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TOL - Like a virgin (1) - Bucky Barnes
Summary: You need money. Hansen’s agency offers the right kind of trade.
Pairing: DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader
Characters: Lloyd Hansen, unnamed other reader (Hansen’s girl)
Warnings: money problems, sex for money, selling your virginity, blindfolding, sex with a stranger, groping, oral (fem rec), fingering, teasing, dirty talk, loss of virginity, slow sex, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Bucky, undefined age gap, dad’s best friend trope, Lloyd being Lloyd, language, mentions of past death of a loved one, fluff
A/N: This story is part of my: Traders of love (lust) masterlist
A/N2: It's also a request fill for my 16.666 followers celebration masterlist. Sorry, this took me so long. I'm working on all the requests left for this celebration.
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“Do you know what you get yourself into if you sign this contract?” Lloyd Hansen, the devil with blue eyes asks.
“I need to money and uh…I tried anything else. I worked my ass off and even sold my car. It’s no use,” you exhale deeply to calm your racing heart. “The debts are eating me alive, and the only thing left that I could sell is my…virginity.”
He watches you squirm in your seat, amused, and aroused at the same time. “Aw, you’re a cute little cupcake. I’d love to have a taste of you myself, but I don’t shit where I eat – you know.”
Lloyd cocks a brow when you reread the standard contract he handed to you. “So, you will put me on your website and your customers will buy me?” You blink a few times to not cry. This feels so surreal and wrong. How did you stoop so low that you sold your body to a stranger?
“Kinda,” Lloyd gets up from his chair to show you his iPad. “We don’t sell you off to a random douche. I don’t want a cute muffin like you to end up under a sick bastard. All my clients are gentlemen.”
You nod slowly and try to remember every detail he tells you. “Okay.”
“You can choose ten out of my clients and, if you want to, a wild card.” Lloyd hands you the tablet. “If you choose only ten out of my clients one of them will have the honor to fuck you first.”
You fight the urge to scrunch your nose up. “What’s the wild card?” You look up from the iPad to meet Lloyd’s eyes.
“If you choose ten men and the wild card, you will get more money,” he explains. “The start offering will be one million dollars. You’ll get six hundred thousand dollars, and I’ll arrange everything for your safety.”
You gasp loudly. This amount of money would save you and allow you to live a better life. You don’t care Lloyd will have almost half of the money. He provides the hotel suite and will make sure that you’ll come home safely.
“The men will attend an online auction. They will bid on you. If you get lucky, they will pay more than one million bucks.”
“Wow!” You exclaim. Even if it’s the worst thing you’ll ever do, this arrangement will help move on from your past and pay your debts.
“Now, I’ll tell you about the wild card,” Lloyd sits next to you. “The wild card is special. You cannot choose this man, but you’ll get two hundred and fifty thousand bucks more. No matter who wins the auction. You’ll get eight hundred and fifty thousand bucks.”
“He’s not a creep, right? I don’t want my first time to be with someone hurting me or ignoring my safe word,” you wring your hands.
“The wild cards are my special clients. These men have my trust, sweetness,” Lloyd says. “The inner circle of my organization. It consists of ten men. You will find none of them in my files.”
“I could need the extra money,” you ponder. “You promise that they are not crazy or shit?”
“I’m the craziest guy in this organization,” he flashes you a smile. “And you are not scared of me, right?”
“You’re intimidating,” you shyly admit as you glance at Lloyd. “But you didn’t hurt me or scare me. You were nice.”
“Hah, did ya hear that, sunshine?” Lloyd yells, making you flinch. The door immediately flies open, and his assistant walks inside. “See, she thinks I’m nice.”
“Yeah, because she doesn’t know you like I do,” she puts her hands on her hips and glares at Lloyd. “Sweetie don’t let him talk you into this wild card shit. His buddies are the worst, and he’s the king of shit!”
“Darling don’t be rude,” he gets up to wrap his arms around her waistline. She squirms in his hold, giggling while pushing against his shoulders. “Give your man a kiss.”
“Not until you get rid of that mustache!”
“You love the mustache. It makes your clit all tingly when I go down on you,” he steals a kiss, and gropes her plump ass. “If not for my new client, I’d fuck you right here and now to put a little Lloyd inside of you.”
“You’ll take care of the sweet girl first. You better not pressure her into this shit,” she grunts and pushes Lloyd off her. “I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
She walks back outside and closes the door with a loud thud.
“A hell of a woman,” he hums and adjusts his pants. “I found her—” Lloyd clears his throat. “Never mind. That’s a story to tell later.”
“Can you tell me what the men will expect? I mean, aside from having sex with me.”
Lloyd smirks. “You don’t have to worry about kinky shit. The contract includes vaginal sex - missionary, or doggy style. Maybe a blow job. Protection is a must. If you want it to be pleasurable for you too, play with your pussy, or think of something nice.”
“I’d imagine Bucky,” you blur out. “I—fuck.” You curse when Lloyd cocks a brow. “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a little older than me. Not a gramps or something.”
“Bucky, huh?” He nods thoughtfully. “That’s an interesting name.”
“It’s a nickname,” you hastily say. “His real name is James Buchanan Barnes.” You swoon now. “He never looked at me twice, but if I want to get off, I always imagine him.”
“As long as you don’t moan his name, I don’t care what you do to get into the mood,” Lloyd says, but there’s something in his eyes you can’t quite put a finger on. “Back to the options. Wild card yes or no?”
You look at the iPad again. What is one more stranger, right? “Yes.”
“Barnes,” Lloyd grins like the devil. “Hey, no swear words, sunshine. I got a nice little deal for you.” He grunts and mutters into the phone. “Would you just listen for a moment? A nice little bird came to me. I think you know her…”
“Y/N!” Your dad’s best friend jogs next to you. “Hey, long time no see.”
“Uh-hi,” you squeak when he wraps you in a hug. “Nice to see you, Bucky.”
“How have you been?” He releases you to lock you up and down. “You look a little stressed. Is everything alright? You know that you can always come to me. I’m like an uncle to you.”
“Uncle,” you wrinkle your nose. “Right.” You shake your head at the naughty thoughts wanting to force their way to the front of your mind. “I’m good. Really. Nothing to worry about.”
“You sure?” He presses on. “If you are scared to tell your dad, tell me. I won’t say a thing.”
“I said that I’m fine,” you snap at him as a woman gets out of his car and calls his name. “How about you go back to your arm candy and leave me alone? We haven’t heard of you for two years.”
You twirl around and storm off. You don’t need anyone to help you. Lloyd offered more money than you’ll need to pay the debts your dad left you when he passed away.
Bucky didn’t even know about it because he just doesn’t care…
“Pumpkin,” Lloyd claps his hands as you walk inside the expensive penthouse suite. “You look stunning.” He grins as you squirm under his gaze.
He walks toward you to hand you the iPad. “The wild card won the auction,” he casually says. “I transferred the town hundred and fifty thousand bucks to your bank account. This is the point of no return. If you want out, say it now.”
“I know,” you released a shuddery breath. “I don’t want to do this, but I need the money. It’s one night with a guy you trust. So…let’s get this over with.”
“On the bed is something the wild card got for you. OH, and he wants you to put the blindfold on. It’s his special request,” Lloyd gently pats your shoulder. “I promise he’s a good guy, and won’t hurt you, pumpkin. Just remember the only two rules. Never ask why they pay you for sex, and, never let them do anything you don’t want to.”
“Thank you—” you close your eyes and take deep breaths. “I can do this. Please leave me alone now. I need to get ready.”
“If he crosses a line,” Lloyd says. “You say Lloyd, and I take the door down.”
“What? I don’t understand.” You furrow your brows.
“Just say Lloyd.” He whispers in your ear.
“Lloyd,” you say, and the lights in the room turn red. An alarm shrills and you need to cover your ears. “Oh…wow.”
“See, I take care of my girls. Do not let him gag you, though,” he warns. “If he tries anything you don’t agree to, yell my name and I’m there in a split-second.”
You nod and give Lloyd a shy smile. “Thank you.”
“I make money with my girls. I don’t want them to get hurt or worse,” he says. “I’m not a saint or a good guy. But no one hurts my girls.”
You watch him leave the room and release another shuddery breath.
He’s right. This is it. The point of no return…
The gift from the wild card is a silky nightie dress in your favorite color. Midnight blue. It has a plunging back and lace-lined cups. It fits you like a second skin.
You close your eyes and count to ten to calm your racing heart as you put the blindfold on. It’s the wild card’s special wish, and you don’t want to piss him off right away.
Maybe the blindfold will make things easier. You can imagine any face, while the stranger is inside of you.
“You look breathtakingly beautiful.” You shudder as his voice is deep and rough. He entered the room without making a noise, and now he’s already so close you feel his breath fan over your neck. “I see you are wearing my gift.”
“Yes…Sir…” You breathlessly reply. His hands ghost over your arms, touching you gently. “Or do you want me to call you something else?”
“Hmm…” He hums. “We will see, doll.” You whimper at the pet name. “Can I call you doll? Is that alright with you?” His lips press against your neck, he nips at the sensitive spot behind your ear. “I need you to answer me.”
“Yeah, that’s alright with me,” you are already enchanted by the stranger. His scent is intoxicating, and his voice goes straight to your core.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, doll,” he wraps one arm around your waistline to bring you close to his body. His chest is bare, and you feel his skin pressed against yours. “I dreamed of doing this with you.”
“You did?” You purr and lean your head against his shoulder. “What do you want to do with me?”
“You’ll see,” he chuckles as you press your butt into his crotch. “You’re eager to get me going, huh? Don’t worry. I’m already so hard for you it hurts.”
He releases you and steps away to admire your wrecked state. You’re a panting mess, and your legs quiver. “Beautiful and so responsive.” He’s back on you to slide the thin straps of the nightie down your shoulders. The stranger nips at your neck, leaving little love bites on his way. “I can’t wait to have you.”
“You have me,” you move your hand behind you, blindly grasping for his hair. He’s a stranger but feels so good against you. “I want you to have me.”
“I know, doll,” he whispers in your ear while shoving the nightie down your shoulders. The fabric drops to the ground and pools around your ankles. “I love how you feel against me. I bet you feel even better around me.”
His hands cup your breasts. One warm and soft, the other cold and a little rougher. He gropes your soft flesh and pinches your nipples. This stranger plays with your body and pulls all the right strings.
You don’t have to imagine someone else. His lips nipping at your earlobe, and his hands, those skilled tools press moans and whimpers out of you. “Sir…”
“It’s alright, doll. Be as vocal as you want to,” he smirks against your skin. “Relax and let me take good care of you.”
“Yes—” you hiss when he meaningly tugs at your nipples. “Ouch.”
“You are a big girl and can take it, baby doll,” he grinds into you to rub his aching cock against your butt. “I bet your pretty cunt is wet for me.”
Your voice fails. He’s moving one hand between your legs and pinches your clit through your soaked panties. “I knew it.” He teasingly pinches your clit, igniting another spark deep within you. “You’re mine now. Only mine. After tonight, you’ll never want another man. Say it!”
His other hand rips your panties off of your body, taking you by surprise. You squeak and giggle as he twirls you around. “You’re all I imagined you’d be,” he cups your face and presses his lips to yours.
You’ve been kissed before – but not like this. His lips are soft and tender, but the kiss gets heated when his hands move to your ass to hoist you up.
You end up in his arms and sling your legs and arms around his body out of instinct.
“Your lips taste like heaven.” He purrs while walking toward the bed. “I bet your sweet pussy tastes like sin.” You end up on the soft mattress, the stranger on top of you.
He kisses you again, slowly, and sensually this time. “I’m gotta have a taste, doll.” You wish you could watch him kiss his way down your body. It feels like his lips and hands caress every inch of your body they can reach. “It’s alright. You don’t have to be afraid.”
The stranger moves lower, kissing you right above your belly button. He moans against your skin, making you shiver at the slightest touch.
His hands move over your thighs, spreading them wide so he can settle between your legs.
“Let me have a taste of heaven,” he presses a searing kiss to your pussy. “I’ve got you, doll.”
You shudder feelings his nose brushes your clit. “So pretty down here too,” he murmurs against you. His breath tickles your folds, leaving you wanting more. “Shhh…” He shushes you. “I only want to eat this sweet cunt out.”
He spreads your pussy lips, to look at your clit. “Ah…S-ir.” You stammer. “What are you doing?”
“Did no man ever put his mouth on you?” He looks up at you from between your legs, groaning loudly when you shake your head. “Good. I’m your first for everything then.”
Your mouth falls open. Why would he want to do such a thing? Isn’t this night all about him, not you? “Why?”
“I love eating pussy, doll,” he laughs. “And I want you slippery wet so I can shove my dick right into your tight little hole.”
