#and I don't know if I'm looking at a couple hundred or ten thousand dollars here

[runawaymarbles]

separating dental insurance from normal medical coverage and making it fucking impossible to navigate is evil, actually

[redphienix]

every time I look into getting a collection of dvds or blu rays of dragon ball I just get sad

It's like "SURELY this is easy by now, it's fucking dragon ball" and then ten minutes later I'm like "Well you see the most complete, as in all the content, uncensored, bonus content, physical content etc, are PROBABLY (I think) the discontinued limited quantity dragon boxes from like 2015 or some shit which if you want english that costs over a thousand dollars, luckily the japanese versions were made in a greater quantity which is "fine" since I want sub too, but that doesn't complete what I'm looking for.

also avoid the orange boxes for Z, they fucked up the aspect ratio and you end up with poorly framed extremely trimmed 16/9 instead of the 4/3 it should be, but you CAN get the OG dragon ball equivalent of the orange boxes as well as the GT equivalent because both of those, ironically, got lesser touch ups and were instead released in their original 4 by 3 but all of these are of generally passable quality at best.

also if you want to get collector on things and get multiple dub versions just go fuck yourself right now you dirty fan because that shits practically lost media

not to mention the original japanese versions of like dragon ball OG ARE lost media up to the point of some french company doing some grassroots fan-effort to gather VHS recordings of the original broadcasts so they could splice the best audio together in their own release of dragon ball- thus being the best quality you can get for that content because toei themselves trashed all the original recordings and only kept access to dogshit recordings for the audio so there's that

also don't believe them if you read "uncensored" because there have been multiple instances of like toei and shit saying "This is the uncensored original series as it aired" complete with slapping a disclaimer on the disc saying the content is dated but true to the original and then they censored out middle fingers and shit because I don't know go fuck myself I guess

but basically it's very simple- if I care about dragon ball it will be exactly thousands of dollars and multiple headaches of buying different discontinued products from multiple regions and that's BEFORE getting into collector territory where I seek out bonus content or specific dubs, or I can spend a couple hundred dollars and get the most dog shit digitally remastered stretched and torn and significantly cut down "Full experience" from like amazon or walmart and don't you dare mention the movies you dirty fanboy (I actually don't even know how I'd get a hold of the movies or tv specials, I know they are included in /some/ collections so maybe it's not actually a hard part of the process).

I feel like every few years a new collection comes out and I get excited and then I find out it's got random things wrong with it.

[olivish]

Anonymous asked:

It's Showtime! We're putting on a train production of Shrek The Musical/Cats/Wizard of Oz(choose one)

Which Snowpiercer character is playing which role? Why? What shenanigans occur?Who flounces out of dress rehearsal? Why does the director threaten to quit?

Answer and ficlet below the fold:

We're putting on The Wizard of Oz! Except it's not The Wizard of Oz, it's "Wicked", a totally new and previously unheard of musical written and directed by none other than the great and powerful Miss Audrey! The cast, posted on "coming soon" bills all over the train, is as follows: Alex = Elphaba Emelia = Nessarose The Last Australian = Boq LJ = Galinda Osweiller = Fiyero Ruth = Madame Morrible Drs. Headwood = Drs. Dillamond Roche = the Wizard

To answer everyone's first question, YES, it absolutely KILLS Wilford that he is not cast in the musical! After all, he was BORN to play the Wizard! (Who, it should be noted, is the true hero of the tale, regardless of how certain unsophisticated audiences might interpret the story).

But Audrey isn't about to let Wilford weasel his way into her production. This is her first time directing a Wilford Industries Company Musical, and it's her first time writing original music intended to be performed for an audience. She's already a wreck as it is; she doesn't need any more negative voices whispering in her ear. Meanwhile, the two leads, Alex and LJ, are constantly at each other's throats, Ruth micromanages everything, the Headwoods have blown up the stage twice with their "special effects", and Emelia and her boyfriend are more interested in snogging behind the scenes than rehearsing. Also, it should be noted, train itself is headed towards another civil war if Melanie can't prove that New Eden exists before the Earther faction loses patience with her "wait and see" approach to colonization. The musical is supposed to be a release valve for the passengers, but the more things go wrong, the more Audrey worries that if it fails, the show will cause more harm than good. Andre points out that maybe she shouldn't have given the lead parts to "a bunch of kids." Also, "Roche has like, no range, dude." "I asked if you wanted the part!" Audrey nearly shouts back. "Come on, Audrey. How's that gonna look? People are already calling me a fraud as a leader... you want me to play one on stage as well? I'm sorry but I can't help." Andre pauses. "Except to say whatever you're doing... ain't it." Audrey buries her head in her hands. It's times like this she wonders, how on Earth Joseph ever got his musicals to work. For example, she and Melanie had hated each other back in the day, but they shared the stage without incident, time and again. And Ruth has always been a micromanaging nightmare, but her meddling never got in the way before. From Starlight Express to Chicago to The Rocky Horror Picture Show... Joseph's productions were not only successful as crowd-pleasing spectacles, but they managed to launder hundreds of thousands of dollars in illegal business earnings. "I just have to ask him a couple of questions," Audrey begs, as the engineers look at her like she's crazy. "Andre and Till won't understand, but I know you guys can sneak me into the library for like, ten minutes."

"You're playing right into his hands." Ben states the obvious. "This is exactly what he wants."

"Do you have a better idea?" Audrey counters. "Some brilliant directorial insight I haven't thought of yet?" "I still don't know why you didn't go with the standard casting," Melanie says. "Me as Elphaba, you as Galinda, Jinju as Nessarose, Ben as Fiyero, Javi as Boq..." "It's the obvious solution," Javi agrees. "Before the freeze, we made magic together. Right, guys? Magic." "Magic," Ben echoes. "Stick with what works," Melanie nods. "And the OG crew just worked." Audrey sighs. "If this show is going to bring people together, then we need to include the next generation. And besides, I figured you all would be too busy with your plan to retrofit the track scaler to scout for warms spots."

"Oh, that," Melanie chirps, a little too loudly. "Yeah that's... that's coming along." "Definitely," Ben backs her up. "We're making incredible progress." "It's embarrassing how much progress we're making," Javi stutters.

"Okay." Audrey glares suspiciously as the three engineers fall silent and stare at their boots. "So are you gonna help me sneak into the library, or what?"

"Sure!" "Yes!" "Definitely!" "Of course!" "Take the vents!" "Right this way!" "To the vents!" "Anything to help!" When Wilford hears Audrey's shimmying overhead, he smiles, closes his book and checks his watch. "Right on time," he murmurs. Audrey falls from the ceiling with a shriek-and-splat, onto the cot that Wilford had strategically placed exactly at the weak point from which he knew she would fall. "If it isn't the maestro herself!" he laughs at the pile of silk, wool and patent leather. Audrey flips herself over and straightens her hair. "Hello, Joseph." "Hello yourself! Can I offer you a drink? That's the first rule in directing a musical, by the way. Never do it sober." He winks. "You get that one for free!" Audrey hesitates for only a moment before realizing, this is exactly the kind of insight she came for. "Sure," she replies is a deep, raspy voice that she still only uses with him. "What the hell? Hit me."

[igotyouniverse]

Breathe Me - Chapter 1 [nct vamp au]

Description: After dropping out of college and coming home for the first time in two years, 22-year-old Ava Lee gets caught up in a mystery surrounding the people she thought she knew for so long. Between friendship, affairs and true love the young women finds herself being pulled into a  nightmare she would never wake up from.

Pairing: Oc x Taeyong , Oc x Johnny [several side-pairing involving Mark, Ten, Lucas and Jaehyun.]

