#interests either an internship or job or something

[mossiestpiglet]

once again stressed as hell because i have the opportunity to apply for a job and i feel like i HAVE to take it despite the fact that i really dont want it and also feel like it wouldnt necessarily even be the best move in terms of career… but like. Fatal American Desire To Seize Every Financial Opportunity At The Expense Of My Own Well-being.

[ladykailitha]

Never Hold Back Your Step... Part 9

Yay!! Another chapter of this lovely chronicle. I really do recommend going back and re-reading a bit since it's been so long.

But in this we have Harrington Sr. being an ass, the most epic confrontation I've ever written, and Dustin being sweet and asshole at the same time. The kid has range.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

****

Late at night in the last days before the school ended, they would climb up on the roof of the trailer and talk about their hopes and dreams.

Eddie had told him that he was going to try third time lucky to graduate. And then if he didn’t make it next year, he’d take the GED and walk away, ready to join Steve wherever he was. Not that he wanted to leave Eddie behind or the kids. But if he was to go to college, he’d have to.

Steve walked across that stage to thunderous applause, all his friends, the kids, Eddie and Wayne all cheering for him. Even Nancy and Jonathan had been there to cheer him on. But there, in the stands frowning at the people Steve had surrounded himself with, were his parents.

Steve knew he should feel grateful that they came at all. But he knew it was more about image and appearing to be the perfect parents than any actual interest. He saw them clap politely and then his father pulled out a newspaper and his mother fussed with her hair and makeup the whole time.

They took pictures with him afterwards with fake smiles plastered on and took him out to dinner to talk about his future. Which was all about joining the company and getting his business degree. Two things that Steve had no interest in doing.

He had hoped to get scholarships for college based on his sports so that he wouldn’t have to rely on his dad’s money, but that fell through.

He had missed the early decision deadline, because he had had his head smashed in. So he had sent the applications off at the start of the new year. But by then his grades had slipped due to the concussion and the letters coming back weren’t a good sign.

He would just have to try and reason with his dad about college and keep his fingers crossed he’d get out of this town somehow.

****

“These are your grades?” Mr. Harrington bellowed. “How are you supposed to get into good colleges and universities with these?”

The first week of June was not a good week, ever, in Steve’s opinion. It was when grades were mailed out and he had to listen to the screaming for a full week.

“I had that concussion in the middle of the year, remember?” Steve asked. “That set my grades back a bit. But I thought I would take a year of community college and build my grades back up to get into the better schools.”

“No son of mine is going to a state school!” Mr. Harrington roared. “And you can forget about that summer internship at the company! I will not have tell others that you didn’t get into a proper school.”

Steve could feel his stomach sink to the base of spine. He didn’t like where this was going. At all.

“You will get a job,” Mr. Harrington continued to menace. “I don’t mean some cushy life guard bullshit where you sit in some high tower, looking pretty, either. A real job. Retail. Build character.”

“But I already told Mr. Jones at the community center that I would lifeguard again this summer,” Steve protested.

“You go back there and tell him you have better things to do with your time!” Mr. Harrington shouted. “That new mall opened up. Starcourt. You’ll find something there.” He leaned forward into Steve’s space. “Do I make myself clear?”

Steve gulped, but nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“Good.”

Mr. Harrington turned on his heel and stormed back into his office. Mrs. Harrington stood at the edge of the room, almost swaying on her feet as she would move forward to comfort Steve, but then would change her mind. Back and forth.

Steve pinched his nose and rubbed the end. He looked up at her with dead eyes. “He’ll keep moving the goal posts. You know he will.”

This time she did surge forward. “You know it’s not like that. He only wants what’s best for you.”

“Best for me?” Steve murmured, barely holding back the tears. “Or what will make him look the best? Because I’m tired, Mom.”

“It’s hard,” Mrs. Harrington said, rubbing his arm gently. “But come autumn he’ll see how well you did and maybe he’ll let you try for the state school.”

Steve knew it was a lie or whatever that she was telling herself more than she was tell him.

He pinched and rubbed his nose, forcing back the tears. He wasn’t going to cry in front of either of his parents. It only enraged his father and prompted mocking from his mother.

Oh, she hid it under the guise of ‘tough love’ but it was all tough and no love.

He thought of Wayne and Eddie. Of how they didn’t have a lot of material possessions but they had each other and their love for each shone brightly.

Steve held up his chin and nodded. Then he grabbed his keys and wallet, forcing on his shoes.

“Where are you going?” his mother huffed. “Storming off like that after a fight with your father is so childish, Steven.”

Steve turned to her slowly and blinked. “To talk to Mr. Jones about not being able to lifeguard this year and go job hunting at the mall like Dad wants?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re always so dramatic, Steven. I suppose that was why you took so well to it. Of course, if you had any real talent you would have gotten a more substantial role.”

He squeezed his hand around his keys, the ridges digging into his palm, as he fought down the bile that rose to his throat.

“I’ll be back for dinner,” Steve said through gritted teeth. He rushed out the door, careful not to slam it behind him.

He drove out to the community center and hit his steering wheel over and over as he cursed out his parents until he was exhausted.

He sighed and got out the car, making his way to front desk. “Hey, Janis, is Mr. Jones in today?”

Janis smiled at him. “Sure thing, sweetie. Just go on back.”

Steve caught Mr. Jones as he was coming back to his office.

“Hey, Steve!” Mr. Jones said cheerfully, coming up to him with a big smile. “You here for your schedule?”

Steve shook his head. “My dad didn’t like my grades and told me I had to get a real job. Sorry.”

“Shit, Steve, I’m sorry,” Mr. Jones said crumpling. “And there’s no chance he’ll let you do both?”

“No,” Steve said bitterly. “If he finds out I’m working here he’ll beat my ass. I wanted to come back, but I guess my dad had other plans.”

“Well, well,” a cruel voice said behind them, “it looks like you have an opening after all, Mr. Jones.”

Steve and Mr. Jones turned toward the voice slowly, knowing with complete dread who it was.

Billy Hargrove was leaning against the wall, arms folded and a giant smirk on his face.

“Looks like your loss is my gain, Harrington,” he said coolly.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Story of my life since you rolled into town, Hargrove. You stole my friends, the captain of the basketball team, hell you probably would have stolen my girl if she liked jocks instead of tortured artists or some shit. It ain’t new.”

“You’re just bitter that I’m the superior you in every way,” Billy said with a sneer. “The sooner you admit it, the less heartache you’ll have, pretty boy.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “I have other talents, asshole. I can draw, I can act, and I can fucking swim. While you were out there fucking anything with a pussy that would let your scaly ass, I was beating records and making it to nationals as part of our swim team. You are just some washed up surfer in desperate need a wave. I am a swimmer.”

He nodded to Mr. Jones who had a smug smile on his face.

Billy was taken aback. “So you do have a spine. Huh. I would have never guessed it. Not with Max and Munson doing your dirty work for you.”

Steve got right up in Billy’s face. “I didn’t go after you, dipshit,” his voice low and menacing. Quiet enough that only he could hear. “Because I just wanted to graduate. But now that I have that diploma, I’m more than ready throw hands with you. Plus we all know I had you against the ropes until you cheated by smashing a plate to my head.”

He patted Billy’s chest and waving goodbye to Mr. Jones, he walked out of there, chin held high.