You grab your tits, squeezing your flesh to do anything but lie there and wait for the stranger to rule your body.
He teases your pearl with the tip of his tongue, eager to please you. A shudder runs through you. You are so lost in his touch that you nearly forget this is about him and that he paid you to touch you.
This is not love-making, but a business transaction. “Please just fuck me…”
“Not yet,” he slaps your pussy lips. “I want you to be a good girl and let me enjoy every moment. “This includes tasting your cunt.”
“Oh-“ It never crossed your mind that a man could be interested in eating you out before getting off. “Be my guest.” You sass and spread your legs wider. “I’m on the menu tonight.”
“That you are,” he kisses the inside of your left thigh, caressing the soft skin with his lips and tongue. “But only for me.” He turns his attention toward your right thigh.
He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you closer to his mouth. “Fuck, you smell so good, doll.” You gasp the moment he licks up your sex. It’s a new sensation and you already love it. “Use my face, come on.”
You bite your lower lip. Can you do this? Lloyd said this is all about the man’s fantasy, but he wants to give you pleasure too.
“Fuck,” you nod and start grinding your pussy against his mouth, hoping to get more of this new feeling. “Please.”
“Soon, baby doll,” he purrs and flicks his tongue to play with your little nub. You wiggle on the bed, grinding as he uses his mouth to send sparks of pleasure through your body. You don’t think, just feel.
You whimper and moan hearing him groan against you. He throws your left leg over his shoulder, spreading you wide as he teases your soaked hole with the tip of his index finger. “Oh God, yes. Please just put it inside,” you become impatient. “Fuck…please.”
He laughs but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pushes one finger inside, curling his digit inside of you. “Relax, doll. I’m gonna give you my cock soon enough.”
“Y-es…p-lease,” you can’t think straight. Your body is on fire, and you need release, or you’ll lose your mind. “Please I want you to…”
“Baby,” he purrs while slowly starting to fuck you with his finger. “Soon…I’ve been waiting to have you for so long.”
He adds another finger, now pressing his fingertips against your sweet spot. “Fuck,” you exclaim loudly. “Ah, there…I need… I want…”
“No,” you don’t get to cum. He scissors you open, ignoring that you beg and plead. “Not yet. You’ll cum on my cock only. I want to feel you fall apart for the first time while I’m inside of you.”
“Fuck!”
“Oh baby doll,” he coos when you sniffle, and slam your fists into the mattress. “I don’t want to be cruel, only to make it easier for you to take me.”
“Please, I only want to feel you,” you hold out your hands, sniffling louder. “I need you to do it now before I get scared.”
“Shit,” you feel his fingers slip out of you. He crawls up your body and kisses you slowly. “Baby doll, tell me if you want me to stop. We don’t have to do this.”
“You pai—” He silences you with his lips and makes you forget that you are only here for him to get what he paid for. “I want you.” You don’t know why, but it’s true. All you want is to feel him inside of your body.
“Are you sure?” He asks against your lips. “Baby doll?”
“Yes,” you blindly grasp for him. “Please fuck me. I don’t want to wait any longer.” You don’t tell him that the man you wanted to be your first would never even look at you twice.
“You don’t have to beg me.” He angles his hips to run the tip of his cock up and down your folds. “I’ll give it to you.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, and a high-pitched shriek escapes your throat feeling his length slide slowly into you. He stills his hips, groaning loudly as your walls strain against his intrusion.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby doll.” He buries his face in your neck, murmuring your name as he moves back and forth, always pushing a little deeper. “Open up to me, pretty doll.”
It hurts a little, and you hide your face in his shoulder, whimpering any time he tilts his hips. “I know, baby doll. It will feel good soon. Let me just,” he breathlessly whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna make love to you, Y/N.”
You bite his shoulder when he slides all in with the next thrust. A whimper escapes your lips, and you claw at his back. “Shhh…you are doing so good for me, baby. I’m proud of you, my sweet princess.”
He wraps one arm around you and removes the blindfold with one swift motion. You gasp and dig your nails into his back. “Bucky?” You can’t help but whimper his name. “What?”
“I couldn’t let you do this. I wanted you for so long.” He claims your lips in a soft kiss. “You refused to take my help so I…”
“It’s you,” you cling to Bucky. “Not some stranger…it’s you…” you sniffle. “You’re here…”
“Yeah,” he breathes against your lips. “Do still want to…”
You wrap your legs around his waistline. “Yes…hell yes…” You grunt. “Please don’t stop now. We can’t stop now.”
He nuzzles his face in your neck and digs his knees into the mattress. You melt into his arms, knowing it’s not a stranger, but the man you adored and loved for years.
“We already broke all the rules, Y/N,” he slowly starts rocking his hips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Bucky curses as you claw on his back. “My doll.”
He’s pushing harder into you with every thrust. It doesn’t matter that you feel like you are in a limbo of pleasured pain, or that you forgot the condom. All you are capable of is to stare up at Bucky as he takes you apart.
Your body belongs to him and opens up to Bucky like a flower finally deciding to bloom. Your core burns with desire for more of him. “Please.”
“I’ve got you, Y/N,” he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, causing you to cry out loudly. Something drops to the ground in the room next door, but you don’t care.
You rock your body in sync with Bucky, urging him on to claim you, and your whole being. Even if you should be mad at him for tricking you, you can’t. Not when he pushes you over the edge, his name on your lips nor when he spills into you, cursing your name.
“Baby,” he worriedly looks down at you. You are panting heavily and are unable to open your eyes. “Y/N, are you alright?”
“Yeah…I’m good…”
Bucky slowly pulls out to lie next to you. He opens his arms and watches you lie on his chest.
“Why did you never come back?” You run your hand over his sweaty chest. “Bucky?”
“Your dad found out that I had a thing for his beloved daughter,” he runs his hand over your head. “I’m sorry. He left me no choice but to stay away from you. I had to keep my distance.”
“You could’ve come to his funeral,” you sniff. “Why did you leave me all alone?”
“I had problems with the law, and I was in the middle of a divorce. You didn’t need a drunk wreck longing for you,” he whispers. “I had to wait until I’m better and then Hansen called, telling me about your problems.”
“That fucker,” you grumble. “I knew he was going to trick me!”
“Don’t worry, baby doll,” Bucky softly says. “I paid all your dues before coming here. I just couldn’t resist you any longer. I had to have you.”
He lifts his head to look you in the eyes. “Can you forgive me, Y/N?”
“I’ll consider forgiving you if you explain everything to me later. Like – how do you know Lloyd Hansen? And what is going on with his assistant?”
“You will get to know everything.” He pecks your lips. “For now, all you need to know is that I love you…always have…”
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it wasn't my initial plan but let's go stalker!gaz again <3
cw: nsfw. stalking. obsessive gaz. perv gaz in denial lol. f!reader.
part one | part two
Kyle sees you again. it's totally coincidental, of course.
the first time was in the market. he had postponed a grocery run for far too long, and a man can’t live solely on takeout, so he headed to the nearest store. walking down the pavement, he sees the familiar blue logo across the street, the same one from your hoodie, and the image of your pearly smile comes fully into his mind for the first time after the encounter.
he had been too obsessive that day, and a part of him felt disgusted by his behaviour. he’s a good man, a good soldier, not one of the creeps in white vans studying women like a hunter waiting to attack their prey. so he shoved the temptation to search for you in the back of his brain, tucked away in a corner with the rest of his dysfunctional urges.
but the other side, the one he maintains caged when he’s home, kept calling for him, itching for the surface, almost slipping his fingers to his cell phone so he could engage in the pursuit of the sweet little thing that invaded his lustful dreams. a side that he managed to hide until his gaze laid on your form on the frozen food aisle.
you looked just as stunning as he remembered. glossy lips, pretty plush thighs, delicate fingers pushing the shopping cart around. your hair was in a ponytail, easy grab, sports bra neatly holding your soft tits, could be my hands, a small drop of sweat sneaking down your exposed lower back, the mere sight making his cock twitch in his trousers. of course you go to the gym. i can train with you. how about some hip thrusts with you on– no. he can’t be thinking like that again.
he bites back the urge to follow you. or even spark a conversation, to test if you’re good with faces. it would be weird. but then he gets lost in the movements of your hips, in how gorgeous you look slightly bent down at the waist, reaching for a lower shelf and prancing your ass up, in how easy it would be to cause you any harm in that position. wouldn’t even hear me sneaking up with those headphones on.
the second time was outside of a cafe. he had just ordered a coffee and was waiting by the counter, aimlessly looking out the front window when he saw you, walking out of a bookstore with a big bag. hi, sweetheart. he promptly steps out the door, the barista calling his name fading in the background as he rushes to you. or at least, rushes to a safe distance from you.
he wishes nothing more than to take the heavy bag from you, interlock his fingers with yours and stroll back to his flat like a perfectly happy couple. he’d even build bookshelves for you. buy you an entire library, if you wanted. make you tea while you read, caress your hair, lazily eat you out for hours, hearing your muffled moans as you try to remain focused– fuck, quit it, Garrick.
but he doesn’t quit. he can’t. not when you’re so beautiful, so easy, so soft. such a good girl. not when he notices some guys eyeing you up on the street and he silently curses the lack of a weapon on his hand. not when you look over your shoulder and don't see him as a threat. do you recognize me, love? not when he finally looks at his surroundings and realises that he’s in his street and that you’re entering the building across from his.
he takes that discovery as a sign from the universe. it must be fate that you’re so close to me, right? it’s a blessing, a sign from god that his thoughts are justified. the green light he was waiting to reveal the worst part of him, to unleash the demon gnawing at his self-control.
with a few clicks, he finds all of your socials. too easy. some were restricted, some were open, and some barely had content, but he doesn’t mind, the few pictures on your instagram are enough. at another time, he’d teach you about online safety – how there are bad people out in the world who yearn for an easy catch, and how a smart girl like you shouldn’t allow it.
his dick aches in his boxers as he studies every pixel of your photos. he feels it throbbing, leaking, painfully craving for any kind of friction, but he refuses to provide. he knows that once he starts, he would never stop, and the idea of spending his cum on anywhere that isn’t you – your cute little mouth, displayed on your tummy, your warm cunt – is not worthy.
the third time was in a pub. he had finally caught you on your kitchen window, looking a little too dressed up to be staying at home and downing what seemed like a shot of vodka. so, when you stepped on the sidewalk, he knew he had to follow you. pretty girl going out at night? alone? not on my watch.
the bar is a couple blocks from where you live, known for being filled with college students. very different from his crowd, but he doesn’t care, watching you from afar acts like a remedy for the headache caused by the loud noise of the place. just a peek at your sheer blouse, exposing the lacy bra underneath was sufficient to clear his heart of any cracks.
but, not everything is perfect, and he immediately tags the face making its way to you. Marcus. just as ugly as in the tiny contact picture he saw. fuck, is she back with him?
he gets his answer quickly – you push him aside and go back to your friends, chugging the rest of your pint like a lifeline. good girl. the man's left with an open mouth and shocked expression, and Kyle doesn't miss the flash of anger in his eyes.
the next few minutes are a blur. Marcus stepped out in the back for some fresh air after nearly throwing up due too many drinks, and he didn't notice the guy following him. stupid prick, should've used your brain.
Kyle re-enters the bar in no time, thumb brushing the edge of the switchblade in his pocket. he admires you in your booth – lips parted in a laugh, locks of hair cascading on your face, and a hazy aura pairing over you. well, aren't we tipsy, sweetheart? good thing i'm here to look over you.
he heads to the counter to get a drink, and he almost jumps when you appear by his side, finishing your tab for the night. your eyes shine when they land on his, brightness shared by your wide grin, “hey, i know you! you're the plane guy!”
you do recognize me. fate. he gives you a once over, feigning that he doesn't instantly recall your face to hide the excitement bubbling in his chest. like he hasn’t been dreaming about stuffing your pussy with his thick cock and hearing your mewls every night. “yup, that's me.”
“nice seeing you again– oh, are you alright? you got some,” you motion to his forearm, “blood on you.”
shit. he forgot he needed to clean up after his last activity. his mind scrambles to find an excuse, but a thought pops in his brain and he can't contain the growing bulge in his pants. look at you worried about me, love. such a sweet girl. “it's nothing, i was just a little clumsy,” he brushes off, watching the concern on your face evolve into a timid smile, “you leaving already?”
“yeah, got an early day tomorrow. shouldn't drink too much,” you answer, putting your jacket back on. he stays glaring at you, mind too blank to form a coherent sentence. alone? this late? drunk? do you even know how many men are lurking outside, waiting for a minor slip-up to rip you open? “so... goodnight, then.” you say, giving the counter one last tap and heading to the door. think fast.
“wait!” he calls out, “you shouldn't go alone, it isn't safe.” your head tilts to the side, and his eyes trail down your pretty neck, just begging to be bitten. focus, Garrick.