Included Members: Taeyong, Johnny, Mark, Lucas, Ten, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Haechan (maybe more)

Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst, Action, Fantasy

Warnings: none (this chapter)

suggestive content, strong language, violence, blood, death. probably more, not sure yet (later chapters)

a/n: Here it comes! After years of procrestination I finally managed to write the very first (very boring) chapter of my vampire au with nct! Anyway, the main drama will start in the next chapter so stay patient and bear this one with me. It took me long enough, haha. All the warnings will be for later chapters so don't start reading if u dont feel like reading stuff like that qq If someone wants to get tagged please send me a message, ask, comment or whatever qq

I really hope you guys enjoy it, it was a very heavy birth. ♥

ch.2 || ch. 3

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The girl sighed deeply and took a look outside the small airplane window. She saw how the plane slowly drove into the prepared parking lot and felt how her level of anxiety rose with each second. Even though the flight was 18 hours long and her legs started to hurt she didn't want to stand up. Standing up meant for her to actually leave the plane, get her luggage and meet her family which would sooner or later lead to them asking all these questions. It wasn't like she didn't miss them.

She missed them very dearly. She missed the Sunday morning brunches with her neighbours, the movie nights where her dad would always pick out a movie because he'd pout if not, she even missed  her little brother Mark bursting into her room without knocking and asking her some totally stupid questions. She missed catching up with her best friend. She missed all these sleepovers when all they had to worry about was who the cutest boy at school was and what they'll do together once they were adults. She craved for all these past memories. The last time she set foot onto this ground was two years ago at her very first spring break after leaving home, moving to a town thousand of miles away, not knowing anyone.

She heard a beeping noise which indicated that the passengers could stand up and get out but she waited. All of them seemed in such a hurry to leave the plane, grabbing their belongings, everyone trying to get out first which ended in a crowded queue inside of the plane. She stretched her legs as much as possible, not making the slightest move to stand up.

Her eyes wandered back to the window, allowing her to take a glance at the sky, she wished to be into again. It was still quite bright outside, even though it was nearly evening, the sun nearly blinding her when she looked up, leading her to cover her eyes with her hand. The sunsets were so different in the States than here, in South Korea. Her eyes tried to focus on the slowly fading sun, leaving the sky in beautiful pinks and oranges with just a hint of soft white clouds.

Her mind started to spin, thinking about all the things she had to explain to her family sooner or later. But for now she needed to stay positive and hide the fact that she – the oh-so-perfect – student managed to drop out of a university, her parents nearly went insolvent to pay for to allow their daughter to get the best medical education they could think of. At the beginning the girl actually thought that it was her biggest dream to become a famous surgeon but after a short while she had to face the ugly truth that the job she so desperately wanted to do as long as she could remember just wasn't her thing.

She tried so badly to keep on and thought that it's just a phase every young adult went through when they started university but every time she talked to her friends at university she saw that that wasn't exactly the case. Everyone was so focused and motivated to become a successful doctor or surgeon they underwent the torture of endless sleepless nights, insane pressure and the feeling of not being able to even cut an onion correctly, which the professor didn't even care to make better. Every day she got told that she would never be able to work in the medical field and could try herself with some more basic and easy studies. It didn't matter how hard she tried to remember all the lectures and do her assignments – she failed miserably at everything.

Of course, her family didn't know. She was way too afraid to burst the bubble her parents created around her, leaving her in that perfect, white spotlight, portraying her like some sort of angel on a pedestal for everyone to see. They loved to talk about her in front of everyone, telling them that she'd be a successful surgeon, working hard and publishing groundbreaking articles, making herself a name in the medical community. Maybe even getting some famous award. Everyone in that small town knew about the smart daughter who got into one of the best medical universities in the United States, who worked so hard she was barely home.

She couldn't bear to see the disappointment on their faces once they see what she really was – a failure. She managed to hide her dropping out of university so well, she created her web of lies carefully over the last year, she sometimes even believed what she was saying. But as soon as her alarm clock went off, remembering her to go to work at a small corner café to pay her rent and even save some money in case her parents might throw her out, she had to face real life again. The life in which she dropped out only one year after starting, loosing hundreds of thousands of dollars and leaving the incident in her resume forever.

She was glad she got a job in the café as it belonged to the parents of one friend she met at college, who managed to get in because of a scholarship. They allowed her to work as much as she could to save money and even helped her sometimes.

“Excuse me, Miss?”, a soft and gentle voice made the girl leave her deep thoughts and look up. A beautiful, young flight attendant smiled down at her. “You need to leave the plane, please.”, she said in sweet yet demanding voice  and got her luggage out of the cabinet above for her. The girl didn't realise that the plane was already as good as empty. She thanked the attendant, grabbed her bag and went out of the plane into the airport, feeling her legs shaking more with each step she took.

She pulled out her smartphone, turning off flight mode only to get bombarded with dozens of messages, mostly from her mom asking if she already landed and that they waited for her at the gate. After that she only texted emojis. Hearts, heart-eyes and some other stuff which made her feel even more anxious. How could she disappoint a mother as proud as her? No, she needed to keep her secret for a bit longer. Maybe until her brother messed up. But what could he possibly mess up which would overshadow her dropping out of college? Maybe if he committed a crime.

Mark was different from her, She didn't know how but he actually managed to tell their parents that he doesn't want to become a doctor or lawyer, and instead insisted of becoming an author or journalist. To say her parents were unhappy would be an understatement. They were more than angry and told him to pay the tuition himself. They believed it was just a small teenage dream he had but when he finished High School and started working at the local bookstore to save some money to actually study creative writing they realized that he was serious. That small incident happened just 14 months ago, yet he continued to work there and save up. He even managed to visit her every couple of months, as she didn't want to come.

When she arrived at the luggage claim the suitcases were already out on the baggage belt and she waited as long as she could, watching her lonely suitcase making its turns on the device, purposely ignoring it until it was the only one left and she had to grab it. Her phone vibrated in her pocket again.

Mark [06.07pm]: Where r u?

She rolled her eyes and just put it back in the pocket of her jeans as she headed towards the exit. The girl took a deep breath, putting on the brightest smile she could manage and stepped out of the doors. Her family wasn't hard to notice. Her parents held a way too big and bright  banner in their hands

WELCOME HOME AVA

Ava tried to keep her smile up and waved at them. “Oh, honey welcome home!”, her mother shouted as she lowered the banner to hug her daughter tightly. “I'm so happy you're finally home again, our doctor!.”, she said and patted her back softly. She felt her dad joining the hug and giving her a warm smile as well, joining her mother in telling her how happy he was to have her back home. Ava clenched her jaw, trying to smile as honest as possible.

“You're really squishing me to death guys.”, Ava chuckled and was glad when her parents finally let go of her. She looked up and saw her brother Mark smiling at her.

“Come on, give your favourite sister a hug.”, the girl laughed, making her brother chuckle before embracing her in a loving hug as well. The last time she saw him he visited the campus a few months ago. Of course he didn't know she dropped out then and nearly choked on his water when she told him. She knew he wouldn't tell their parents but he thought it would be better if she told their parents as soon as possible, which she didn't of course.

“Happy to have you back.”, Mark said and squeezed his sister one more time before he let her go and took her suitcase.

Ava stretched her body slowly before getting into their car, really not wanting to sit down for another hour but apparently she had to. As soon as she sat down and put on her seat belt her mother turned around to look at her and smiled.

“Tell us, honey, how is Stanford? Is it going well, yes?”, she asked and Ava felt like she needed to throw up.

“Yeah, everything is fine. I handed in all assignments last week and I have a good feeling.”, she chuckled and felt guilt crawling all over her body. She smiled slightly and turned her eyes away to avoid her mother proud gaze, yet she could feel Mark eyeing her.

“Ah, that's so great, honey. Your father and I just talked to the Lee's from across the street and they told us their son wants to apply to Stanford, too. We told them you could talk to him and give some advice.”

“Sure.”, she just sighed and pulled out her phone again, hoping her mother would understand her silent plead to leave her be. Her mother smiled again and turned back to talk to her father about what she'd make for dinner on this special occasion.

Ava checked the other texts she got, scrolling through them. She smiled when she saw a text from her best friend, sending her a picture from her in her nurse uniform. She looked so cute, proudly standing in front of the mirror in the dressing room, posing with a finger heart.

[Ava 06.54pm] Cute! Just landed, on my way home. Wanna hang out later?

[Yunmi 06.57pm] Can't. Night shift today but pick me up tomorrow morning and get breakfast? The café next to the bookstore finally opened!

