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Relocating to London for Information Technology Jobs
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Are you an IT professional and in the process of looking for a new challenge or job opportunity, you may want to consider relocating to the capital to find quality IT jobs in London. Contact a reliable IT recruitment agency. Over the years, this buzzing and bustling city has become one of the world’s leading tech capitals and offers a fast-moving and diverse IT scene.
You will find many major tech companies providing startups, and innovation centres, for available IT jobs in London and in various sectors, such as finance, media, education, health, and government. If you get an opportunity to enjoy the benefits of living in a cosmopolitan city with all of its great attractions, entertainment, and services. London is a great place to live and work. Many new job seekers to IT, use London as a springboard to kickstart their careers because of the various and many opportunities.
Yes, you will find many of the big players such as Facebook and Google in London but don’t overlook the smaller commercial entities. The city really does offer a fantastic range of opportunities when it comes to finding work within the IT sector.
But, relocating to London for an IT job also involves major preparation and planning. Here are some tips on how to relocate to London successfully:
Finding a suitable IT job: The first step is to search for suitable and available IT jobs in London that ideally match your skills, experience, and interests. You can use online platforms such as Relocate Me. Checking out more than one IT recruitment agency is another good idea. It is all too easy to settle for the first recruitment agency you come across. The best thing you can do is to contact a couple of different specialist agencies and see which agency best matches your gut feeling and how proactive and responsive they are towards your experience and the skill sets you have gained.
 Coming from abroad, may mean you have to apply for a UK work visa: The next step is to apply for a UK work visa that allows you to work legally within that country. Many IT jobs in London are held by an authorised and talented foreign workforce. Your IT recruitment agency may even help you with this task. What you need varies depending on what country you are relocating from. Be aware that there may be some fees involved in this process.
Arrange your own accommodation; An IT recruitment agency may be able to give you some advice when it comes to accommodation, but they will not arrange accommodation for you. There are numerous platforms that you can use. You also need to consider transportation. Getting anywhere around London by car is often a nightmare. Using public transport, using buses, and the underground is a much better idea.  Just bear in mind that even getting around London by public transport is not particularly cheap. You may be able to save money by living close to your new IT job in London.
Relocating and finding ideal IT jobs in London is a doubly hard challenge, even as a British person. Make sure your intended job, is fairly easy to get, and listen to any advice from your IT recruitment agency. They have probably helped other IT candidates settle successfully in their job quest and enjoy everything this super-sized and enjoyable environment and the community has to offer.
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aro-bird · 2 months
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Okay, for aro awareness week, I need you all to start recognizing that:
NOT EVERYONE IN THE ARO COMMUNITY IS FROM THE UNITED STATES OR EUROPE.
Please, when we're having discussions about aphobia, allonormativity amatonormativity, and other issues for the love of god STOP PRETENDING THAT WE DON'T EXIST AND LISTEN TO US!
We aren't just your token aros that exist in the other side of the world just for you to prove that we are everywhere or whatever point you're trying to make, we are living, breathing human beings and members of the aro community and we deserve respect and to be remembered not as a point in your discourse but as equals.
I am sick and tired of people just assuming that everyone in the community is either from the United States or Europe and only centering those voices in the discussion. We exist too.
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abovethemists · 11 months
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Me all season: Ted is going back to Kansas at the end of the series. Obviously he needs to be with Henry.
Me now that it’s a reality:
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raaorqtpbpdy · 7 months
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Okay just watched the first five episode of Gen V and I just wanna say that in addition to Jordan being an amazing character, the actors who play them are phenomenal. There was not a single moment where I didn’t buy that they were the same person. Fucking exceptional there. A++
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javelinbk · 11 months
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17th June 1963. After recording their fourth episode of ‘Pop Go The Beatles’, John, George and Ringo give Paul ‘the bumps’ on the eve of his 21st birthday.
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Delaware Road, London, 17th June 1963. Photographs by Dezo Hoffman.
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mmvalentine · 6 months
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Lucky | Feysand
It was a throw away comment and Feyre knows it.
“Stop leaving glasses out!” Rhys had said, half laughing, tugging the end of her ponytail and dropping two cups and a mug into the sink.
Rhys makes her a cup of tea every evening, and it’s one of the hundred little ways that Feyre feels spoiled. She does like to keep a glass of water on the night stand, and where Tamlin hated it when she worked, Rhys has always supported her career. So they both leave early in the morning and more often than not, there’s a small collection of glassware in their bedroom.
It's completely fair that Rhys would prefer that she take them to the kitchen in the morning.
So why is it that the comment unsteadies her?
