so uh.. i’m alive... again. ish.
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so uh.. i’m alive... again. ish.
I wanna be that CEO that pays their employees 70K a year like that white guy I be seeing all over the Internet. I can’t remember his name.
I’m not gonna be like Jeff Bezos but I do wanna be a multimillionaire 😂😂😂
He took a pay cut. I’m not doing all of that. Ima just pay my people well and give top notch benefits.
It gets better.
We are definitely going to talk about this guy on Buisness Desserts
Employees are not costs to be reduced, they are investments, they are assets that appreciate in value
Absolutely
For the person commenting on not taking a pay cut, he HAD to change his lifestyle to be able to afford to pay his employees a living wage. He talked to accountants and they helped him break the numbers down based on data about the cost of living and various factors about the commute, housing issues, etc. All inspired by his best friend going nearly into debt over medical costs meanwhile he had several houses, a jet, and drank champagne daily.
He sold stock, houses, and changed his spending and as a result, his employees were overall happier and the way they worked improved. They all bought more shit and had more kids and did all the consumption people want for us while also enjoying their work and their boss enough to band together and buy him a fucking Tesla as a thank you.
And you know what he realized after taking his pay cut? He didn’t need the champagne or the girls or the “lifestyle” of being a billionaire. He feels fulfilled in his work and with the people he’s surrounded himself with and he feels that he’s made a step in the right direction that other businessmen and billionaires should follow.
Please read the article and his statements on twitter because it’s eye-opening to see that you CAN be successful doing things ethically.
Update: during the pandemic, Dan Price cut his salary to $0 so that he could keep paying his employees.
What a lovely man
And to be clear.
He was only ever a fraction of a Bezos.
He did this with far less to his name. Bezos could too just as easily. He’s just a bad person, unlike Price.
My sleep paralysis demon at 3am (x)
my fav Junji Ito story is the one with the /fit/ neighbor guy who lifts gravestones for the ulimate gainz+attention combo and who gets kicked out by everyone because he won’t fucking stop lifting their ancestors graves every goddamn night in his underwear
do the ghosts admire his sick-ass muscles
hell yea they do
bro quit radiating charm so early in the morn ur dazzling the hoes
Layers Of Fear (Junji Ito)
alisa with her intern… under a cut because it’s extremely nsfw & contains triggers up the wazoo.
It had been awhile since they had conversations, really. She kept him busy at the office for days, but things had…changed. Alisa had taken on extra work, convinced Richard he needed time to be home. For his health, she had said. After all, he wasn’t any good to her if he was sick from being overworked. He’d been in bed for a full day. Hadn’t returned any of her calls, and the messengers came back with the details that the door was locked. A frown set upon her lips each time, and had she known he would blow her off after the order? She wouldn’t have sent the useless bastard home. While she was the only other one with a key to the door, she couldn’t send the messengers with it- the home had valuables. And with it being her home, one would assume that the poor kid would have answered the door.
Today, instead, she simply gave everyone a paid day off. She hadn’t truly been back in her home in a few days, opting to sleep in the office. Grabbed a room at the nearby ‘hostel’ type. Kept herself clean, fed, simply sent someone to buy a new outfit if she needed it. But it was time to overcome the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. The truth was this- the two of them had been in an awkward place after the news of Sam’s death came to her office. Sure, they hadn’t even been together (had they ever?) and she was with Dick, but… Hell, it had been a month since the news happened. And she had a hell of a secret about it. Maybe, just maybe, telling him would be the best thing for their relationship.
After all, she had agreed to marry him.
The path up to Olympus Heights was filthy, again. As if it wasn’t bad enough that the entire damn city was coming down around them, the people didn’t care enough to keep it clean. Huffing in annoyance, she took to walking quickly. There wasn’t any time left to waste. By the time she reached her door to insert the key into the lock, she was practically sprinting- her heels clicking loudly on the concrete flooring. It opened with ease, her skirts sweeping inside in one fluid motion. Making note of the state of disarray, she locked the door behind her. Sweeping her chocolate curls behind her ears, Alisa set up the stairs to the bedroom.
Dick was laying in the bed. He didn’t greet her, but simply lay- staring off into the unknown. Alisa fought a smile as she slid her shoes off and sat on the bed near him, not looking at him. She reached for his hand, cold as the room around her. Giving it a gentle squeeze, she inhaled sharply. The truth had to come out.