“it's just a couple blocks from here, it's alright.” no. no it isn't. don't be stubborn, sweetheart. do you want me to throw you over my shoulder for being a brat? give your pretty ass a slap?
his eyes narrow, but the soft smile on his lips does a damn good job of luring you in – a trick he learned over the years. “may i walk you home then? i'd hate to see something bad happen to a sweet girl like you.”
you ponder for a moment. you shouldn’t accept, he’s still a stranger, and if the alcohol wasn’t fuzzing your brain, you would say no. but his smile is so convincing, the dog tags around his neck are so reassuring of his good intentions that you don’t even notice when you nod.
he smirks, and the tent between his legs gets even bigger. he’s such a good man. won’t let anything stain your soft, pure flesh. i’ll protect you, sweet girl.
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Summary: You’re trying to recover from what happened, but it’s hard to forget; especially when you know he’ll be back for you one day. Your commutes home have never been so stressful.
Mean!Yandere!Shigaraki x Bimbo!Reader
⚠️ mdni. a splash of horror. dark content. degradation. exhibitionism. fingering. incel. misogyny. noncon. sexism. thoughts of death and dying. victim-blaming. voyeurism. yandere.
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You go straight to the cops upon fleeing from Shigaraki. You understand why he let you escape when the officers stifle chuckles. You don’t have anything but your word to support the bold accusation that the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front is trying to rape you. Saying it aloud sounds more ridiculous than the way it echoes in your thoughts.
You check the forum. Crumbleking’s post was deleted days ago. The account he used is gone, too. Your Instagram yielded similar results.
At the very least, they believe that someone entered your apartment and assaulted you. His identity being Tomura Shigaraki is highly contested. They send someone over to investigate your home. Much to your chagrin, the officer returns with a clean report. According to his examination, nothing in the space was disturbed. There was no sign of a break and enter.
It’s funny. When you stumbled towards the window, desperate for safety, you recall knocking over a table and shattering the vase. If nothing was disturbed, did your assailant clean up the mess…?
You ration that he had to have, and your heart almost stops. He’s ballsy for that one. You suppose he’s confident in his plan to enact revenge on you. He considers himself invincible, and he damn well might be. But everyone has a weakness.
You’re not stupid enough to think this is over. You aren’t keen to relax now that you’ve alerted the authorities. Will the cops who laughed at you rush to your aid when he inevitably returns for a second try? Doubtful. You’re responsible for protecting yourself.
You submit a police report anyway. They don’t include a name for the suspect because they don’t buy your allegation. It’s enough to simply have the document on file.
You don’t return to your apartment that evening — at least, not by yourself. You explain what happened to a friend. She lives in a beautiful, isolated rural area, about an hour out of town; nevertheless, upon hearing your bad news she drives all the way to pick you up at the station. A stoic, shivering mess, she works to reassure you. Nothing works. Nothing is helpful. She takes you back to her house after grabbing some essentials at your place.
Entering your space felt foreign and uncomfortable. You found yourself jumping at the slightest creak. Nothing was familiar. And you were correct about the vase — someone cleaned it up.
The days following your attack involve negotiating a lease break with your landlord. Fortunately, you’ve lived here long enough to establish a solid rapport with him. He keeps your deposit for last month’s rent and permits you to leave by the end of the week. You do so discreetly.
Gradually, you transport your essentials into your car. On the last day of your lease, you hire movers to bring your larger furniture to a storage unit. You promise your friend it’ll only be for a few weeks, and you mean that — for her sake. Although she comprehends the risks, she still agreed to help you; nonetheless, you don’t believe she’ll be spared if Shigaraki discovers your location.
You quit your job. A new one isn’t difficult to find. It’s in a different city. If all goes well, you figure you’ll move into a nearby apartment and lay low.
The next week or so is quiet. You maintain awareness of your surroundings but nothing happens. It’s as though he’s biding his time… or maybe witnessing you walking on eggshells is precisely what he wants.
Shigaraki is a busy man. He doesn’t have the energy to spend haunting you, a civilian who once talked shit about him online. There are bigger fish to fry. According to him, he gets enough women at home, anyway. It’s likely that you’ll never see him again.
Oh, you poor, naive woman; so willing to believe the logical lies your nervous brain feeds you.
It’s six o’clock in the evening, two weeks after your encounter with the dust villain. You stand on the subway terminal and glare down the tracks. There are a few other people there with you. No one you recognize.
To get to your friend’s residence, you have to take the 2216 train to the very end, walk for fifteen minutes, and catch the bus. It’s a dreadful commute. You’re saving up to buy a used car. But until then, you’ll just have to deal with the time vampirism that comes with sneaking around.
Five minutes into your gruelling wait, the train squeals into the terminal, dim yellow lights flickering as it grinds to a jittery halt. Its doors jerk open with a soft ding. You enter the cabin. As usual, it’s crowded at this time of night. Everyone else is commuting home, too. They get on at the station right before yours, taking up all the seats and more than half the standing space.
You walk down a bit and stand between two men conversing with seated passengers. There’s a group of stylish women next to you, chattering eagerly about their evening plans, and a few scattered friends on the opposite side, dazed and distracted after a long work day. It’s compact, but not uncomfortable yet.
Your hand dips into your pocket. When your fingers don’t find what they’re looking for, you grimace. No earbuds. Great. You must have forgotten them at work.
The train stops at another terminal. More people shuffle on board. The trip commences.
You close your eyes and meditate. Honing in on your breathing, you feel the air entering and leaving your lungs. The sensation is serene. You sigh gingerly as the background noise lessens a bit. Sadly, your peace doesn’t last for long.
Something swipes across your butt. Your spine grows rigid. Accidents happen on packed subways, but that? That didn’t feel like a mistake. You hold your breath as you wait, positive your assailant will make a second move. He doesn’t keep you in suspense for long.
He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing the flesh tightly. You gasp. A swift, gloved hand covers your mouth. The textured fabric is rough against your skin.
“Shut the fuck up, you little slut.”
Your assailant’s familiar, raspy voice sends a chill through your entire body. Without a doubt, Tomura Shigaraki is behind you. You were a fool to believe he was gone for good. He had to return, didn’t he? If only to put you in your place.
“If you overreact, I’ll dust this entire cabin.” He warns. “Let me do what I want, and maybe you’ll get to leave alive.”
Why wouldn’t he kill you and everyone on this train? It’s not like you’re special. Once you’re dead, he’ll simply find another person to harass. And the people around you? No one significant. He’d probably garner a lot of attention if he committed mass murder.
But all the same, it’s impossible for you to understand the sick feelings he harbours for you in his heart, and the way they grow every time he sees you. It isn’t love. It isn’t lust. It’s a sensation that’s incomprehensibly sinister in its somber nature; a volatile melange of emotions that frightens even him. You have no idea the lengths he would go to for the sake of preserving your life; he’s not finished toying with you yet.
He releases your ass and uncovers your mouth. Securing a palm firmly to your hip, he slithers his other hand up your skirt. Slipping your panties aside, he finds your clit. His index fingers massages slow circles over your twitching nub, eliciting a delicious exhale.
He dreamed of this moment for weeks. He fantasized about bearing claim to you in public, where anyone can watch. He’s about to be the God of this world, isn’t he? He can do as he pleases, and to hell with the consequences. When he possesses rule, he’ll have you cockwarm him on his throne all day long. By that time, you’ll surely know your place beneath his muddy boot.
He teases the lips of your cunt with his sharp fingernail, gliding it gently over the edge of your small hole. He pinches your thigh when you attempt to press your legs together. He won’t let you deny him entry to what’s his.
“I’m wearing gloves that cancel out my quirk.” He mutters darkly. “But if you don’t cooperate, I’ll take them off and activate it right here.”
He twists your clit between his thumb and index finger. The horrifying thoughts causes a stray tear to drip down your cheek. You don’t want to imagine how that would feel.
“Sorry,” you whisper pathetically. “I-I will.”
Picking up the tone of your voice, the man next to you turns around. Shigaraki removes his hand from beneath your skirt and wraps both arms around your waist. He lifts a brow when the stranger acknowledges both of you. To him, it looks like you’re a couple commuting home together. He has no concept of what’s truly going on; that if you don’t obey, him, and everyone else on this train, will die. Ignorant, he smiles and returns to his trivial conversation.
“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” The villain growls viciously. “Second strike, whore.”
You understand that the third strike will be your last.
You glance over your shoulder. He’s wearing a black face mask to match a large, baggy sweater. Crimson irises leer at you menacingly. He has his hood pulled over a head of shaggy, unkempt hair. It’s no wonder he hasn’t been recognized; his signature traits — like the hand covering his face, or his pastel tresses — are hidden from sight.
Just as you’re drinking in his appearance, he’s basking in yours. You look even better than the photos you put up on your social media account. He managed to save a few before you deleted it. He stares at them when he’s fucking his hand to the notion of capturing and taming you. He cums the hardest to porn where women are nothing more than brain dead sex slaves; that’s what he envisions for you.
Of course, submissive bitches aren’t born obedient; they need to be whipped into shape. He thinks the fight you put up is the best part about the training process. When you’re unruly, it forces him to be crueller. He wonders when you’ll pick up on that. It doesn’t have to hurt if you simply comply.
As much as he’s intrigued to witness you up close, he’s pissed at you for wearing a skirt today. Don’t you know the meaning of decency? Anyone could have molested you on the train. It’s practically a cultural norm for cute women to get harassed during their commute. He’s going to teach your pussy who it belongs to. Then, next time you go to work m, you might think twice before wearing a garment that’s easy access.
You face forward, when he grasps your shoulders. Slowly, his hands slide down to your hands, stopping to give them an affectionate squeeze, in case there are curious voyeurs. He wants to make this look as organic as possible.
From behind, he lifts up your skirt and pulls your panties aside. The fabric bites into your flesh, no doubt giving you a rash on the crease of your crotch. He’s careless with his motions; this is all about him. Discomfort is a sensation you should become dearly acquainted with.
“Did you miss me?”
You bite your lower lip when his digits discover your clit. Your back arches as they map out the nub, teasing your hooded flesh to see what your pussy needs to drip. It doesn’t take much. You can’t distract yourself from his touches. There’s nothing stimulating; merely the backs of strangers who couldn’t save you if they tried.
Inwardly, you sob. You have no control. Even your own body is betraying you.
He dips a finger between your folds and hums when he discovers how wet you are. Running the length of his index finger along your clit, he snickers. He knew you were in denial. You must want him. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get you to admit your desire by the end of your trip back to the Deika City.
“Feels like it.”
You frantically scope the sea of people. You’re between several, so you think you’re clear from view; then, you catch the eye of an older businessman. He’s staring directly at your crotch, where Shigaraki’s fingers are massaging your puffy clit. You bite the inside of your cheek. He knows what’s going on. You bet he’s been enjoying the show. You can’t count on a pig like him to save you.
You repress a sob, utterly humiliated. You haven’t felt this degraded in your life. You’re being groped by Japan’s most notorious villain while a lustful stranger observes.
“I bet you thought you got away from me, didn’t you?” He snarls. “Thought I’d forgotten about you.”
You’re too embarrassed to admit it. You fell right into his trap. Somehow, he knew you would lower your guard after a while. It’s precisely when you set it down completely that he struck. You’re either extremely predictable or he has incredible intuition.
He removes his hand from your underwear and brings it around to your chest. You feel your juices coat your skin and shudder. You can’t believe your body got wet for this disgusting motherfucker.
His nasty fingers claw at the buttons of your blouse. One of them pops off. It shoots diagonal, striking one of the windows. A passenger picks it up and glances around. You lock eyes with her. Instantly, she notices what’s going on. Unlike the businessman from earlier, however, you know she has the intention to act. It sparks a flame of hope in your heart.
A few men shift and shroud her from view. It’s probably for the best. Shigaraki’s digits locate your nipple soon after, dipping beneath your bra to pinch the responsive flesh. You stifle a shriek when his plucking becomes too much.
“I’m going to take you back with me and tie you up in the middle of our courtyard,” he whispers hoarsely, voice dripping with desire. “I’m sure some of our soldiers could use a bit of stress relief.”
You gag. You’ll die abused, beaten, starved, and dehydrated — a prisoner of war because you mouthed off on the Internet. This is so stupid.
Your captor groans softly as he withdraws his hand from your breast and slides a lithe finger past your folds, sheathing it up to his knuckle. He can tell it hurts. Your pain makes him enjoy it more. You stiffen and bite your lower lip.
The vehicle jolts to a halt again. The system announces that this is Jolicoeur Station, the second last stop on the line. That means you’re nearly there. He hums approvingly when the doors shut.
“Time’s almost up, whore.”