****

Steve had gathered somewhere around a dozen or so applications to the stores that surrounded him and sat down in the food court to fill them out. His eyes were starting to go cross-eyed when Dustin came up to him and sat down across from him.

“Dude,” Dustin greeted. “What’s all this shit?”

Steve looked up at him and sighed. “Job applications. My dad wants me to get a summer job.”

“But you have a summer job,” Dustin replied with a frown. “The rec center. You’re a lifeguard.”

Steve sighed again and shook his head. “My dad was pissed that I only got into a couple of schools and not the good ones.”

Dustin frowned and tilted his head to the side. “Is that because of what happened with Billy?”

“That’s part of it,” Steve agreed. “But I was really counting on a sports scholarship and with how shitty everything got I didn’t get a single one.”

“But you went to nationals with your swimming though,” the gap-toothed kid grumbled.

Steve put down his pen and planted his hands on either side of his applications. “Look, bud, I get that you think you’re trying to help or whatever but my team came in last at nationals. In everything. No scout was going to give us so much as a passing glance. No sports scholarship plus missing the early acceptance deadline and having to wait for regular admissions means that I’m on a waiting list for most of the good schools, didn’t get in to the decent schools, and my dad won’t let me go to the community college. So here I am doing the best I can, okay?”

Dustin pouted but gave up on pushing the issue. He grabbed the applications and began looking through them.

“Hey!” Steve cried trying to get them back, but Dustin kept dodging him.

He set down three applications. “You can put in for all of if you want, but I’d focus on these three.” Scoops Ahoy, The Gap, and Shapiro’s.

Steve picked them and looked at them. “Why?”

“Those are going to be the ones that kids aren’t going to want to try for,” Dustin said. “And you have to get this job because of your dad. These are more likely to hire you.” He pointed to the ice cream shop. “That one is your best bet.”

Steve nodded. That was one he had been expecting to get too.

“So when are you leaving to nerd camp?” he asked, taking the applications from the kid.

“It’s called Camp Know Where,” Dustin scoffed. “Know as in k-n-o-w where. It’s really cool.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “That still doesn’t tell me when you’re going, dork.”

“Oh!” Dustin said, eyes wide. “Tomorrow. My mom is buying me the things I’ll need so I can leave bright and early.”

Steve’s expression softened. “I’m going to miss you, you know?”

Dustin nodded back. “I’m going to miss you, too.”

Someone called his name and he looked up. “It looks like my mom’s calling me. Good luck on the job search.”

Steve stood up and gave him a hug. “Have fun, okay?”

Dustin nodded and ran to catch up to his mom as Steve went back to his applications with a sigh. He really was going to miss that butthead.

****

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[emo-trash101]

There was actually no request for this I just wanted a reason to start an unhealthily long fanfiction because I'm tired and procrastinating doing my English homework

Home is Where the Heart is

Pt 1

Daisuke x Male! Reader

Pronouns: second person, implied male

Word count: 1k+

TW: People going insane, Jimmy, murder/death, general mouthwashing stuff, internalized homophobia (this is just generally for the whole series)

You were never really planning on ending up on the Tulpar, you just thought you were going to finish your pre-med college courses and go to some boring fancy college and marry a girl and have a kid and become the basic Nuclear family that everyone expected you to become. You didn't plan for a future any different than that, even if it wasn't exactly what made you the happiest. There's people all around the world who don't like their life but it's living, isn't it?

That was until about a week or so before graduation. One of your professors (of which you had become very close to) pulled you aside one day, discussing a year long internship that you could apply for, and it would give you a chance to have some better references under your belt. And even though it was unexpected, you decided it was better to just apply and see what happens.

You never expected that you would end up sitting in a meeting room with 4 other people, being told the general consensus of what you're going to be doing for over a year. You'd be riding upon the Tulpar, a manned freighter, delivering something, and then returning home.

The meeting itself was the typical boring thing, just a person in the front of a room talking at you for hours, but the people inside of the room were the most interesting. The first person you laid eyes on was the Captain, who's name was Curly (he introduced himself almost the second the meeting began), with his bright blond hair and blue eyes. He seemed confident and capable, and was also a seasoned veteran of working with this company, bringing you at least a small semblance of hope that this won't go completely wrong.

Oddly, you noticed both the mechanic and co-pilot at the same time, even though neither of them were introduced yet. Maybe it was because they both had a scowl on their faces, or maybe it's because they both look like they have aged more intensely than the others in the room, but something about both of them just stood out the most, like a faint glow in a pitch-black room.

Finally, you notice the head nurse, an exhausted look on her face. You can't really tell if it's from working here for so long or going through medical school (most likely both), but it adds to a sadder look in her face, something almost indiscernible. A part of you is excited to work alongside her. 'At least she might be able to offer something new' you think to yourself, trying to keep a somewhat positive outlook on things.

Suddenly, your internal thoughts are interrupted by an opening of the doors, which just so happened to be right behind you. Standing in the doorway was a man, with semi-long hair and a very obnoxious outfit. "Sorry for being late, I-" he starts, before realizing that all eyes are currently on him Instead of trying to offer an excuse, he just nervously rubs the back of his neck, closing the door behind him and taking a seat about 3 chairs to the left of you.

You would've paid less attention to him, after all it was what you were taught to do. People who were incapable of being at places on time or doing their jobs right were barely even worth your time. But something about this boy was almost magnetic. Maybe it was his bright outfit that almost made your head hurt just by looking at it, or maybe it was just his demeanor. Most people who would arrive at meetings this later would be sheepish, maybe even fearful, but he seems almost completely fine. Almost as though this was something that barely bothers him.

Either way, when the meeting started to get boring (as meetings always do), you seemed to find your eyes drawn to him. Sometimes he would catch you staring, and you would turn your head around as fast as you could, hoping he just thought it was by accident or whatever excuse would be the best to use.

Shortly after the meeting ends, you sigh, staying in your seat. It's partially just so you can try and mentally prepare yourself for what you know you're going to have to handle. The isolation, the anxiety, the stress, the people, everything was going to take a toll on it. But you knew you were going to get through it, even if it kills you.

Day 1

You honestly thought that you would be more nervous being on the Tulpar for the first time. The general look of it in and of itself is enough to give anyone some kind of fear. The way it's built and looks makes it seem as though if it's going to implode any second. Especially the way that it creaks when you walk.

The hardest part was probably deciding what to bring. Most of the things you really thought of bringing were either considered contraband or already provided by the company. So when you got to your room and we're expected to 'unpack' you more so took two or three small items out of a bag and placed them in random areas, and left the small amount of personal clothing in the bag.

After everyone was finished unpacking, or at least capable of taking a break, you were expected to meet in the common room. As you walked into it, it was somehow both exactly what you expected it to be, yet not at the same time. It included almost everything that you would expect like a kitchen, a dining table, a lounging area, and things along those sorts. The biggest thing that surprises you is the large screen that currently showed a sun shining up in a bright blue sky.

As you're taking in the large and new surroundings, Curly, the captain starts giving a speech that sounds like it was rehearsed at least 5 times before. He mentions things like being excited to have new members on the ship and just generally hoping for an enjoyable experience on the Tulpar.

You would've likely been paying more attention, if he wasn't there. But he is, he's standing there looking at the captain as he gives his speech the same way you just were doing, and it almost surprises you how much will power it truly takes to pull away from staring at him, but you eventually do it, trying your best to focus on Curly's speech.

