like really unfair

I’m angry. I have been, for weeks now.

I didn’t want to make a post or say anything because I don’t think enough people will notice or care. But fuck that, because I’ve got something to say.

I’m a fanfic writer for Haikyuu, I’ve been one for over a year; going on two. I’ve written 50 fics for this fandom, and I’ve been posting one fic or chapter update every week since the beginning of this year.

I write because I love writing, because I have a lot of ideas, and because I love the characters. I post my work because I think other people might enjoy my work, too.

But I’m also sick of it.

I’m sick of spending all my free time on writing only to get ten notes max on my fics on tumblr. Which, you know - it might just be that people don’t like my work. But it’s not just me.
I’ve participated in events, and if you look at the pages for any fandom-related project that includes artists and writers, I can assure you that you’ll always find the same thing: art with over a thousand notes per pic, and fics with less than twenty.

Don’t get me wrong. I love the art that people are creating in the fandom, just as much as the next person. I buy every zine I can get my hands on. I commission artists when I can.

Recently, I commissioned a writer. I didn’t even know that was a thing until a couple months ago, and even then, I’ve seen writers offer 1k words or more for as little as 3$. Are you fucking kidding me. I paid 25$ for 4k and I wish I could have tipped more.

I guess what I’m saying is that I’m done with this.

I’ve been thinking every single day for the last three weeks that I want to just say I’m not going to be writing anymore. Because I’ve got no more energy for this. I’ve got enough other shit going on, and constantly being angry about how writers are treated is not helping, and it’s not something I can turn off. Every day I’ve been thinking “you should just go. For your sake. Stop this shit.”

I can’t do that. When I finally reached that point, and made the decision today that I’d stop, I’m done, I’m out - I immediately felt AWFUL. I love writing, and I love the friends I’ve made through it. I get really sweet and supportive comments sometimes. I feel like my work has maybe impacted a handful of people.

But I hate this. I hate the way the fandom treats us. I hate getting 1k hits and 2 comments. I hate getting 20 notes, only one of which is a reblog. Who’s going to see my work? No one. I hate it, and I don’t know what to do about it.

I guess that’s all. Expect a new fic from me next week, as always. Because as much as I hate it, I can’t leave. But I’m done pretending I’m not angry. Because I am.

fox has a gift of a show that continues to represent poc, gay people, mentions trans/homophobia, racism and SO many more important topics that no other shows ever even touch on, that has a healthy and strong romantic relationship between two of the leads, as well as strong friendships between all the characters and yet they treat the show like shit by moving it to a bad time slot and promote it like 3 days before it’s set to air and they wonder why it’s ratings have fallen way down


hating on any of the matsus and making one of them seem worse than the other characters is OUT

respecting and appreciating that the matsus have different personalities and traits that might not necessarily appeal to you but could understandably appeal to others and therefore not hating/bashing/bullying them for it is IN


[find jack’s character set here]

I usually don’t make posts about things in spanish, but this is something that breaks my heart.

The girl you see in the video is nicknamed Miare, and she was dating one of the most famous hispanic youtubers. 

Let’s start with the fact that they started dating when Miare was underage, which already sparks a red flag having in mind that he’s been accused of pedophilia more than once.

I have too much to say about that… asshole, but what I really care about right now it’s Miare.

The girl has been dealing with hate for almost a year now, she’s been harassed, turned against, she has got death mails and people on the streets yelling at her and her family, all because Dalas lied about the whole topic to make himself look like the victim, revealing false information and sending people to attack her under the excuse of her being “a feminazi” and an “abuser”.

For people who don’t know, Miare used to have a dog named Argos, and if you check her videos, EVEN if you don’t speak spanish, you can see that she LOVED that dog. Dalas just asked for it back because he wanted to fuck up her life even more, and she lost the case.

I know I’m not as huge as any of this people, and I know that talking about this topic in english is not exactly worth it, but if you speak spanish or you wanna give a lil support to a young girl that have had a hell of a time, this may be a good idea…

Here she uploads poetry, under the url of @miaresproject, in twitter she’s @MIAREsproject and her youtube is right up there, even if you don’t speak spanish, please try to make some voice about it…

sunny-day-sky  asked:

🌙🌈 ?

Thank you!

