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"In the instance an employer makes an illegal request for a photograph as part of a job application, you may submit a complaint to the United States Equal Employment Opportunity Commission." Successful violation fee collections are paid partially to the one who suffered the violation, which in many cases exceeds a year of work at these shit jobs. There's only two weak points to a corporation, and those are in the budget and in the supply chain. Hit them where it hurts.
hey. you have to love your trans brothers of color okay. and your trans sisters of color. and your nonbinary siblings of color. you have to okay. its simply non-optional
sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.
Genuinely, what have people been doing where they have successfully been reached out by a company for work?
Im returning to school but I need a part time job to help cover expenses. I’ve tried Indeed and LinkedIn. I haven’t tried walking in to places yet. However, I’m curious to know of any ideas to help me successfully land a job.
my mom asked why i don’t read as many books as i used to and i just said it was because i read a lot of unpublished stories from independent writers online and she thinks that’s very good of me to give undiscovered authors a chance
Hey! Just a reminder! AO3 does NOT have an app. This garbage was made by theives who steal fan artist’s work and sell it back to you.
“Oh, but it’s free!” There are ads. They are making money off of this. They are stealing from the creators you love and you are hurting those same creators if you use this app or any similar app.
1 : either of the two points on the ecliptic at which its distance from the celestial equator is greatest and which is reached by the sun each year about June 21 and December 21
2 : the time of the sun's passing a solstice which occurs about June 21 to begin summer in the northern hemisphere and about December 21 to begin winter in the northern hemisphere
so maybe? Undying Light
the gift of eternal light despite being far from home.
You call upon my ability, and even if you are in the darkest of places, I shall shine for you--for eternity.
I’m sick and on my period and just utterly feel miserable. I Just want to read about strong and caring and insanely hot phoenix man🥲
Don’t worry, I’m a doctor - Marco
Featured character: Marco x fem reader
Description: Period pains, raging emotions, and a very considerate boyfriend happy to help~
Rating: 18+
Word count: 1500
WARNINGS: | fem reader | usual sex stuff just during period | blood and mess and pain and he’s gonna make it better bb |
Having dated Marco for a little while now, you knew your doctor boyfriend was always eager to help when that phase of the moon struck its vengeance again. Pain relievers, heat packs, bullying the others into taking on your chores.
And you were grateful, of course. And those things helped. Some. But never enough.
So here you were, again, fading before the end of the day as the pains picked up at the start of the blood fest. You stole a roll from Thatch on your way back to the med room, curling up in bed with a groan.
When Marco came back around, he heard you before he saw the lump under the blanket.
“There you are, yoi. You disappeared from dinner.”
Your answer was just a groan, and he quickly understood. Coming to the side of the bed, he reached out to your hip, squeezing it over the covers.
“Hey there. Want your doctor to take care of you, sweetheart?”
Pulling the blanket down enough for him to be able to see your eyes, you nodded, moaning again.
He kicked off his shoes and knelt on the bed, straddling your legs. “Just relax baby. Let’s get your pretty body to listen to something else, hm?” Finding your hips under the blankets, he began slowly rubbing in firm circles and squeezes, just the way he knew you preferred.
You groaned into the pillow, tensely arching towards his touch. “Hurts Marco…”
“I know baby. Did you already take your medicine?”
Nodding, you shift back towards him more. He chuckles. “So eager. My touch feel good yet?”
“Always,” comes your muffled reply.
“Good.” You can hear the smile in his voice.
His big hands knead and squeeze, rubbing the tense and sore muscles around your waist, hips, and back. The warmth of his hands seeped through the blanket as he worked, the quiet room making your little sounds and the rustling of the blanket seem louder.
With a hum, he leans forward, over your body to brush hair out of our face and kiss below your ear. “You’re in a bad way tonight, aren’t you, love?”
“Mm…”
“Let’s try something else then. I”ll be right back.”