You can't place it, but you know that something is gonna change on this trip. Something inside of you is going to change and once you step off this ship, you will never be the same. You would be lying if you said you weren't eager to meet the person you will become after this trip.

This was oddly fun to write and I'm excited to continue writing this, I might get the second part out tonight as well, but I guess we'll just have to see!

Make sure to drink water and eat food

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[surftrips]

COOL FOR THE SUMMER

OBX WRITING WEEK DAY 1 — AU W/ JJ MAYBANK 

word count: 1502

summary: in which JJ and Y/N are working together as camp counselors for the summer, cut off from the rest of the world for eight weeks straight. 

a/n: this was super fun to write, i'd love to write more blurbs for them because i think a summer camp setting is so cute haha. welcome to day 1 of obx writing week, make sure to support all the other authors under the tag! :)

“Ughhhh,” Y/N groaned. She was in desperate need of a job for the summer. None of the internships she applied to had gotten back to her, so she was left to scour the internet for entry-level positions, when finally she stumbled upon something promising, 

Hiring camp counselors! $16/hour, room and board included. Provide high-quality educational and recreational opportunities and enjoyable experiences for camp participants. No experience needed. CPR-certification preferred. 

She had spent a summer in her junior year of high school as a lifeguard, but she wasn’t the biggest fan of the outdoors. And from what she could tell, this position would require her to be outside a lot. But what choice did she have? It was either this, or be unemployed and broke for four months. She sighed and uploaded her resume without much thought. 

Exactly one week later, she received a call from an unfamiliar number in North Carolina. She almost didn’t pick it up, but she quickly realized the camp position was located on the Outer Banks. 

“Hello? Is this Y/N Y/L/N?” a faraway voice asked. 

“Yes, this is her.”

“Hey, Y/N! This is Lucas, I’m calling from Camp Cedar Brook. We saw your application for the counselor position and would love to offer you the position! Are you still interested?”

“Oh, of course! Thank you!” she said. 

“Great! We’ll email you the onboarding details this week, but welcome to the team! It’s going to be a great summer!” Lucas said excitedly. 

Y/N hung up the phone, a little less excited now that the reality of working at a summer camp was setting in. Being in charge of little kids. Having limited phone access. Cut off from the rest of the world. Working outdoors in the scorching Carolina sun. Just eight weeks of this, she sighed. 

“Need some help with that?” a blonde boy asked her as she tried to gracefully carry her two suitcases up the creaky wooden steps to her cabin. 

“No, thanks,” she was quick to dismiss him. The last thing she needed was a knight in shining armor, or rather, a muscle tee and cargo shorts. 

“Hey, challenge by choice right?” 

“What?” 

“Challenge by choice,” he repeated. “Something the counselors here say to the kids. Are you new?” 

“Yeah, is it that obvious?” 

“Well, considering you’re trying to lug up two suitcases at once into the wrong cabin, yeah, it kind of is.” 

Y/N quickly glanced up at the sign above the door. Shit, it was the wrong cabin. Not off to a great start.

“Can I help you now?” the boy asked.

She gave in, “Yeah, sure, fine.” 

“I’m JJ, by the way.” 

“Y/N.” 

“Y/N, that’s a pretty name.” 

“Okay, JJ, can you please just help me carry this to the right cabin?” 

After settling down in the right cabin and unpacking, Y/N finally had a chance to catch her breath. She pulled out the itinerary for the next day and audibly groaned. The day was packed with activities: ziplining, archery, climbing wall, and hiking. But it wasn’t all the outdoor happenings that caused her to groan, it was the fact that the returning counselors were being paired with up a new one as their “mentee.” And luck behold it, she had gotten JJ. 

She crashed down onto her bed, mentally preparing herself to deal with him tomorrow. 

When she woke, it wasn’t to the sound of her usual alarm, but the jarring blow of an airhorn which had to have been right outside her window. 

Y/N pulled herself out of bed, tousled hair and all, to see who had interrupted her precious sleep. Pulling the thin curtains aside, she saw nothing but the glaring sun before her eyes adjusted to the blonde boy on her front steps. 

“How are you literally everywhere all the time?” she said, opening her door. 

“Good morning, gorgeous!” JJ turned around, “Oh, we’ll work on that last part.” 

Offended, Y/N quickly adjusted her hair. 

“I’m just kidding!” he said. “But to answer your initial question, that’s literally in my job description.” 

“To be super annoying and ignore my personal space?” 

“Princess, it’s a summer camp. There is no such thing as that here.” 

“Okay, don’t call me that. And second, why are you up so early? I thought we weren’t supposed to meet until 11 am.” 

“It’s 10 am,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“Yes, and?” 

“Won’t it take you like an hour to get ready?”

He was right. She must’ve slept through her original 9 am alarm or put it on snooze while half-awake. She was going to be late if she didn’t start getting ready right now. 

Without saying anything, she slammed the door shut and proceeded to put herself together. JJ smirked on the other side of the door, knowing that he had won this round. 

The first activity of the day was archery, something Y/N happened to be terrible at. Her Hunger Games obsession in middle school was unfortunately not enough for her to enroll in archery lessons. 

“Okay, so what you’re gonna want to do is line yourself up with the target,” JJ was explaining. 

“Got it, now what?”

“Alright, now place your feet shoulder-width apart. Keep your back straight.”

Y/N was losing confidence in herself. “I look ridiculous.” 

“No, you don’t. Come on, now point your bow down and put the arrow in the string.” 

“Like this?”

“Yes, perfect! Now use three fingers to lightly hold the arrow away from the string. Then you’re gonna point toward the target again.” 

Y/N was getting more nervous. What if she missed terribly and hit someone? She had already embarrassed herself several times in front of the boy and didn’t need another reason to be made fun of. 

“Pull the string back, aim, and release,” JJ said, snapping her out of her thoughts. 

Quickly, she did just that. And she hit it. 

Granted, not the center of the target, but at least she was on the board. 

“There you go! Not bad for your first try!” JJ put his hand up for a high five, which Y/N gave into. “Let’s practice that a few more times then you can teach the kids.”

“Teach the kids?” 

“Yeah, did you forget you’re a counselor?” 

“No, I just thought I would get more time to learn, that’s all.” 

“Listen, if you want private lessons I’ll be happy to provide that for you, but for now, this is all the practice you’re gonna get.” 

Y/N groaned at his comment, lightly pushing him away. She felt her hand lingering on his chest for a moment, and his heartbeat picking up. 

“Ahem,” JJ cleared his throat, pulling them both out of their heads. 

“Sorry about that.” 

“Don’t be, let’s just get back to work.” 

Y/N and JJ spent the remainder of the hour lining up shots and practicing. She was getting significantly better, considering she had barely even picked up a bow and arrow prior to this. JJ hit the center nearly every time, but Y/N was slowly proving to be a match for him.

By the time the kids showed up, Y/N was able to guide them on her own and most of her campers were able to hit the target, or get very close. They even split themselves into two teams and made it a competition to see who would get the most points. JJ won, but it was a really close game. 

Later that night, Y/N found herself sitting by the campfire next to JJ, who had visibly mellowed out since the morning. His high energy was too much for her at 10 am, but she could get used to this calm JJ. 

“So, how was your first day?” he asked, nudging her shoulder with his own. 

“Honestly, Maybank. Not that bad.” 

“Maybank? Oh, we’re on a last name basis now, Y/L/N?” 

“I guess we are, I think it’s more professional, don’t you?” she smiled. 