A headcanon about one of my rarepairs: My rare pair is Courfiustaire and they like Elvis and other old fashioned cheesy love songs a lot and dance around the cluttered apartment in lots of twirls and careful steps to “Love me tender” playing from a grammophone that Marius’ aunt gave them while the tea is boiling with warm sunlight streaming through the windows which are loaded with succulents and the window panes are stained with splatterd paint.

A headcanon that I rarely get the chance to talk about: All Vietnamese-French Amis having their version of the Musain in District 13 of Paris, teaching children proper Vietnamese and having arguments about mundane things with Patron-Minette who run the sugar cane juice food truck.

alternatively: Marius and his Grandfather who loves Marius dearly but only knows abusive ways to raise him.

Son of Honvera part 2

Lotor glared with tears crawling out of his eyes. “You son of a bitch.” Lance looked at his hands and as if he thought about something. “Hm, well same goes to you.”

“Shut up! You piece of traitor trash! You betrayed the empire. Some son of Haggar you are.” Lance just shrugged as his fingers moved slowly.

“I-I cant move sir..” the red general spoke, Lotor looked back at her. And back to his generals, all of them couldn’t move.

“I really don’t like playing unfair.” Lance spoke, his smile carried a cold winter on it. “But you see, you started it.” With the other hand, he made a fist and the blind general screamed in pain.

“What’s worst or better word for this, disgraceful ? Me killing you like a disgusting bug? Oh what your a lizard. I mean disgusting lizard you are. Or I like this one, letting you live as every galra see how weak you really are.”

Keith stared at Lance, this wasn’t their Lance, he should be smiling with happiness, making those stupid puns and sexual jokes.

This isn’t the Lance he fell in love with.

“Now let’s make a deal, give us the black crystal. And I’ll you al live. You know Lotor, I, Lavi the son of Haggar. But..” Lance’s stare soften. Lotor knew he knew those eyes before. “I, Lavisabi the son of Honvera. Your half brother will let you live. As long as your trash of general doesn’t use other like the garage she is.”

Lotor felt hateful tears come down his eyes, as he thrown the black crystal to Lance. Lance grabbed it and the general gave a sigh of relief and fear. The blind galra paused as she began to touch her arms.

“ illusions, and painful ones at that.” Lance said with a smirk. “I’m worst than you love.” Lance turned away, the Paladins had a look of fear and shock as they looked at Lance. They all backed away from him.

“Your not Lavisabi! He died! My brother is dead!” Lotor yelled with tears. Lance stopped in his tracks.

“Yes he is.. I’m just a shell of him.”

Lance than looked back at Lotor, “also, Haggar is Honvera.” Than Lance walked out with silence.

The new red paladin walked into the red lion as he felt the soft purrs. “I know…” he whispered to red.

When the Paladins met at the castle. Lance looked back to normal, as if nothing had happened. They avoid him, scared of his touch, his stare, his voice, and his eyes.

As Lance handed the black crystal to Coran.

“I know you see me as a monster..” he spoked and looked back at them with tearsz

“I been a monster since Voltron started.”

Part 1 :

Part 2:

Knives and Cuddles

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

  1. “I made you some hot chocolate.”
24. “Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night.”
44. “Hum one more note of that song and I will stab you.”

When you finally opened your eyes, you had no idea how much you slept, but you felt more well-rested than you had in a long time. This last mission knocked you out completely, and you only caught glimpses of your surroundings on the way back home in your half-conscious state.

The bedroom was completely dark, so you checked the time on your phone; the bright light of the screen burning your eyes. It was half past six in the afternoon, so you crawled out from the bed, realizing you weren’t in your house but in the New Avengers Facility. The whole place was painfully silent; as you walked out of the room and through the long corridor, you met with no one, and you heard nothing except your own footsteps. You almost had a bad feeling, but then you saw Steve at the kitchen counter, eating something and reading a book.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he smiled as he saw you and closed the book, but remained sitting on the chair while you walked to him, grabbing a blanket from the couch and draping around your shoulders, since you only had a t-shirt and a short on.

“I think you won that game,” you chuckled and sat down across him. “Was I out too long?”

“You slept for almost three days straight,” Steve nodded before he stood up, making a sandwich for you. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, oh my God,” you growled, suddenly realizing how empty your stomach were. You also quickly drank three glasses of water, then you sat up on the kitchen counter. “Where’s everyone else?”