You don’t know what the fuck that means. Is he going to kill you or bring you to his base? Only time will tell, you suppose. For now, you want his sharp fingernail away from your cervix. You wriggle, praying he’ll at least stop jiggling it around. It isn’t long until he does, though he makes it clear he withdrew if his own volition; he can’t have you thinking you have a modicum of power over him, can he?
He’ll treat you like you’re nothing — a lifetime of serving him will drill that into your pretty head. He’ll never let you understand your real worth again when you’re under his brutal care. Beneath his boot is where you’ll remain.
The train lunges to another ungrateful stop. Your heart drops. This is it — the end of the line. Shigaraki touches you with both hands from behind, drumming his clothed fingers atop your shoulders.
“When the doors open, walk.” He instructs you. “We’ll pretend we’re a couple.”
You want to throw up. He’s forcing you to act like his lover after playing with you against your will. You’ll be damned if you go down without a fight. If you see an opening to ditch him, you’re going to take it; to hell with considering the consequences of being caught a third time.
He smooths your clothes out from how he rumpled them. He figures it’ll seem more natural if you appear relatively put together. He fixes your blouse and then moved to your skirt. To onlookers, it’s probably cute — a boyfriend tending to his girlfriend. They have no idea about the undertones of his treatment.
As if on cue, the woman from earlier coaxes your gaze back to hers. She licks her lips and reaches for the emergency switch. Your mouth opens. You know what she’s trying to do. It’s perfect. He won’t expect it because he thinks he’s in the clear.
You nod once. She takes that as your signal to proceed m. With a visible grunt, she yanks the switch down. Reprieve floods your chest as soon as you hear the alarm.
You have to go.
Now.
The doors of the train freeze. In a panic, everyone races out of the car. You follow suit. The second you sense his grip slacken, you bolt. As you scurry off the car, you feel Shigaraki’s greedy hand reach for you — gloveless. You scream. Your voice blends in with the rest of the cacophony, shielding you from unwanted attention.
You glance over your shoulder. Everything around you slows down. He’s standing in the sea of people, still and glaring. His hood is pulled down and his mask is hanging off one ear. His scarred lips are contorted in a grimace.
For a brief moment, an understanding is met. Today, both of you learned that the other is not to be underestimated. After this little stunt, you’re his main priority. He hopes you’re prepared to take this game just as seriously, because he won’t stop pursuing you unless he’s killed. And he knows that won’t happen anytime soon.
You turn away from him and finish your flight. Like last time, he permits you to escape. He stays glued in place until nearly everyone else has left the terminal; then, he departs.
You have no idea the demons you’ve awakened inside him.
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Suggestions for kinks to write in the next parts are welcome :)
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It’s frustrating and disappointing to see nominally social justice-focused eating disorder organizations (like Project Heal and the Alliance for Eating Disorders) support the passing of the Kids Online Safety Act (KOSA). KOSA is opposed by more than 90 civil rights and digital rights groups, including GLAAD, GLSEN, the ACLU, the Center for Democracy and Technology, the American Library Association, and the Electronic Frontier Foundation. KOSA also contradicts the U.N.’s Convention on the Rights of the Child, which states that children should not be subjected to “unlawful interference with [their] privacy.” One of KOSA's main premises — the belief that increased parental surveillance of children’s Internet use will protect children’s mental health — is inherently flawed, and it is of paramount importance for abused and marginalized children that mental health organizations don’t buy into this belief.
This open letter signed by several organizations details the many dangerous implications of KOSA’s overreach. While KOSA aims to protect minors under 16 from the negative effects of social media use (such as “addictive” design features and content that “promotes” eating disorders, self-harm, or substance use), its vague language enables increased surveillance of children’s Internet use, increased data collection on both children and adults alike, and the power for parents and state government officials to decide what content is “appropriate” for children. With some states increasingly legalizing the idea that any kind of content that acknowledges the existence of queer people or the U.S.’s legacy of racism is inherently “inappropriate” for children (by banning books and preventing school curriculums from mentioning these realities), KOSA has the potential to prevent children from accessing these topics online, too.
KOSA is particularly dangerous to marginalized and abused children because of the level of inescapable parental surveillance it enables. Passing KOSA might prevent a 15-year-old from looking up how to report his abusive parents or where to seek help. It might prevent a 14-year-old whose parents will disown her if she’s pregnant from looking up sex education or abortion care. It might prevent a 13-year-old living in a homophobic household from connecting with accepting peers. It might prevent 12-year-olds who are already self-harming or eating unintuitively from looking up harm reduction techniques that could keep them alive. KOSA would not keep children safe or improve their mental health — it would make the most at-risk children even more unsafe, and it would worsen the mental health of anyone living in an unsafe household or state.
I presume that eating disorder organizations are campaigning for KOSA because they believe the unrealistic, fatphobic, and eurocentric beauty standards proliferating on social media are causing and/or exacerbating eating disorders, and they are desperate for any recourse to curtail these harms. But KOSA is premised on flawed understandings of media effects, and it is a dangerous piece of legislation that wouldn’t adequately address the very real harms of social media. Multiple studies have shown that similar content bans and increased parental control have not been effective, and have even made harmful content easier to find. Whatever good intentions eating disorder organizations might have by endorsing KOSA, it is important to note that all evidence points to KOSA harming children, not helping them.
KOSA aims to make social media companies accountable for preventing children from seeing content that “promotes” eating disorders, self-harm, suicide, and substance use. The problem is, social media algorithms are incapable of distinguishing between content that promotes these behaviors and content that discusses these behaviors in a neutral manner or provides harm reduction techniques for making these behaviors less dangerous. As the EFF notes, “there is no way a platform can make case-by-case decisions about which content exacerbates, for example, an eating disorder, compared to content which provides necessary health information and advice about the topic.” We’ve already seen Instagram repeatedly fail at distinguishing between fresh self-harm and years-old scars, censoring and removing pictures of people simply living in bodies that are scarred. If KOSA passes, any mention of the aforementioned behaviors is liable to be censored and removed from social media platforms, which may have the paradoxical effect of pushing children who want community support, neutral information, or harm reduction techniques into more harmful corners of the Internet, such as specifically pro-ED sites.
Moreover, KOSA and the eating disorder organizations supporting it buy into the same harmful narratives of social contagion that anti-queer and anti-trans groups promote so fiercely. The narrative that children uncritically adopt any behavior or identity they see online is egregious and clearly false (especially when it comes to teens, as opposed to 8-year-olds), but of course it is easier to blame social media alone rather than thoroughly examine the systems of injustice, oppression, and abuse that contribute to children’s poor mental health. While online content that promotes self-destructive behaviors is a real harm to children that should be addressed, the way to address this harm is not by mandating governmental and parental surveillance of children’s internet use. It is to equip children with better media literacy, trustworthy adult figures they can turn to for help, and tools for critically evaluating digital content.
Platforms certainly do need greater regulation, and children do need greater protection from social media companies, which don’t care about their mental health as long as they can profit off them. But children need real protection, not KOSA, which is just increased surveillance for everyone under the thin veneer of child protection. I encourage you to read some of the many, many articles detailing the harmful effects KOSA would have. We must demand better for children than surveillance under the guise of “care,” and we must prioritize the children who are already hurting when considering who this legislation would harm the most.
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Twinning Divinity: Prologue- Missing
It’s been 12 hours, half a day since your sister was officially classified as missing by the authorities. It was a literal hell.
She had mysteriously vanished from her room in the middle of the night, there were no signs of a break-in either. Worried about your safety, your parents basically locked you in your room, not wanting the same thing to happen to you. The only time you were allowed to leave was when you went to school, and your parents were wary about that the next morning.
You and your sister were well known and a lot of people did their best to keep your mind off it.
Though that could only do so much.
You two used to do everything together, not to mention you were the cliche “twins but opposites”. She was always open and a bit of an airhead, you were calm and kept to your self most of the time.
It was already the end of the day so you were walking home while scrolling through your phone. Your friends had messaged you asking if you wanna go out, the fair was open and they were gonna buy tickets. You declined, not having the energy to go anywhere. Though there was one thing you had in mind to do. When ever you or her were upset you both took condolence in an online game. Genshin Impact.
One you arrived home you noticed a note on the fridge. Your parents did this when ever they had to leave unexpectedly, this seemed to be one of those days.
You walked upstairs and into your room before dropping your bag and sitting in front of your computer. You put your headset on then started up the game, the starting screen had always given you a sense of tranquility no matter how may times you saw it. One you opened the game everything seemed normal, though your attention was drawn to a quest that suddenly popped up.
“Balanced Divinity.”
It seemed like it was part of the main story but you were caught up on the archon quest and the next update has yet to be released. When you open the quest tap for details the text was glitched, it wasn’t even readable. Not having anything else to you you clicked navigate.
Though once’s you closed the tab the game froze before the game suddenly closed, you tried to reopen it but an error screen kept popping up. After a couple minutes of trying you gave up and scrolled on your phone. After a few minutes you fell asleep.
Completely unaware of the quest screen that opened.
"Head to l1#8@$, go +@ &7#%¿ @? find your counterpart."
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How to keep as safe as possible buying and selling things online and then in person
So buying dolls online and then meeting people in person is not always safe because meeting someone you don't know is not safe by nature. These are just the things I have learned by doing it and having a dad who was a Craigslist seller.
So first things first
- Never meet in a private place
- Don't give people unnecessary information
- Tell people where you are going OR have someone there to wait nearby (usually in the car or in the shop etc)
Never meet in a private place.
It's always best to meet in public. If you are selling something that doesn't have to be in a house, do not sell in the house. Taking your doll to a coffee shop is not unusual and if given the opportunity, do everything in a well lit, busy, public space.
I live in an apartment with a very focal laundry room. Its in the center of the complex, is well lit, and is the only place i will sell to people if they live in the apartment. If they don't I meet in the front office.
Don't give people unnecessary information.
Don't give people unnecessary information. Don't give out addresses, last names, phone numbers if DMs will work, what you are doing on Saturdays, who you live with, anything that's not crucial to sell. If someone asks you a question if they don't need the answer too, you are allowed to lie to strangers. You don't have to tell people anything about you. You will only see these people once, they don't need to know anything that isn't relevant to the task of hand.
Tell people where you are going OR have someone there to wait nearby (usually in the car or in the shop etc)
If you have a friend or family member, bring them with you. They don't have to be right there with you, but if you are meeting in a coffee shop, have them drinking coffee there. If you are meeting in a parking lot, have someone in the car. If you are meeting someone at your house (which is probably easier if you live in a suburb but i lived on a farm, so i don't think it's a good idea) have someone there.
I always brought my dad, and when he sold things he sold them on days when lots of people are home like BBQs and game nights and also once Thanksgiving?? But yeah, safety in numbers.
Know what you are buying
If someone is describing things and it doesn't sound right, be aware. If you know a doll is one thing and they describe it as another for any reason, make a note of it. If they are trying to claim a doll is worth less than you know she is make a note of it. People sometimes don't know what they are buying but be aware of signs of scams.
Common scams-
- Asking for items before payment is received
- Advanced payment requests
- Overpaying for items
- Fake payment receipts (Using an app with Instant notifications of payment helps with this one)
- Verification codes
- Down-payments
- Wanting to ship something instead
Scam red flags
-Blurry photos
- Mismatched details
- Can't answer questions about the product
- Asks you to meet with someone who isn't them
- Is overly pushy
Be Aware of your surroundings.
This one is pretty self explanatory. Look out for physical things that are odd. People who stand out in their situation. People who get really close to you for no reason. Heavy sweaters in the 110 degree swamplands. Things that just don't add up in the specific circumstances you are in. You can afford to be overly cautious every once in a while.
Know when a situation is sketchy.
Trust you instincts. If something seems weird its better to just risk accidentally being rude and leaving then to gamble on it. Don't be afraid of being impolite to sketchy people from the internet.
Lastly: through out your life the price of a doll will pass through your hands many, many times. Don’t risk your safety over a doll or what she's worth, because there will always be another opportunity. Be safe, be vigilant, and knowledgeable.
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CW FOR DRUGS, OVERDOSE AND ALSO VOMIT BUT THIS NEEDS TO GET AROUND
HEY. FUCKING LISTEN. THIS IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT FOR THE SAFETY OF SO MANY PEOPLE. If you see the Vance Delta 8 brand being advertised, do not buy it. For the love of fucking god please do not buy it, at least not online. Most YouTuber sponsors are scams (not the YouTubers faults they need money somehow), but it made me fucking disgusted to see this brand sponsoring YouTubers and trying to get more people into their shit. This brand is DANGEROUS.