“I’m sorry,” Feyre says, and rushes to the sink. Her hands shake on the sponge. “My brain doesn’t function in the morning, I’ll remember to wash up before bed.” She goes for casual but it comes out breathless, and the Rhys looks over with a frown.
Maybe it’s because she’s been here for four weeks but doesn’t trust this yet.
Not Rhys- he’s been nothing but gorgeous, and patient, and kind. He’s so completely sure about her and in some ways that’s the most wonderful thing about him. And in some ways, it’s a lot of fucking pressure.
Rhys comes to stand behind her and puts his nose on her neck. Closes his fingers over her wrists until she stops moving, and wraps his arms around her waist.
“That’s fair,” he murmurs. “It’s not a real gripe.”
Some nights, Feyre lies awake in the dark, long after Rhys has fallen asleep, and tries to deep-breathe the fear away. It never works. But how can she tell him? It’s not his fault. The problems are all in her head.
“I’m sorry,” Feyre whispers, and she doesn’t mean the glasses.
She knows it’s not realistic, but it’s hard to fight the urge to be as perfect as possible, because she’s never had it so good, and the fact that it could break any day now is more than enough to keep her guts in permanent knots. She’s been holding her lips closed over the anxiety. She’s been trying so hard. She’s brittle enough that the shallow criticism lands like failure in her stomach.
“It’s okay,” Rhys murmurs. He picks up a tea towel and dries her hands, dragging her waist away from the sink. “You’re safe, honey.”
Sometimes Feyre forgets that Rhys does know. Knows better than most- after all, he’s known Tamlin longer than she has. Still, she’s both embarrassed and relieved that he can read her so easily.
“I didn’t mean it,” Rhys says. “Please leave cups in the room. It means you live here and that is so wonderful, to me.”
Rhys sits down on the couch and pulls her into his lap. Feyre hides her face in his chest and wishes, for the thousandth time, that she was better than this. That her fear of Tamlin’s anger would not be an unwelcome third in her and Rhys’s house.
“Hey,” Rhys whispers. “Don’t be sad, beautiful girl.” He slides his hand under her hair, and touches their foreheads together. “You’re okay.”
And then he kisses her, and it helps.
Feyre takes a deep breath, and kisses him back. It’s difficult to be here, it’s difficult to let herself be loved like this. But touching Rhys is always easy, and soon her fingers find his collar and his jaw and the raven curls at the back of his head. And she can feel him smile against her mouth when she tugs him closer.
“Does this help?” he asks. Feyre just nods, and kisses him again. The rough of Rhys’s palms walk up her back, under her shirt, until his hand rests behind her neck.
“I have less anxiety when you’re touching me,” she admits, and Rhys chuckles softly.
“That’s good,” he says, and in the next moment he’s lifted her up out of his lap and laid her back down on the couch cushions. He settles easily between her legs, and every time it’s a thrill to Feyre that he’s hard because of her. His mouth wanders from her lips to her throat to her collar bone and back up.
“I’m not mad,” he says, because that’s always what she’s afraid of and he knows it. “Of course I’m not, you’re such a good girl, how could I be?”
And like clockwork those two words make her brain slide, and her eyes close as his tongue travels the indent that runs from under her sternum to her navel.
“Please,” Feyre breathes. Rhys just looks up at her from under the ink of his eyelashes, and continues kissing down her stomach. “Please,” she says again, and this time he leans up and kisses her heavy on the mouth.
“That’s such a pretty word on your tongue,” he tells her. Feyre doesn’t respond, she’s concentrating on Rhys’s belt buckle and the button beneath it. He glances down, and then gives her a pitying look. “My poor darling,” he says. His teeth graze the corner of her jaw. “You need this, huh?”
Feyre wins her battle with Rhys’s zipper and slides her hand down the front of his jeans. She’s rewarded with a shudder that rips across his shoulders, and it only makes her melt further into the couch.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You need it?” Rhys asks again. He grinds against her palm and she loves how even when he’s in control, he comes undone a little under her hands. “You need me to fuck it better?”
“Yes,” Feyre says again, and now she shoves his jeans the rest of the way off him, and Rhys pulls his shirt over his head in one motion. He gets his mouth on her throat and his hand on her breast, and Feyre’s limbs reach up and around him to pull him closer than skin. He drags her tights off, agonizingly slow, and then her shirt, and every inch that’s exposed is immediately pressed up against the warmth of him, searing but sweet.
“Tell me how much,” Rhys says, and it’s only the cotton of her underwear that’s between them when he rolls his hips against hers. Feyre closes her eyes, speaks against the slant of his cheek.