You listened to the sound of his footsteps as he went to the cabinet just outside the door in the med bay, coming back with something. He stepped back to the bed and started rolling the covers down. Opening your eyes, you saw something red being laid out. As he draped it over the bed, he reached down, pulling you into his arms and lifting you up enough to lay it underneath you.
“What’s this?”
“When I know someone’s coming in with a lot of blood, I lay this out to help with cleanup and keep everyone a little calmer.”
Your eyes widened. “Oh…” Now on your back, you could see his smirk as he knelt by your legs.
Shrugging off his shirt, he raised a brow. “What do you say? Want to try something new?”
Pressing your legs together, you glanced down with the movement of him reaching for the button of his pants. “But.. is it safe?”
He chuckled. “Just messy. All I need is to know if it makes you worse, okay?”
Your more coherent reply died on your tongue as he kicked off his clothes, already heard. “Uh huh…”
Crawling over you, his blond hair fell over his eyes a little, that smile still on his lips. His hands made quick work of your own clothes, gently manhandling you out of them. Setting aside your panties, he laid on top of you, aligning himself on the way.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” he murmured, kissing your forehead.
“You.”
You felt his lips twist into a bigger smile on your skin. “Alright then. Let me take care of you.”
He wrapped a strong arm around your waist, holding you more tightly than usual to keep pressure around your lower back. His warm flames spread along your waist to try to soothe you. The new sheet felt soft and plush beneath you as he settled between your legs.
His free hand ran with a steady pressure up your side to your chest. “Do your breasts hurt today?” he asked, gently kneading the mound in his hand.
Shaking your head, he leaned down to kiss you, continuing the rhythmic fondling. His hard length pressed firmly at your aching entrance, making you throb - pleasantly.
“Gonna start pushing in, alright? Tell me if it’s too much.”
He rested his temple against yours as he started breaching your sex. The blood made for no resistance besides your own tightness.
Overwhelmed by hormones and the fact that you’re suddenly being filled, your legs fell open wider, hips bucking towards him to try to get him deeper.
“Easy now, yoi. Don’t want to make you more sore baby.” Groaning, Marco pushed his hips forward slowly, your tight heat enveloping him inch by inch.
The stretch added to the sharp ache, but you didn’t mind as he sank down to the hilt inside you. Clinging to his shoulders, you arched into him.
“You’re shaking. You okay?”
“Yeah. Don’t stop.”
Chuckling, he kissed you, slow and deep and filthy. “I haven’t even started baby girl.”
Having his thick length parting your aching walls was already starting to ease the pain. When he started to move, he began slow, with deep and shallow thrusts. He couldn’t help but moan at the obscene sound of it.
“You alright? It’s not too much?”
Burying your face in his neck, you shook your head. “No. Just please keep going.”
He settled into a slow rhythm, filling you deep and holding you tightly, letting more of his weight rest on your hips than usual.
The whole thing felt somehow forbidden, the sound of your blood making the way easier for him being a bizarre turn on in spite of it all. The surges of hormones made you squeeze and throb around him hard, getting to your peak easily as the blond hair at his base stimulated your clit.
“Marco… I’m gonna…”
“I can feel you baby. Shit… So damn tight for me. Would it feel good to cum?” he panted.
Nodding urgently, pleas started to pour incoherently from your parted lips. “Needta cum Marco… please I need it.”
His arm tightened around your waist, warm gold and aquamarine flames surging around you both. “Alright. Let’s get you there baby girl.”
Moving with more purpose, he plunged his cock into you faster. The sharp ache and pains were long since exchanged for heavy pleasure that now wanted to snap.
When the wave crashed over you, you buried your mouth against his neck to try to muffle your wail. The deep throbbing and pulsing was entirely different from the cramping of earlier, making you clench down hard as his length drew out your pleasure. Deep and thorough and satisfying.
“That’s it sweetheart, fuck, you’re cumming so hard. Damn, gonna add to the mess baby. Hold on for me.”
