#technically got 2 wait for the certificate but !!!

[obsob]

legally changed my name today!!!!!!!!!!!!! weeeee

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 77 (A Baby and a Surprise!)

Heather went into labour at the tail end of fall. She left work and phoned Conrad, who set aside his casework to meet her at the hospital.

When he arrived, he called Ash on the phone he was too young for - but Nancy had insisted on it. "Hey bud, are you going to be okay at home for a bit? Mrs. Goth's on her way over to hang out until we get back from the hospital, but we might not get home until you're in bed."

"Gord's here; I'm good."

"Just remember to lock the door and don't answer for anyone but Mrs. Goth."

"I know," he said casually. "Are you at the hospital, too? Is mommy okay?"

"She'll be fine, but when we come home we'll be bringing your little brother or sister."

"That's pretty cool." He still didn't completely understand, but everyone around him was happy about it, so Ash was happy, too. "Are you going to get married like Daddy and Miko?"

Conrad paused. "Do you think your mom and I should get married?"

Thoughtful and smart, Ash considered the question. "I don't know what you should do, but sometimes I don't know what to call you."

"What do you mean, buddy? Conrad's just fine."

"I mean at school, when people ask if you're my stepdad."

Conrad gaped. "What do you tell them?"

"I say sort of. Don't people who love each other get married?"

He laughed. "It's about a bit more than that."

"How much more?"

He didn't have an answer. Not for a five-year-old. And maybe, if he really thought about it, he didn't have an answer for himself. But his thoughts were interrupted by some noise on Ash's end of the line. "Mrs. Goth just got here and she wants to teach me to play chess. She won't let me wear my hat! She says it frames my face wrong."

Conrad shook his head with a laugh. "It's not too cold out tonight. Just humour her and try not to beat her too badly once she's taught you how to play."

Ash grumbled playfully. "It's not my fault games are easy."

Conrad hung up and returned his attention to Heather, who sat on the bed doing breathing exercises between contractions. This was her third time in labour and delivery, and Conrad was far more nervous. "What was all that about?" she wondered.

"He asked if we were going to get married like Malcolm and Miko, but now Mrs. Goth has him focused on learning to play chess."

Heather smiled. "Malcolm says he's always asking him and Miko to have a wedding he can be invited to since they eloped without telling anyone. He'd scam all of us for that much wedding cake."

She grimaced as her contractions returned, breathing through them as Conrad felt helpless to soothe her pain. "What can I do?"

"Just be here. And get me ice chips, maybe."

"I can do that."

As Heather's labour progressed, they moved downstairs to a birthing room. Conrad swayed with her between contractions. "Why do you look so...concerned?" she asked.

"I'm not. I was just thinking about what Ash said earlier."

"When he asked if we're getting married?"

"He said he doesn't know what to call me because I'm not technically his stepdad. We know we're a team, and I know what we said after Hazel's wedding, but marriage means more to some people than just the certificate."

"What do you mean?"

"I think I want to get married."

"You think...?"

"Heather Nesbitt, I want to marry you."

"Not today, I hope." She grunted with discomfort. (He never fails to make her flirty but today is the exception, pushing out a human and with a full cache of uncomfortable moodlets drowning out everything else.) "I'm sorry, I love you...I was never the girl who dreamed of planning her wedding. I want to get married. Wait. Are you proposing?"

"You're hanging on a little tight for me to let go to get down on one knee, but whenever and however you want to get married, I'll be there."

She smiled as they swayed. "I was going to say the same to you."

"I am going to tell our friends you're my fiancee now, though."

"I like that."

After another contraction, he helped her back into bed and she looked at him with a serious expression. "Nothing will change once we get married, right? We'll still always be us. We're a team, and we'll always tell each other what we're feeling?"

"Married or not, we're a team." Leaning forward he kissed her head, gently caressing her hands with his own. "I'm with you forever. You, me, Ash, and this wild one right here. I love you."

"Are you two teammates ready to push?" Dr. Serra interrupted their quiet moment with a smile. "You should be fully dilated now."

"I'm so ready to get this baby out of me, Dr. Serra. If they kick me one more time I might explode from the inside out."

After one final exam, Dr. Serra nodded. "It's time."

Heather laboured with Conrad by her side. In the early hours of the morning, Dr. Serra announced he could see the head. "It won't be long now, Heather. Just keep pushing."