[Ava 07.00pm] absolutely! Can't wait. Miss you so much ♥

She scrolled through the remaining texts just to feel a little disappointment in her body after not seeing what she so desperately wanted to see. But then again, she didn't expect to see a text from him after he ignored each and everyone of hers the last two years. He didn't even care enough to wish her a happy birthday in November so he probably couldn't care less texting her when she came home.

She sighed lightly and looked outside the car window, seeing how the landscape came and go in front of her eyes and how the sky got all these beautiful colours in it, she could even see the moon already. A wave of tiredness crashed over her exhausted body as she decided to close her eyes for just  a moment.

The girl felt someone poking her arm multiple times, calling her name.

“Wake up, we're home.”, she heard Mark say and groaned, before rubbing her eyes.

“Yes, I'm awake, you can stop poking me.”, she said when her brother continued to poke her arm with a grin on his face.

“Don't make me hit you.”, she warned and slapped his hand away.

“Pff, please.” he answered mockingly and jumped out of the car before her fist could reached his body.

Ava chuckled , getting out of the car stretching her stiff body slowly, hearing all her joints crack at once.

“How old are you? 80?” Mark said teasingly, getting out her suitcase from the trunk.

“Trust me, I feel like it.”, she yawned loudly and slowly got up the stairs to their house.

She inhaled the sweet and calming scent of her mothers vanilla candles as soon as she set foot into the house, taking of her shoes before she walked further inside. It hasn't changed a bit. The beige coloured walls still had pictures of the family on them. Ava smiled and looked at the picture of her and her family from her Highschool graduation three years ago. She smiled when she saw the exact picture her parents had chosen. Mark and her making some weird pose while her parents rolled their eyes.

“Honey, dinner will be ready in half-an-hour, okay?” she didn't realize that her mother was standing right next to her and flinched a bit.

“Yeah, sure, thank you, mom. I'll start to unpack then. Love you.”, Ava said, kissing her mothers cheek softly before going up the stairs into her old room where Mark already put her suitcase and bag.

Her room hasn't changed either. Of course, it looked a bit colder as she took all her personal stuff with her to the US when she moved out, but it still felt comfy with it's cozy beige sofa and her queen sized bed, which her mother already prepared for her. She closed the door behind her and looked outside the big windows, which connected to a small balcony, which was only hers. She remembered how mad Mark was when she got the room with the balcony and not him and grinned. She stepped outside for a moment to breathe in the still warm air, listening to the rustling sound of the trees as a mild breeze blew through them.

The small wooden bench she made herself with her dad back when she was younger still stood in the very same corner and even had pillows on it and a blanket, indicating that someone still used it even while she was gone. Probably her mother when she wanted to have some time and space for herself, she thought and smiled before going back into her room.

She stretched her stiff body once again before squatting down and opening her black suitcase to unpack her things. Ava only brought some clothes and other necessities with her as she didn't believe of staying home for a longer period of time. She rented her tiny apartment, or as she preferred to call it, her shoebox to a friend from university who looked for her own place as long as she stayed with her parents so she didn't need to worry about paying rent. So she just packed her essentials and hoped to keep her pretty little lie for some more months to figure out what she actually wanted to do with her situation now. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to stay in Stanford . She just knew, she didn't want to stay here in this tiny town where everyone knows everyone.

She loved the size of New York, she loved the vibes, the people and even the stink it had. It was charming in some kind of way and she enjoyed the anonymity she had. She liked living in the famous city which never sleeps but it didn't feel like a complete home to her yet and maybe never would. Not to mention, that she was just working in a café which was barely enough to live so she needed to get something more permanent very soon. But she had no idea what that could be. Maybe she'd apply to another university, maybe she didn't want to go to college at all. But what were her options anyway?

Ava groaned, throwing a stack of clothes into her closet in frustration, before squatting down again to fold them neatly. She felt her phone vibrating in the pocket of her jeans and sighed when she saw the name of the person who messaged her blinking in front of her. She opened it and thought about her answer for several minutes before she decided to ignore it for the moment and maybe get back to it later, unsure about her wanting to meet the sender or not.

She furrowed her eyes as she looked at the clock hanging at one of her walls, showing that it was way later than she expected and her mother still hadn't called for dinner yet. She put the last of her belongings in the connected bathroom she shared with her brother and checked her phone to make sure she didn't receive a text from him telling her dinner is ready. Ava didn't realize how hungry she was until she thought about the dishes her mother was probably busy making and her mouth started to water. She really missed good Korean food. There were quite some Korean restaurants in New York but of course nothing tasted as good as her mother's home cooked meals.

Just as she wanted to open her door and check downstairs she heard her mother shout from the kitchen that dinner was finally ready. She opened her door and could already smell the kimchi and meat her mother apparently made and couldn't wait to finally taste it.

“Coming! I'm getting Mark”, Ava shouted back and wanted to knock on Marks door, telling him to come down but the boy who opened the door wasn't her brother.

“Oh, hey Ava. Haven't seen you in forever. How are you?”, Johnny asked, seemingly surprised but a small smile appeared on his pretty face.

He hasn't changed a tiny bit. He still looked as gorgeous as three years ago when she left and never heard of him again. His hair was still black but a tad longer than before. It framed the contours of his face just perfectly which made it hard for her to look away and think about how she was mad at him for ignoring her for the past years, even though the last thing she remembered with him was actually something very nice. Or that's at least what she thought it was. Apparently he thought differently and had to treat her like air. Not even daring to step a foot in their house when she came home for spring break once.

“Umm, fine. Are you staying for dinner?”, she asked, trying to sound as calm as possible but she couldn't hide a tint of anger in her voice, yet the anger mixed up with other feelings she was way too bad at hiding.

“Yeah, I invited him. He basically lives here anyway.”, she heard Mark say behind Johnny who didn't seem to sense her displeasure over his invitation. Why do they have to be best friends? She asked herself and secretly hoped for Johnny to disappear or something. But of course that wouldnÄt happen.

“Please, the food gets cold, come down.”, she heard her mother saying from the foot of the stairs with her hands stemmed in her hips, still wearing her red-dotted apron.

“Actually, I'm not hungry.”, Ava said taking a step away from Johnny as his simple presence made her legs feel stupidly weak.

Her statement got quite unbelievable when her stomach started to growl from the heavenly scent of her mother's food.

“Doesn't sound like it.”, Mark said and raised his brow looking at his sister questionably.

“I'm really not hungry and I'm meeting a friend. Can we postpone our family dinner to another time?”, she said while purposely emphasising the term family to show her displeasure about the clearly unwanted guest guest.

Before her mother could answer something Ava ran down the stairs, giving her mother another short kiss before running outside, leaving her house behind.

She took a deep breath before letting out some vulgar curses towards the situation and especially the person causing her to still feel all these things.

Ava pulled out her phone and messaged the only person she could think of, who might get her thoughts somewhere else, even if she might regret it in the morning.

masterlist

[d-xs]

PROMPT:

Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Catherine Todd

Warning: implied/referenced child abuse.

Jason Todd makes no attempt to eat his burger or even take a sip from his soda, despite the loud rumbling of his stomach. He clutches the bag tightly, bringing it closer to his chest when he sees Bruce staring, like he's afraid Bruce would take offense and demand his food back.

Bruce Wayne does not understand him. His threadbare clothes do nothing to hide the skin stretched over bones. He can see the outline of the boy's ribs through his red hoodie. He is clearly very hungry and going by the way he can't seem to take his eyes off the bag of fast food or even how he keeps taking lungs full of the aroma wafting from it, like if he breathes deep enough, he will be filled. He would bet his entire fortune that this kid has not had a good meal in weeks, or even months. Even one as unhealthy as greasy fast food.

The child is clearly starving. Yet, he has not made any attempt to help himself.

Bruce does not have any experience with poverty or homelessness. Even at the lowest point of his life, he had access to basic human needs. Still, he knows enough about human behavior to know that Jason's behavior right now is not the norm. When he gives a clearly starving person food, they usually devour it immediately.

There are only a few reasons why he would not want to eat the food he had enthusiastically accepted from Bruce. Either he plans to use the food as payment for his safety, in which case, Bruce needs to start looking into gangs exploiting kids, or he has someone, most likely a younger sibling in his care. Considering the fact that Bruce had caught him trying to jack off the fourth tire of the batmobile, after successfully getting away with the other three, Bruce is not sure what is most likely to be the case.