“Who said I want to keep this relationship professional?” 

“Who said anything about a relationship?” 

“I don’t know, your hand on my chest earlier didn’t mean anything?”

Y/N blushed, not expecting him to bring it up again so soon. 

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked when she didn’t respond. 

She went to push him away again, but for fear that they would end up in the same situation as this morning, she held back. Instead, she said, “It’s not as bad here as I thought it would be.” 

“Of course not, I’m here.” 

“Ughh, how many more weeks of this?” 

“Just 55 more days, princess.” 

She allowed him to lean into her side as they sat and watched the flames sparking in front of them. This was going to be a long summer.

[shoot-of-corruption]

PSA and Happy Holidays!

This is going to be a long post that explains my absence for a lengthy time and what is going to happen in the future.

If you are not interested in reading this, that is completely fine, I want to wish you a very merry holiday time and a happy new year.

For anybody else, who is interested in what is going on in my crazy life right now:

My wife has long since searched for a way to get into a good internship job. It was an absolute mammoth task, where we are currently live, because let's be honest, this Christian community here doesn't want us queer gals around and we feel this every day.

I have felt like an outcast for years, honestly since I was 8 years old and I was never able to make real lasting connections. Either I got used or manipulated and I simply felt like I never fit into this very religious community. My wife is experiencing even worse things, especially since she came out as trans.

Additionally we never found any really long lasting endurable jobs, some thing you want to do for more than just a few months or a year, because you simply want to survive and do something so you can have enough money.

I kind of gave up wanting to find something, since I hadn't gotten any acceptance here, but she was still fighting for a long time, but got nothing but vehement refusal, wherever she applied around here.

And. She. Got. The. JOB.

None of this made our respective depressions any better or like gave our "meaningless" lives any sparkle of hope and a goal to look forward to.

Both of us were close to giving up hope until she applied for a job a few hundred kilometers ago, away from the Christian community we currently live in. She wanted to work with museums or literature and thus applied for an internship as a book saleswoman for a very renowned book store.

Both of us were on cloud nine, we honestly still are and luckily we have been saving some money already! Currently we saved up 1250€, because we have quite a long move before us and also a kind of insecure situation, where we have to find a new home and I also need to get together a smooth change into a new job.

So what I am here to ask for is a bit of your help actually. We are going to open a gofundme page, which I will insert here at a later time and I also have a paypal ( xxsangnoirexx@gmail.com ) and Ko-Fi page - but not without offering you a little something in return.

On my own two pages, you will always be able to donate a little something, and in return, I will offer you an art piece to make up for your nice gesture and help for our new life!

You do not have to leave any money there, it is holiday time and a lot of people don't have enough to spare and I completely accept this.

We need to move around the middle of June next year and I have an offer to make for everybody, who wants to donate.

If you have read to this point, I want to thank you very much, both of us are scared but also very excited for this new change! I also might have a new job opportunity for a home office job, which will help me with less standing and bad posture work, plus regenerate some issues that my skin has with the cold-

Everyone, who donates, will be allowed to ask for an art piece, FREE OF FURTHER CHARGE, of course it will be something tailored to your donation, but I will be completely willing to draw your OCs, I will take into account wishes or references, etc.

As long as I have no problems with drawing your wishes (which I will tell you), I definitely will make up for your generosity!

Finally something is going to go right!!!

All in all, it is just an amazing opportunity and I am extremely excited to FINALLY move on. It is amazing that I have been here for so long and you guys are still with me, here - and now, FINALLY after years of depression and almost no movement, this happens!

I honestly can barely contain my joy, I am practically jittering with happiness and nerves.

Thank all of you for staying here with me and I hope your holidays will be just as joyous as mine!

I love you all! Stay crispy!

[theloganator101]

I'm not sure if I did an ask about this, or if you did a write up about it, but isn't funny how we never hear what exactly makes UA such a prestigious school?

I did some research on Japan's 10th grade public high school education, and from what little we see of their classes, it matches it. It's nothing especially advanced or rigerous, so we can cross academics off the list. The only thing we know about extracurricular activities is that Hero Course students aren't allowed to participate in them, so it can't be that either.

We only know for sure that All Might and Endeavor are UA graduates. What about other highly ranked heroes on the Billboard (excluding Hawks and Mirko, who were explicitly stated to have not gone to any heroics schools)? This arguement holds some weight - that it's based on their alumni, but not really.

What extra advantages does UA have over other schools like Shiketsu or Ketsubutsu? Do they have Sports Festivals or internships, too? What about Work-Studies? What's the passing rate of those who take the Provisional Licensing Exam amongst the hero schools?

And this isn't even counting all of the bad press UA has racked up through the series.

This is something I've been trying to think about myself as my dad was a high school teacher himself, but when you try to think of UA as an actual school it doesn't make a lick of sense.

Even though it's meant to be the main setting of the series most of the time, we hardly get any chances to see how it functions as a school, how it's different from regular schools, or why it's even considered the number one hero school in Japan.

And I know I've ranted on this before, but I hate how they literally work their students to the ground and forcing them to be mini adults instead of allowing them to be fucking teenagers when they can. Which I get, it's an elite school where the work is gonna be hard. But I'm sure other elite schools ALLOW their students to breathe and have time for their hobbies and interests so they're not burned out and numb when doing their work!

SPEAKING OF HOBBIES AND INTERESTS!!

Why doesn't UA have any school clubs or extracurricular activities? Wouldn't that be a good thing for the hero students to do so in case they decide doing hero work is not their thing, they would have something to fall back on and not be fucked in the job department?

Is heroics all that this school cares about? Because apparently fuck the other departments and what they do! If they can't fight then they are not important! It would've been nice to see how they fair compared to the heroics class, how they contribute to society when they graduate and what they actually think of 1-A instead of the whole hate wagon that was going on.

UA being a horrible school could've made for some good story telling how it's a good school ON PAPER but in practice their flaws really show. Because you have teachers that don't seem to teach anything, show clear favoritism and biases against students, victim blame and punish the wrong people while the true aggressors go Scot free.

It would've been refreshing to see people in the story call UA out for wanting to put their reputation and image first before the safety and well being of their students, how it utterly failed most of their students while praising the ones that would probably go on to abuse their power and continue the cycle of being full of corrupted heroes.

[marveloustimestwo]

Hi sweetie! Can I request something with Tony Stark? His obssession with y/n starts when they met cause she's a fan of his (not a creppy fan tho) and asked him for a hug?

Hi! Thank you for the request!

Warnings: Yandere themes

I think this scenario would be most likely to happen if it either happens repeatedly or it happens during an important moment in Tony's life.

You have to understand, Tony's a very famous person. He's got a lot of fans and meets a lot of people when out in public.

So for him to actually become obsessed with a fan, you'd have to leave an imprint.

For just a one-off interaction to actually spark his interest, I think it would have to stem from one of the big events in his life.

Such as when he gets back from his time with the Ten Rings. That moment in particular was a pivotal point in his life.

Getting back home after going through all of that, seeing a few fans, and then you show up and all you really do is give him a hug and a few words of admiration before backing off. . .

Well, Tony kind of latched onto that.

As I said, he's got a lot of fans. Most of them are all over him, trying to get as much attention from him as possible. A lot try to get something out of him. Whether that's an internship/job, money, love, or even just a picture or autograph.