“They left yesterday. I stayed so I could keep an eye on you.”

With a soft smile, you shook your head. “You shouldn’t have.”

“This is a least I can do after you saved me.”

You knew very well it was an exaggeration to say; you indeed pulled him away from a collapsing building, making yourself hurt with that, but you also knew it wouldn’t have hurt him, not really, just as it couldn’t hurt you either. But knowing these didn’t stop you from flashing a friendly smirk at him,

“You have to do a lot more than that to thank me.”

Steve laughed and looked into your eyes for a couple seconds longer than it was necessary, but then he turned his gaze away and said nothing. A silent flirting had been going on between you for a while now; nothing much, but enough for that everyone around you to notice. As for Steve and you – none of you did anything about it so far.

You took the first bite of the sandwich he made for you and you moaned at the taste; for your empty stomach it felt like the most delicious meal. “That’s a good first step for thanking me I saved your ass.”

But Steve didn’t laugh this time. “Is it also a good way to tell bad news?”

The smile disappeared from your face and put the food down. “What have you done?”

“I’ve done nothing,” he raised his palms defensively, looking up at you. “We’re snowed in.”

“Are you joking?”

“No,” Steve sighed. “I called Tony but he couldn’t come. He said he’ll come as soon as he can.”

You let out a crying sound and looked up at the ceiling, before you slipped off the table with a growl, the blanket falling on to the cold floor. “I can’t believe this! This is probably one of the most advanced buildings in the world, and we’re snowed in! Oh my God,” you whined, looking back at Steve. “I can’t believe I’m trapped here with you.”

He frowned. “You say this like it is such a bad thing.”

“Well, don’t take it to your heart, but sometimes you’re really boring.”

“I’m not boring,” he laughed, standing up too.

“Yeah, you are. Sometimes I feel I could have more fun with my grandpa. Well, that’s true he’s younger than you.”

Steve heaved a sigh and crossed his arms across his chest, a smile still playing on his lips. “I may be old, but at least I am not annoying.”

“You really sound like my grandpa,” you laughed loudly, before you went on, “And being annoying is better than being boring.”

He walked to you and put his hand on your back. “You know what? Go to sleep. I’m sure Tony will be here by the morning.”

“What? But I just woke up! Steve…” you tried to protest, but he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You half laughed, half yelled at him, but he continued his way down on the dimly lit corridor.

“It isn’t even late yet!” you tried one last time while he kicked the door of your room open.

“I don’t care; I’m taking you to bed.”

“Jesus, Steve, at least buy me a dinner first,” you said as he put you down on the sheets, making him laugh. “I thought men back in your day used to be so much more polite…”

He let out a deep breath, looking down at you and shaking his head slowly while you had a mischievous smile on your lips, before he turned to leave. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Don’t leave me here, Steven!” you shouted after him, but he closed the door shut.

You sighed and turned around in the bed. Maybe it would be the best to sleep, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t. Hours passed, and you were still awake, not even a bit tired. After all, you just slept more than two days…

You checked your phone; it was ten pm. Wondering whether if Steve was sleeping or not, you stared the screen for a while before sent him a text,

“Hey, Cap. Are you up?”

No answer. You typed again,

“I know you’re awake.”
“If not, I’m going to send you messages until you wake up.”
“I want Nutella.”
“And breadsticks. With Nutella.”
“I’m going to kick your door in.”
“I also want to kick your ass because you don’t answer me.”
“Yeah, meet me at the gym! I will kick your ass.”

You almost threw your phone away when it finally buzzed with Steve’s answer.

“Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night.”
“You’re annoying.”
“Go to sleep.”
“PS: You couldn’t kick my ass.”

You chuckled and sent him an answer back immediately,

“Challenge accepted. ;)”

Jumping out of the bed, you hurried out of the room, and you weren’t surprised when you saw Steve leaving his quarter as well. He opened his mouth, but you cut him off before he could even say a word,

“Oh, come on! Let’s have some fun.”

A smile slowly lifted the corner of his lips; you could see even through the dim light, and you knew he couldn’t say no anymore. After you both changed your clothes, you went down to the basement where the gym was; the doors wide open.