"You going to turn me in now?" Jason asks him, once Bruce's burger is out of sight.

"I promised you I wouldn't," Bruce tells him as earnestly as he can manage.

It doesn't convince the child at all.

"Yeah, right," he scoffs. "That's what you all say."

"Don't you think it would be counter-productive to have you arrested for trying to survive? I'm trying to make Gotham safe for kids like you, Jason. Not put you in jail. I might take you somewhere safe, so you don't have to keep living on the streets, but--"

"I'm not on the streets," Jason cuts in defensively. The fear and worry in his expression is clear now. "I live with my mom and we're fine. If you're not going to arrest me, then I'll be on my way."

A mom. Bruce can't decide if it's a euphemism for Boss. He has seen some awful things since becoming Batman. He also knows some parents take advantage of their kids and force them into crimes as a way to 'earn their keep'.

Jason is most likely taking the food to this person, if he's not eating it, and Batman needs to separate them if the child is being exploited.

The child doesn't wait for Bruce's response before he starts his trek back to the Narrows.

Making a snap decision, Bruce calls out to him.

"Common, I'll drop you off wherever you want," he says, knowing Jason would never let Batman drop him off at home. The child is too suspicious, and rightfully so.

Jason stops in his tracks, but he makes no attempt to accept Bruce's offer.

"It will be morning before you make it all the way across town," Bruce points out. "That's <i>if</i> you don't get attacked for the food."

With that, Jason agrees to let Bruce give him a ride.

Even though he was quiet for the first couple of minutes, Bruce could see the wheels turning in the boy's head. Jason has a very expressive face that tells Bruce he is gearing up to say something, as he takes in the interior of the batmobile.

Jason doesn't take as long as Bruce thought he would.

"You're probably rich, huh?" Jason observes.

Oh God, Bruce hopes this kid is not about to proposition him.

"Not really." Bruce's answer is terse to discourage further probing.

"So it's true what they say?" Jason continues, either missing Bruce's reluctance to continue with this conversation or ignoring it. "That you're fucking Bruce Wayne for money?"

If Batman didn't have such a tight rein on his microexpressions, he would have choked. "That's not language suitable for a child."

Jason turns in his seat so that Bruce doesn't miss the elaborate eye-roll.

"I guess you've had to pay informants, huh?" Jason asks. "You know, like in the stories, where a dude is rewarded for giving the cops valuable information for solving a crime. You do that?"

"Sometimes." Bruce is invested in where Jason is going with his questioning. "Why? Do you have information to sell?"

"Depends on your going rate," the boy sasses.

"And how much do you want?" Bruce asks.

"I read in the papers that the FBI pay up to a hundred grand," Jason shrugs. "Shouldn't be too much for you to match, seeing as you have a rich boyfriend."

"One hundred thousand dollars?" The only reason Bruce doesn't laugh is because he doesn't want Jason to think he's being made fun of.

That, and the possibility that Jason may be trying to get free from his abuser, by having Batman go after them.

"You really think your information is worth that much?" Bruce asks.

"You tell me, Batman." Jason shrugs again. "It was worth enough to cause a war between Penguin and Scarecrow. Enough to make my dad disappear, not that that's a bad thing."

Bruce doesn't think he's supposed to hear the last part, as Jason mutters it under his breath. But the cowl picks up the words clearly.

A criminal and/or abusive mother and mob affiliated but now absentee father. Bruce is debating calling Social Services.

He's also aware of the war between Penguin and Scarecrow. A few months ago, there were rumors of a collaboration between the two factions to take over Gotham, before accusations of betrayal.

If it wasn't for the lives being lost, Bruce would be grateful for their misunderstanding.

Still, a hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money for someone like Jason, and is most likely to draw the wrong attention.

"I'll give you five thousand," Bruce tells him.

"Out of a hundred? Are you really that cheap?" Jason snorts. "You roll around in a ride like this and can't even pay for information? Okay, I'll do you a favor and take seventy."

"Ten," Bruce counters.

"All you rich assholes like taking advantage of poor people," Jason grumbles angrily. When Bruce doesn't budge, he relents. "Fifty."

"Fifteen."

"Fifty," Jason repeats firmly.

"Alright, twenty five thousand dollars and that's my final offer."

"Deal!" Jason agrees immediately.

Bruce watches him spit on his palm before extending it to Bruce for a handshake.

"Come on," he urges when Bruce makes no attempt to shake his hand. "We gotta shake on it to seal the deal."

In the face of that logical argument, Bruce spits in his own hand before clasping it to Jason's in a handshake.

If Jason believes he has information that can help, then twenty five thousand dollars is not too much to pay someone who clearly needs it. The cash in the batmobile isn't up to the amount, but it should be enough to buy the time he would need to get the rest from the manor.

"Alright." He follows Jason's directions on where to park. "What's this information?"

"Wait here," Jason instructs him, undoing the seat belt. "I'll bring it to you."

Bruce gives Jason a minute head-start before he takes to the rooftops, to trail the young boy.

After a few twists and turns, he comes to a stop in front of a dilapidated building. A woman rushes out and pulls Jason into a hug.

"I've been looking all over for you!" she scolds. "Where were you? Chris said some man took you. Is that true?"

She is rail thin, her threadbare clothes hanging off her body, but she sounds genuinely distressed as she checks him for injuries.

"I'm fine, Mom," Jason says in comfort before shoving the food at her. "Look, I got us food and I found a way to get away from the men looking for dad."

The woman -- Jason's mom -- shoves the food back at him, before pulling him into an apartment with the door barely hanging on a hinge.

It's hard not to notice the woman's limp, or the way Jason supports some of her weight as they go.

Bruce takes a second to process everything.

Judging by the environment and what he's seen and heard, Jason isn't being abused, but he's in even more danger.

Whether he plans to pay off his father's debt with the money or not, Bruce knows he has to get mother and son away from this place before they end up as victims of mob violence. Whether Jason really does have information to sell or not.

With that, Bruce hops down to the street from his perch on the roof.

Despite how mindful he is of the door, the moment his fist to connects with the door, it falls off the hinge holding it in place, exposing Jason and his mother having either a very late dinner or a very early breakfast in their one bedroom apartment.

They both jump at the sight of him, and once realization dawns on them, their reactions are wildly different.

Jason's mom cowers with fear, shrinking into herself while attempting to wrap herself around her son, but Jason won't have it. He is livid.

"What the fuck, Batman!" the child hisses angrily. "I told you to wait for me."

"Jason, stop," his mother pleads, pulling Jason behind her.

The boy is unmoved. His mother's frailness is no match for his strength.

"You broke our door! Why the fuck would you do that?"

Despite his obvious anger, they're both careful not to raise their voices. Bruce imagines that getting a visit from Batman isn't a good thing in this neighborhood.

"Calm down," Bruce growls.

Both mother and son freeze where they stand.

"We didn't do nothing wrong, Batman," the lady tells him in a trembling voice. "If you're looking for my husband, we don't know where he is."

"I'm here for Jason," Bruce tells her, registering her distress just before he turns to Jason. "You were taking too long," he lies. "I wanted to make sure you were fine."

This seems to placate the boy a bit, but not his mother, who demands to know what the hell is going on.

Bruce watches silently as Jason explains his plans to his mother.

Apparently, his plan is to sell the information his father stole from Scarecrow to Batman, in exchange for money that will get them out of Crime Alley.

His mom doesn't look thrilled, but she lets Jason climb into the ceiling to retrieve what her husband had hidden there.

"You won't arrest him when you have what you want, will you?" she asks with a fierce look.

Bruce can't help but admire that about her. Not a lot of people have that look about them when Batman is staring them down.

Must be where Jason gets his spunk.

"Jason is a good boy," she continues. "He did a bad thing, but it was for a good reason. His heart is in the right place, I swear."

"Mrs Todd--" Bruce starts, but she interrupts him.

"Catherine."

"Catherine," he repeats. "I don't plan to arrest your son," he continues as calmly as Batman's voice will let him. "We made a deal and I intend to uphold my end."