Conrad held her while she worked to bring their child into the world. "You're the strongest woman I know," he assured her. "The baby's almost here."

"The shoulders are out, Heather. One more big push."

Heather complied with a grimace, and her efforts were met with the wailing cries of a healthy infant.

"Congratulations, you guys. It's a..." Dr. Serra paused for dramatic effect as he passed the infant to Heather's waiting arms. "...Girl! You have a daughter!"

Heather smiled, holding their baby girl against her chest as Conrad looked on in awe. Ten fingers, ten toes, and a healthy set of lungs - little Lavender Helena Gordon was finally here!

With winter just around the corner, how would the Nesbitt-Gordon household adjust as a family of four (+ 4 pets)? ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

NOTE: I didn't plan their engagement at all. They did this entirely on their own and this is the stuff I live for with this game. After Heather went into labour, Ash got a text from Conrad, and it was the whole 'I found a ring, what should I say?' advice cycle. And since it's technically against the rules for them to get married, I could have said no. I wanted to say yes! And after Ash was so supportive of Malcolm and Miko, and with how much he loves Conrad, I couldn't bear for him to be the one to say no. So I split the difference and said 'decide for yourself.'

Without skipping a beat, Heather and Conrad decided for themselves to get engaged! This isn't in the challenge rules, but they wanted this, I definitely wanted this, and I think we all wanted this! And I loved so much that Conrad asked Ash. Their bond is so deep. He's been in Ash's life since before he was two, which really isn't that much less time than Malcolm, since Ash's bio-dad skipped the first year of his life being a dick.

There was the issue that Heather wouldn't propose, but technically Conrad didn't propose, either. She's so unflirty and content as things stand, and even though this engagement was autonomous and that's everything, it didn't come with any animations. So since it all went down while Heather was in labour, I reshot everything in a second save and gave the very important moment the storyline it definitely deserved. (This also explains why they're in many different hospital rooms and beds while in labour but shhhh! It's an illusion, it's all happening at the same time!)

NOTE 2: All the poses used for this post are from the New Life pose pack by @eclypt0sims, which I think is spectacular! But I don't know how to use toddler sliders, so it's angles to disguise that there's no baby in those shots. But there could be if you have skills!

[jeansbabylove]

Black Clover as Uni Students, pt. 2

Black Bulls, pt. 2

Finral Roulacase

was sent to a provincial university because his family was embarrassed that he did not get into the capital's university

still takes up business administration like his dad wanted

not because he had no choice but because he can't think of other options

he had no motivation to study tbh

a terrible student, he'd rather skip classes and meet girls

dabbled into alcohol, drugs, and then drag racing

he had the talent for it so he raced for a few years

it was not a profitable profession and what he was doing was technically illegal, so he stopped

also because he had a wake up call that his supposed fiancée might get married off to his brother instead

went back to school but to study automotive and hopefully become a car mechanic or an engineer

Charmy Pappitson

food is life for this girl so she took culinary arts on weekdays and went to pastry school on weekends

also a social media influencer that focuses on travel and mostly food

she also posts about her monthly private restaurant, where she makes food for her friends (grey and vanessa are a crowd favorite)

people are eating it up and it is the content that everyone looks forward to every month

due to high demand, and like an accidental plan, she opens up charmy's kitchen right after graduation

but because of her nature of wanting to always travel to taste good food, she convinces her mentor jamon in keeping up the business while she makes up recipes

their regulars are usually from rich families like mimosa vermillion and lolopechka heart, where charmy and jamon started extending their services to catering for private functions of their regulars

Gauche Adlai

a thief, a shoplifter, he did all kinds of odd jobs to keep him and his sister afloat

went to juvie, which forced his sister into being kept in an orphanage

their misfortune in life and his time in juvie motivated him to get a proper education so that he won't get scammed by people ever again

once out of juvie, he worked multiple jobs to save up for uni

studies financial management at the local college while keeping some of the jobs he had

visits marie once a month and swears he'll take her back into his custody soon

goes into law school with a scholarship after college, and graduates with honors

gets hired at the largest financial firm in the country and funds marie's college education as well when she got out of the orphanage