I'm a chronic stoner. I'm friends with a bunch of chronic stoners. I've also done drugs a lot harder than pot. After taking a 2/3rds of a Vance brand edible, I threw up more than I've ever thrown up in my ENTIRE life. It was fucking grotesque, not to get graphic but there was a pile of vomit the size of my entire body on the pavement when I was done and I had to get carried back to my dorm. This isn't a normal reaction to have to what should be akin to a marijuana high as someone that smokes every day and eats edibles frequently.
I wasn't the only one one who had a bad experience though, out of the group of people I was taking the gummies with, every single person has a similarly bad experience. At least one other person threw up just as much as I did when taking them a separate time. Another person who took them didn't know where they were. One of my friends is convinced he almost died, but that could've been the drugs making him paranoid. They would also make us sweat PROFUSELY when we took them, a pretty clear sign of lacing or otherwise taking a drug you did Not mean to take.
We definitely shouldn't have kept taking them after the first experience, but considering how well branded Vance is as a company, we first thought we might not be dosing it correctly ourselves. But every single time, without fail, one of the things I mentioned above occured until we finally decided to stop taking them. And that was fine, until the person who originally bought them sold them to another person (who I also know is a stoner) who ended up having a paranoid episode and needed help getting back to their dorm.
That's why I don't feel right not doing everything in my power to get the word out. I felt so fucking guilty knowing that those edibles got sold to another person I was aquatinted with on campus. I cant sit here and watch YouTubers I genuinely enjoy advertise this brand in good faith.
In hindsight, we assumed we had actually bought something like spice or k2. Could be laced too I guess, but it made sense to us at least considering our reactions along with the fact that LOTS of information on their website is nondisclosed, and also that Delta 8 is synthetic ""fake weed"" and so is k2. I'm not an expert though, this was just the theory we had to help us come to terms with what we went through.
Hell, the first red flag should've been how easy it was to get delivered to our college campus while none of us were old enough to legally buy at the time.
So imagine my shock when I saw YouTubers happily advertising this brand a few months later as being an eco-friendly, healthy alternative to just buying a cart or some edibles at your local dispensary. This is legitimately so fucking scummy.
I'm not saying every batch of Vance gummies is laced with spice or some other shit. CLEARLY not everything they sell is a dud because they wouldn't even be able to have these sponsors if there wasn't some amount of testing done legally. The sponsors usually use them at least a little, so it seems none of the sponsors have yet had bad experiences. But drugs are serious fucking business. And not only do they have these potentially dangerous drugs in circulation, once again they were also exceedingly easy for us to order even though none of us were 21. Who's watching YouTubers the most? Kids. Teenagers.
None of the videos I've seen Vance sponsor for have even been age restricted. Even if a YouTubers primary demographic isn't kids or teenagers, it is impossible to not know that a large portion of the audience is inevitably going to be kids in the early to late teens especially. Brands like this know who they're advertising to when they do things like this.
Who's to say for every 50 batches of Vance gummy packages there's not 1 dud package? Or that the company isn't giving out real shit to exclusively YouTubers? It's always better to be safe than to be sorry, especially when it comes to getting kids potentially hooked on drugs. I'm pro-drug use, pro-harm reduction, and pro-complete legalization, and I still think it is completely morally reprehensible for companies to be advertising drugs--but ESPECIALLY drugs that could be laced or dangerous--to children through the use of their favorite YouTubers.
Not to mention these sponsors like to subtly imply that buying from Vance and online stores in general is a safer alternative to shopping at dispensaries, something that is objectively so untrue it gives me tunnel vision when I think about it for too long. Dispensaries need to be CERTIFIED to be able to sell anything. All of their products must be lab tested or they can't sell them. They aren't allowed to withhold information from you. Not to mention MANY dispensaries (at least in the US) are Native-owned small businesses. Every single bad experience with a drug I've had was from drugs that I bought online. Chances are if you don't have to go to the dark web to find it, it's probably either a scam or dangerous.
Please please please spread the word about this. I feel like I've waiting for something bad to happen to either one of the people sponsoring these gummies or someone who bought some after seeing a YouTube advertisement. I don't want anyone to have to feel that guilt, and I don't want to see anyone hurt or worse over a shady YouTube sponsorship.
Don't buy Vance Delta 8 products for your own safety.
#important#news#youtube#harm reduction#drugs mention#420#420gay#420life#politics#spread#not my blogs main theme but i ahve the most followers on this one and it feels so super important
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End of the Year Give Away!
Do you need gifts for the upcoming holiday season? I have the perfect gift for anyone who likes to read YA Fantasy.
My book The Rose Petal is the first book in a 4 book YA fantasy series, the start of an epic adventure following 16-year-old Rose as she struggles to find herself and her magical power.
Rose lives in a world with magic. Spells. Vampires. Witches. All of this is normal, but she lacks magic ability of her own. She feels lost until one day she falls into another world not unlike her own, except for one glaring dark difference.
The Drainer...and he is coming for her.
If this piques your interest, here is a video of me reading the first chapter.
The second book is also out: Broken Time sold anywhere online, just like the first book. I can’t include a synopsis without giving spoilers.
I want to do a free give away for the end of the year. If you’re interested in my first book or want to get it for someone, here are the instructions:
1. Follow me
2. Reblog this post so it can reach more people
3. Comment “I want a copy” in the notes
This give-away will go from today (10/15/22) until October 31st. I will announce a winner on November 1st, 2022. If you are the winner, I will message you and ask for a mailing address. For your own safety, please wait for me to message you. Please have it so other bloggers can message you - not just mutuals!
To save myself time and money, I will buy a copy from an online store and send it directly to the winner. That being said, it won’t be signed.
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
C. Casarico.
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Hello professor! Do you have any general care tips for darkrai? They’ve always been my favorite Pokémon in general, and I was looking into having one in the future!
Hello! As it happens, I do and I'm happy to share them! Cut because long post, whoops.
Overall, Darkrai is actually a great choice for a Mythical Pokemon. I didn't put it on the Beginner Legendary list because of the whole nightmare powers thing, but that's not so bad if you have Lunar Wings and/or a good tolerance for scary dreams.
Lunar Wings are available online or from pretty much anyone with a Cresselia, as they shed pretty frequently. There are a lot of knockoffs, but a real Lunar Wing will last forever as long as it's not damaged - still, it's worth buying several. I wouldn't recommend shelling out for an unusually colored Lunar Wing, because those are more likely to be knockoffs and don't make any difference.
Don't put a Lunar Wing on a Darkrai. It will completely suppress their nightmare powers, but that's not healthy for it, and can cause illness, lethargy, or even pain. Only do it temporarily if you HAVE to, which should be rare.
Fun fact: Most Darkrai can't actually present nightmares that are frightening to the individual, but rather prey on common fears such as monsters, humiliation, the dark, death, and similar. Nightmares that target uncommon fears or an individual's personal fears are the mark of a well-trained Darkrai. This also means that if you don't suffer from the most common fears, you'll probably be unaffected!
Part of receiving an individual license for a Darkrai is being intentionally targeted by nightmare powers, both from a Darkrai with average and honed nightmare powers. Bringing a Lunar Wing to the exam, while technically cheating, is considered a sign of good planning and good humor unless you actually try to be sneaky about it.
Darkrai are naturally solitary, but quite like socializing with Pokemon that aren't of their own species (Darkrai shouldn't be kept together unless they're family or already get along well). Most Pokemon naturally avoid Darkrai but can be acclimated to them fairly easily.
For the safety of you/other Pokemon and Darkrai's comfort, having a dark spot they can retreat to, specifically for them, is great.
Darkrai tend to enjoy puzzle cubes/similar toys for Pokemon with simplistic but workable hands. They also have some degree of psychic power, meaning enrichment stuff aimed at Psychic Pokemon can be enjoyable for them.
The best way to train a Darkrai to be careful with its nightmare powers is not to scold them for using said powers, but to reward them when they don't - especially in a frightening or overstimulating situation. Most Darkrai won't have much trouble with this.
Darkrai don't like a lot of bright lights or noise, and tend to be nocturnal or crepuscular (active at dawn and dusk). The ideal Trainer to match a Darkrai's usual personality would be a fairly quiet, not overly extroverted night owl.
Thanks to not being huge, Darkrai don't need a ton of space as long as they have a quiet place to hang out in. Similarly, their habitat needs are fairly minimal and they're not territorial beyond the desire for a small space of their own. If I make a list of Legendary/Mythical Pokemon you could ethically keep in an average apartment, Darkrai would be on it.
Darkrai need an average of six to seven and a half hours of sleep per day, but this varies upward (rarely lower) depending on their health, age, diet, and other factors. They also nap frequently.
Darkrai love to observe things. They will stare at you. A lot. It can be creepy.
Darkrai are omnivorous, but also feed off of dreams and negative energy like Shuppet, Drowzee, or Munna do. This means that Trainers who work well with their Darkrai usually report a calmer, more relaxed mental state with the odd nightmare. That's not a reason not to be careful, Darkrai nightmares can be extremely upsetting to some people (I myself couldn't train a Darkrai because I don't handle that well), but overall Darkrai aren't a drain on mental health...contrary to popular opinion.
Darkrai get slandered hard in a lot of media and public opinion. While there was that fantastic movie set in Alamos Town a while ago, most portrayals of Darkrai paint them as unsympathetic at best and their nightmare powers give them an awful reputation. As such, prepare for scrutiny from your neighbors, friends, or family - or even strangers. People will absolutely try to make your Pokemon their business.
Darkrai are in reality quite relaxed, nonaggressive Pokemon and 90% of the time, if threatened, they will give you a nightmare and book it. Some people expecting a scary, dark Pokemon actually end up disappointed because the majority of Darkrai are so chill.
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Meeting Cindy Williams
I am still in utter shock at the sudden passing of Cindy Williams. So I thought it might help me if I tell the story in written form of the time I met her back in 2021.
It was a typical August, well maybe not so typical for me. My mom had been through a major health challenge and I had recently quit my job due to depression and suicidal thoughts. I even spent a few days as an outpatient in a mental hospital because of it. As all of that was slowly coming behind me, my favorite (and nearest) comic con, Planet Comicon, was about to occur in Kansas City, Missouri, a few hours away from where I live.
The guest I was originally looking forward to had cancelled last minute due to COVID travel restrictions (hence why I went as Princess Leia but I’ll mention that more later). But as I looked through the guest list another name caught my eye. Cindy Williams from Laverne & Shirley. Now I had seen Laverne & Shirley once before, the episode with Carrie Fisher which ironically didn’t even have Cindy in it. While the episode hadn’t kick started me into the series back in 2016 when I watched it I remember throughly enjoying it. So I thought I’d watch this show again and see if I actually like it without Carrie Fisher to tide my attention. I tried finding episodes online to watch, which was difficult but I did anyway and eventually found Pluto TV which at the time was only showing select episodes at certain schedules.
I enjoyed the show and decided I would meet Cindy at the con. It was a lovely Saturday morning at around 10:40ish am. I went up to her table. And she was so delighted to see me. As I mentioned earlier I was dressed as Princess Leia, hair buns and all, because of the other guest. I knew so little knowledge of Cindy at the time that I had no idea she had auditioned for the role of Princess Leia. But she wasn’t offended or anything. She genuinely liked my cosplay, and was impressed that I did the hair buns using my own hair, which was pretty long at the time. I noticed she had a Laverne & Shirley face mask, and I commented that I liked it. She offered to give it to me, if it weren’t for COVID safety. This woman was so sweet. If anything I want people to take that away from this story. So sweet, so kind, so caring. She did my autograph, inscribed: “Love, Peace & Happiness to Brianna.” She signed it and asked if I wanted her to include “Shirley.” I did, even though I didn’t realize the picture I had picked out wasn’t just a generic photo of her. It was from More American Graffiti.
Anyway, next it came time to take our photo together. Now I rarely look good in pictures. But this one came out really well for the both of us. It’s been my screensaver on my phone since late 2021. We then said our goodbyes and I told her I would see her later at the professional photo op and her panel. Later at the professional photo op she remembered me, not my name but my face and outfit. And she asked me again what my name was, and I told her. That picture is nice too but the one at her table is my favorite so it is the one I always share.
Later that evening at her panel she shared many anecdotes from her life and answered questions including favorite episodes (she said “Guinea Pigs” here). And she mentioned her upcoming one woman show “Me, Myself & Shirley. From that moment on I was determined to see it, buying tickets to four different shows over the past year and a half that all got cancelled. It just wasn’t meant to be.
My biggest regret from that day was not getting to tell her how much she and Shirley and Boo Boo Kitty meant to me. But I was so new to the show then and didn’t yet know that, so I guess my biggest regret is not getting to see her show and tell her these things. My most recent plan was to go to Austin, TX in May to see her show there. But again, it wasn’t meant to be.
I’ll always remember how warm and kind Cindy was to me. May she rest in peace.