"So you're just going to hand Jason twenty-five grand?" Catherine asks suspiciously. "Just like that?"

"Yes," he tells her simply. "But I don't have twenty-five thousand dollars in cash right now. I can give you a thousand tonight, and a safe place for the night. Seeing as I broke your door. Tomorrow, you will get the rest of the money and I will call someone to fix your door."

As he talks, he pulls out the bills from his utility belt and hands it to her.

Of course, he has no plans of letting them return here. But if he has learned anything from being Batman, it's that, sometimes, all some people have left is their pride.

Poor people hate being treated as charity.

Siccing Alfred on her would be more productive. All he has to do is make sure they meet. Dick would probably appreciate having someone young in the manor, too.

"And you swear Jason will be safe?" Catherine stresses, eyes flickering between the money and Bruce's face.

"I swear," he vows solemnly. That much, he can promise.

A few minutes later, Jason returns from the ceiling, an envelope clutched in his hand.

"Jason," Catherine calls softly, pulling him into her arms before he can give Bruce the envelope. "Baby, there's something I have to tell you about…"

[migleefulmoments]

(1/2) i gotta agree with the anon who pointed out that they think Darren is so much more famoud than he acutally is. i'm not from the US, but where i live, if you picked 100 random people on the street, 98 of them wouldn't know him. and i suppose he isn't THAT big even in the US. definitely nowhere near A-list. and most of his regular fans don't give a shit about his private life - and don't stalk all of his firends on social media.

(2/2) that's what baffles me so much about them. how they call literally everything PR and stunts for attention (or 'promotion', to use their own vocabulary) even though no normal fan who isn't a total fanatic like themselves could ever see any of it unless they wanted to a knew exactly where to look. it's not promotion when none of the pictures or videos are tagged. it's not promotion when you have to look for it. that's just people living their lives.Everything you said. 

Darren isn’t that famous here either. Maybe more than 2/100 would know him but most of the time when I say his name, I have to add “Glee” and even then I often get a blank look. Clearly, his star is rising and he has the potential to do amazing things, but I don’t think he has ever been in it for the fame for fame’s sake. He has talked about that in the past- that fame and money weren’t driving forces. 

What the tinhatters never understand is that WE follow everything Darren does but things like Hedwig and LM/DC aren’t giving him massive exposure. They are jobs and they are amazing performances but they aren’t getting him publicity or moving him to the A-List. Only a few Broadway roles have lead to the kind of publicity that builds a massive audience- Ben Platt got great exposure from Dear Evan Hansen but he isn’t A-List and he isn’t yet parleyed into other successful projects- he has a album and Netflix project coming. 

Your point that most fans not care about Darren’s personal life is spot on. Most of us don’t care about his private life in the way the CCers believe everyone does. I love that he is in love because it is fun to watch a couple enjoying one another and doing amazing things together. They have a lot of chemistry and charisma and they seem to really love and respect one another. But if they broke up, I would be sad as I am anytime I hear about a relationship that I was slightly invested in breaks up. I want to see love win but I have no skin in their game. Their relationship success or failure has no bearing on my life. If they break up, get married, have an open married, take in a 3rd partner, never have sex, have sex every day, play Dom/sub games or only do it in missionary...none of it impacts any of our lives. 

The CC fandom has had to work very hard to explain away a lot of what Darren does and says in the last 4 years since Glee ended, but this year they were especially busy. Their go-to excuse- that everything is PR loses its effectiveness when they over use it and when Darren doesn’t play along by actually promoting the event. They have declared that everything Darren does that doesn’t involve Chris is "PR” or “promotion” which itself is ridiculous, but add in the fact that Chris and Darren have NO public relationship and leads to a lot of declarations of “it’s promotion”.  “PR” by definition requires actual publicity. How is it “promotion” if they only people who hear about it are a hundred or so people? Darren isn’t paying for tens of thousands of dollars for a “stunt” in order to deceive a couple hundred hardcore fans. But as conspiracy theorist, the CC fandom doesn’t consider that. They only work from the premise that EVERYTHING MUST END UP BACK AT CC. So Darren is in the desert with his buddies before his wedding=XXXXXXXXXXXX= CC confirmed. The only way to complete the equation-solve for X- is to change X to “PR stunt”. Over time, as these PR stunts kept adding up and the march toward the wedding was getting more and more obvious, they had devise some logic that made CC confirmed continue to be a reasonable answer and that must mean that any kind of increased activity must mean a lead up to the end. It’s utter nonsense but they don’t look for logical answers or probably answers, they look for ways to ways to always end up at CC Confirmed 

[scifibi]

don't give a marine a hickey

i was commanded on twitter by @bellmyblake and @cloverjean to blarke this:

Clarke flies through the automatic doors in a flurry of art tubes, throwing her purse and portfolio samples into the first basket she sees before striding off towards a random aisle. She's got about twenty minutes before The Bachelorette starts, and after the long day she's had, she's not planning to miss a single second of it.

She powers through the frozen food section, throwing a few lasagnes and pizzas into her basket before hurrying towards the alcohol aisle. After the last two weeks they've had, the apartment is all out of wine, and she needs it for The Bachelorette. Needs it.

She stops at a large yellow sign advertising a sale on frozen onion rings — two for one, but does she really need two bags of frozen onion rings? — and just as she puts her hand on the fridge door to open it, her phone goes off like a siren.

She jumps, shoving both hands into the basket to unearth her bag from the small mound of frozen food piled atop it. It takes another few seconds to wrangle her phone from the masses of half-finished gum packets and hair ties and pins in her purse, but she finally locates the clamouring device and brings it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Am I speaking to Ms. Clarke Griffin?"

She frowns, not expecting the grave sombreness of the voice that greets her. "Yes, this is she."

"Ms. Clarke Griffin," the voice persists, "legal spouse of Corporal Bellamy Blake of the U.S. Marine Corps?"

Her heart thuds to a standstill, all thoughts of onion rings dissolving from her brain.

No.

No, no, no.

It can't be. She just saw him yesterday. Less than twenty-four hours ago, she dropped him off at the airport and kissed him goodbye.

Less than twenty-four hours ago, her husband was in her arms. Warm. Safe. 

Alive.

"Yes," she says, her voice no more than a hoarse whisper. "I'm— yes."

She doesn't know what else to say. She's not sure she's even capable of saying anything else.

Oh, God. Oh God, oh God, oh God.

"Ma'am," the voice continues, serious and sober, "I'm calling today to inform you about your recent transgression against the Marine Corps, the Department of Defense, and the very Constitution of the United States."

Her breath stutters in her throat.

"Um," she squeaks out, "my what?"

"Transgression, ma'am," the voice repeats, an undercurrent of irritation lacing its patient tone. "Ma'am, are you aware that the defacement of government property is a serious federal crime?"

She actually drops her basket, the plastic clattering flatly to the linoleum floor of the supermarket. "The what of what?!"

"Penalties for this crime can go up to a maximum fine of up to two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, or ten years imprisonment, or even both," the voice continues, unbothered by her incredulous tone. "The American government does not take kindly to destruction of its property, ma'am, not at all."

Her jaw drops. "What are you talking about? I didn't—" Cutting herself off in sheer frustration, she shakes her head violently, her blonde curls whipping about her face. "Look, what the hell is going on? Where's my husband? Is he okay?"

"Okay?!" There's a loud scoff on the other end of the line. "Ma'am, you've got a lotta nerve asking if he's okay! Especially after that giant contusion you left on Corporal Blake's person!"

Her brows knit into a sharp frown. "Contusion? What contusion?! I have never laid a hand on my husband!"

"You'd think after two years of marriage, you'd have the good sense not to leave it right out in the open where everyone can see," the voice continues over her protests. "Or at least aim for somewhere below the collar of our uniforms!"

All of a sudden, memories of the night before flood into her brain, the images of freckled skin and warm lips overwhelming her senses. The last night she and Bellamy shared together before he'd left for his second tour.

All the blood rushes out of her face, leaving her pale and dizzy for a brief moment before flooding right back in, her cheeks burning up in that way that always makes her look like she fell into a giant pan of bright red blush.