Steve was stronger than you; you knew that well. But you were fast, a lot faster than him – not to mention he really didn’t want to do this in the first place – and this is why you managed to hit him multiple times in just a few minutes. Seeing you taking this seriously, he stopped going so easy on you, but it was still you who knocked him off his feet first.

You pushed him down against the floor, pinning his arms down, legs straddling his; your face so close to each other you could feel his breath on your cheek.

“I told you,” you grinned, slightly out of breath.  

He didn’t answer, and after a couple seconds he stopped trying to free his arms from your grip. He raised his head up instead, closing the small gap between you two, his lips moving slowly against yours, his tongue deliciously finding his way into your mouth. His pace was so agonizingly slow; it made you melt into it completely.

But in the moment you let his arm go to touch his face, he broke the kiss and flipped you over, holding your wrists between one of his hands, and pushing your hip down on the floor with the other. It wasn’t necessary though – you were so surprised you couldn’t move a muscle anyway.

“I can’t believe you did this. You!”

“It’s a good way to distract,” he grinned and you narrowed your eyes, but still surprised by his act, before you kicked him in his lower abdomen with your knee – not too hard, but it was enough to push him off your body. He growled in pain and tried to stop you, but you were quick again and pinned his hands down just like before. “That was really unfair, Steve.”

“I’m sorry.”

But he didn’t sound sorry at all, and you noticed he didn’t even try to free himself from under you anymore. With a smile, you shook your head and stood up; he followed you quickly.

“Let’s do something else.”

“I thought you wanted to kick my ass.”

“I was better than you,” you said with ease, walking out of the gym. “Even if you played dirty.”

“It worked well,” he shrugged, and it made you stop.

You turned to him and heaved a sigh, crossing your arms across your chest before you started slowly, “So… did you only kiss me because it was a good distraction?”

Steve nodded. “And I hoped you’d stop calling me grandpa.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to leave, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back, wrapping his arms around your waist; his voice as soft as his smile. “And because I wanted to kiss you in a really long time.”

You returned a smile and he leaned down to kiss you – it was slow again, but more intense. You pulled away, slid your hands down on his arms, taking his hand between yours,

“We should watch a Christmas movie.”

“Seriously?” Steve growled, but followed you anyway as you pulled him with yourself through the corridor. You found the screening room quickly, and thankfully, a lot of Christmas movie too.

“Home Alone?” Even I’ve seen that too many times already.”

“Shut up and watch the movie,” you said, but added quickly, “Or distract me. You choose.”

When you left the room two hours later with a content smile on your face, you were both sleepy and tired.

“It was a really good movie,” you said, grinning up at Steve. “What was your favourite part?”

He narrowed his eyes, looking up like he was thinking hard before he turned back to you, “Let me show you.”

Steve quickly and tightly pulled you against him; he gently bit down on your lower lip, making you smile onto the kiss. “Yeah, I loved that part too.”

“We should go to sleep,” he murmured, giving a last kiss on your lips, gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek. You nodded in agreement and let him to kiss your forehead, but when you reached the living room, you let out a disappointed sigh.

“This is so sad. It’s almost Christmas and there’s no decoration at all,” you looked around the place; then turned back to Steve with sparkling eyes, a grin on your lips.

“Y/N, no.”

“Y/N yes,” you hurried out of the living room, Steve following you. “I think I still have some tinsel and balls in my room.”

You found a box full of Christmas decorations under your bed, but you had no Christmas tree. It didn’t make you sad though.

“I have an idea.”

“That never means anything good,” Steve said, but followed you through the building, knowing he couldn’t stop you anyway. You stopped in front of a door which led you into the development department; it was closed, and you saw it worked with a voice recognition.

“I’m not sure we should be here.”

You growled and mumbled under your breath, “Grandpa Steve is back.”

You gave your name to the speaker and the little red light changed to green; the door opened, and you walked in with a grin on your face. “See? If Tony doesn’t want me to be here, why I have access to it?”

“I’m sure he’ll change his mind from tomorrow.”

You ignored his comment and walked around the room with all the special gadgets. You couldn’t stop yourself from examining everything, though there was a lot of little devices you had no idea what they could do.

“That’s so cool,” you gaped at a knife; the handle was pink and the blade as black as midnight, unlike everything you’ve ever seen before. “Do you think this will be my Christmas present from Tony?”

