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culpa-inkasso-gmbh · 7 months

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Seit vielen Jahren zeichnen wir, die Culpa Inkasso GmbH, uns als erfolgreicher und expandierender Anbieter von Inkassodienstleistungen aus. Kontinuierlich erweitern und optimieren wir unsere Aufgaben, Erfahrungen und Dienstleistungen.

Als Inkassodienstleister gemäß §10 Abs. 1 Nr. 1 RDG sind wir vom Präsidenten des Landgerichts Stuttgart anerkannt und unterliegen dessen Aufsicht bei der Ausführung unserer Tätigkeiten. Seit dem 1. Oktober 2021 sind im Rahmen des Rechtsdienstleistungsgesetzes (RDG) neue gesetzliche Regelungen für Inkassokosten in Kraft getreten, die tiefgreifende Auswirkungen auf die Branche haben.

WAS HAT SICH GEÄNDERT? – WIR KLÄREN AUF

Die Neuregelungen sehen vor, dass Schuldner künftig nur noch eine reduzierte Geschäftsgebühr erstatten müssen. Insbesondere bei kleinen Forderungen bis zu einem Betrag von 50 Euro sinkt diese Gebühr deutlich. Zudem wurde geregelt, dass bei einer zeitlich aufeinander folgenden Beauftragung eines Inkassodienstleisters und eines Rechtsanwalts in derselben Angelegenheit nur eine einzige Gebühr erhoben werden darf.

Mehr Infos ins unserem Beitrag: https://culpa-inkasso-news.de/news/wie-culpa-inkasso-die-aktuellen-gesetze-meistert/

#culpa inkasso #inkassodienstleister #inkasso #gesetze #stuttgart #dienstleister #full-service #business-solutions

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months

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Just got this image in my head. Eddie is very clingy to Steve after Steve saves his life, which he doesn't mind, especially when Eddie sits in his lap because Robin does that too. It doesn't mean anything, right? Both Eddie and Steve are clueless. And because Robin does it, the kids are unphased by it as well. . .until Eddie starts running his fingers through Steve’s hair, and Steve lets him. Rule number one of being Steve’s friend: Don't touch the hair. Not even Robin is allowed.

So, the kids are all gaping. Dustin stands up, pointing at Steve, but Steve is too busy gazing into Eddie's eyes to notice. Robin does, though, and her eyes go wide. She knew Steve wasn't out yet, not even to himself, and it was something he had to come to terms with himself. She couldn't let Dustin do it. She dove over the couch and tackled Dustin to the ground. Dustin shrieked as she took off his hat and started hitting him over the head.

"Shut up," Robin hissed.

"What the hell, Robin?" Steve asked after witnessing tackle Dustin.

"There was a spider," Robin asked, getting up and handing the hat back to Dustin. "I know how you feel about those."

"Thanks?" Steve said.

As Eddie and Steve went back to being clueless, everyone was now staring at Robin.

"What?"

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rattusn0rvegicus · 10 months

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Man I feel like a lot of leftist activists would do a lot better to just use common fucking language to talk about things rather than dense academic shit that's only understandable to people with PhDs and people who spend 95% of their waking life on Leftist Twitter lmao

Like, you're talking with other academics? Great, use academic language. You're a social media account trying to interact with the general public? Don't say "decarcerate", say "find alternatives to imprisonment". Don't say "collective liberation", say "freedom for all". By GOD don't say "bodymind autonomy", say "the ability to have control over our own minds and bodies".

Yes it takes a little more effort to explain shit in common language but I promise you people will stop looking at you like you have two heads and dismissing everything you say as Woke Bullshit if you like, actually get on their level, goddamn it. Not everyone has the privilege to have a graduate-school level understanding of this type of language or spend so much time reading leftist theory that they can perfectly understand this stuff.

#being a public health student has made me even more passionate about this too #like. You want to make a change? You have to make sure the general public UNDERSTANDS WTF YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT FIRST #Like for example I think Project LETS is a great concept and is doing great stuff #But my god their public outreach needs some MAJOR work #By using this type of language you are isolating the type of ppl who can benefit from your services to 'college educated Twitter leftists'#Social justice is a MAJOR INTEREST OF MINE and even I struggle with making sense of some of the shit y'all say!!#Like I have to translate it in my head to normal speak #And like. These types of spaces constantly talk about accessibility for disabled people? Bullshit man #What about those with intellectual disabilities or cognitive impairments who struggle with this shit?#What about people who are just learning English? What about people who work full time and don't have the time to learn this terminology?#Goddamn #It's all performative!!!!