"Oh my God," she hisses, gripping the phone tight against her ear. "Are you talking about the hickey?"

A contemptuous sniff. "If that's what you two are calling that big old ugly—"

There's a loud bang in the background, like a door being flung wide open. Another voice booms, muffled and inaudible but reassuringly and thrillingly familiar — and then all of a sudden, there's nothing on the line but the sounds of what she can only make out to be a scuffle, a barked-out "Murphy!" and a high-pitched yelp, and then—

"Clarke?"

"Bellamy?" Even though she now knows full well that he'd been fine all along, the relief washes over her like a wave over the sand, cool and comforting. "Bellamy, God. It's you."

"Of course it's me, babe," he says, his voice turning soft and low in the way that always seems to melt her heart right in her chest. "Jesus, hang on—fuck off, Murphy!" There's a last muted mumble in the background, and then the sound of a door closing. "Okay, he's gone now. What was he—"

"Jesus Christ, Bell!" she explodes, no longer able to contain the fire of sheer indignation. "I thought you were dead! I was this close to losing it in the fucking grocery store!"

"What?" his voice roughens in concern. "What do you mean you— what the hell did that asshole say?!"

She throws her free hand up in exasperation. "He asked if I was me, if I was married to Corporal Bellamy Blake of the Marine Corps, yadda yadda yadda, and the whole time I was thinking something terrible had happened, I was just thinking about you and I was this close to going out of my mind, and then he fucking accuses me of destroying government property!"

Bellamy begins to laugh.

"It's not funny!" she half yells, but she can't quite suppress the grin already forming on her own face. "I thought you were dead, and your dickwad friend was giving me shit for giving my own husband a hickey!"

Bellamy can't stop laughing. "Oh, shit," he manages when he catches his breath. "Oh, babe. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it was a shitty joke. Murphy and a couple other guys have been teasing me all morning, but I'm gonna—" He dissolves into another peal of laughter, and it's not fair how the sound makes her picture him crystal clear in her head, eyes crinkled, mouth stretched wide, broad chest all rumbly and warm with the evidence of his amusement.

"I'm gonna kill him," she promises darkly, a wide smile on her own face, still flushed and warm with residual embarrassment. "It's Murphy, right? John Murphy? What's his middle name? Social security number?"

"Don't worry, baby, I'll get to him first," Bellamy chuckles. The last of his laughter dissolves into a small sigh. "Fuck, Clarke. I miss you so much already."

She exhales, leaning against the fridge door to cool her skin off. "I miss you too. When are you shipping out?"

"Three more days. Flight time isn't confirmed yet, but I'll let you know when I can. Should be set by the time we get to video chat tomorrow night."

"Any chance you could make it a private video chat?" she quips, smiling.

"My, my, Mrs. Blake," Bellamy says, and just from the tone of his voice she knows exactly which smile he's wearing — lopsided and charming, with a hint of teasing. "I'm not so sure you should be trusted alone with government property. Looking to make a repeat offense so soon?"

He probably genuinely means it as a joke, but even that flippant quip sends memories from their last two weeks together flickering through her brain again, igniting her senses and turning her insides to mush. The sight of Bellamy's tan skin, made even tanner from long hours of training and military exercises in the sun. The sounds he'd elicited from her with his hands and mouth. The sensations he'd sparked in her when he'd—

She clears her throat, letting the pitch of her voice drop even lower. "Well, Corporal, it appears I might have something of a vandalism streak."

"Shit, babe." Bellamy sighs, the sound distinctly strained even through the phone connection. "All I want is just to be with you right now. Why am I all the way out here again?"

"Because you love me," she reminds him with a smile, "and you love our friends, and you love your country."

"Right, right," he says, exhaling heavily. "Priority number one. Protect my family."

Tears prick at her eyes, but her smile only grows wider. "Priority number one," she corrects insistently, "protect yourself. Stay safe, and come home to your family."

"Yes, ma'am," he says, his voice soft and reassuring.

There's a long pause, the two of them hanging on just to hear each other in the faint buzz of the phone connection.

Finally, Bellamy clears his throat. "I gotta go," he says, his tone full of reluctant apology. "Get Murphy off whichever poor bastard he's torturing now."

She shakes her head, pushing off the fridge door. "Go. Text or call when you can."

"I will," he promises, and then adds, "Get yourself something other than frozen pizza for dinner?"

"I did," she says, eyes flicking to the two boxes of frozen lasagne in her basket.

"Or frozen lasagne." She can't see his face, but she can picture his raised brow, clear as day.

She rolls her eyes. "Fine. I'll get an apple, or something."

"Good enough," he says, and then he pauses. She can't explain it, but something about the extra beat of silence just tells her that he's smiling again, comforting and warm. "I love you."

Her heart grows about three sizes bigger in its ribbed cage.

"I love you," she answers, confident and firm.

[thatfilthyanimal]

I don't know if I should be contributing to this post because I really don't want to make it worse, and I'm half-asleep and salty, but as someone who's been a Megamind fandom contributor since the beginning (THE VEEERY BEGINNING /narrating monologue voice) I think that OP mentioning "those Megamind fandom people" seems to misunderstand that there are:

1) A good handful of people considering themselves "active" fandom members that chat together and post art and fic to this day and love to talk about the movie a lot with each other (ollo~! we have a discord!! It's actually active and everything, woah, amazing what a few months does, because the first time that post made rounds we really thought there weren't many of us around!)

and alternatively,

2) Thousands upon thousands of people using Megamind to shitpost like people used to do with Shrek (but probably actually do like the movie, like people do with Shrek, again)

There are a LOT of people who saw and loved the movie, but aren't interested in being in the fandom. At best, they maybe they looked at DeviantArt once or read a couple of fanfics on AO3, but they aren't interested beyond that. That's... really fucking normal. In any fanbase.

The truth is a LOT of people love this movie and have no interest in it beyond watching it casually and shitposting about it. And that's ok! We're in a global pandemic and we need to find laughs somewhere. But also, a lot of times they're right-- the subject matter of these posts really did happen in Megamind, and people are mad it got overlooked.

As someone who remembers the excuses Dreamworks Animation spat out in 2011 to a crushed and... oddly active Megamind fanbase that had their sequel pulled out from under them, and was denied a franchise and content for it moving forward because the movie "didn't do well" and "nobody liked it"-- fuck, let people fucking shitpost. I'm SO GLAD it's getting attention, now. Finally. Let people make the joke and be salty that there's still people out there that haven't seen a damn good movie that deserved to be noticed more than it was. They're right to point it out. It's a good movie. Tell people it's the content they want to see. Fuck it. Life is short, watch a good fucking movie and smile, life's way too short to attack a loving fanbase that's trying to enjoy scraps of fandom while continuing to love a movie Dreamworks stopped caring about way too soon.

"But Filthy!" I hear you start, "Filthy! The movie really didn't do well!" ah yes, because going up directly against Tangled: Disney's 50th movie, and a Harry Potter movie was a GREAT FUCKING MOVE, yes, we have also established in the last ten years that Katzenberg has made some REALLY AWFUL CHOICES for the company, and this was one of them. He expected Megamind to replace the Shrek franchise (deadass, look it up), which was wrapping up at the time. And he threw it up against two major competitors with the shittiest advertising ever (thanks for nothing, Paramount), and still had the garbanzos to call it a company failure despite the fact that it still held up REALLY well considering the competition!!

I know. I've been here 10 1/2 years watching this bullshit, as a fan.

But oh, Katzenberg Katzenberg Katzenberg. He couldn't just leave it alone with Dreamworks, he had to destroy it on the way out, taking his money and leaving like the biggest coward. Not only did he close one of the studios suddenly-- causing hundreds of employees to lose their dream jobs overnight, causing countless in-development films to be cancelled (Me and My Shadow, B.O.O., Mumbai Musical, and Croods 2 which was eventually brought back) he could have easily stepped up and kept those employees hired and living stable-- instead he decided to throw $75 MILLION DOLLARS to commission 3 more episodes of Breaking Bad. After firing hundreds of employees and nearly collapsing the entire studio with one bad call after another. Cancelling Megamind as a franchise was only the beginning of a continuous shitshow that Dreamworks is STILL FEELING TODAY.