“Richard, I-” she started, unsure of where to actually begin. “Sam. You remember Sam, yes?” Her voice sounded proud- her English was improving. Dick had taken so much time to teach her. She should have been grateful. “I loved him, you know. And when he died… I could not handle the heartbreak. It was the first time I ever used ADAM, you know. I froze Twilight Fields. And to this day… I hope she was in there with him. To take care of him in whatever is after this life.” Her voice transitioned into dreamy as she went on, as if it was a fantasy of some sort. Something she imagined doing so many times, and finally had the nerve to. Alisa turned on the bed, sliding her form up to Dick’s.
She lay her head on his chest, sliding an arm around his waist. “But you.. You will never leave me, will you? You love me as he did not…” Quieting, she reached up to caress his cheek. Cold, so cold. A smile crept across her lips as she pushed up slightly to kiss his cheek. Her lips pressed against cold cheek, and she pulled away slowly, smoothing his hair. “I see the medicine I gave you worked… Now you can never leave.”
Because his skin was a twisted shade of blue. The blue of ice reflected in the deep of the ocean. His eyes were glazed, lips void of their fleshy tone. His body was rigid against her, just the way she liked him. Silent, not able to create a rebuttal against her feelings. No longer able to degrade her for having loved before him. Because Dick… Dick was dead.
all nightmare long
[HUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR VIOLENCE, BLOOD/GORE, AND TORTURE! this is an old one that i had written for a hateship, and i’m really glad i found it again. please don’t read this if you’re squeamish. under a cut for triggers and the extensive 1.4k words uwu]
misc nsfw meme
9 - Our Muses do the deed
[UNDER A CUT CAUSE SMUT. it’s very long, i am not sorry. should have written romance for a living. enjoy.]
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap. (the wording on this is weird. I’m assuming that she’s basically holding him k)
The field was green- lush and full, dewy from an earlier sunshower. Their blanket was thick, red woven with intricate golden filigree. It was her favorite, so he obliged her whenever they were here. There was laughter as they sat in the sun, watching the patrons of the park around them. Alisa teasingly threw grapes in a half-hearted attempt to land them in his mouth. It was more amusing to watch his reaction as she failed, truthfully. He’d make jokes about how her sniping skills must be rate, and a sad silence would fall; reminding them that they were, in fact, still in a war. Despite the small reprieve they had of each other’s company. Aldo pretended not to know where the two would sneak off to, as guidelines typically forbade that they met outside of squadron planning.
Alisa cast her eyes away from Hugo for a beat, watching a family play with their child. “It is sad,” she commented bitterly. “We will never have that.” She turned back to him, to be met with a lingering kiss. She pulled away slowly, a dull ache beginning in her heart. The sunshine beat down on them as he lay back, resting his head on her lap, talking about the clouds. Alisa pretended to listen, but was enthralled by how this simple task took years off the hardened German’s face. Subconsciously, she moved her hand to stroke his hair. He fell silent, closing his eyes to relish the feeling. There wouldn’t be too many more days of this before the next phase of their plan went into play.
He spoke her name, rough accent chopping it just a bit. Alisa chuckled, leaning to kiss his forehead. “Do not worry, lyubov moya, right now we have all the time in the world. Let them see us this way. We are human as they.” His response came in German, and she sighed. The world around them seemed to slow as his words turned into mutterings, and he finally fell silent as the calm of the park took him to sleep. A smile crept across her lips as she brushed a loose hair back from her face. It was funny, how this one man took her heart in the palm of his hand and lit it so intense it burned. And even if it was only for now, they could enjoy the one thing they had tying them to this reality- their love.
The Aoi Tori
// Under a cut for obvious reasons. There is torture. There is gore. There is violence. Weak stomachs really should stray from this one. But it’s how things were done, so… //
the bird & the worm [bioshock]
drabble; the bird & the worm
[with a bunch of oc’s, if i remember correctly. nsfwish]
i finally found my old drabbles from my rp account. i guess i’m gonna start moving them over here since i can’t login to it anymore and i want a nice little archive of how terrible my writing used to be.
let’s do a writing thing.
ok, so. i need to write more. let’s do prompts. i will write in:
jojo’s (part 1-7, i’m still reading part 8)
the arcana
final fantasy vii (i have played remake, so please specify)
sailor moon
bioshock
fallout (i’m most familiar with 3 on, but i can probably make something earlier work)
i do not really have limits. specify if you’re looking for nsfw. be aware i am long-winded, i write a lot.
You are just a puppet.
atomic
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