So when you only ask him for a hug and some encouragement rather than something you could get money out of, it interests Tony, especially when it's done after he's gone through something.

After that, he'll look into you. It's not hard for him to find you all the tech he has. All he needs is a picture of your face, which is pretty easy once he gets ahold of the press pictures.

Tony will watch you for a while and see if you really are the kind person he ran into that first time. Once that proves to be true, you'll happen to get a really well-paying job at Stark Industries, and you'd really be a fool not to accept.

Rent is high in New York, especially MCU New York where everything is getting destroyed every other week.

That combined with you being a fan, it's not hard to accept the job, especially when you're promoted to Tony's personal assistant after only a week on the job.

And hey, even if you're a bit stubborn, Tony has a lot of connections and money. All he has to do is raise your rent bit by bit, as well as raise your salary for your new job.

He really is affection starved. As soon as you gave him that first bit of it, he'll latch onto it and not let go.

Asking for a hug really was a bad idea. But hey, at least you now have Tony fawning after you now!

[the-badger-mole]

The Nanny AU

So, I'm thinking about this The Nanny AU, and obviously it's not going to be a 1 to 1 adaptation because Fran and Katara are two very different characters. The question is how to get Katara into a place where she needs this job. Here's what I came up with.

Katara is most of the way through med school- like she's actively interviewing for internships. She's in a relationship with either Aang or Jet (I have my reasons for choosing either that would make this a longer post than I want, but feel free to ask if you're curious). She's been in this relationship since high school, and she's fairly certain a proposal is coming soon. The day comes and Katara's going back and forth in her head if she thinks she's ready to be married, and just as she waiting for the boyfriend to pop the question...he says he thinks they should start seeing other people. And that he's interested in something else.

The break up sends Katara on a spiral. She's questioning every decision she's made over the last decade of her life, and she realizes, among other things, that she didn't actually want to be a doctor anymore. She didn't even remember when she decided she wanted to be a doctor, it had just always been the goal since she could remember, but she hasn't enjoyed any of the work getting to this point. So she walks out one day mid interview, and quits med school. She ends up moving back home with her disappointed father and grandmother (grandpa Pakku is there, but like Morty, is never actually seen or heard). The first thing she does is look for a job so she can start paying back the loans on her incomplete education. While she's looking for something permanent, her grandmother sets her up as a door-to-door salesgirl. It's...less than ideal ("Seriously, Gran-Gran? An MLM? Who goes door-to-door anymore?"), but Katara doesn't have many immediate options, and she needs to pay her car note soon. So, off she goes into the ritziest neighborhood she can find, and knocks on the door of the Kaji home.

The family is in chaos. Zuko Kaji (who is either a theater producer like Max, or is a politician) is desperate to find a nanny for his three young children, who have just run off the last one, before a benefit party he's throwing in his home that evening. Katara is assumed to be there to interview, so she shrugs and says, "why not?" and interviews for the position. Zuko is dubious, but with no other options immediately available, he throws caution to the wind and hires Katara for the party.

And that's how she became the nanny!

[faulty-writes]

i’m baaaccckkkkkkk lol. could you write something about bakugo having a s/o (preferably f!) that is studying for forensic science (either crime scene photography or anthropology [the study of human bones] please! :D

[ Welcome back! Forensic science sounds awesome, I hope I did your request justice! ]

From the start, Katsuki supported your weird obsession with forensic science. He knew how it felt to be interested in a potential career, given that becoming a hero was once the most meaningful thing to him before he met you. He also understood that forensics could be used in heroics.

As part of some of your assignments, you had to analyze crime scene photos and determine what was right, wrong, or indifferent about them. "Huh? What the hell are you looking at!?" Some of the pictures were rather gruesome and Katsuki was naturally concerned. At the same time, he knew you weren't a frail girl and could handle looking at…the disturbing imagery.

You both showed interest in each other's fields over time. You'd ask Katsuki about his heroics, and what happened at his job that day. He would ask how your studies were coming along and what you had learned that day.

When you began your internship at The Police Force you learned the proper mechanics and principles of photographing a crime scene. After a while, Katsuki insisted on accompanying you. "Come on! It'll be a good bonding exercise damn it!" You weren't sure how true that was but allowed him to join you.

Some nights, when he returned from work, he was too tired to stand. When this happened, he'd sit beside you on the floor and help you review case files or discuss anthropological research.

Although many didn't know this, Katsuki was very creative and thoughtful. He'd always find some way to combine your forensic interest with your dates, at least the stay-at-home ones. This usually meant the two of you would watch a forensic or crime-related movie and discuss the clues and details you noticed throughout the movie that eventually led to the murder.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 13: Budding Spring - Episode 19: The Company's Freshman

Employee A: The interns are coming today, aren’t they? I heard the president’s son will be amongst them.

Employee B: I wonder what kind of kid he is?

Employee C: Seems like he’s an actor for a theater company.

Employee A: Is he coming for an internship 'cause he’s looking for a job?

Employee B: Is he that unpopular as an actor?

Employee C: Ahhh, he’s second gen so maybe we shouldn’t expect too much.

[Knocks on the door, then the door opens]

Masumi: Good morning.

Employee A: — G-Good morning.

Masumi: I’m Masumi Usui, I will be interning here starting today.

Masumi: I may bring some inconveniences along, but your guidance and support will be appreciated.

Employee B: W-We’ll be counting on you.

-

[Flashback starts]

Masumi: Suits? No way, they’re too stifling. 

Itaru: If you’re gonna do it right, start doing so from the first day. What will you do if you get hit with unnecessary debuffs because of your equipment?

Chikage: If you don’t have any, I can buy some from the place I usually buy mine from.

Masumi: I do have one…

Izumi: A suit, huh~ You’ll look adult-like in a flash if you wear one.

Masumi: I’ll wear one every day. And I’ll have breakfast here and then leave.

Tsuzuru: Didn’t we just finish saying it’ll be faster for you to get to work if you stay in the company dorm?

Izumi: There’s no point in you stopping by here every single morning.

Chikage: You have to pack plenty of shirts and neckties.

Itaru: Well, you can leave that to us senior office workers.

Masumi: … I don’t really care either way.

[Flashback ends]

-

Employee D: That’s all you need to know about the industry and our company. Now, we’ll get to group work—

Employee D: In order for you to grasp a basic understanding of what promotions are, we’ll have you experience everything, from the planning stage to the presentation stage.

Employee D: Here, I have prepared a fictitious company with a problem that needs solving.

Employee D: Using this as reference, each team needs to come up with a plan to solve this problem, and make a proposal in the form of a presentation.

Employee E: Feel free to ask any questions if there’s something you don’t understand.

-

Masumi: … After examining the data, we came to the conclusion that this is the best solution to the company’s problem.

Masumi: Does anyone have any questions?

Masumi: If not, then we would like to end this presentation here. We would be grateful if you took this into consideration.

Masumi: Thank you for your time.

Employee F: W-Woah…  He’s an actor, alright… He’s dignified and persuasive.

Employee E: He cleans up well, and he seems to be built kinda different, like he’s already mentally prepared to represent the company one day. (1)

Employee D: It makes me want to bring him to the presentation this afternoon.

-

Masumi: I’ve finished this.

Employee E: Eh, already? Did you read all of it?

Masumi: I’ve also compiled a report.

Employee E: … Then, can you use this software? And I’ll have you compile this material next.

Employee E: Once you’re done, you can take your lunch break.