(He got denied his 3 episodes by the way, it's bittersweet. Wonder what it feels like to not get more of a franchise you really love. Hm. Wouldn't know.)

What I'm getting at is, I've sat here long enough to see what's been happening and you know what? It's terrifying! Let the movie get some fucking attention and let people shitpost. Maybe Dreamworks will actually pick it back up, banking on the shitposting and the nostalgia factor, and maybe the company can recover from Katzenberg's awful choices he left them behind with. It's NOT us just wanting our movie-- I was loving getting 3 films a year from Dreamworks! Their films were really fucking good, sequels and all! The animation is phenomenal, the artists are talented as fuck, the storywriters know how to tell a fun fucking story, and Dreamworks does a lot of shit Disney has been too afraid to do-- they were refreshing! I don't want to see the company completely go under like Blue Sky, I want them to thrive! I want more movies they throw their all into! Dear lord don't let this fucking company collapse, unless you really love your Disney+ subscriptions and don't care about diversity in your animated films at all. I can't be you, but ok. Do you.

TL;DR I'm half asleep and probably shouldn't be posting this and have 10+ years of salt about this under my belt, and I'm encouraging the memes and shitposts cluttering the fandom tags, in hopes that it might make people laugh and buy Dreamworks the recovery they so desperately need right now.

Wait but the post didn't say "the megamind fandom" though? You're talking about "the megamind fandom getting hate for things that other people did" but no one said anything about the megamind fandom so how do you know it's not about "other people"

 Eh, the way it was worded sounds like they’re talking about the fandom. Maybe that wasn’t what was intended, but that’s how I saw it. 

They said “those Megamind people” and made a comparison to the Harry Potter fandom by saying we’re like the “harry potter read another book types.” Like, as if we’re so deep in Megamind and only Megamind that we need to branch out and watch other things.

I just... it irks me. Seems to me they’re jumping on the bandwagon of this post and it feels mean-spirited. (In a “God we get it, y’all like Megamind, now shut up ‘cause you’re being annoying af” kind of way. :/ ) This post already explains in detail the reasons why it’s a little upsetting. 

[bloggerbro]

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One of them was some of the highest paying work at home jobs and then another one was some of the easiest or get home jobs, but today i just wanted to break it down really simply share seven jobs that pay at least one hundred dollars, her day, because i know that that is kind of a minimum out that a lot of people would want to earn to make working at home a truly viable option for supporting themselves full time now, the only things that these jobs really have in common are you khun do them from home and they will pay you at least one hundred dollars per day.

                                   

 Aside from that, this is a really eclectic list that includes a lot of different options that would appeal to really different types of people, so if the first couple of jobs don't appeal to you, just keep on watching because i'm sure that you will find one that will be great fit for you and one last thing before reed eminent the list of jobs if you'v been around here it all, then you probably know that every month i teach on online workshop and one of my most popular workshops ever has been my how to get started making money online workshop and this month i decided to do something really special and actually offering a slightly condensed version of that workshop completely for free. 

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Basically, there are many different ways that you can learn how to become a book keeper you can actually get a two or a four year degree that will teach you everything you need to know, or there are lots of shorter term training programs that teach you how to be a bookkeeper and as little as three or six months, and there's also the option to actually just learn on the job booking burst typically earned about twenty dollars per hour and it's something that you cannot do from home, either for local clients or you can do from home, working with remote clients and communicating with the monline. 

                         

And just so you're aware there are different types of financial professions,such as an accountant or bookkeeper or financial advisor, and many of them do require some type of certification or other prerequisite, but there actually isn't any such restrictionson being a bookkeeper. 

Anyone can be a book keeper as long as they know what they're doing.Job number two is something that i love to include, because i think it pays a lot more than a lot of people realize and that's to be a Article. Now, clearly, i have a Article and it's, one of my sources of income, my Article right now, with about seventy five thousand subscribers, is paying me a bit over three thousand dollars per month,and i think that seventy five thousand subscribers is a number that really, anyone can attain if they put in the work and they learn what it takes to become successful on Article.

                         

The reason that i mentioned that my channel makes three thousand dollars a month is because that is equivalent to one hundred dollars a day. 

However, just for reference, i'll share that when my channel on lee had about twenty thousand subscribers, i wass making about fifteen hundred or so dollars every single month, which is a quite decent wage for someone who has a very small you t j also, i can't not mention that even though is one hundred dollars per day it's a lot more per hour than a lot of these other jobs, because i only put about two hours per day into running my Article, so that means that i'm turning around fifty dollars an hour. 

                                   

If you want to learn more about how to start a Article and make money from it, then i'll leave a link there in the corner and probably couple down below. Also, i have a few different videos. One is all about the behind the scenes of my Article analytics, and i share exactly how much i make each month, and then in another Article, i share tips on starting you to channel that actually makes money. The third job on my list is that of transcriber now transcriber is someone who listens to audio. This could be audio from a speaker at a conference or simply someone reciting something that they want to be Subscribe. 

There's definitely a lot of different applications of this and there's also a whole lot of websites that helped to facilitate people who work as transcribers,finding work of transcribers with people who want to hire a transcriber. Now, typically,a transcriber earns an average of about thirty dollars per hour. It depends on which website you go with. Some pay as little as nine dollars per hour, and some pay as much as about fifty dollars per hour, but i'll leave links to several of those Article. 

                         

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 If you've triedto contact a company such as most any clothing or technology company on the internet these days, many companies hire people to work from home and provide these services to their customers,and they typically pay around fifteen dollars per hour. And again, oliva, linked to a fewre source, is that you can check out to learn more about these chat customer service job opportunities down in the description. 

                        

The fifth job on my list is something very specific,but i think it might appeal to a lot of people it's to be ah home stylist for stitch fixor for some similar service. Now what the services dio is they offer custom selected pieces of clothing to customers and the home stylists take a look at the customers, profile it aside, what piece is the person who might be interested in buying and wearing and then stitch fix actually sends them out to the customer. 

Now the reason i mentioning stitch fix in particular is because they've actually publicly shared information about the fact that they hire people like this and the fact that they pay them about fifteen dollars an hour to do this work from home and, of course, only the link down below where you can find out more information about stitch fix is well.

 Job number six on my list is to be an online course creator now all the jobs on my list this one probably has the most wildly vary in income most of these other jobs i can say you know you'll get paid about fifteen dollar san hour or about thirty dollars an hour but as an online course creator there is so much opportunity for growth and you can make an enormous amount of money i mean we're talkin gtens of thousands of dollars every month if you're really good at it but if you are good at it then you might make no money however that being said if you use a proven strategy for building your brand and getting yourself out there and you make it decently good courses.

                        

Then you can easily expect to earn about five to ten thousand dollars per month if you want to learn more about how to become an online course creator and the strategy is to use to actually become successful at it on the best resource i can probably recommend to you is for you to join the free workshop that i'm doing soon so just stick around till the end of the video so that i can share with you exactly what's going on that and how you can join it all right and the seventh and final job on my list is that a virtual assistant now what a virtual assistant does is they help someone too basic tasks, such as answeringe mail will our proof reading or may be working on managing a small project, and they do soremotely, of course, there's loss of executives and other types of professionals that have assistants who work in the office. 

But these days, with a lot of people working from home,there is a big job opportunity for people to do virtual assistant now, a common objection that i've gotten when i have shared his people. 

The opportunity of being a virtual assistant is that there is a lot of competition, and lots of people basically are trying to be virtual assistance, even if they're not very qualified, and that that can really drive down the possibility for making money in this way. However, based on the experience of many of my clients, i would say it all depends on how your marketing yourself and where,if you're just listing yourselves on a site like freelancer dot com or up work dot com,then you probably can't expect to make more than about seven or twelve dollars per hour,which probably would not be enough for most people, however, there are other sites that helped to connect more skilled virtual assistance with people who are looking for virtual assistants who they can really count on. 

And if you sign up with one of these services and they helped to place you with a good client, then you can earn a whole lot more at least fifteen dollars per hour, if not twenty or twenty five or thirty dollars per hour. And of course,there's always the other option of building up your own network and finding clients that way.