Grey

studied biology in the local college

after graduating, she was offered scholarship to continue her masters degree while she worked in the university as a research assistant

she also works at a cleaning company to help with her living expenses

because of her schedule, she usually gets the closing shift of cleaning a commercial building in the city

it was late one night when she almost gets harassed by some men

she was saved by gauche who was clocking out of his shift in the cafe at the second floor

ever since, he would wait for her shift to be done as well and he walks her home since their places are on the same way

continues to work at the university as a full-time researcher while also working on her phd

she quits the cleaning company after a few years but bumps into gauche in the uni and she learns he had enrolled into law school

Zora Ideale

didn't go to college

was previously a gang member until he realized his way of life had no direction and was not what he envisioned

became motivated to turn his life around

would definitely be one to sign up multiple accounts for free online classes

fucking lost his mind when certifications are actually to be paid for

took decent part-time jobs to get his certificates

started his security company from his meager savings and tremendous efforts

was able to grow it into a mid-size company in just two years

okay i am legit so obsessed with black clover these days and i wanna keep going with these scenarios. i was thinking of part 3 for the rest of the black bulls but i also wanna do the golden dawn babies. aaaaaa i might continue this later, see u!!!

up next... tba

[idrinkteawhenifeeldeadinside]

Pit Babe episode 10 rewatch/live commentary (part 2)

I'm not ready to say goodbye to Dean......

Hiiii Kim, you look almost....alive. And this also mark the beginning of NorthSonicKim 🥳

So we all agree that the mole/spy is Kenta ?

How long did Jeff hide Kim in his appartement ?

Bothering him too much ???? Honey, you could ask that man to go rob a bank with a water gun and he would do it ! He's just so happy that you are here with him ! Even better he got to adopt a new kid with you !!!!

Aww he's getting emotional

Jeff already talking like it's his home....

Kim really is the best

Alan sweet smile when Jeff says yes....Go for it Uncle !

Never mind he's an idiot

Yes he want to !

Point card ? Lifetime member? Pretty sure that it's called a marriage certificate

look at him, so happy

What the hell are those pants ?

I would love work at the X hunter garage, just for the entertainment/drama

Poor Alan🤣

In the groupchat ? Knowing Babe, he probably put it in silence mode after a few days of getting notifications every 5 minutes and forgot about it......

Wait, did no one physically checked on him since the funeral, even after receiving no response from him ?????? Forgot what i said previously, Babe need better friends

And you need to have this conversation to decide to go see him ????? What the fuck Alan

Look i found the magic lamp

How did he end up here ? The car door is open so maybe he was previously sitting in the car......but why ? Was Charlie smell less overwhelming in it ?

This is so painful....

He as no right to loo this beautiful

You did assh*le !!!! It's still fault (in a way)!!! You told Tony about Charlies power !!!!

Liar

So nothing about the brake pipe ?

Bold of you to say that Jeff, when you are the one who did it

Dean baby, not the right timing and not the right thing to say !!!

Get ready for a long rant.......

But first, why are you calling from inside the garage ?????

Technically, he's not wrong

And he snap.....

So by the end pf the series, on what charges is Dean convicted? Because Charlie is alive, so it cannot be for manslaughter. So , maybe attempted murder on Babe ? And that brought on some other questions

Did they make a false autopsy report ? Because you need that to prove that it the accident that killed Charlie ! And what about Charlie identity and legal paper....because if he's declared dead, how does he get his identity back?

That why i think Jeff got some help from Pete, money wise

Also, why did they (mostly Jeff) purposely set up Dean ???? Because he was an easy target, the perfect scapegoat ???

Because when Jeff propose this plan to Tony, did he tell them to go ask Dean or is that something Kenta did on his own......but he knew that Jeff was also going to mess with the car.

Now that i'm writing this, i think setting Dean was part of the plan; so that Tony can bring back both Charlie and Jeff !!!!

At least tell me that someone cleared this up for Dean in season 2............

Sailub and Lee' acting are very very good in this scene

Oh Dean you really are an idiot....😭

But Alan, you left him out of all of this !!!!

The French translation make everything sadder, because it translate what Dean says as "I was going to prove to you that I was worth something"....and that all he ever wanted, to be seen as someone worthy by the team

"Just let me die"......because he already lost everything, so what the point.

He want Alan to punish him, because at least, he got is attention..

And now Alan is loosing another one of "his kid"

And i crying again.....

We need more of those three

Cute

Poor Nut...you don't deserve to be treated like that 👸

Wooh episode ten was a ride !!!! Let's go for ep 11 !!!