Masumi: Understood.

Masumi: …

[Keyboard keys clicking]

-

Masumi: … *sigh*

Masumi: (I need him to confirm these… Is he in a meeting? I’ll do it later. He said I can take a break once I’m done, didn’t he.)

Masumi: (Since I have the chance to, I’ll compile promotional methods that can be used for theater companies and ask for more information about them.)

Masumi: (Now that I’m studying and getting the hang of them, the promotion plans the Director and Sakyo are always hunched over seem interesting.)

Masumi: (Looks like the other theater companies also think of various ways they can use to let people know of their activities.)

Masumi: (Even though all of these should’ve been familiar to me, I wasn’t aware of them at all. I feel like I’m looking at this world from a different lens.)

Masumi: (Oh, right…)

Curry has entered the chat

Masumi: (No one’s on… I don’t like being the first one to send something, but…)

Curry: thanks for the suits

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NOTES:

(1) the original line (スーツもびしっとしてるし、なんかやっぱりいずれ会社を 背負って立つって心構えからして違うんですかね) drove both me and my friend/proofreader crazy to the point we convinced ourselves nothing other than 'built different' works

[lilolilyr]

I have an idea for an Andromaquynh modern AU fanfic

In it, Quynh moves back home to her parents after getting a degree at university she isn't really sure she can or wants to use. She used to think that she's a city girl despising the suburbs she grew up in, but now she thinks she was wrong about that or maybe her preferences changed, she doesn't much like the cities she studied in anymore, first she thinks it's because she studied abroad (in the countries of her ancestors) and could never quite connect to the culture there, but visiting a friend in a city in her home country shows her it isn't just that, she just prefers a quieter environment

In the meantime, her parents have moved to a different part of town and it doesn't really feel like coming home at all. Quynh still struggles with her place in life, she doesn't want to hang around on her parents' couch doing nothing forever but she doesn't know what else to do either and the thought of a regular 9-5 job in an office terrifies her, she has done enough internships in that kind of environment to know she can't stand it for long

Quynh starts taking long walks through the countryside, for her health because she hasn't really found any sports/active hobbies in the area yet (that's an aspect she really liked about the cities, there's always something interesting going on, she used to dance and try out things like shooting with bow&arrow and axe throwing), and to have quiet time to think away from her family. That way she gets to know the area quite well - she actually already knows it a bit because she really didn't live far away as a kid, but she never really walked through the fields on this side of the suburbs before

On her walks she sometimes comes across equestrians, and one time a horse throws off its rider and she ends up catching the animal, which doesn't seem to mind people in general just people trying to climb and sit on it - it won't stay the last time she comes across that particular animal, and she thinks she understands the horse quite well what with not wanting to do jobs they don't like just to be allowed to live comfortably.

Andy's the owner of the horse riding school, and when a girl falls off her horse (probably the one that doesn't much like its riders, Quynh calls it Big Guy lovingly not knowing what it's actually called) and needs medical attention, Quynh ends up taking the horse back to the stables and meets Andy there.

There's a bit of an age-gap between them and even once they meet and fall in love Andy is reluctant to commit to Quynh out of fear of tying Quynh to a life she might not really want, meanwhile Quynh is finally figuring out her place in life and she wants to stay with Andy.

I'll probably never write the full fanfic, I just don't have the time and motivation for it. If anyone's interested in getting the draft and adopting it, I'd love to hand it over for you to write it!

Post is okay to reblog :)

The draft I have is pretty much in bullet points atm, but I'd even go over it and clean it up a bit if someone's really interested in adopting the fic, and I'd be open to either chatting about it and giving more input, or you taking it and doing your own thing with it!

I don't have the time to write a longfic atm and I feel like what with the plot I'm thinking of, it really needs to be 10 or even 20k minimum to start doing it justice... That being said if sb wants to try writing a shorter version or is inspired by it to write anything similar, absolutely feel free! Just pls lmk once it's done so I can read it :D

I also already wrote a college AU horse girl!Andy longfic before, and while that one was happier and this one would probably have quite some angsty vibes before reaching its happy ending, it still kind of feels like I've done this before, also reducing my motivation for it even more :( which is a pity really because I do really like the idea.

If you want to take on the story reply to this or send me an ask/dm and we can figure out how to do this, discord/email/docs or whatever :)

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[akiacia]

I'm either misremembering or I just forgor, but did you ever post what Margaret's occupation was? My selective goldfish memory might've forgotten.

I'm asking because if it is what I think it is when I was gonna make a cute little comic with my own OLBA OC

i mentioned her job a while back, she's an editorial stylist! though i've done a bit more cursory research since and discovered that in-house stylists are typically editors too, so ig she's 2-in-1 🤣

(related background lore for anyone interested, maggie started out as a part-time model in university! but she was over it pretty much immediately and managed to mc-rizz her way into a production internship once her contract ended LOL. if she stays in the editorial space, i think she'll eventually become a visual director or something..)

anyway 👁️❣️👁️ this is me peering over your shoulder LMFAO, looking forward to seeing your work if everything checks out!!

[shrinkthisviolet]

5 + headcanon au - what if Larry Butz hadn't been forgotten/flanderized by the writers and instead was in all three games in the Original Trilogy (and maybe even beyond?)

This got a little away from me 😅 under the cut:

Phoenix isn’t the only one struggling with Edgeworth’s disappearance/faked death, Larry is too. It’s easy to forget, but Larry was Edgeworth’s best friend too, they cared about each other! Larry would be extra pissed because of the toll it’s taking on Phoenix—when they see Edgeworth again, it’s Larry who takes the first swing, surprising pretty much everyone. It’s one of the few times Larry loses his temper…and Edgeworth is surprisingly contrite because of it (he wasn’t contrite enough in 2-4 for my taste, and tbh I think being yelled at by Larry of all people would shock anyone into being apologetic)

Larry is pretty intuitive when he wants to be. While Phoenix dismisses Ini as airheaded, Larry would realize there’s something else underneath that (he knows what it’s like to be underestimated intellectually…and how someone might use that to hide something). He probably wouldn’t figure it all out, but Phoenix would still remember Larry’s words at a crucial point when he’s putting the pieces together about Ini and Mimi

On that note, I’m also intrigued as to his dynamic with Engarde—by all respects, Engarde’s front is very similar to how AA1 Larry acts. That could make for some very interesting situations when the two are forced to interact. Maybe Larry befriends him and is heartbroken to learn that Engarde was just faking. Maybe he was a Nickel Samurai fan too, extra sting (he and Maya would also bond over that because iirc she was a Nickel Samurai fan too. Idk if Edgeworth was). Maybe Engarde makes some jabs at Larry, and Phoenix furiously defends Larry’s honor, and it doesn’t feel like “oh great, I have to defend Larry again”, but rather, “how dare this guy insult my friend”—because yeah, I think Phoenix and Larry would’ve gotten closer and really bonded by this point. They were already besties, but Larry’s also showing how smart/intuitive he is lately

Larry would be able to help in the search for Maya! Granted, Shelly de Killer could still easily give them the slip, but it’s one more person, and Larry being involved would ease Phoenix’s nerves even more. Larry might be clumsy and awkward, but he cares fiercely about the people he loves, and lately, he’s been showing just how sharp he really is