“Too much,” she says. He hooks her leg over his shoulder and Feyre’s back arches up off the couch. “And too often. You have no idea…” she trails off, trying to press up against Rhys as he moves all too slowly.
“Too often?” he asks. His fingers drift down, toying with the waistband of her panties.
“All the time,” she gasps. Her hands scrabble on his shoulders as he drags the elastic down over her hips.
“I wish you’d tell me.” He starts to kiss down over her breasts, but Feyre pulls him back up to her lips and slide her tongue against his. He groans softly in her mouth, and she pulls her knees up the sides of his ribcage, digs her heels into base of his back. “I wish you’d lean over, while we’re watching TV, and tell me how bad…” here Rhys pauses to draw a shaky breath because Feyre is wet against his naked cock, “…you need to be fucked.”
“I’m telling you now,” Feyre argues, and lifts her hips to prove her point.
“You are,” Rhys concedes, and presses up against heat of her. “And you’re doing such a good job.” He pushes inside her, and Feyre’s head drops back against the cushions. She breathes in, and it feels like a long time she’s been holding her breath. “Look at me,” Rhys says, and when she opens her eyes he’s watching her face change when he moves out and back in. His hips punch forward when she meets the violet of his gaze, and Feyre gasps.
“That’s it baby,” Rhys murmurs. “Keep looking at me.”
It’s easier said than done- Rhys’s eyes scald her and every time their hips touch her mind slides.
“Come on honey, you can do it.”
Feyre’s eyes snap open, but somehow there’s five hundred years in that stare and it’s a lot to bear. She tips her head back and throws her arm over her face.
And then Rhys’s fingers close over her throat, and it’s strange that this makes her feel safer, that it always makes her feel safer when he’s holding her down because every other moment she’s on the verge of floating away altogether.
“Is that better?” Rhys asks. His eyes darken above her, and she loves knowing that he likes her like this.
“Yes,” she breathes, and his grip tightens.
“You’re so good,” he tells her. “My good girl.”
Feyre can’t help it, she moans at the praise and the sound pushes Rhys’s pace up. This time when her eyes squeeze shut he lets her. Sits up on his heels to get a deeper angle and puts his teeth on her ankle.
“You want to be good for me, don’t you?” Rhys asks. He slides his thumb against her tongue for a second, before touching it to her clit. She can’t answer, because he keeps his rhythm while he talks to her and it’s knocking the breath from her lungs. “You look so pretty like this, baby.” His eyes rake over her, hooded and muddled, and there’s nothing quite so intoxicating as watching him look at her.
Rhys leans his forearms on either side of her face and leans down over her. Feyre’s hands come up automatically to follow the muscles of his back. She thinks he’ll kiss her, but when she tilts her face up he just flicks his eyes down to her mouth and then back up. He slows down now, moves in long, languid strokes that make Feyre feel like she’s drowning.
“You know,” he murmurs. “You can always tell me if you need this.” This time he does kiss her, and the next time he speaks it’s right next to her ear. “I’d drop everything and bend you over. Empty your head just like you like.”
Feyre‘s nails dig into Rhys’s shoulders and he shifts again, moving fast now and breathing shallow.
“Come on baby,” he says, and she can hear the strain in his voice. “Feel good for me.”
She doesn’t need to be told, he always feels good and today is no exception. Not when the snap of his hips makes a steady undertow that she is fast being dragged in by, not when the smell of him this close is enough to drive her to distraction, not when she can feel him start to chase his own release and knows that she’s the one making him feel like this.
“Give it to me,” she whispers. “I want it, want to feel you…”
But Rhys just laughs and shakes his head. “You first, angel.”
Feyre is tempted to see if she can make him lose control, but the way he moves is too good to ignore. And, she’s never one to pass up an opportunity to show him how good she can be.
“Right now,” Rhys says, under her ear, and honestly it’s so easy with him. Feyre breaks in between one breath and the next, and it’s a thing that wrings her out over and over in the cage of Rhys’s arms. It’s somewhere in the aftershocks that Rhys comes too, and she hasn’t told him but this is the part to Feyre that feels so intense she never quite feels like she’ll survive it. But of course she does, and minutes later the world filters back in and the couch cushions are scratchy against her back and there is sweat in Rhys’s hair and her heart is still beating painfully hard in her chest.
And Feyre feels calm, in this moment, which is rare but increasing. She presses her nose against Rhys’s forehead, where he’s half dozing on her chest, and tries to remember the feeling of it, because there will be a next time that she feels anxious and afraid, but if she’s very lucky, and she has been very lucky, there will also be a next time for this part right here, and that makes everything worthwhile.  