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suchawrathfullamb · 4 months

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I love how unapologetic mads is about his crush on hugh like "yes he's so tiny, he's the dessert, handsome man, cute ears, I would keep him in a small fridge and cherish his body for a long time and smoke those ears" *stares at the dancy-ass so much bryan decides to change the plot and make the show gay*

#yes king thank you for your services #also he's so relatable like yes me too mads me fucking too #imagine the things we didn't see #i need the full bts of that show i feel like we're missing a lot of gems #and I stand by my theory that we hardly got madancy gag reels bc they were too incriminating #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen

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cemeterything · 1 year

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minor incovenience: happens

the urge to say "this is my fault because i'm a bad person and you're being punished for being associated with me. you should take out your frustration on me for this thing that is definitely within my personal ability to control.":

#🐉#paranoia will really have you trying to go full christian martyr over a 5 minute delay to a public service #anyway. venting abt this online so i dont have a meltdown irl.

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royalarchivist · 7 months

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Pac: Oh yeah, we were kidnapped once. Mike: Yeah, Pac and I, we were kidnapped. Fit: What?! Mike: Together. Pac: Yeah, together. Fit: You were kid- like actually? No joke, you were kidnapped?

Here's Pac and Mike's entire kidnapping story, since the version Pac told during yesterday's Halloween event was incomplete (and pretty tame).

[ Complete Transcript ↓ ]

Pac: Mike, have you ever been robbed?

Mike: Yeah. Yeah, I think.

Pac: Oh yeah, we were kidnapped once.

Mike: Yeah, Pac and I, we were kidnapped.

Fit: What?!

Mike: Together.

Pac: Yeah, together.

Fit: You were kid- like actually? No joke, you were kidnapped?

Pac: [Pac and Mike cheer] Was so cool Fit, was so cool that day.

Mike: Pac almost got his finger shot.

Pac: Yeah, they almost shot in our van- actually, they shot near our van, right? But they missed it for a few inches.

Mike: So we had these shows called- I'm going to explain the whole history.

Pac: Here we go!

Mike: We have these shows called Tazercraft Party when we go all over the state of Brazil.

Fit: Yeah?

Mike: And once we are heading to this city, and it was like 3am. And we have to arrive there early to make our show, to prepare the scenery, to prepare the stage.

Fit: Oh, I see, yeah yeah.

Mike: And then we were like on this van, really late in the night, and then we heard a gunshot. And then a car just crossed in front of our van, stop at the van, and entered two guys armored with guns and with that- uh...

Pac: Wearing balaclavas, Fit! Wearing balaclavas.

Mike: Yeah yeah. And they said like, "Everyone stay quiet. I'm going to take you-"

Pac: [Interrupts him with rapid-fire Portuguese, imitating what the kidnappers said, and Mike joins in with him]

Fit: Wow.

Mike: And then they took us to like a really far away place on the road was really dark and the moon was shining like the sun. And then they told us to put the hands against our hats and just wait until they took all the baggage and luggage. They even took our shoes!

Pac: Yeah!

Mike: And I had this Smartwatch that I bought like one- two days ago. And it got stolen too. We lost everything! We lost everything. Our cell phones, our luggage. But it was in a really sketchy place. \

Pac: Yeah, in the middle of nowhere!

Mike: Yeah, it was literally in the middle of nowhere.

Pac: [Cheerfully] But yeah, Brazil is pretty cool, you know, you should come!

Fit: [Laughs] Oh god.

Mike: There's this famous streamer- there's this famous streamer that plays LoL that he didn't want to give his baggage, his luggage, to the bandits. And one of the bandits said to Pac, "Hold the locker," that he's going to shoot the locker up open.

Pac: Yeah, but it was like, a small locker you know, and he was just going to fire at my fingers, you know. And I completely lost my mind you know, like, "Hey, hey! You're- you're going to make me lose a finger! Don't do that!" And you know, I could smell the gunpowder from his gun because he just fired it.

Mike: This motherfcker. He didn't want to get the keys off his luggage. I hate him.

Pac: [Laughing] Yeah. At the end, I didn't lost the fingers, and you know- Brazil is the BEST. Fit, please come to Brazil! [Cheers]

Mike: Brazil Fit!