Larry leaves post-AA2, much like Maya did post-AA1. This is because he got an internship with the mysterious Elise Deauxnim, and he really wants to take it, as much as he also wants to stay and help. Phoenix, Maya, and even Gumshoe and Edgeworth, convince him to go. Now that Edgeworth’s back, Larry feels better about leaving

AA3 would still happen the same, but uh. Without Larry in 3-2 at the KB Security job. Just make a new character for that one. He reappears in 3-5, he’s on the path to becoming an artist. He takes the “apprentice name” of Laurice Deauxnim because it makes him sound smart (Phoenix insists Larry doesn’t need that, but Larry just shrugs. Deep down, though, he’s touched). I think 3-5 would play out…mostly the same? Minus…all of the weird flirting. Seriously, writers, what was up with the weird flirting?? (Speaking of which, he did that in AA1 too. At some point in this rewrite, he’d apologize to Maya for that. But anyway, moving on)

He’d be such an amazing uncle to Trucy! And unlike Maya and Edgeworth, he lives pretty steadily in Japanifornia, so he drops by often. Trucy calls him “Uncle Larry” and he dotes on her (in between trying to convince Phoenix to get his badge back, which is a losing conversation, but Larry has to try. Seeing Phoenix like this is killing him—what happened to his overly hopeful best friend who now won’t even take Maya and Edgeworth’s calls?)

He and Kristoph can’t stand each other. Larry doesn’t trust him, and Kristoph doesn’t like him (Larry doesn’t like him either, but he especially doesn’t trust him). Kristoph reminds him of an old girlfriend—patronizing, rude, more interested in correcting his manners and appearing kind than actually being so

He grates on Apollo at first, when they meet, but he’s also the most forthcoming, which Apollo appreciates. He tells Apollo everything he can—Phoenix swore Larry to secrecy about his plan, and Larry relays that apologetically to Apollo with a wince. He doesn’t like all this secrecy, especially doesn’t like how Phoenix is treating Apollo so dismissively, but…hey, Larry’s loyal before anything else, and Phoenix is still his best friend

He might like Klavier, the showmanship performer type seems up his alley. Plus, they’re both artists, just different kinds. Much like with Ini, Larry would recognize that Klavier’s hiding some very deep vulnerability in there…and he’d feel for the kid when his best friend, Daryan, is found guilty of smuggling and of coercing a boy to go along with his plan. Pairing that with Klavier’s brother being Kristoph (who has, at this point, been arrested for Zak’s murder)…yeah Larry’s pretty sure the kid’s nearing his breaking point

He’s not super clear on the tech know-how of the MASON system, but hey, anything to put Kristoph away for good—that fake ace was a lucky bluff, but there’s always a chance of it being overturned. Phoenix being crafty is kinda unsettling to Larry…but with Kristoph arrested, the effect on Phoenix is clear—he’s committed to retaking the bar, he smiles more, he’s more hopeful

Larry…doesn’t want to think about what Phoenix’s improved mental state means about how Kristoph was affecting Phoenix, but he has his theories (listen, he’s been in his fair share of relationships, okay? So if he’s more insistent on Phoenix going to therapy and even drives him to his sessions and prays that he’s talking about Kristoph with those therapists, if he slips Phoenix some resources about recovering from an abusive relationship…sue him, he can pick up on things and he’s worried)

Skipping ahead to SOJ: he’d play co-counsel for Apollo with Trucy’s case, and he’s kinda pissed at the other guy for throwing veiled insults at his niece. Who does this foreign peacock think he is exactly? Larry’s got half a mind to give him a piece of his mind, but Apollo just gives him that exhausted “please, Larry, don’t cause a scene” look that Phoenix always got, and…yeah, okay. Maybe when Trucy’s free (Nahyuta receives a surprisingly detailed portrait of himself with devil horns speaking the words “I hate children and I’m no fun”, which he never finds out the meaning of)

(And ofc also in SOJ, he’s not a weird flirty creep in the bonus case. SERIOUSLY writers WHY)

Not totally sure how he’d fit into DD, but I’m sure there are ways

I…did not expect to get so invested in this omg 😅 can someone write this fic??

send me an au and i’ll share 5+ headcanons about it!

[f1nalboys]

reading the house of wax script and it’s shockingly interesting :3 here r the little things i’ve noticed as i read it <3 here’s part 2

wade is 22, carly is 21, paige is 20, nick and dalton are 19, and blake is ‘early twenties.’

carly doesn’t have the job at the magazine yet but is hopeful. wade is Mean about it. the script says “with a slightly biting tone — wade: she doesn’t have the job yet”

wade has a muscle car and is all about it, he gets mad at carly for putting her feet on the dash ( “….placing her feet on the dash — immediately gets an annoyed look from wade — she knows better”)

wade is generally more antagonistic towards nick (not undeserved tbh) especially when it comes to his car. after hitting a buck, nick is drinking a beer but wade will not let him him the car with it and he chugs it and tosses it on the side of the road

paige calls dalton “cute in a dirty, skinny, sort of way” 🤭

paige was fully planning on marrying blake :,) his parents bought some land and were going to build him a house and paige was just waiting for him to pop the wuestion

carly and wade we’re having MAJOR issues with her taking the job at the magazine and it’s very evident in how they talk to one another and interact

carly and nicks relationship is also interesting. def still as angsty sibling rivalry that is in the movie but instead of stealing a car, nick had a party at their parents house and trashed it and was forced to go on the trip with them. carly is also VERY vocal about her dislike of nick and him coming (“i know you don’t want to be here but guess what — no one wants you here either. so — quit being such an asshole and for once, try to make the most of something”)

nick doesn’t want carly to leave :( she said “i hope to hell i get that job” (which is interesting because in the movie they confirm she got that internship) and he goes “that makes two of us” but immediately the script says “although he says it, we’re not sure he means it” :((

they party at their little campsite and they have paige give blake a shot from her tits LMFAO

vincent cuts the fanbelt <3 love my king

THE PIT

talking about the scene where lester slowly slides his hand across the mannequins (which btw. was sexy. moving on) and it says “touches it like it’s a relic — infatuated” heheh <3333

carly had a tank top under her shirt so there was no weirdo perv lester scene of him trying to see her put on nicks tank

nick does give carly his shirt regardless and she’s genuinely shocked and he’s like “i have another in the car” bc we all know he’s emotionally constipated

Ambrose is called Athelston

They’re not in Louisiana either </3

lester says “i was always warned to never pick up strangers, but you two seem okay”

THIS SCENEEEEEE

lester has so much dialogue we were robbed yall. i’m serious.

carly calls lester a freak of nature 👎👎

this <3

i love the description of the wax house and how it’s in disarray

The story is different from the movie. Their house burned down and their dad died in the fire and trudy killed herself after and the boys went to foster care.

sorry this is sooooo sexy of him

carly fights like HELL in this script yall! so does wade, but ESPECIALLY carly, she cuts bo’s hand with a hacksaw

there’s a cool scene where carly runs into the community pool and it’s completely abandoned but the noises were from a pair of speakers

bo being cunty

dalton and bo talking

they gave dalton a LOT more time in the movie in the script!!! bo bring him to the house of wax and leaves and he finds wade in the basement :0

paige’s fight with vincent takes place at an old mining town nearby which is such a cool setting yall, they fight in a ban and he kills her with a pitchfork

i’m:((((

[death---dealer]

Hi Em and POTA fam 🫶🏼 *deep breath & wipes away tears*

I’m having a difficult time with my career choice and where I’m at in life.

