#professional mechanic

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[portalmonsterrr]

Mechanic Kaveh save me. save me Mechanic Kaveh

[hikaaa-bi]

i love how much of an ABSOLUTE MESS alice is. you listen to the first episode and think “oh wow a sarcastic and charismatic female character me likey” and then you reach ep 14 and realize that there’s something very deeply wrong with this woman.

[fantastic-nonsense]

What major do u think tim would be in?🤔 i have a few options in mind, like archaelogy, mechanical engineering or even psychology, but havent been able to settle for any of them

Tysm!

Tim is that one kid who changes his major every semester for the first two years because he can't decide on what he wants to do, takes a gap year in the middle of his degree to go hiking in Albania, and then comes back and graduates with a double major and a minor with a solid B average because he decided if he couldn't choose one thing to do, he'll just do it all, and then got overloaded while trying to finish because nothing he picked has any overlapping reqs.

In my mind, he starts off in business because "it's the major my dad would have wanted me to pick", switches to computer science after a serious come to jesus talk with his advisor because it's what he thinks he's interested in, and then finally lands on mechanical engineering after he sits down and realizes he only actually likes doing computer stuff for fun and Robining and not as an actual job. He ends up coupling the engineering degree with a double major in sports medicine and a minor in photography.

[itsalleyes]

”you have to draw a bunch of things. A bunch of subjects to improve your art.”

no. Jonathan Sims portraits. (+the occasional other tma portrait or mechs portrait)

[puppyeared]

learning abt friendship decay and "not reaching out to your friends for months at a time unprompted is not neurotypical behaviour" has me feeling a certain way

[a-cat-in-toffee]

el wiwi!!! :)

[finisnihil]

Do y'all think when Luocha broke into the Shackling Prison and was arrested Xueyi and him were just like

[fullscoreshenanigans]

What sort of occupation do you think Norman would like?

Because I 100% agree he should not be a CEO

[Offshoot of this post]

I'm very biased by @officersnickers and @salsae and either see him as a doctor of some sort (default to pediatrician) or a university professor/researcher. Something that can incorporate his affinity for mathematics and science, provide him with mental stimulation and challenges, and allow him to achieve recognition on a global stage if he so desires without throwing away his empathy and humanity.

(Chapter 85 Bonus Comic | Mystic Code Book Chapter 7 Q&A)

I feel like that last element is a big thing for a lot of people given what he went through at Lambda. The worst year and some odds month of his life had him isolated away from his family in a cage, alone, and he suffered greatly for it.

It's an idea that's illustrated so poignantly in the chapter 128 cover art. Ray has become so much warmer and devoted to his friends and family after being afforded the chance to hope "for a future that is like a dream" and to care for them openly under Emma's tutelage, heart a wellspring of love and empathy. They're all shaping each other while he's left to wither, and the cunning and ruthlessness that save him almost lead him to a point irrevocable (by the narrative's standards; for some, he passes it).

(Chapter 181.4)

It's hard to ascertain what capacity a CEO operates in in this future, what ethical standards there are and what boundaries he sets for himself on top of the vast range of industries they dabble in, but that he's tied up in it at all with all the negative connotations surrounding the role and potential exploitation involved after overturning fate itself and restructuring a world order leaves a bad taste in a lot of people's mouths, even with the simplicity and flexibility it affords in explaining away financial woes.

With a doctor, teacher, or any career without that level of baggage, there's the opportunity for him to incorporate his interests and be met with engaging challenges while simultaneously tempering that ruthlessness via establishing interpersonal relationships and working toward a collective, communal good. The possibilities for him are endless, but that's what I like for him since he holds Emma as his guiding star.

(Chapter 14)

For Emma, I've seen multiple instances of her being a teacher, especially one who works with young children due to how wonderful she is at understanding and empathizing with people, but she also has the tenacity to become a political activist or some other role of leadership.

(salsae's to have and to hold and these hands could hold the world)

Like Norman, anything that gets her actively involved in the wider world for a communal or societal good and allows her to flourish works for me.

For Ray, I have such a big soft spot for him being a librarian and rekindling his childhood love of reading under kinder circumstances and sharing it with future generations, but with his aptitude for science that Shirai mentions in the mystic code book and we see crop up throughout the story

(Chapter 140)

there's a lot of possibilities for him too, though out of the trio I feel he'd be the least likely one to entertain the spotlight.