Steve walked closer while you played with the knife. “What I think is that you should put that down.”

You looked up at him, trying to bit back a smile while you placed the knife back, slowly sneaking your hands around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Your lips barely brushed against his when he quickly reached his arms out, taking the knife before you could.

“Nice try,” he said, still holding you against him. “But I know you better than that by know.”

“It’s cute you think that,” you winked at him and walked toward the other side of the room. You spotted a suit; it was similar to Tony’s, but it was black and silver, and somewhat bigger.

“That will do,” you rolled out the suit on its stand of the room, Steve watching you with an amused face.

“Tony will kill you.”

“Shhh,” you hushed him with a kiss. “Give me a piggyback ride.”

Steve laughed, but turned around anyway. “You’re terrible.”

“This is why you love me,” you settled upon his back and clutched your arms around his neck. “Okay, let’s go, Captain.”

For your surprise, Steve put his hands on the suit’s shoulder and started to run down on the corridor, until you reached the living room. You jumped down of his back, still laughing. Maybe just because he was too tired at this point, but he didn’t tried to stop you anymore.

He even helped you to decorate the living room and the suit; you put a Santa hat on its head and wrapped tinsels around it. You had a great time, but when he was humming the same song for nearly a half an hour, you pulled the knife out from your pocket,

“Hum one more note of than song and I will stab you.”

Steve froze for a second. “How did you get that back?”

“I’m sneaky,” you winked at him and slipped the knife back into the sheath, but placed down on the table. Steve stopped humming, but after ten minutes passed in silence, he started to play the same song (Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree) on his phone.

“Turn that off,” you said slowly in a serious tone, a red tinsel on your hands, but Steve just laughed and shook his head.

“Turn that off Steve,” you repeated, but he only started to sing along with the song. You ran to him and pushed him down on the floor, but the phone was still on his hand. “I’m going to throw your phone into the fire,” you laughed, trying to take it out of his hand, but you couldn’t reach it, and you knew if you climb off him, he’d pin you down immediately.

Giving up, you collapsed on top of him with a tired laugh. “I hate you.”

“Do you now?”

You nodded in answer, your head resting on his chest. “I think I just stay here.”

“Here? In the middle of the living room? And you let me lying on the cold floor?” he asked with an amused voice, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“You’re really comfortable.”

“Wait a little,” he said and gently pushed you off, before he pulled the rug closer to the fireplace. You stood up and watched as he went back for a blanket and some pillows, settling them down as well. You smiled and fell down on the soft rug, head buried into the pillow. After a couple minutes, Steve finally returned too with a mug in his hand.

“I made you some hot chocolate,” he plopped down next to you so you sat up, taking the mug from him.

You slowly took a sip, trying not to burn your tongue with the hot drink. “That’s really nice. Thank you.”

After you finished your drink, you laid down and crawled under the blanket, smiling at Steve next to you. You snuggled close, and he cupped your cheek,

“There’s glitter on your face.”

You felt him brushing his thumb along your cheek a few times; your eyes still closed when he stopped and leaned closer for a slow, gentle kiss. Soon you pulled back with a giggle, but only to nuzzle his neck.

“What?” he chuckled too, but kept his voice down.

“Nothing. It’s just really nice,” you almost whispered in your tired voice, your cheek pressed against his neck.

“So it isn’t boring for you?”

You laughed and looked up at him, “Steve, you’re ruining a nice moment!”

“This is still a nice moment,” he smiled and pressed a kiss on your nose. “Sorry. I know ruining moments is your profession.”

“Steve…” you sighed, but were too tired to fight back and buried you head back in his chest, pulling the blanket closer around you.

“Do you need another blanket?” he murmured into your ear with a slight concern in his tone, drawing you even closer.

“No, I’m fine. Just hold me.”

You felt his smile against your forehead, his palm drawing soft circles on your back until you both fell asleep.

Maybe you’d slept another three days straight, or just stayed there cuddled up with Steve, but a loud noise woke you up too early in the next morning,

“What have you done here?!”

You slowly sat up, Steve still lying on the rug, rubbing his eyes.