Pac: It's going to be alright, it's gonna be alright! Alright alright.

Fit: That's- that's probably the most casual retelling of a kidnapping story I've ever heard. That's insane.

Pac: We used to call this a "Lightling McQueen" kidnapping it because it was really fast. We were kidnapped for 2 - 3 hours you know. Not a long time. So it was a lighting McQueen kidnapping.

Mike: Yeah...

Fit: Oh, I see. So wait, hold on– I'm still stuck on this kidnapping story. So wait- how long ago did this happen?

Pac: Three years, Mike?

Mike: Three years? Three or four years.

Pac: Three or four years.

Fit: ...Wow, that's crazy.

Mike: Let's show one of our shows to Fit.

Pac: At the end Fit, at least for me, I always try to see the things from the bright side. So at least for me, I learned a lot from this day. I learned that like, you need to avoid robberies and you need to avoid bad guys and also gunshots. And I learned that you always need to... to stay sharp, you know? So that was actually pretty cool. And I have an amazing story to tell everyone! So at the end, it was like a win, at least for me. I would be kidnapped again, you know, if I wasn't- if somebody doesn't shot me, you know.

#FitMC #Tazercraft #Mikethelink #Pactw #QSMP #Mike #Pac #This was a doozy to transcribe but I know not everyone has heard the full story #This is my community service #They also told Etoiles and Bad the story but that was the abridged version #I'll upload that one a bit later #Edited #by which I mean I took out 30 seconds where they briefly went off-topic

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pixierainbows · 1 month

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Pixie have good bad day, both.

went to plant store today with guardian Librarian ! Pixie really happy get time with guardian Librarian ! and ! also really like go to plant store

Pixie get pretty pretty flower plants !!! and a very happy tomato plant !!!

and ! Pixie look very carefully for to get good plants for guardian Wizard too , who could not go plant store because guardian Wizard have work hard

too late for pictures today but will get pictures later

but also . stranger person just walk right up to Sunshine and petted Sunshine and make Pixie sick …

but is good example of Pixies disabled brain , how Pixie brain move much much too slow to stop people and not can just TELL people afterwards either , Pixie nonverbal, not can speak at all .

guardian Librarian stop other stranger person from doing same .

Pixie very grateful when guardians protect Pixie and Sunshine

and but ... happy new baby plants for play with !!!

#plant store #new baby plants #flowers #pixie garden #autism service dog #service dog #bad people #actually nonverbal #nonverbal #full time aac user #aac user #actually autistic #actually disabled #autism #severe autism #cognitive disability #low functioning #high support needs

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natalievoncatte · 4 months

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Kara Zor El Danvers lived in a world of limitless sensation.

Thanks to her cousin, the world knew of her x-ray vision, but her eyesight went far beyond that. She could focus her attention and observe the mechanisms of the cell, or look skyward and see things so vast that they were invisible to the human eye. (She learned in her youth not to tell people that the entire solar system was, from time to time, engulfed in the digestive tract of a space whale so huge that its body was too big for humans to perceive) She could see colors lost to human vision and watch particles scatter off the atmosphere.

He sense of smell was beyond acute; had she the impulse, she could have tracked her family by scent. Her hearing was both gift and curse, as was her sense of taste, which she indulged with abandon thanks to her vastly more efficient digestive system and metabolism.

What most people never thought about was her touch. Kara could shake someone’s hand and read their fingerprint like braille. She was sensitive to the most minute changes in temperature or texture, and at times it could be just as overwhelming and overstimulating as her other senses. Kara learned to embrace it- she was a tactile girl from a race that disdained physical contact, even among lovers.

They had no idea what they were missing.

The first time Kara laid her hands on Lena Luthor was just after she’d arrested the fall of a multi-ton helicopter and dragged it from gravity’s grasp to bring it to rest on the roof of LuthorCorp. She’d checked the pilot first and…

Kara had eidetic memory. Perfect recall. It was another cursed gift, one born of the interaction of perfect healing with her alien brain. She would never forget seeing Lena for the first time. It was hers and hers alone.

Other humans could see Lena’s dark hair and soft pale skin, see the variation between her eyes, one a little more blue than green. They didn’t see what Kara saw; a thousand colors sparkling in those eyes like impossible gems, the heat bloom on her skin following the flush in her cheeks. The thundering of her heart in her chest beat a tempo in Kara’s ears, and then Kara touched her.

