't the usual rough titanium skin, no. And the titan itself... Bright, red-blue, with luminous blue eyes....

You braced yourself for death. Right now, this thing's gonna squeeze your hand and crush you. Or bite your head off, like its kin like to do?

Neither of those things happened. The fingers that were clutching you relaxed. The titan opened his palm, and you were surprised to note that you were still... Alive. And healthy. And sitting in the palm of this strange creature's hand... Not a titan! In stature and size, yes, but now you could clearly see that it was not their kin. Not an insane killing machine that wanted to devour all humans in its path.

You looked at the 3DMG. It was definitely broken now: this titan hadn't calculated its power to keep the device normal. It was too high to jump, and you wouldn't reach the walls on your own feet.

You swallowed, and then looked at the blue lights that replaced the creature's eyes. Oh, now you could get a good look at it. And you could have sworn he was looking at you... Mockingly? No, condescending! And interested.

And... Reasonable?

The Titan opened his mouth - so unusual! - and a strange mixture of crackles and clicks filled the space. You bowed your head. Were you being spoken to? You're the first person to be spoken to by... This?

“I don't understand,” you smiled confusedly, and the huge titan fell silent.

Loud pops caught your attention: the red lights of smoke flares were rising to the sky. The recon corps' sortie was a failure.

But that was for the others. You had a new mission to accomplish.

***

You didn't know what it was, but it was… Cool.

That day the titan took you to the forest of the Big Trees. The unexpected guest from the sky was not afraid of titans: no deviants, big or small. The red-blue one could shoot fire - or what was that blue stuff? - could change his body with a strange mixture of sounds, and was also extremely comprehensible.

When the titans saw you in the palm of a giant's hand, they tried to attack. They didn't react to the red-blue man himself, even when he turned his hand into a blade and began to slash at them. Then you attracted his attention with a shout and hit yourself on the neck, saying, Watch where you hit.

And you were understood!

The red-blue was easily destroying titan after titan - destroying technically - while managing not to drop you to the ground from a decent height.

You, meanwhile, were delighted. You still didn't fully understand what was happening, but... Who cares what! What matters is that you're with you.

***

You were sitting on the giant's shoulder. He was making strange noises, unlike anything you were familiar with.

You were... Afraid. The creature was strange, but not aggressive to you; it was deep night now, and all the titans were asleep.

You wondered what to do. Take it outside the walls? Would he go? And how would people react? No, there had to be another way out of here.

You should have gone home alone first, thought it over, reported back to your command. Then decide what to do about the red and blue guy.

You fixed the 3DMG. A broken 3DMG. You sighed. It seemed it wasn't fated to come back. At least, not like this.

You sat on the strange titan's shoulder again and fell into a restless sleep.

Only then Optimus Prime allowed himself a smile full of adoration that you could recognize without any words.

He had found you, and he wouldn't let you go.

[ishuess]

With the whole chaos going on, I have a few things to say here..(a neutral perspective) This might not reach the involved individuals but here we go:

Fans fighting Fans: Do any of us realise that the fans which are arguing and fighting, their idols or whoever they r a fan of, are if not best friends, friends atleast civil with each other. So why don't we also follow their footsteps.

Digging out past: In their personal clash of opinions, they start dragging the celeb's past. Do they forget that those celebs r also human first and they can make past mistakes when just like us. I'm sure most young people have had some bad relationships that didn't work out, or hook ups or whatever. They are allowed to have personal lives. How would u like if someone dug out ur past relationship or your body count and presented in public with a possibility that three quarter of it is false or lie. If you can't understand the meaning of the term 'privacy' then atleast try to look up the term 'empathy'.

PR to make good impression: The term PR means 'public relations.' More than good reputation, it works as a barrier between personal life and professional life. Nobody announces their personal life in their work space to their boss. In case of celebs, the audience and the fans are the boss. They have every right to have a PR. So if someone shames a fan for believing in PR stories then I'm sorry to tell u but that's the whole point of PR to make believe. And if you know smth personal about the celeb you don't have the right to sell it on internet. Again the reason is privacy and empathy.