Tony hurried closer to you, his finger pointing at the suit. “We’re working on that suit for over a year. Do you have any idea how much work and money has been put into it? And you use as a Christmas tree,” he went on while you stood up, stretching your arms out. “I hope you had a good time.”

“We had, thank you.”

Tony gaped at you for a moment, before he turned his head away. “Steve? Do you want to add something?”

“Yes, thank you, we had a nice time,” he said and stood up as well, making you laugh. “She stole your Barbie knife.”

“I’m keeping the Barbie knife.”

“You are not keeping the knife. And you won’t leave until you clean up the place.”

You walked to the kitchen counter to make a coffee. “Come on Tony, don’t be the Grinch.”

Tony looked at Steve, his expression serious, “I trusted you, Steve.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” you grinned up at him, pressing a kiss on his lips.

With a loud grow, Tony walked to the suit and started to take the decorations off it, mumbling under his breath. You walked to him with a smile, helping with the tinsels.

“Let me keep the knife,” you said sweetly, putting the Santa hat on his head.

“Cap, tell your girlfriend to behave herself.”

“I don’t have that much power.”

Tony heaved a sigh, placing the decorations back into the box, before he walked away with the suit. He was almost out of the living room when he turned back to you,

“Get out of here before I change my mind.”

“Thank you!” you yelled in excitement. “Come back here, I want to give you a hug.”

“No,” you heard his voice from afar, making you chuckle. You walked back to Steve with a content smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands sneaking around you.

“Do you want to come to my house continue what we started?”

“That sounds good,” Steve said, kissing you softly.


BELOVED || [listen]

“she was my betrothed. she was my beloved… i loved her more than life itself… and seven kingdoms couldn’t fill the hole she left behind.”

The Problem With Disney Animation :0!

So all of you guys know that I am a huge fan of Disney.

They have made so many great films, both animated and live action!

There movies have been, mostly, critical and financial successes.

And I love most of their movies!

But not everything is perfect.

There are always gonna be problems, no movie is perfect.

And Disney, while a great movie studio, will always have problems.

Here is the biggest problem with Disney Animation:


What I mean by that is that when Disney Animation is making a new movie, they always hire the same directors to work on said movie.

I just feel like that’s really unfair!


Because they’re other creative people out there who dream of making an animated movie for Disney!

While the recent Disney films are great, I just got this feeling that they all feel the same.

Like I can’t tell them apart.

I want up-and-coming and A-List directors to make these movies, so not only they can bring their style to the table, but to see brand new stories up on the big screen!

It’ll be something grand and innovative!

But Disney animation seems to not be doing that at this point, and it just angers me a little that they’re doing that!

Pixar has been hiring some of the same people who directed their movies before.

But they’re hiring people from their animation department that haven’t directed a movie before, so there’s the possibility of having a fresh director making a movie that might feel and look different!

Pixar also has some of the same producers every now and then, while also adding new ones!

Dreamworks is also doing this!

Edgar Wright, who is well known for his fast paced comedies, is hired to direct an animated movie for this company called, “Shadows”!

Also, Carlos Saldanha, who directed “Ice Age” and “Rio” is making a live action/CGI Hybrid movie about monsters and Cryptozoology!

These directors are being allowed to work on other projects!

Disney, let your directors go! Let them try something else! Hire some new people!

Here are some ideas that I have for up-and-coming and A-List directors that can make Disney animated movies!

Hire Lauren Faust of “MLP” to direct an epic fantasy adventure!

Hire Jorge R. Gutierrez of “The Book of Life” to direct a movie about romance!

Hire Damien Chazelle of “Whiplash” and “La La Land” to direct a movie about a relationship between two people you don’t respect to be together!

And even hire Max Landis, writer of “Chronicle” and “American Ultra”, to write and direct an original movie about anything! He’s very passionate about movies, his work, and has worked on movies, television, and comics!

Star Wars and Marvel are hiring A-Listers and up-and-comers!

Disney can balace new directors and veteran directors!

Think of this quote by Howard Schultz, founder of Starbucks.

“Hiring people is an art, not a science, and resumes can’t tell you whether someone will fit into a company’s culture.”

                                                               -Howard Schultz

That is my take.

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So we finished the escape room with 1:56 to spare. We, however, did not make the leaderboard, which, in my true Hermione-ness, deeply bothers me…