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In 2020, Nazia was working at a data entry office in Hyderabad, but dreamed of being a beautician. Then, on YouTube, she saw a video about Urban Company, a platform similar to the US site TaskRabbit, which promises to connect workers—plumbers, electricians, painters, beauticians, and others—with clients who need their services. Workers who join the platform as beauticians often pay upward of $500 to register and receive a salon equipment kit. For Nazia, it felt like an investment worth taking.
When it launched in 2014, Urban Company was revolutionary for India’s disjointed home services market, providing customers with vetted and trained workers through an easy-to-use interface. Nazia was one of tens of thousands of workers who joined the platform, which grew and grew thanks to consecutive rounds of fundraising from investors including Tiger Global and Prosus Ventures, becoming the largest home services provider in India, valued at almost $3 billion. Then it expanded into the United Arab Emirates and Singapore. In 2023, it launched in the US.
For workers it promised an opportunity to work flexibly, and earn well. In 2020, Fair Work, a research group that studies gig work companies, rated the company the best for workers in India, giving it a score of eight out of 10 on parameters that include fair pay and working conditions. (Uber scored one out of 10).
Nazia got stellar ratings and reviews from customers on the platform—so much so that she was invited to pay $300 to upgrade her account to Prime, which gave her access to better-paying jobs.
“Everything was going great,” she says. “With the money I made, I was able to help my family, buy a two-wheeler, and save money for my wedding.”
Urban Company fostered an identity for itself that was different from other gig work platforms, particularly for women. But since the start of the year, things have gone downhill, fast. Thousands of workers have found themselves arbitrarily dumped from the platform for not meeting new targets that they say have been set unattainably high. Nazia is among them. The platform, it seems, is subject to the same cycle of “enshittification” as its peers, sacrificing the incentives it had offered to get workers onto the platform in order to turn a profit—and abandoning its promises of flexibility in the process.
Urban Company declined to comment.
The first sign of trouble at Urban Company started in 2021, as the pandemic hit the home services business. The company slipped in Fairwork’s rankings, scoring five out of 10. Workers twice held protests demanding lower commissions and safer working conditions. After a media storm, Urban Company published a Medium blog introducing a “12 point program” to “improve partner earnings and livelihood”—which included lowering commissions and introducing an SOS helpline for women’s safety. In an attempt to be more transparent, the company started publishing a partner earnings index, but it also filed lawsuits against four protesters for “illegal and unlawful” actions.
But things got really difficult for Urban Company’s workers in 2023. The platform introduced a new rule stipulating that workers had to maintain an acceptance rate of at least 70 percent, a customer rating of at least 4.7 out of 5, and cancel fewer than four jobs per month. Failure meant being blocked from the app. Nazia managed to keep her ratings above 4.8 until May 2023, when they slipped to 4.69. She was temporarily blocked and put into “retraining”—an online video course followed by 10 bookings that she had to take free of charge in an attempt to boost her rating. Unfortunately, for Nazia, her rating did not budge from 4.69. Since then, she’s been out of work.
“It all happened so quickly,” Nazia says. Now she’s stuck with $2,500 in loans.
I spoke to more than a dozen women like Nazia, all of whom asked for anonymity to protect themselves from retribution and say they were blocked by the platform after failing to meet what they believe were unrealistic expectations.
In Bengaluru, Shabnam—who used a friend’s credit card to pay the $500 joining fee—found that Urban Company started assigning her jobs farther and farther away from home. With rising costs and high commissions, taking these distant trips was “as good as earning nothing,” she says. She turned down the jobs that weren’t economically viable, and soon her response rate—the number of jobs she accepted—dropped to 20 percent. In June, she was dropped from the platform.
Seema, who had worked for Urban Company for five years, had a miscarriage earlier this year. As she was being rushed to the hospital, she didn’t have time to mark in the Urban Company app that she wasn’t able to work that day. Her acceptance rate of bookings fell to 30 percent. She couldn’t get her rate back up to the mandated 80 percent, and she was permanently suspended from the platform. “I went to the office with the doctor’s prescription and everything. They still did not agree to reinstate my account,” Seema says.
In Hyderabad, Sunanda says her account was deactivated earlier this year after a death in the family meant she had to cancel some jobs. She pleaded with a company representative on its helpline and in person—she even submitted the death certificate, but she’s still blocked. “They said they cannot reinstate my account because my rating is not 4.7 or above. I told them my rating is 4.69 and if they give me a chance I will bring it back up, but they refused,” Sunanda, 42, said. “They have given the customers this one weapon: ratings.”
As well as the stick of targets and quotas, Urban Company also offered a carrot for workers: shares in the business.
In 2022, the company announced its Partner Stock Options Program (PSOP), granting shares worth $18 million over the next five to seven years. The following November, they awarded stocks worth approximately $635,000 to 500 partners. But while the PSOPs seemed to be almost guaranteed for workers, the process of accessing them is heavily gamified.
Pratima, an Urban Company beautician, was very excited at the end of 2022 when she realized she’d made it to the top 10 list of workers in her category in Bengaluru. If she continued to stay in the top 10 until April, she was told she’d be granted the company’s stock options that following November. “They call us partners, but don’t treat us like it,” said Pratima, requesting to be referred to under a pseudonym. “I was hoping that if I get a share in the company, maybe then I will be treated like a partner.”
By February, Pratima had completed more than 200 jobs, and she was still in the top 10. Then, a series of low ratings by disgruntled customers pulled down her overall rating, blocking her temporarily and dropping her off the leaderboard. She kept at it, worked back-to-back jobs, and got herself unblocked and back into the rankings. April came around, and she was in the top 10. But then the company seemed to have extended the contest—the leaderboard has kept on counting, but the workers don’t know what’s going on. “It’s like they are making us run a marathon in the name of shares,” she says.
For women who were sold Urban Company’s promises of flexibility and empowerment, the shock of losing their livelihood or being forced to work longer and longer hours has been exacerbated by a sense of betrayal.
“For women especially, a lot of times they have care responsibilities at home, and so there’s hope to find work that’s flexible, that allows them to pick up their kids from school or take junior to the doctor,” says Alexandrea Ravenelle, an author of two books on gig work and a sociology assistant professor at the University of North Carolina Chapel Hill. “A lot of these platforms are playing off of that need for flexibility because, for many of the workers who are coming to these platforms, an alternative isn’t a white-collar job in a tech office where they can bring the play pen and set the kid up.”
The mismatch between the promise of these platforms and their reality becomes clear when the businesses move from their early growth phase, in which they are able to burn investors’ cash, to one where they have to start to turn a profit.
When two-sided marketplaces that match workers with clients grow, they try to make things as comfortable as possible for workers to create a deep pool of available services. “The shortcut way to do this is to offer incentives to them—be it sellers, drivers, or other gig workers—showing them that this is a lucrative business,” says Rutvik Doshi, a general partner at VC firm Athera Venture Partners.
Companies spend big on marketing as they try to grow as fast as possible (during the 2021–2022 financial year, Urban Company spent close to $30 million on marketing and clocked a loss of over $60 million), working on the assumption that one day the demand for their services will become organic, the suppliers will start making enough money without incentives, and the platform will be able to raise the commissions it takes off its workers.
But when this doesn’t happen, companies desperately rework their models. When they need to curb spending, or when they struggle to raise new funding, marketing is the first thing they cut. Demand drops, creating an oversupply of workers on the platform. “And the excessive supply on the platforms feels the pinch. That’s the typical cycle with a two-sided marketplace,” Doshi says.
On July 10, Urban Company CEO Abhiraj Bahl released a video to the company’s workers explaining the new strict policies. He said that each year, 45 percent of customers use the platform just once and don’t make a second booking, while 15 to 20 percent of workers leave. “And as a result of all of this, Urban Company is still a loss-making company,” he said in the video, part of which has been viewed by WIRED. “So we are losing customers and we are also losing money.”
He blamed the decline in customers on “poor quality service” and “off-platform jobs”—that is, workers making private arrangements with clients and taking their work off Urban Company, something that’s a serious risk to the company’s model. “It’s kind of an existential question: They need the workers and the customers to stay on their platform in order to remain an intermediary,” says Ambika Tandon, a tech and labor researcher at the Center for Internet and Society think tank.
All of this has led the company to push its workers into a mold that essentially has all the downsides of regular employment but few of the benefits. For workers who joined the platform for its flexibility and autonomy, this reality of platform work becomes difficult to reconcile with.
“Urban Company is trying to imagine an ideal worker for this particular model to be someone who is always available, gives their 100 percent, [doesn’t] cancel at all, has no family responsibilities,” Tandon says. “But a lot of these workers are single parents, who have family responsibility and children to take care of. These are not folks who will fit into this model of having a 80 percent, 90 percent acceptance rate.”
In June, WhatsApp groups used by Urban Company workers were flooded with messages about one of their peers, who had reportedly died by suicide after the company deactivated her account—leaving her with no source of income. Several workers I spoke with said that while the news was shocking, none of them knew the victim. “We were vexed,” Seema from Bengaluru says, “But the problem is that all of us are so isolated from each other. The platform doesn’t have any get-togethers, nothing. We all don’t have any relationships, which is a plus point for Urban Company.”
But, like their peers across the platform economy, Urban Company workers are now getting organized. In June and July, hundreds of Urban Company workers took to the streets in Mumbai, Delhi, Bengaluru, and Kolkata. Shabnam was present at one of the protests last month in Bengaluru, demanding that the company reinstate her account. With this, they have joined thousands of Indian gig workers from Uber, Ola, Swiggy, Blinkit and more.
There have been at least half a dozen such protests across different cities in India since the beginning of the year—all of them essentially fighting for the same reasons: better pay and working conditions, a ban on unfair practices, and laws governing gig work that workers can lean on for safety and protection. “It’s not just Urban Company that has been blocking accounts,” said Shaik Salauddin, founder of Telangana Gig and Platform Worker Union. “Ola, Uber, Swiggy, Zomato, Amazon, Flipkart—all aggregator companies are doing this.”
Rikta Krishnaswamy, a coordinator with the All India Gig Workers Union, said that the union has had conversations with the labor departments across different cities, including Delhi and Pune. Another meeting is coming up in Mumbai. “We have raised complaints against these illegal dismissals, and the labor departments in Delhi, Noida, and Gurugram have sent notices to the company for a meeting,” she said. “Let’s see if they actually show up.”
Some of the workers whose accounts were blocked have been able to get it reinstated, provided their rating was not lower than 4.7 and they weren’t blocked for trust and safety issues. But, if the video shared by Bahl is any indication, things are only going to get worse by the end of the year. The company has launched a salon quality improvement program called Project Shakti, under which, by December, the performance metrics are going to get even stricter for beauticians: an acceptance rate greater than 80 percent, no more than three monthly cancellations, and “100 percent orders delivered on UC app only.” The rating threshold will continue to be at a minimum of 4.7.
The new policy is being hammered home. Workers whose accounts have been reinstated and those already active on the platform are being called for a meeting to the Urban Company office in small groups of around 10. Some have to watch Bahl’s video. Then they are presented with new terms and conditions to sign, which include consent for them to be permanently blocked from the platform if they miss their targets.
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Essential Oils and Dogs: Unleashing the Safety Tips for Your Furry Friend
Essential oils have gained popularity for their therapeutic and aromatic properties in the realm of holistic health. While humans often enjoy the benefits of these oils, the use of essential oils around pets, particularly dogs, requires careful consideration. Dogs have unique physiological characteristics, making them more sensitive to certain substances found in essential oils.
Understanding the Risks
Just like with cats, essential oils can pose risks to dogs due to their distinct metabolism. Dogs have a heightened sense of smell, and their skin can absorb oils more readily than humans. Moreover, they lack specific enzymes to process certain compounds found in essential oils, making them vulnerable to adverse reactions. The consequences of exposure can range from mild skin irritation to more severe symptoms like drooling, vomiting, difficulty breathing, and liver damage.
Toxic Essential Oils for Dogs
Several essential oils are particularly toxic to dogs and should be avoided entirely:
a. Tea Tree Oil: Known for its antiseptic properties, tea tree oil can cause toxic reactions in dogs, leading to skin irritation, lethargy, and even paralysis if ingested.
b. Cinnamon Oil: This oil can irritate a dog's skin and gastrointestinal tract, potentially causing vomiting and diarrhea.
c. Peppermint Oil: Although safe in small doses for some dogs, concentrated peppermint oil can cause digestive issues and respiratory problems.
d. Citrus Oils: Oils like lemon, lime, and orange contain compounds that can lead to skin irritation and upset stomachs in dogs.
Safe Usage of Essential Oils Around Dogs
If you use essential oils in your home and have a canine companion, follow these precautions to ensure their safety:
1. Dilution: Always dilute essential oils significantly before using them around dogs. Using carrier oils like coconut oil or jojoba oil can help reduce the potency.