Fans becoming offended when their idols are questioned: Saying this from a neutral perspective, every celeb is asked what they do. Each one of them faces trolls. Even Ishan did face trolls and some of them were big celebs themselves but there is a saying, "Actions speak louder than words." Every starkid faces questions like, what does he/she do? and that they r there because of their family but do you ever see Ananya Pandey or Babil or Arjun Kapoor act like they owe explanation. They just work to prove themselves. Then why do 'certain' fans get worked up. Relax and understand this is the social world where these celebs will have to face such things. Trolling is smth each and every celeb faces and if you keep defending ur idol, it's waste of time. I would suggest that wait for the day ur idol shuts them by their work.

Homophobia and clash of opinions: Assuming people's sexuality and degrading others opinion is also very wrong. Yeah ok u think they r straight while the other thinks they r gay. None of you know the actual answer, only the person in question knows that. Then why would u both argue to prove your point. Sometimes it's not even about gender, it's about the person and thier nature that one falls in love with. So you're free to assume ur opinion but not free to degrade other's opinion and make them guilty about it.

Respecting the boundaries of being a fan: there's a nice and simple way of being a fan- appreciate and accept. Just appreciate whoever you're a fan of and accept that some might not like them. And before shaming the other celeb, think once of your idol will like it or not.

So a simple summary of the situation is

-have empathy and respect boundaries of the celebs.

-take jokes and accept that there is no point in fighting.

-enjoy ur time as a fan without ruining others experience.

-past is past and people change and grow upm

That was my general perspective. You're still free to form opinions but please do it respectfully and peacefully. This is not a battleground. I hope some people find this as an eye opener and if not realise their mistakes but atleast read it with an open mind and consider your actions. Wishing you a good day ahead.

[val-victory]

Its fucking 2024 and People still don't congratulate me on my Hair everytime we meet. this is fucked upm like please next time you go to Victory Road and see someone with the literally coolest haircut in all of Unova then plesse give her 1 Compliment. she works really hard on that.

[writergeekrhw]

Since SAG-AFTRA is asking its members to vote for strike authorization, and there have also been rumors of DGA considering doing the same, I was wondering: what's at stake for actors and directors in comparison to writers in terms of the issues the strike is focusing on like residuals and AI? Do you think it's likely those groups will strike too? (Sorry if you're not the person to ask about this)

Well, the problem with slowly working my way through a long queue is that this question is now well out of date. The DGA took a deal, like they always do (no surprise). SAG-AFTRA has a strike authorization. As to what's at stake:

FOR DIRECTORS: AI can potentially create shooting schedules, shot lists, call sheets, all straight from a script, taking away work from ADs and UPMs. The DGA says they've gotten protection from this. I'm a little skeptical. I'm not sure their language is bulletproof, but we'll see. Of course, if the actors, sets, and scripts all end up being generated by algorithms, there won't be anything for directors or other DGA members to do. Studios will be able to automate the entire content process. As to residuals, the DGA used our strike as leverage to get some gains. Less than I think they could have gotten if they'd walked, but DGA gonna DGA.

FOR ACTORS: So-called AI is already coming for actors. Voice actors are looking at a doomsday scenario where computer generated voices could take away their voice acting jobs completely, and very very soon. If a CG character doesn't need an actor to voice it and give a reference performance, that's the end of hiring actors for animation. And once CG becomes completely photo-realistic, that'll be the end of acting. Actors will be replaced by either completely computer generated "characters" or digital recreations of today's stars will end up acting in everything going forward forever, which means no new jobs for anyone else. That's an existential crisis for them, so if they can't get protections from CG "actors," I predict they'll strike.

At least that's how I see it.

Singularity coming.

Unless we stop it. It's now or never.