It was a simple gesture. No skin to skin, just a hand on Lena’s shoulder to steady her and ask her if she was okay, but beneath it Kara could sense her pulse and her body heat and was dimly aware of the electrical conduction of her nervous system.

It was heady, intoxicating. Even her scent- not the perfume covering it but the scent of *her*, her real scent, shot through with acidic fear, was intoxicating. Kara breathed it in and it exploded in her chest, making her feel a million miles tall.

The meeting was brief. Kara had to deal with annoying robots. There were always robots.

Later, Lena was there again and this time Kara was meeting her. Kara forgot that as she walked in with Kal… Clark. For those first few steps she wasn’t Supergirl or Cat Grant’s Assistant, she was herself, the person she only was around her closest friends who knew her secret. The one who walked tall, shoulders back, with nothing to hide.

Again, Lena was overwhelming. Kara was all but stunned by her, stammering and blushing. She didn’t know if there was love at first sight but first touch, just maybe. Lena’s hand was soft and warm, her grip firm, and Kara didn’t know why, then, that it sent such a jolt through her.

It was not the last time they touched.

Some thugs heaved Lena off her balcony, sending her screaming towards her death. Kara was there -she wouldn’t have had to hear it all over the phone- and caught her. It was a flawless rescue, scooping her from the air. Lena, terrified, clung to her for dear life.

Something happened on the way up. There was a brief, searing moment when Lena’s fear faded and she pressed in tight to her savior. Kara was acutely aware of the bare skin on the inside of Lena’s knee, the feeling of her soft calf against the back of her hand and the pull of Lena’s arms around her neck.

That night, Kara began to have feelings. Imaginings. Feeling silken smooth legs sliding under her palms, delicate hands clutched in hers, fingers laced. Wet skin slick on wet skin and clenching muscles, gossamer curls winding across her flesh in a symphony of pure feeling, hot breath on her skin. Teeth on her neck.

It felt weird, it felt wrong, it felt… predatory. Kara was scared of what she wanted, and how she wanted it- feral, with the wild abandon of an apex predator. Kryptonians were above such things. They were a race of stoic scientists who mastered and abandoned animal lusts and replaced them with cold technology Would she betray her heritage this way, too? She’d failed to keep Kal Kryptonian. What if she lost herself, too?

There were other touches. Soft hands on shoulders and lingering palms resting on arms. Lena hugged Kara and sheltered in her arms, drawing Kara around her like armor, and Kara let herself revel in it. She needed to protect Lena like she needed to breathe air.

Then came another. The Daxamite. The enemy, the lover, the jerk. He gave her touches too. Touches she was supposed to enjoy, supposed to want. Everyone told her so, even Alex who despised and suspected him at first.

She enjoyed it for what it was, and hated it for what it wasn’t.

Then he was gone and she was left again to longing. She tried to abandon the Danvers and Become Kryptonian, but she’d failed. Lena Luthor had gloriously corrupted her and she knew in the deepest hidden parts of her heart that whoever she was, she wasn’t the model Kryptonian youth, promised to the science council. She was Alex Danvers’s sister and Eliza Danvers’s daughter and Clark Kent’s cousin, losing herself in friendship and potstickers and guilt.

In the dark, Kara wept because she knew if she could change it all, if she could go back, save her world and her people, something of great value would be lost.

There was something between them, something terrible, something festering between every touch and it gnawed at Kara more and more with every lingering moment. Joy was shot through with terror when Lena would crowd in close to her, the pair of them giggling wine-drunk like the children they’d never been allowed to be. Children of tragedy, daughters of tarnished fathers, inheritors of legacies too heavy to carry alone.

More and more Lena and Kara let each other press close, each under the other’s shoulder, bearing the weight the weight as one. As one in every way except the one that mattered, until Kara’s heart hurt so much that she remembered those first days on Earth when she’d wished the green fireball had taken her pod too.

Then came the worst thing: the truth.

Kara wanted nothing more than to touch her, to feel skin on skin. She knew if she could hold Lena she could make it better, if she could come just shy of kissing the crown of her head and tell her how impossibly sorry she was that Lena would see, that she would feel and understand.

Instead there was only a wall of ice crusted with poison that shot red hot rancid agony through her veins, like a hot knife flensing her skin as her lungs crushed themselves. It felt like she was dying and she wanted it.