2. Avoid Direct Contact: Refrain from applying undiluted essential oils directly onto your dog's skin, especially in sensitive areas like the abdomen and face.
3. Diffusion: When diffusing essential oils, ensure proper ventilation and avoid using the diffuser in a confined space.
4. Observe Your Dog: Pay close attention to your dog's behavior and look for signs of distress or discomfort. If you notice any adverse reactions, discontinue use immediately.
Alternative Approaches to Aromatherapy for Dogs
While essential oils may not be suitable for all dogs, there are alternative methods to create a calming environment for your furry friend:
1. Herbal Infusions: Some dog-safe herbs like chamomile and lavender can be used to create gentle infusions for their beds or living areas.
2. Professional Advice: Seek guidance from a veterinarian or a certified animal aromatherapist before introducing any new scents or remedies to your dog's routine.
While essential oils have therapeutic benefits for humans, it's crucial to approach their use around dogs with caution. Dogs' unique physiology makes them vulnerable to potential dangers associated with essential oils, especially when used irresponsibly. Always prioritize your dog's well-being by choosing safe alternatives or consulting with a professional before introducing any new scents into their environment. By being mindful and informed, you can create a harmonious and safe living space for your beloved canine companion.
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How to Find a Home for Sale: A Step-by-Step Guide
Buying a home is a significant milestone in many people's lives. Whether you're a first-time homebuyer or looking to make a move, finding the right home for sale can be an exciting but sometimes challenging process. To help you navigate this journey, we've put together a step-by-step guide on how to find a home for sale that suits your needs and preferences.
1. Determine Your Budget
Before you start searching for homes, it's essential to establish a clear budget. Consider factors such as your down payment, monthly mortgage payments, property taxes, insurance, and maintenance costs. Knowing your budget will help you narrow down your options and prevent you from falling in love with a home that's outside your financial reach.
2. Get Pre-Approved for a Mortgage
Getting pre-approved for a mortgage is a critical step in the home-buying process. It not only gives you a clear idea of how much you can borrow but also makes you a more attractive buyer to sellers. Contact lenders and provide the necessary financial documents to begin the pre-approval process.
3. Define Your Preferences
Make a list of your preferences for your future home. Consider the number of bedrooms, bathrooms, location, commute times, school districts, and any specific features you desire (e.g., a backyard, a garage, or a particular architectural style). This will help you refine your search criteria.
4. Use Online Real Estate Platforms
Online real estate platforms like Zillow, Realtor.com, Redfin, and local MLS websites are valuable tools for finding homes for sale. You can search for properties based on your criteria, view photos, read descriptions, and save your favorite listings.
5. Work with a Real Estate Agent
Real estate agents have access to the latest listings and can provide guidance throughout the buying process. They can also help you schedule viewings, negotiate offers, and handle the paperwork. Find an experienced local agent to assist you in your search.
6. Attend Open Houses
Open houses are a great way to get a feel for a property and the neighborhood. Make a list of the open houses in your target areas and attend as many as possible. Don't hesitate to ask questions and take notes.
7. Research Neighborhoods
Do thorough research on the neighborhoods you're interested in. Consider factors like safety, schools, amenities, and future development plans. Online tools, local government websites, and community forums can provide valuable insights.
8. Consider Off-Market Listings
Not all homes for sale are listed on public websites. Some sellers prefer a more discreet approach. Your real estate agent may have access to off-market listings, which can give you a competitive advantage in a tight housing market.
9. Evaluate the Property
When you find a home that piques your interest, inspect it thoroughly. Look for any signs of damage or needed repairs. Consider hiring a professional home inspector to provide a comprehensive assessment.
10. Make an Offer
Once you've found the perfect home, work with your real estate agent to prepare and submit an offer. Be prepared to negotiate with
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The Dinacharya
This is the dinacharya I came up with for myself. If you don’t know what a dinacharya is, Google it. Some of the items are checked off because I took this dinacharya from my dinacharya document, where I keep track of doing it. I’m too lazy to get rid of the checks. How hard is one supposed to work, anyways? So, here it is:
Get Up - check
Turn off my alarm clock - check
Drink a cup of coffee - check
Turn on computer and check the wall calendar - check
Wash my face
Floss my teeth
Brush my teeth
Use mouthwash
Use my tongue scraper
Clean out my eyes - check
Rub my eyes
Take a shower
Exfoliate
Mop the floor of the bathroom
Brush and comb hair
Brush and comb body hair
Apply lip balm - check and lotion
Brush and comb body hair
Get dressed - check
Do my nails
Eat the 1st meal of the day - breakfast - check, including 4 shots of espresso - check
Set up internet and apps and timer and docs - check and then enter one contest - check, check on progress on watchlists/progress on Google stock portfolio/plan how to spend my $30 trillion gains (through a folder in my bookmarks on Chrome) - check, add one property from real estate to my wish list for real estate on Gift Hero - check, check my gmails and check at least three e-mails from each e-mail, either keeping or deleting, sign one 1 petition - check, + 5 things on thisiswhyimbroke.com to my wish lists, and check Bing Shopping/online re: what products are trending in shopping/go shopping and add 5 things to my wish lists, if there is anything I want, and check Microsoft Rewards to see if I have any points and spend as relevant - check, do apps, do docs, check the Microsoft monitor; add a rental like Airbnb to one of my wish lists, add an experience to one of my wish lists, add something from a luxury web site to my wish lists, and add 3 pieces of clothing to one of my wish lists
The Pre-Schedule Routine:
Get Dressed - check
Drink Morning Healthy Drink
Call Mom (3 calls/3 calls - check) - check
Spend money as relevant/buy stuff for $0.00/get free stuff in the morning
30 minutes after morning healthy drink, drink 4 shots of espresso - check
1 hour and 20 minutes after 4 shots of espresso, eat 1st meal of the day - check
1 hour and 20 minutes 1st meal, eat 2nd meal, etc.
Listen to binaural beats
Listen to music
Put on Hapbee for Wake Up
Watch part or all of a video
Get fresh air for 5-10 minutes
Open front door for 20 minutes
Read all or part of a comic book
Read all or part of a book
Do 20 minutes of research
Go in the sun for 5 minutes
Eat 3 leaves of organic lettuce
Eat a handful of sprouts
Smoke one dose of a mild drug/take/smoke one small dose of a drug/take
Take supplements/apply supplements - check
12 p.m. -- take supplements/apply supplements - check
check the weather - check and set the windows/heat/a.c. (a.c. - check)
-clean out my nose
-change hand towel
5 p.m. -- take supplements/apply supplements as relevant
-- use mouthwash
-- check the weather and set the windows/heat/a.c.
-clean out my nose
-change hand towel
De-smellify apartment, with the help of Hapbee Morning Coffee (wear for pre-alloted time/for 1/2 hour, going on to the next tasks as applicable)
Clean and empty ash tray
Ozonate part of Midtown for 10 minutes and check the weather - check and set the heat/a.c./windows and check for fire safety and check the fire doors and check the fans/heat/windows (fans - check) on the third floor; and check the storage room on the third floor to see if the light is on - check and to see if there is anything wrong or there are any fire hazards and check the trash room and check the benches to see if anything needs to be removed and check the hall way re: stuff left there and check the elevator area re: anything left there that needs to be removed and check the shelves by the windows re: anything on/approve?, with the help of Hapbee Afternoon Slump
Check the Wall Calendar
Check Google calendar
clean out my eyes - check
Eat 2nd meal of the day - check
Drink a cup of coffee - check
Clean out my nose - check, with the help of Hapbee Master Your Attention, leaving on for 30 minutes
A bath in raw biodynamic camel’s milk once a day
Clean dead skin off corners of mouth/off lips in front of mirror
Clean out crotch, cleaning off any film on vagina
Clean out butt
Use tongue scraper -- # of times per day?, with the help of Hapbee Creative Boost
Floss teeth
Drink a cup of coffee - check
Use mouthwash
Clean out ears
clean out belly button
Wash glasses
Inspect body/check for blemishes/check for abrasions/cover scabs and cuts with raw honey and cover with a band-aid
trim nails as needed, clean nails with a nail pick, and file nails as needed; clean feet of sock residue and toejam and turn socks inside out and shake out as relevant (i.e. don’t shake out socks if wearing sandals)
Scratch
Do morning stretches
Straighten up apmt.
Change hand towel - check
Do research online for 40 minutes, with the help of Hapbee Deep Work
Read a book/books for 1/2 hour
Eat 3rd meal of the day - check
Watch a documentary/movie for 1/2 hour, with the help of Hapbee Happy Hour
Eat 4th meal of the day - check
Take a shower
Clean dead skin off feet on Saturdays
Mop floor bathroom
Apply tallow balm to lips
apply tallow balm to whole body, including to hair and scalp and to inside of mouth and on teeth and to fingernails and toenails and under fingernails and under toenails, except for eyelashes
Use mouthwash
Use tongue scraper?
Brush hair 1x w/brush, 1x w/ comb
Brush eyebrows
Brush body hair
Brush eyelashes upwards and out of eyes after covering with tallow balm
Dry off crotch in front of fan
Dry off armpits in front of fan
Dry off area under breasts in front of fan
Check nose, cleaning off with water
Check teeth
Shake out bedding and air out bed
Priority Punch List
check e-mail with the help of Hapbee Email Mastery - check
Check mail with the help - check
Eat 5th meal of the day - check
Do Punch List I
empty trashes/recycling
straighten up apmt.
Clean apmt.
Air out closets Monday, Wednesday, and Friday
Do dishes
Turn over tobacco - check
Clean up tobacco
do laundry/take down laundry from rack(s)/hang up laundry /do hand laundry
Run errands
Go shopping
Eat 6th meal of the day - check
Do Punch List II, with the help of Hapbee Zen Companion
Do stretching
Do 1/2 hour of cardio, do 1/2 hour of weights, do 1/2 hour of yoga, and do 1/2 hour of tai chi
Play online video game
Drink 8 shots of espresso - check
Masturbate
surf Google News/MSN News
Surf White House web site
surf Northcountrynow.com/another region’s news
Surf NY state news/NY state news archives/other state news/ny.gov/NY state government web sites from ny.gov such as the state Senate, NY state assemply, etc. - check
Drink 8 shots of espresso - check
surf Natural News, with the help of Hapbee Chill Out your Senses
Surf Potsdam Village News/other village/town/city news
Surf People.com/E! News web site/US Weekly web site/TMZ web site/National Enquirer web site
Surf Infowars
Surf Huffington Post
Read U.S.A. Today
Go through the magazines on Magzter and look at the pictures
Read magazines for 1/2 hour
Play the stock market for 1/2 hour
chant
Meditate
Do Hapbee Strain Relief
Drink 8 shots of espresso (3 shots of expresso/8 shots of expresso - check)
do mudras
Watch TV for 20 minutes, with the help of Hapbee Time to Lounge
Surf Dave Asprey web sites
Surf Ben Greenfield web sites
Read a magazine for 20 minutes
Read the newspaper for 20 minutes
Play a non-online video game (I.e. -- a PC video game) for 20 minutes
Drink 3 shots of espresso
Do Pranayama
-do sign petitions/surf the web/add a rental for vacaton to my GiftHero for Places to Vist -- Vrbo/AirBnb/Christie’s rentals/add stuff to my wish lists/go on social media/go on YouTube/watch docs/watch movies/listen to audiobook/surf the web/surf Huffington Post environment section and alternative medicine articles/surf davidicke.com/surf Ethiopian news/surf Tools for Freedom/surf CureZone/surf Quora/surf Facebook/surf Twitter/surf Tumblr/surf Twitter/read a book/watch a movie/watch a documentary/watch TV/watch a video/surf YouTube/watch one or more videos on YouTube/surf shamanism.com/surf The Greenhead for 1/2 hour/surf things on kids’ toys and kids’ culture for 1/2 hour/surf Cool Things for 1/2 hour/surf Infowars for 1/2 hour/surf Natural News for 1/2 hour/read magazines online or on Libby/read Life Technology news/read Good News Network?/read journals/stretch/surf Hungarian news/read the newspaper online/read the newspaper print version/play video games/surf French news/watch Infowars/go on YouTube/surf Natural News/listen to podcast(s)/surf CNN/listen to Rense Radio/read/listen to music/surf ABC News/surf NBC News/read USA Today/surf The NY Times web page/read magazines/listen to Genesis Radio shows/surf the Real News Network web site/watch Democracy NOW!/surf treehugger.com/surf Infowars/surf Project Censored web site/surf Mother Jones' web site/watch Infowars/watch Natural News/watch music videos/listen to progressive talk radio/play board game through video games/play card games through video games/play video games/throw the Tarot/read astrology stuff/read Green Guide/read Waking Times/work on trying to achieve my world change goals through my designated means/do research [immortality, The Carnivore Diet, anti-aging medicine, evolution, astrology, neuroscience, biopsychiatry, co-evolution of humans and diet, genetics, headbands, enlightenment, conspiracy theories, anti-psychiatry, history, The Weston A. Price Foundation Diet, alternative medicine, evolution, neuroscience, biopsychiatry, co-evolution of humans and diet, New Age spirituality, genetics, headbands, shamanism, conspiracy theories, New Physics, anthroposophy, New Age phenomena, psychology, psychiatry, anti-psychiatry, cultural anthropology, biological anthropology, hats, cholesterol, the David Wolfe diet, the Gabriel Cousens Diet, Hinduism, alternative archaeology, alternative history -- especialy existence of ancient civilizations, The Feldenkrais Method, Estes psychology, eco psychology, Jungian psychology, green interior design, green architecture, parenting, pregnancy, childcare, heirloom fruits and vegetables and herbs and meat (?) and dairy (?) and other heirloom items like mushrooms and fish (?) and heritage food, vaccines, New Age spirituality, co-evolution of humans and tea, headbands, co-evolution of humans and sugar, futurism, Satanism, the devil, heathenism, shamanism, conspiracy theories, New Age phenomena, psychology, hats, cholesterol, Hinduism, alternative archaeology, alternative history -- especialy existence of ancient civilizations, green buildings (especially -- best/most green buildings)/other Green Goals, gardening, organic farming, secret societies, bodywork, biodynamic farming, parenting, chocolate, heirloom fruits and vegetables and herbs and meat (?) and dairy (?) and other heirloom items like mushrooms and fish (?) and heritage food, biohacking, biohacks, life hacks, cyberpunk, steampunk, alternative stuff, alternative lifestyles, lifestyles, luxury stuff, luxury, fabulous, fabulous stuff, music, comic books, movies, actors, actresses, models, modelling, music, musical theory, water, activated charcoal, Western occult religions, vaccines, biological anthropology -- especially -- best, English, French, English grammar, French grammar, English-French translation)]/surf CureZone/surf alternativenews.com/surf Alternet.org/surf E The Environmental Magazine web site/surf Rense.com/surf Infowars/surf davidicke.com/surf Rense.com/surf Mother Jones/surf Democracy Now!/surf Activist Post/do guided meditation/do body scan/do guided imagery/do positive affirmations/surf The Epoch Times/read the lyrics of songs and sing along/sing/sing to music/read the lyrics of songs/dance/dance to music/read an e-book/read a Kindle book on Kindle Cloud Reader/surf Dave Asprey info/surf Ben Greenfield info/surf Wise Traditions Diet info/surf biohacker info/work on my fame/surf GOOP, with the help of Hapbee Out on the Town, do some of the stuff from my wish lists (e.g. -- listen to music)
Drink 2 8 oz glasses of the best water
Do self-massage for 20 minutes, using Hapbee Wind Down
Do scalp massage/smile at myself once in the mirror/laugh once in the mirror
Do money-making endeavors
Do pinhole glasses for 20 minutes
do yogic facial exercises/do those facial exercises -- are they called facial isometrics? That Hollywood people do
Elevate legs for 20 minutes
Wash my face
Take a shower, etc.