I’ve been accepted into this amazing internship to be a surgical tech (sort assisting but mainly setting up for the cases and passing of instruments) and get on the job training- it’s been something I’ve been wanting to do and I felt like it was something I was going to be like so in love with but- I don’t think I do. At all. And I hate that. Thinking about it long term I just don’t think I can truly see myself doing it. I’m finally doing something that my family is proud of me doing and all but like at the same time they thought I was going to be a sterile processing tech (just cleaning and organizing surgical instruments) in their minds ya know - easy work. Which was depressing to find out once I knew why they encouraged me to do so.

But anyways yeah- I don’t know what to do and I just could really use some words of encouragement and guidance .

A part of me just wants to leave and find another job while I’m studying for medical coding. I’ve been studying for this as it has been my backup plan just incase.

Hi, Hi. I'm so heartbroken to hear about the dilemma you find yourself in. Finding and paving a career is truly something that is not talked about often enough because at the end of the day, we only hear about the success of it all and never the true endeavor it takes for someone to get there. There's no timetable. That's advice I will give to anyone. There's no shame in trying something out and not liking it. There's no true way to tell if you'd like it unless you give it a try! And if you don't want to? No shame in that either, you know yourself the best and you make the choices YOU want to make, not the ones that your family feel are best for you. That's something that's really hard to break away from, I understand. I spent a lot of my young adult life comparing myself to my siblings or doing things that never sparked my interests as far as careers go and it was very depressing. Like I said, I know it's a hard cycle to break but I would start there. Self-reflection is a powerful tool.

We all deserve to do something we love, either professionally or career wise. I work a full time job on top of writing because that's how much it means to me. I really wish I had better words for all of this, it's a really hard decision to make but just know...

You have time.

You are your own person and NOT who your family is expecting. You have the devotion to change your life if you want, not them. It's great to have a backup too. My husband didn't score his dream job until he was 33. He loves it, he's happy now but it look literally all of his twenties building himself into it and to realize that he wanted a career in the field he chose.

Just know. You have time to figure it out, there's never a timetable. Do what you feel is right for you and no one else.

I love you, I will support you no matter what happens. Send me a message when you decide what to do, I will be here to cheer you on.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight (Part 2)

Later on in the evening, when the shadows have lengthened and the firepit is ablaze with crackling logs, someone approaches me through the crowd. Tall and handsome with black hair and eyes such a shocking, icy blue, like a husky. It’s Will O’Connor, Shane’s best friend from school. I fancied this boy relentlessly for three whole years. 

“Evie Kilbride?” He says to me, as though he’s not completely sure, and I don’t blame him. I’m sure to him I was always Kelly’s weird, lanky friend with a mouth full of braces. I was also too shy to ever actually speak to him, so I’m surprised he ever learned my name at all. 

“Yeah.” I say.

“Ah, sorry, I wasn’t sure it was you. You look different to how you did at school.”

“In a good or bad way?” I say without thinking, and he smiles, dimples on his cheeks that I used to have intrusive thoughts about pressing my finger into. 

“I dunno.” He says. “How are you getting on? You’re at college, are you?”

I tell him about NCAD, and my internship, murals and illustration while he nods along with genuine interest. “That makes sense,” He says. “I remember how you were good at art.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah you were always drawing up in the stands during our football games.” 

“Oh God.” I say, “That’s so embarrassing, I can’t believe you noticed me doing that.”

He laughs. “Ah, well, Kelly told us what you were up to. She said you hated watching us playing so you’d bring something to draw with instead.”

I want to protest and say I didn’t hate it. In fact, I always liked when Will was on the pitch. He was something majestic to behold, and sometimes if we were lucky he’d take his jersey off and whip it around over his head in celebration of scoring a point, but I can’t lie and say that I ever wanted to actually watch the games instead of the boys. I’m more embarrassed that Kelly talked about me to him than by the fact that he knew that football bored me. 

He goes on to tell me that he doesn’t really play sports anymore, he just got a job at the local boys school. He’ll be a geography teacher. It seems a startlingly sensible choice for the same boy who threw a science lab skeleton dressed in his uniform off the roof of the P.E hall, but I suppose none of us stay sixteen and reckless forever. 

“How’s Kelly getting on with the nursing degree?” He wants to know. “Is she doing placement this year or what?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Is she coming tonight, or?”

“I don’t know either. I suppose she’s probably working, maybe she’ll be by a bit later.” I pause. “Like, she and I aren’t close anymore.”

Will seems surprised. “Oh really? But ye were always together, joined at the hip, like. You’d never see one without the other.”

“Yeah, I know, but it didn’t work out in the end.” I chew my lip, resisting the urge to say something in defence of myself so that he knows that she’s the one who ruined it, not me when actually it doesn’t matter at all anymore. None of those things that seemed monumental as teenagers seem to matter one iota. Will plunges his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels in the short silence that follows. I suspect I have made it awkward for him somehow, and begin preparing my escape before he says: “You know, she actually told me once that you fancied me.”

I explode with panic as though a nuclear disaster alarm has gone off. “What?” 

“Yeah, like…” He laughs self-consciously. “I think it was when I was in fifth year or something. She said that you’d had your eye on me for ages and you were too shy to say anything.”

“Oh Jesus, I’m sorry she said that. That’s really awkward, I’m sure you were really freaked out by it.”

“No, I thought it was cute, to be honest.” 

Why he is bringing this up? It’s not often now that I truly wish to be gobbled up by the earth, but this has made me feel so humiliated that my arms curl around myself as though they can protect me from my own horrible feelings. “Ha. Well, you know, I was really young and silly, I hope I didn’t embarrass you by it or like, that nobody else found out and took the piss out of you for it.” 

He was going out with this girl from the same athletics club as me for ages, and she used to always tell the same story to everyone about how she’d gone shopping at Abercrombie & Fitch and they’d begged her to work there because she was so good looking. If she’d heard about my feelings she would have ripped me to shreds. 

“No, nobody found out.” He says. “I actually do think that you’re very cute. Still, I mean.” The corners of his mouth curve up into a shy smile, and the moment is so alien to me that it takes me several moments to realise that he’s not making fun of me. Will O’Connor is flirting with me. “Oh, thank you.” I manage. 

“You’re not going out with anyone at the moment, are you?”

His phrasing bothers me a bit, as if he’s implying I couldn’t possibly have a boyfriend or something, but still I laugh out loud at the absurdity of the whole situation. After all this time. He used to be everything I wanted but now, the things about him that used to make my stomach flip and my legs weak leave me feeling nothing at all. He would have been embarrassed to bump shoulders with me even accidentally back then, and now look at him. I never thought I’d see him vulnerable. “I am.” I say. “I have a boyfriend, sorry.” I glance over his shoulder to Jude, who’s conversing with Shane about something by the firepit. Will follows my eyes and glances over his shoulder. “Oh, him?”

“Yeah.”

He shrugs. “Lucky guy, I suppose.” He gently clinks his bottle against my prosecco glass and nods. “Well, have a good night, Evie. Was nice to run into you again.”

I join Jude and Shane by the fire straight after, and practically dive into my boyfriend, holding on to him and kissing his cheek five times in quick succession while he chuckles and wraps his arms around me. “Are you alright?”

“Yes” I say. “I’m just obsessed with you, I love you so much.” 

“Little weirdo.” He grabs me by my cheeks and kisses the top of my head. 

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