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Researchers unveil new digital twin for precise real-time analysis of composite materials production

Researchers from IMDEA Materials Institute and the Technical University of Madrid (UPM) have developed an innovative digital twin that enables real-time analysis of composite materials manufacturing. The breakthrough was presented in The International Journal of Advanced Manufacturing Technology in an article titled A digital twin for intelligent manufacturing of structural composites via liquid molding. The publication is the work of IMDEA Materials researchers, Prof. Carlos González and Drs. Joaquín Fernández-León and Keayvan Keramati, along with Dr. Luis Baumela (UPM). In the paper, the authors present a digital twin for analyzing the manufacturing process of structural composite materials using resin transfer molding (RTM).

Read more.

[the-lunacy-system]

how are youuu

I'm doing good!

I'm working on a website for Locibarpulo, and I'm going to revise our declaration of independence a bit, work on the constitution some

It's been difficult, with our only really serious co-founder being, well, unable to serve his role for the foreseeable future, but we have to keep government stuff moving, especially with the UPM getting more developed!

I'm also going to revise the citizenship application, and draw up some forms for other stuff, like business registration and name changes

[lovingsylvia]

!NEW RELEASE!

Title: Sylvia Plath Day by Day, Volume 1: 1932-1955

Author: Carl Rollyson

Publication date: 15 August 2023

Pages: 400

Publisher: University Press of Mississippi (UPM)

Image source (cover & description): https://www.upress.state.ms.us

About the book:

“A fascinating investigation into the life and art of one of America’s greatest poets       

Since Sylvia Plath’s death in 1963, she has become the subject of a constant stream of books, biographies, and articles. She has been hailed as a groundbreaking poet for her starkly beautiful poems in Ariel and as a brilliant forerunner of the feminist coming-of-age novel in her semiautobiographical The Bell Jar. Each new biography has offered insight and sources with which to measure Plath’s life and influence. Sylvia Plath Day by Day, a two-volume series, offers a distillation of this data without the inherent bias of a narrative.

Volume 1 commences with Plath’s birth in Boston in 1932, records her response to her elementary and high school years, her entry into Smith College, and her breakdown and suicide attempt, and ends on February 14, 1955, the day she wrote to Ruth Cohen, principal of Newnham College, Cambridge, to accept admission as an “affiliated student at Newnham College to read for the English Tripos.”

Sylvia Plath Day by Day is for readers of all kinds with a wide variety of interests in the woman and her work. The entries are suitable for dipping into and can be read in a minute or an hour. Ranging over several sources, including Plath’s diaries, journals, letters, stories, and other prose and poetry—including new material and archived material rarely seen by readers—a fresh kaleidoscopic view of the writer emerges.

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"Sylvia Plath Day by Day, Volume 1: 1932–1955 fills the lacunae of existing biographies and uncovers new insights into its subject, as when Plath writes about her experiences at Smith, hearing ‘nasty little tag ends of conversation directed at you and around you, meant for you, to strangle you on the invisible noose of insinuation.’ Or her months in New York at Mademoiselle, which grow less mysterious here. Again, Carl Rollyson has provided us with an indispensable book on Sylvia Plath." “

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[power-chords]

Most guys my age wanted to be ballplayers or rock stars, but I dreamt of working behind the gates of South Works from the first time I witnessed a shift change.

The images always reminded me of war movies as I watched men enter the gates with heads held high and shoulders squared, and watch later as the battle weary survivors of the previous battle exited with shoulders slumped and heads hung low but calling to each other seemingly ready to celebrate the end of their mission with shots and beers.

I finally realized that dream as young man, barely 17 but able to alter my birth certificate to add 2 years to my age and was accepted to work in the 30" UPM.

My first day was a cacophony of almost overwhelming sights and sounds accompanying an almost surrealistic dance of man and machines working and moving steel plates. Men marking and measuring and stamping heat treat numbers into steel. Huge undulating beds moving plates to travel along blocks-long rolling lines, men with hooks threading chains between steel bundles to be hoisted by huge overhead cranes and delivered to other waiting men with hooks in train cars and on truck beds.