(Chapter 181.4)

But maybe an architect who blends art and science together to construct a community given one of the things he wanted to do in the human world with his family was see the Sagrada Família (another one influenced by Snickers).

Interestingly, I've yet to stumble across any fanfics or headcanons where he becomes a professional chef, and I wonder how much of that is a shared sentiment of viewing cooking as part of his love language that he'd rather stay personal, something he only does for his friends and family rather than making a career out of it.

(banana_slug_army's The Language of Cooking)

While also unlearning bit by bit the idea etched into his psyche after years as Isabella's spy that love is always transactional.

[the-girl-down-the-street]

okay so

both williams

both aston martins

and carlos sainz’s ferrari

have crashed and are out of qualifying

[the-mystical-aquatic-gay]

i’ve seen a couple crossovers of doctor who and the magnus archives, which is an amazing idea in general and i would like more

but what i think is potentially the best combination for that crossover that i have yet to see is nine + whichever iteration of the archives crew

imagine this horribly traumatized little ball of sunshine who just had to destroy his entire planet, meeting jonathan jarchivist sims

obviously what point in the tma canon it happened would massively change how that went but i would like to see it and honestly i’m this close to writing it myself

[babygirltangerine]

[fantasyismyonlyrealescape]

Whumptober 2024: No. 6 - Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Title: Time Lost

Characters: Kevin Owens & Sami Zayn (Zowens)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 648

A/N: Another addition to Whumptober. Cheers!

Summary: Sami Zayn, not at 100%, insists he's fine and wrestles in a match, getting himself injured further. Kevin is there to make sure he actually seeks out medical this time, not that he has much of a choice with a concussion.

Cross posted on AO3 under user wrestlinginjeans.

Sami Zayn loved working through pain. Well, maybe that was too far of a stretch. He didn’t love it, but he never would turn down a match if given the choice. Wrestling was his life and it was everything that he had ever dreamed it would be. Laying down on the mat now, staring up into the far too bright and artificial lighting positioned above the ring as his whole body throbbed to the beat of his heart, he couldn’t help but question his mindset.

After an unknown amount of time, Sami was usually better at keeping track of time, he felt strong calloused hands on his arms then under his arms, helping him up and towards the ropes. Sami squeezes his eyes shut against the pain and the nausea, breathing in harshly through his nose. By the time he regained some degree of composure, and he opened his eyes, he found himself being assisted up the ramp and through the curtain, surprising himself at the amount of time he had just lost.

A persistent sound louder now was repeatedly nagging him from his left side. It took him far too long to recognize that it was a voice calling his name. He tried to turn his head in the direction of the sound, feeling distinctly like he knew the voice so intimately but couldn’t quite place it. The voice sounded far away now.

The next thing he knew, he was laid out on one of the trainer’s benches. How did he get here? He had no recollection of the walk from the curtain to where he presently was. He tried to place what the skips in his memory could mean, but he couldn’t quite make sense of it all.

A wet cloth is pressed to his head then, concentrated on the right side of his face where his hairline started. It felt cool and comfortable until the biting sensation of alcohol took over and overwhelmed his already overloaded mind. His uncoordinated hands tried to reach up and bat the cloth away only to have the same calloused hands as before grab ahold of his wrists and pin his arms down firmly. The rest of the ministrations were lost on him as he floated somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, riding the waves of pain that seemed so at home in his body.

He awoke to a voice, a different one this time, speaking softly as he found himself back in the land of wakefulness.

“… three bruised ribs, numerous superficial bruises and cuts as well as a grade 2 concussion.” 

(What? Who were they talking about?)

He tried to move his arm to cover his eyes, to block out the light that filtered through his eyelids, only to take a sharp breath at the flare of pain which only got worse as the breath jostled his battered ribs.

“Sami!” he hears the voice from earlier call, the one that belonged to the calloused hands as he tries to curl into himself. He doesn’t remember much after that, until he wakes again this time in another location.

He comes to on what feels to be a bed and the first thing he notices is a warm hand resting on his chest, a hand that he would recognize anywhere.

“Kev…?” Sami asks, his voice nothing more than a croak as his throat burns from having not spoken in so long as the hand rises and falls in sync with Sami’s breathing. Kevin mumbles something incoherent, before opening his unfocused grey eyes and upon seeing Sami’s hazel orbs peeking out from underneath heavy lids, immediately sits bolt upright in the chair he was leaning forward towards the bed in.