It felt like that the entire time. Every argument, every fight. Kara just wanted to scream. Scream at Lena at Mount Norquay with the ultimate weapon aimed at her heart, scream at her on balconies and rooftops and in fraught rescues where Lena shoved her away. Please just let me hold you one more time.

And then, one day, Lena came back. Kara was doing something meaningless -even with the world at stake she still had to write puff pieces for her asshole new boss- and was pacing around her apartment looking for the will to be human when it felt so pointless, and then she heard the staccato of Lena’s racing heart and pulled open her door.

It was explosive. Kara froze, stunned as if struck. It was like seeing Lena for the first time again, as she stood there with tear-wet cheeks in a winter coat with her arms and shoulders folded in fear, and Kara hated that she was afraid. She watched the invisible spectrum dance across Lena’s skin and was lost in her sea-sapphire eyes all over again and dared not even think the prayer on her tongue, a plea that came to her in Kryptonian first.

“I’m sorry,” Lena began, “I was wrong.”

Kara only heard the pain and knew she had to make it stop. Instinct drove her, the instinct she wasn’t supposed to answer. She embraced Lena with the utmost care, needing only to make it better, to make her precious Lena’s hurting stop.

Despite her photographic memory she would never recall who crossed the Rubicon. Maybe it was both of them at once. Lena touched Kara as she never had before, answering the intensity of Kara’s consuming attention in a way she’d always shied from before. Every flash of boldness from Lena drove Kara more feral and she sucked in a sharp breath as she left a hand print pressed in her door, thinking oh oh Rao I don’t want to hurt her, but if Lena was afraid she didn’t show it.

It all just sort of happened on instinct, like they both just knew what to do. Kara heaved her Lena into the air with a shocking display of strength, quivering with joy. Catching her wasn’t enough, she wanted to scoop Lena up and carry her off like a conquering hero, and she was, this was really happening.

They spoke only once, Kara asking the question. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

Kara exerted every ounce of control she had, schooling every movement, commanding every brush of her fingers and movement of her hands. She let herself drink the sensations, etching a record of every facet of these moments that would endure until the end of her days. She’d never felt as alive as when she felt Lena’s body arch under her hands and the buzz in her throat as she cried Kara’s name.

The humans called it becoming one flesh. Kara thought that was silly. Now, she understood.

Lena answered her tenfold, answering Kara’s burning questions with her hands and lips and teeth, almost shocking Kara with her intensity.

To her surprise it was the after she loved most, feeling Lena’s soft, delicate, vulnerable body cradled in her arms, and when Lena sobbed into her shoulder, Kara wept with her and murmured all the promises again and again and again.

Later, after struggles and losses and a strange sense that it was all finally over, the great battles won, the great miracles all performed, Kara formed the metal and crushed the gems into being with her own hands, and would never forget the trembling in Lena’s hands as she circled the bracelet around her wrist.

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #a companion of sorts to the last ticket #Kara is secretly a feral dom #Kara Danvers is a service top #Natalie writing more pretentious fanfic #Lena knows she can’t hurt Kara and takes full advantage

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zu-is-here · 4 months

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★ Zu's Commissions! ★

Slots available: 0/3

☆ I want one! What should I do?

Just DM me and describe what you want (*´∀｀*) Still, I have the right to decline, thank you for understanding (úwù)

☆ How do I pay?

Full payment through Boosty after hashing out the detailsヽ(´▽｀) It's just as easy as Paypal so no worries <3

☆ I paid! Now what?

I'll send you a sketch for your approval, then I'll be sending the WIPs myself / upon your request ♪( ´▽｀)

☆ Wait, it doesn't look right...

Let me know, and it'll be fixed! ᕦ(òwóˇ)ᕤ Major changes are only possible before approving a sketch ˚✧₊⁎

☆ What can I do with this artwork?

It's for personal use only <3 Please, don't edit the drawing and don't take off / cover my lil watermark (ówò)

Please, credit me in case of reposting my work ♪

I own all rights to my work (including streaming the process and posting the result). If you want a commission to be private / a surprise, please let me know in advance so it'll be prepared the best way! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)✿

Thank you so much!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

#updated #zu art #zu commissions #undertale #undertale au #utmv #commission sheet #here we go again ;D #as you can see the ''list of services'' has changed a little (ùwó)#I decided to focus on the genre I'm good at and known by and abandon full color drawings (ówò)#from now on I work only with shades of gray! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)#I believe they're more than enough to fulfill your desires ♪

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