It was a job I thought I'd have forever. A job that proved my worth and ability to provide for my young family and give them a better life. But it was not to be. Within 10 years all of the hope withered and I watched my plant, my neighborhood and my dreams slowly dismantled and forgotten.

A commenter on the Southeast Chicago Historical Society, regarding the South Works U.S. Steel plant that was shuttered in 1992.

[lichfucker]

I always forget I worked with a upm who was at rocketjump for a couple years, and then they'll mention vghs or anime crimes division on dndads and I'll remember very suddenly. the degrees of separation are always smaller than I think

[haruchiyos]

What do you do ?😯

I’m assuming this is in ref to my last post, but I freelance as of right now. Working whatever set/film prod positions im able to get myself given I’m still a student (bottom of the totem pole sobs). Currently involved with sports broadcasting and production. Goal is to work as a producer and or UPM.

[quilly72]

You tried holding it back for so long but you felt your body grow weak. The new hire not even consciously testing your strength as she strutted back and forth. It was just you and her and you couldn’t peel your eyes away. Her thick body enticing you as she paced back and forth.

“what are we gonna do how are we gonna work this out.. are you even listening”

You met the new hires eyes as she stared coldly at you. She huffed as she turned back around. Your mind fought a loosing battle as you gave into your gift. Suddenly she stopped her arms falling to her sides as her body heated upm she groaned and grunted as her body pressurized and built up it’s energy ‘WHAT HAPPENING TO MEEeeeEEEe! “

You watched as her bust shattered through her shirt. Her bra snapping off underneath in seconds. Her pencil neck skirt busting a couple seams as her legs inches out from underneath"what the fuck just happened”

You dare not make eye contact as she strutted over to you. Her legs wobbling in her too small heels as she tried to assess the situation. “Do you know… How did I just… Grow”

You whimpered and cowered back as you tried not to imagine her bigger. Your mind fighting for control. You knew going back into he real world was a mistake but you couldn’t help yourself. The thoughts and pleasures grew in your head as she approached you.

She twitched again as she felt the same pressure build up. “no it’s happening agaAiiain”

Her arms raced out of her sleeves. Her boobs bulging just a bit further out as her skirt opened up wide in the back. Her waist indenting at the waistband as she tried to peel it off. She winced as she struggled against the fabric. She fell to her knees right in front of you as you avoided eye contact.

“do you know… What’s … Happening”

She stared into your soul as she started to piece the puzzle together. Your shy demeanor. Your refusal to make prolonged eye contact. The boner growing in your pants. She bit her

Pen tip as she started to seduce you. “Your causing this aren’t you.”

You didn’t dare answer as you coiled against the wall. She crawled toward you as she rested her bust on your dick. Her weight crushing it as you twitched. Your mind raced with thoughts as the idea of her growing swelled larger in your brain. “I guess there’s only onr real way to find out if your the source”

She pulled her hands towards your pants as she undid the button. Slowly undoing the zipper. She didn’t get far before you made her grow again

She surged taller her shirt busting off her as her skirt fell to the ground. Her panties onthin ice as they strained against her. Her heels popped off her swelling feet. As she grew to your height. Her kneeling position hiding just how long and thick her legs were.

She licked her lips as she hungrily looked into your eyes “it is you”

You sputtered trying to explain yourself.

“it’s a curse.. anytime I think about a woman to much I make them…”

She hushed you as she ripped your pants off your small frame.

Her tits descending down on your rock hard dick as she started getting them up and down. “I want more” “don’t stop until I say so”

You focused on her as she brought you closer to orgasm. You threw your head back closing your eyes as you splurged out into her cleavage. All you heard was the sounds of panties tearing. Her legs pushing everyone to the edge of the room and her head bump the ceiling. “It’s a good start but we can do better” you heard before she descended again