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Well hello there angels! It's been a hot minute, I'm rusty don't laugh at me!
But seriously a lot of things have happened and I still kinda feel a little lost (read: completely out of control)- and not all in bad ways. I've been meaning to post some one shot type things and to talk about my book but man it is HARD. So for now here is a little angsty thing that may or may not be just be T-Swifting it about my current sitch and my book links: UK and international US eBook Australia
And ummm this feels like I am too irrelevant to pull this anymore and I'm sorry if you do not want to be on this but,
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facelessfinest · 1 month
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*holds you at gunpoint*
If Jigen and Lupin got engaged, who would propose, how would it go, what would the rings look like?
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asleepinawell · 3 months
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the business of a crooked-cross : make people wear pants
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waterlogged-detective · 3 months
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Do you trust her to operate on you?
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safireinakettle · 6 months
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Sometimes you just gotta get a little gender envious of deranged characters with kill counts
It’s just part of being
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peliginspeaks · 3 months
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Today I bring you month-old doodles of Hallowrove having a rough day at work. Tomorrow? Who knows?
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hwselect · 11 months
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Getting Back to Work After Time Away
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There are many reasons people take time out of work from IT jobs in London and to go through all of the reasons one by one would be slightly pointless. After a significant time away, people do look for different challenges. Worthwhile getting in contact with one or two, an individual IT recruitment agency that can help assist in your search.
Obviously Covid had a big effect, on people not being able to travel, but younger persons do take more of a free outlook on life and think about doing and achieving many different references and goals, that mean something to them and they can put their work-life on hold to do it.
There will always be opportunities for IT jobs in London, that requires a modern-day younger workforce, who can easily relate to new technology and adapt to it far better than an older element. An agency based in London will most probably be better equipped for advising you of positions available and you may not necessarily at first need to register. Go onto their website and view job-posts they have, see if there are any that currently match your skills. The IT recruitment agency may even know about positions that you can take up and complete on the job training, or even day release opportunities or even volunteering, for various programs that offer training in your area of choice.
IT jobs in London and in many other major cities knows the IT sector keeps moving at a pace. Many younger persons who decide to take a year or more out, find when returning back, that things may have changed dramatically, discovering the company they worked for has moved on. Someone else is now in your vacated position. Skills are a big factor in the IT jobs industry and there are many different skill-sets required by all types of companies and businesses in and around London. Yes, some are basic data collection and recording. The IT recruitment agency will be able to guide you through what companies are looking for and this may mean, you will not be able to apply to certain types of positions that currently you have no experience at. They will know what job role could lead to that type of available position and a side step into another related area, may possibly offer a good chance later on, to assist, or at least gain some quality understanding of what you may need to focus on, for training online yourself, applying for an evening course or even seeing if the company would put you forward to this area of IT expertise and what would you need to commit to, to get that opportunity.
Popular IT jobs in London for new and inexperienced candidates, does not mean they are unavailable to you. A proactive IT recruitment agency will have the necessary expertise to advise and guide you into. Do look at the type of vacancies on there books at the moment or simply contact them for a quick chat.
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incorrectlasthours · 1 year
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So we all agree Jesse is going to be the next one to run the London Institute right
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smooth-noob · 8 months
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hooooolyyyyyyyy fuck. todays entries were SO beautifully done.
hearing draculas voice again after so long was so distressing, but at the same time so exciting. everyone is going to be in the same place in only two days. i cannot even put into words how highly im anticipating the entries on the twentieth omg.
there were two specific spots where the music really dug into me--when seward and van helsing get to lucys room and seward says "how shall I describe what we saw?" that whole paragraph the music was so well fitting. and then the music when we get THE quincey morris himself had me ascending. wow.
it's so heartbreaking to hear minas concerns about jonathan only for her to apologize to lucy and hope she isnt spoiling such happy moments for her :( mina i have such bad news for you :((((
im so glad i got to take forty whole minutes out of my afternoon for this, SUCH a great job as always.
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allinsideyourhead · 5 months
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Here I am! Returning to this obscure yet comforting corner of the internet with this. Paul and I actually spent far longer than 26,521 minutes together because s&g were my #2 artist and records make up about a quarter of my total music listening, but top 0.001% when my latest wave of the Bob Dylan invasion kicked off about 6 months ago (shortly after starting my new job — coincidence?)? I’ll take it, and better luck next year to Bob who will have to wait his turn.
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esteemed-excellency · 9 months
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employee of the month season
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