You clung to his shoulders as he sped up, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he reached his own end. His deep moan in your ear as he came had you whining. Filling you deep, his hips rolled against you as long as he could before settling against you heavily.
Panting, he pulled back enough to look at your face. He chuckled. “You look fucked out, baby. You alright?”
“Uh huh…” you replied bonelessly.
Grinning fondly, he squeezed you to him and petted your hair soothingly. “You took it so well love, even without prep. Hope you won’t regret that tomorrow.”
Nuzzling his sweat sheened neck, you shook your head. “Mm-mm. Feeling better thanks to you. It’s fine.”
“Good. Catch your breath and I’ll clean us up.”
Resting there for a while, your heart rates slowed. The sharp pain in your gut abated down to a dull ache, your sex still throbbing even after he pulled out.
Sighing reluctantly, you let him extricate himself from your body to get up to clean things, a bowl and washcloth ready. But he didn’t have you get up to remove the red sheet. Nor did he put his clothes back on.
Seeing your surprise, he grinned. “It’s only just now night. What if you start hurting again in a couple hours?” At your expression, he broke out laughing. “Your eyes are literally sparkling. I’ll take that as your approval.”
Climbing back into bed, he pulled the covers over you both, snuggling into you with a hand on your hip. “Glad to have found a new treatment for you, love.”
“Damn, me too.” Running your fingers into his hair, you pulled him closer for a kiss.
i read some fics and it makes me wonder if people can discern between yearning and desperation.
while both are equally acceptable, they're also both different.
and a lot of people lean into desperation first. I mean this, by the way most romantic individuals (OCs, MCs, or whatever) becomes active in their pursuit. That's desperation, at least in my mind. However, if you can make a character slowly realize, and then subtly show that realization through not so basic pathways, thats yearning. The quiet love that most likely will never happen no matter how hard you try.
A complete and totally accurate account of how much each individual of the WBP loves me (part 2).
This time with my OC Violet - aka me, but just way cooler.
Edward Newgate - 90%
Marco - 70%
Ace - 23%
Jozu - 4%
Thatch - 24%
Vista - 9%
Blamenco - 47%
Rakuyo - 53%
Namur - 73%
Blenheim - 24%
Curiel - 96%
Kingdew - 55%
Haruta - 55%
Atmos - 32%
Speed Jiru - 77%
Fossa - 60%
Izou - 45%
Somehow this one pissed me off, LOL
though I would agree that its accuracy is a little scary.
not sure why Ace hates Violet's ass so much, they're besties in my dreams.
Marco... ;) (I think he just tolerates the shit out of her cause she's in his division...but she's also a stubborn piece of shit and will wear you down until you like her...wait is this why ace hates her? Cause he does the same type of shit? omg, imagine. another baddie copying a baddie)
Papa Whitebeard is expected - Violet pisses him off a lot, but she gets doted on too much. He can't stay too mad at her for long.
I want a dark feral Indigenous Fem! Reader x Daryl Dixon fanfic soooooooooooooooooooooooo badly
She’s stuck in America and wants to go home. Home is in the far north of Canada. To get there she must travel through city after infected city.
She makes her mark.
On her way she runs into Rick’s group in Alexandria. Her dream of a wild new future begins to sound more and more real and attainable as she grows closer with the group.
She proposes that the group come with her.
There’s stretches of forest ripe for hunting, untouched communities (hopefully) not consumed by the virus, a wilderness barrier between the worst of this new world, and the hope that what they build up there is evergreen.
Yet, even as the dream blooms and blossoms in each of their minds, the challenges also grow darker and more complex. The journey north isn’t as easy as she had hoped—especially now with a growing fervent need to keep them all safe.
At what cost will she expend herself to make sure her dream, their dream, is fulfilled. At what point will Daryl see the worse of her and continue to press himself closer? How much of their future can they risk because the outcome if they do achieve it is insurmountable to the pain and suffering of this chaotic nightmare?
The Highway: King Killer just might quench my thirst.