Use tongue scraper,
Use mouthwash
Floss my teeth
pick my nose
check my calendar
Check Google calendar
check the weather and set the a.c./windows/heat
empty trash
dry crotch off in front of fan
dry off armpits in front of fan
Dry off under breasts in front of fan
clean sleep out of eyes
check that door is locked
take supplements/apply supplements
clean up clothes by end table, as relevant
Check for fire safety
clean up dishes
Make bedthe firedoors
Use Hapbee Bedtime
set alarm for the morning
Use Hapbee Deep Sleep and go to sleep
apply tallow balm to lips
apply tallow balm to hands
Brush hair
Brush eyebrows
Put on pajamas
Set alarm as necessary
Do evening stretches
Check the weather and set the windows at the end of the hallway and check
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A Complete Guide to Buying and Financing a Crane
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A Complete Guide to Buying and Financing a Crane
Buying a crane can be a significant investment, so it’s important to understand the process and make an informed decision. Here is a complete guide to buying and financing a crane:
Determine Your Needs: Before buying a crane, you need to determine the type of crane you need for your current and future projects. There are many types of cranes available, including tower cranes, mobile cranes, crawler cranes, and overhead cranes. Each type of crane has its own advantages and disadvantages, so it’s important to choose the one that is best suited for your short and long term needs.
Choose a Crane Supplier: Once you have determined the type of crane you need, you should choose a reputable supplier. Look for a supplier that has experience in the industry and offers quality cranes. You can ask for referrals from other contractors or search online for reviews and ratings.
Check the Crane’s Condition: Before finalizing the purchase, it’s important to check the crane’s condition thoroughly. You should inspect the crane’s structural integrity, mechanical components, electrical system, and safety features. If possible, you should also test the crane’s performance to ensure it’s in good working condition.
Determine the Total Cost: In addition to the purchase price of the crane, you should also consider the cost of transportation, installation, maintenance, and insurance. These costs can add up quickly, so it’s important to factor them into your budget.
Choose a Financing Option: Once you have determined the total cost of the crane, you should consider your crane financing options. You can choose to pay for the crane in cash, obtain a loan from a bank or financial institution, or lease the crane.
Cash Payment: If you have sufficient cash reserves, you may choose to pay for the crane upfront. This option provides the advantage of avoiding interest payments and owning the crane outright.
Bank Loan: If you don’t have enough cash reserves, you may obtain a loan from a bank or financial institution. The loan amount and interest rate will depend on your credit score, business history, and collateral. You should compare the interest rates and terms of different lenders to choose the one that suits your needs.
Lease: If you don’t want to commit to a long-term investment, you can choose to lease the crane. Leasing provides the advantage of lower monthly payments and flexibility to upgrade or return the crane at the end of the lease term. However, you won’t own the crane at the end of the lease, unless the lease has end of term purchase options.
Finalize the Purchase: Once you have chosen the financing option, you should finalize the purchase. You should review and sign the purchase agreement, financing agreement, and any other legal documents. You should also make the necessary payments and obtain the necessary permits and insurance.
Maintenance and Operation: After buying your crane, it’s important to maintain and operate it properly. You should follow the manufacturer’s recommendations for maintenance, hire qualified operators, and ensure the crane is operated safely and efficiently. This will help prolong the lifespan of the crane and minimize downtime and repair costs.
Should I Buy a New or Used Crane?
The decision to buy a new or used crane depends on a variety of factors, including your budget, the purpose of the crane, the expected usage, and the availability of financing.
If you have a higher budget and require a crane with the latest technology, a new crane may be the better option. New cranes often come with warranties and maintenance packages, which can give you peace of mind and ensure that the crane operates reliably. Additionally, a new crane can offer the latest safety features and meet the most current industry standards.
However, if your budget is more limited or you don’t need the latest technology, a used crane could be a more cost-effective option. Used cranes are often significantly cheaper than new cranes, which can save you a lot of money upfront. Additionally, used cranes that have been well-maintained and inspected can still provide reliable and safe operation.
Ultimately, the decision to buy a new or used crane will depend on your specific needs and circumstances. Before making a decision, you should thoroughly research the options available to you, consult with experts in the field, and weigh the pros and cons of each choice.
Popular Websites to Purchase a Crane:
There are several websites where you can purchase a crane. Here are some of the most popular:
CraneNetwork.com – This is a great website for buying and selling new and used cranes of all types. It has a vast inventory of cranes from trusted brands and sellers.
Bigge.com – Bigge Crane and Rigging Co. is one of the largest crane companies in the world, and their website is a great place to buy or rent a crane. They have an extensive inventory of cranes of all sizes and types.
Mascus.com – This is a global marketplace for heavy machinery, including cranes. You can find both new and used cranes from sellers all over the world.
IronPlanet.com – This is another website that sells both new and used cranes, as well as other heavy equipment. They offer auctions and fixed-price listings, so you can find the right crane at the right price.
EquipmentTrader.com – This website has a large inventory of cranes for sale from dealers and private sellers. You can search by type, brand, location, and other criteria to find the perfect crane for your needs.
It’s always a good idea to do your research and compare prices and features before making a purchase. Additionally, be sure to check the seller’s reputation and read customer reviews before making a purchase to ensure that you are getting a quality crane.
Crane Financing Options:
There are several financing options available for businesses looking to purchase a crane:
Bank loans: Traditional bank loans are a common financing option for purchasing a crane. Banks typically offer competitive interest rates and repayment terms that can range from several months to several years.
Equipment financing: Some lenders specialize in providing financing for equipment purchases, including cranes. These lenders may offer more flexible repayment terms or better rates and terms compared to other financing options.
Leasing: Leasing a crane can be a cost-effective way to access the equipment without a large upfront investment. Leasing terms can range from short-term rentals to long-term leases, and some may include maintenance and repair services.
Equipment auctions: Not really a financing option, but purchasing a used crane at an auction can be a more affordable option for those on a tight budget. However, it is important to thoroughly inspect the crane before making a purchase to ensure it is in good working condition. Depending on the age of the crane, most lenders will finance cranes purchased at an auction house.
When considering financing options for a crane purchase, it is important to carefully evaluate each option and compare interest rates, repayment terms, and any additional fees or charges. It may also be helpful to consult with a financial advisor or accountant to determine the best financing option for your specific situation.
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Anime North 2022
LineCon- I mean, Anime North 2022, Day One.
HEY WHOEVER TOOK A PIC WITH ME SATURDAY IN THE VENDORS HALL TAG ME OR SOMETHING!! THANKS 😊
I mainly got there at 5:30 and stood in line until 9pm just to get my badge…
I can only put 10 images but this was like a very accurate representation of the line up. There was two mega lines as shown in this representation.
Yes, I was upset and felt like I got all in cosplay just to stand in a line. Checked the buy/sell thing that was on Friday then left since standing for over 3 hours I was super exhausted.
Anime North 2022, Day Two.
My brother came with me, he was lucky to have bought a Saturday pass online before they stopped selling Saturday tickets.
We got there at 10 am, they did fix the line issue as my brother only stood in line for an hour to get his badge. But yesterday there was at least a cool breeze, Saturday was much more humid outside.
I checked out some of the vendors, had a couple people say, “omg are you Aoba that’s so cool”, someone took a picture with me.
HEY WHOEVER TOOK A PIC WITH ME SATURDAY IN THE VENDORS HALL TAG ME OR SOMETHING!! THANKS 😊
Then went to the North Building for the Cosplay Panels.
This con was soooooooo badly organized, I walked around the building I don’t know how many times trying to guess where the entrance was. Absolutely no signage saying “enter on west side” anywhere. When I finally got there, there were signs saying, “use end doors” … and no “enter here”. Lots of people would continue to walk only to figure out there were no more doors. It was so confusing…
At least inside in the “ballroom” they had water stations, cause my face was so red from that heat walking around trying to figure out where to go. I had a fan and water, and it took me about 2 hours to cool my red face down. A “safety” volunteer was worried about me… ehehe.
The three cosplay panels I went to starting at 12:30 were all by the same panelist Lenore, who works for worbla and is a professional photographer. Her panels were amazing, very informative and she was quite funny xD (She’s elementalinsight on Instagram and Elemental Photography and Design on Facebook.)
The third panel, the Embellishment and Detailing in Cosplay panel, she had two other guests, they also did a very good job with their panel.
Overall, due to the horrible Friday lineup and lack of organization or signage, this being my first ever anime north and first time ever cosplaying… I had a very bad experience.
There was nothing really in the vendors hall I wanted, all I spent was $15 bucks on an overpriced fan so I wouldn’t die of heat stroke.
In the line on Friday lots of people WERE NOT wearing masks when not social distancing. I wore it because I am overweight and DO NOT want to get covid with you. With that surgical mask on my nose kept running. My brother said when he had to wear them he had that problem too. So my eyes and nose kill. Also pulled a muscle in my leg as those skinny jeans give you like no range of motion in your legs, I got no idea how Seii-chan did it... Oh wait, he does this for a living. lol
I had to pass out at 8pm since my eyes were killing me so badly I couldn’t stare at a screen and my eyes kept watering. I even cleaned the makeup off with cotton swabs and mineral oil but I still work up with super puffy eyes this morning.
Not going back today, as I said there’s not really anything I want in the vendors hall. It’s cool if you are into a more “recent” fandom, which I’m not… so I found absolutely no Dramatical Murder stuff, as I guessed I wouldn’t. They had lots of cool weapons for cosplay and Japanese food, candy, drinks etc. But if I really wanted any pokey, hi-chews, etc, I’d go to my local grocery store who sells it for cheaper then you.
So yeah, today is rest day and hope my puffy eyes go down, otherwise I’ll need to go to the drugstore and get some eye cream. ☹
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