And typically virtual assistants who go about their marketing in that way earned between twenty and thirty dollars per hour. All right, so that brings us to the end of my list of seven, jobs that you can do working for home that pay you at least one hundred dollars. Now first off in one of those jobs stood out to you. We're seemed interesting

Then make sure you leave me calm it down below just to share and then beyond that, if you have any questions about how to get started with one of those jobs. Also, i'd love to see it com in from you down there. I answer as many comments as i possibly can some days that is every comment i get other days, i can't get to them, but i answer as many as i can, so if you have a question, please leave it down below.

 And if i can help you, quite possibly someone else can. Also, of course, if you like this video, please hit the thumbs up button to let me know if that will help me know that she want to see more videos like this in the future, and it also helps other people find this video to all right. And then finally, i just want to share with you about the free workshop that i am doing very soon.As i mentioned, i teach these live workshops online every single month, and the most popular one that i've ever died is called how to get started making money online.

In this workshop,i really teach the entire system that i use with my clients to help them first build an audience and then monetize that audience and then scaled their business it's, a seven steps structure that really makes the process of building an online business quite black and white so that anyone can do it now. 

The bestselling version of this workshop is almost two hours long, and i really go into the nuts and bolts of it. But because this workshop has been so popular and it seems like you guys are enjoying it so much, i wanted to bring you kind of a condensed version to really walk you through the framework and help you understand the big picture of making money online.

                            

 So on a thursday, june fourteenth, i am going to be doing a lot one hour version of my house to get started making money. Online workshop this one hour work fat will be completely free, and i'm gonna put a link down below where you can sign up.

The workshop will be held on thursday, june fourteenth, at elevena m pacific standard time. And if you want even more details than just make sure you click that link down below, and i'll share some of the details of exactly what will be going over and exactly how you conjoined. If you're interested in learning how to get started making money online and finally be able to really take control of your life and take control of your schedule, then i invite you to join us for the workshop. Thank youso much for joining us for today's video. My name is gillian perkins, and i look forward seeing you again next time

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Hello Gabriel! First of all, I want to say I really love your work! It's really inspiring and detailed! I wanted to ask how you set up your own business, because it seems really hard to start working and then actually get costumers. Did you make a portfolio, or was it word of mouth? I don't know if you've written about this before, so sorry if I'm just asking again. :)

Short answer: lol, I started my own business because I’m really bad at convincing people to hire me.

Long answer: STRAP IN! (This is probably more backstory than you wanted, but I promise I’ll have some advice about the how-to at the end)

So I mentioned that the first leatherworking I did was for the Hawke cosplay, and that came out reasonably well. Then a friend of mine was like, “Hey, you should use your skillz make me some leather handcuffs” and I was like, Hokay. So when people ask “How’d you get started selling kink gear?” my smartass answer is “Because D-rings come in packs of ten not packs of two.” I made a pair for my friend…. and then made four more pairs, because else what was I going to do with D-rings? And then I made an Etsy store and put them up for sale, because what use had I for four pairs of handcuffs?

…and people bought them. o_O I was like, Can you guys not see that I have sold ZERO things before? Why do you trust me to actually deliver the goods? What makes you think I have ANY idea what I’m doing??

So that was a thing that was going on in the background – I added a basic collar to my inventory and started making them in colors that you don’t normally see kink gear in, which a lot of people quite liked, and it was a nice bit of side cash, enough that the hobby was paying for itself.

Then my lawyer (who was not at that time a lawyer) moved out to California for law school and she was like “You should come to California with me, because it’s better than Texas” and I was like, Hokay. And everyone was telling me, Ohhhh, but the job market in California is so bad!, and I was like, Nah, I’ll be fine, yo.

…Aha... ahaha, about that. I wound up in a totally above-board but very sketchy-sounding arrangement with one of her professors in which my official job title was “houseboy.” We met at a gay bar called Headhunters where he was like–

The professor: “So what do you do?” Me: “I’m looking for a job.”The professor: “I’m looking for someone to clean my hot tub! I’ll start you at $12/hr.”Me: “Hokay.”

So between running his odd jobs and the money I was making selling kink gear (about $2000 over the course of that first year), I was keeping myself afloat.

Then The Hobbit happened.

I saw the posters, thought Kili was hot, decided to take a stab at his bracers. I finished the first one just before we left to go see the movie, tossed it up in the shop – and it sold before we even got out of the movie.

That was when the floodgates opened and practically overnight, leatherworking went from being a sideline gig to being my fulltime job. (To wit: I made $250 in December 2012 and *$3,500* in January 2013. That’s more money in one month than I’d made doing leatherworking the entire previous year.) People were buying Kili bracers by the dozen, and flooding me with inquiries asking, Can you do Fili’s bracers? Can you do Thorin’s bracers? Can you do Thorin’s belt? Can you do Kili’s quiver? Can you do Legolas’s bracers?

And I was like, Hokay. (The professor was bemused, and only slightly grumpy at how I suddenly had less time for him.)

Granted, that kind of boom doesn’t last, as I would learn subsequently. There’s a rush of interest when something is new, but nothing sustains that level of demand forever. I got really lucky because I happened to jump onto the Hobbit bandwagon right as it was kicking off, so my bracers were out there first, the first thing people saw when they went googling for Hobbit cosplay. Relatively few other costumers ever even bothered to make the pieces that would be competing with mine, since I’d already done them, and done them very well, (and was doing it really cheap since I didn’t know the value of my labor then), so for a while I was about the only game in town when it came to dwarf leatherworking.

Dwarf costumes kept me fed for about six months before interest started to wane, by which point I’d diversified into MCU Loki armor too. That’s been the story of my business since – keeping an eye out for new fandoms with cool costumes that are in my skillset, and being on the ball about getting them done and posted as early as possible. I cannot overstate the advantage of being the *first* one to do a costume, because there are few fandoms that have truly long-term staying power, so you have to be there when the hype is highest. (Dragon Age, Zelda, Star Wars, etc, have a core of dedicated fans who will cosplay it until their dying day, but those are low-volume markets. My Dragon Age items are not my highest sellers, they are my labors of love.)

I often start with making a small, inexpensive item from a fandom, just enough to put me on the radar when people start googling for their cosplay – like a hook to reel them in. Customers will frequently ask if you can do other pieces from the same costume or the same universe (I started with the Wonder Woman tiara, and built the rest of the set as people asked for it; likewise, the Aquaman armor grew out of a single bracer; people who have seen my Loki stuff have commissioned Enchantress and Scarlet Witch), but they won’t usually ask a Lord of the Rings leatherworker if you can do stuff from, say, Game of Thrones. (Even though I totally could if anyone ever asked for it.)

I will say that specializing in cosplay puts you at the mercy of whatever’s trending, and the lulls between fandom booms can be deadly – when your income suddenly drops from a couple thousand dollars a month to a couple hundred, you best hope you’ve got enough of a cushion to ride that out until the next boom comes along. The more fandoms you’re in, the more diverse your portfolio, the less hard those bust cycles will hit you.

My shop pretty much is my portfolio, because I don’t take anything down (except when I stopped selling kink gear) even after interest is long gone, since it still showcases the styles and techniques I can do. I have a deviantArt with my stuff, mainly because I’ve found that dA – for whatever reason – indexes in google image search faster and higher than any other social media platform. It wasn’t until about this time last year that I finally got a facebook and started making a more concerted effort to maintain a social media presence and promote my business. It’s… coming along. I’m slightly better at remembering to post these days. >_>

I think it’s less about word of mouth than about whether people can find you when they’re googling. (~Search engine optimization~ or whatever.) There are tricks you can do to get yourself ranked higher, but I’ve never tried any of that stuff, just made sure that my listings, etc, are tagged with the right keywords to get picked up when potential customers go googling.

It is hard work (I work… a lot….) but it’s also a lot of fun – there is no job I would rather be doing, and I consider myself very lucky that I’ve been able to turn my passion into my career. (Which is like the most cliched thing to say, but it’s true – there are Etsy sellers who would KILL to be able to quit their day job and focus on their hobby full-time, so I’m aware that I’ve been quite fortunate.)

Anyway. I hope you enjoyed the novel I wrote for you. :D