“Sami!” and the smile that forms on Kevin’s face at seeing his friend awake is enough to make all the pain that Sami was experiencing go away if only for a moment.

[dickinfectionbez]

So this is how she was going to go.

Not with a bang or even a whisper.

Just bystander's screams.

Valentina lay on the floor, a halo of blood spilling out of her helmet. Her bike lay a arms length away the exhaust still running, burning her leg. She should be screaming, cursing or shouting. But she lay on the road unmoving. If only she could turn her head and see that the mother and child whose lives she spared by swerving. The two lives she traded her own for.

Valentina sighed, the feeling leaving her legs. Her body aches, her head light and blood dripping into her eyes.

She thought of everyone she was leaving behind. All the bills she had forgotten to pay, who was going to pay them. She thought of the leg of lamb in the freezer and how she had promised Celeste and Lucia that she would cook it. Who would cook it now that she was gone? Would they even cook it?

She thought of Lucia, her blonde hair in the wind as she ran errands. She thought of her sister's smile as she sat atop her bike. Would her sister look at her bike with fond memories or shun it? Her heart heavy with Valentina's death. Would she sell the ranch and the shop? It was all to go to her. What would the last deserving Rossi do with their grandfather's legacy?

She thought of Frankie, so far away from home and yet the final puzzle piece in all their lives. Would Frankie leave Tavullia? Would she run back to Rome or leave Italy entirely. Would she stay in contact with the girls or cut herself off with grief? Who would hold her as she reminisced about life before Tavullia?

She thought of Francesca and her curly locs. She thought of late nights with card games and bottles of cider. Would Fran sneak up onto the roof to stare at the stars? Would she buy the blackberry cider and drink it with a toast?

She thought of Andrea, the lighthouse in the storm that is her life. What would Andrea do? They dreamed of the future over cups of coffee and cake. They dreamed of wedding and children. Nothing about death, nothing about who would go first.

Her arms started to loose feeling. Where was everyone? Why wasn't anyone helping?

She thought of Alessia, her anchor in the sea. She prayed that Uccia never saw her like this. Where would Uccia go now. Would she and Andrea stay here, would they drift apart? Would they sit in the sunlight, talking about Valentina and everything that the three of them could have done?

Valentina's ears began to hum, the sound of sirens fading out. The crowd surrounding her broke, letting the paramedics in.

'You're too late! Too late!" She screamed in her mind. "You're taking a dead body to the freezer."

She thought of Marcolina, stubborn Marcolina who only listened when referred to as Bez. Loyal Marcolina, Tavullia's own Joan of Ark. Would she hide in the upper rooms of the shop, comfortable on a beanbag, headphones on and Rubix on her lap?

The paramedics lifted her body onto the stretcher. Valentina's eyes aches, begging her to close them. To stop fighting.

She thought of Celeste, brilliant Celeste with the skills of a machine and the navigational skills of a moth. She thought of nights with Celeste. Who would oil her hair before sleeping? Where would Celeste go?

The paramedics closed the doors of the ambulance, bright white light flooding her vision.

Valentina thought of Alexia, the Marquez mirror to Lucia. The girl who has so much potential and yet overshadowed by Marcia. The girl who glowed with delight when someone left the Marquez Mechanic Shop happy. Would she treat the Rossi customers the same?

The heart monitor began to slow, the paramedic panicking as Valentina began to slip away.

She thought about Marcia, beautiful Marcia with warm eyes and bright smile. The girl who held her heart in her palm. The girl who Valentina would dream about at night, hand between thighs and face in the pillows. She thought of nights with Marcia, nothing between them soft silky hair under her nose as Marcia's hand rested on her chest, fingers tracing her tattoo. She thought of Marcia's breath on her neck and her shampoo perfuming the room. Valentina thought about soft skin and rough scars. She thought of everything she wanted to say.

Valentina's pulse stopped. Her mouth open slightly as she heard shouting and felt a shock to her chest. She tired to focus, distracted by her grandfather's voice and the smell of gasoline.

[consulting-squip]

> Hm. Lots of malfunctioning or deactivated SQUIPs on this site. Perhaps I could be of assistance?