[catboybiologist]

hey how did you get into studying bio?

i'm asking cause i'm looking at potentially going into a biology adjacent field and i was wondering how you got into bio in the first place and why

My disclaimer on stuff like this is PLEASE do not treat me as an authority, I'm one grad student and not even a particularly significant one at that. I'm one experience of many.

So first off, the why: I've always enjoyed nature, and loved animals, so there was never really a moment in my life that I wasn't going to do something like that. I originally entered college as an ecology major, and did volunteering related to that, but I soon realized several things about ecology I didn't like while simultaneously gaining a keen interest in lab biology. An interest in animals and nature just kinda made me ask more questions about how things worked on a more and more fundamental level, until I realized I was more interested in genetics than I was about food webs.

Second off, the how: my career/education has had a pretty standard outline, at least for the US, with a couple of small notes. Got a bachelor's at a local state college, stuck around that same college to wait out two years of my life while the world was fucked (wooo undergrad class of 2020), and now I'm doing my PhD after that.

There are two notes I would give:

1, start undergrad research early. Your mentors, advisors, hell pretty much anyone in the older generation or even a slightly different field may tell you to either pursue internships or not to worry about research too much. They're wrong. Standards have generally increased, especially for grad school applications, and undergraduate research experiences counts in industry as well. Yes, it's completely fucked, because its a system that exploits free labor, but that could be a post of its own that I will probably make at some point.

2, my master's degree was technically unnecessary, but practically very necessary to get into my PhD program. It's hard to say whether this was just my admittance year, because it seems like everyone had a similar idea to me (get more experience through either a MS or industry in a safer, more known environment before uprooting your life for a PhD), so my PhD cohort has a relatively high proportion of people already with master's degrees. Its hard to say whether this is a phenomena isolated to my admit year, or whether this reflects the trend of increased admission standards over time (which, even aside from this, has been noted by many). If this is the route you wanna take, you'll have to evaluate what kind of degrees you want when you get there.

Any time I talk about career trajectories, I also include this little note: remember that there are two PhD systems in the world. The one I'm talking about is used in the Americas and East Asia from what I know. In this system, PhDs only require a bachelor's degree for admittance, but take 5-7 years. Usually, there's a midway point where you can "master out" and quit with a MS. So for me, already having a MS wasn't strictly necessary.

There's another system used by most of Europe, Oceania, and other places that I couldn't rattle off that's somewhat different. Here, PhDs only take 3-5 ish years, but they usually require that you already have a MS or additional technical certifications for admittance.

Both are essentially equivalent, I just include a little note about it when I talk about my MS. When I say it's unnecessary it sometimes confuses people who are mostly familiar with the second system.

I'm open to questions about this but again, remember I'm just one perspective, not an authority.

[sridevi09]

Germany Student Visa: Your Gateway to a Bright Academic Future

Are you considering Germany for your higher studies? Great choice! With its top-notch universities, affordable tuition fees, and vibrant student life, Germany attracts thousands of international students each year. But before you pack your bags, there’s a crucial step you need to complete: obtaining a Germany student visa. In this guide, we’ll break down the entire process, share some helpful tips, and discuss how an overseas education consultant can make your journey smoother.

Why Study in Germany?

Before diving into visa requirements, let’s take a moment to appreciate why so many students choose to study in Germany:

World-Class Education Germany is home to renowned universities like LMU Munich, Heidelberg University, and the Technical University of Munich. Whether you’re into engineering, arts, or business, you’ll find exceptional programs tailored to your interests.

Affordable Living and Tuition Costs Unlike other popular destinations, public universities in Germany charge little to no tuition fees. Add to that the availability of student discounts and affordable living, and you’ve got an education system that’s both high-quality and budget-friendly.

Diverse and Multicultural Environment Germany’s vibrant student community ensures you’ll meet people from all corners of the globe, making your study experience richer and more inclusive.

Now, let’s get to the main topic: how to secure your Germany student visa.

What is a Germany Student Visa?

A Germany student visa is a type of national visa that allows international students to reside in Germany for the duration of their studies. This visa is mandatory if you’re planning to stay in Germany for more than 90 days.

Step-by-Step Guide to Apply for a Germany Student Visa

Navigating the visa application process might seem daunting, but don’t worry—we’ve got you covered!

1. Get Admission to a German University

First things first: secure a spot in a recognized German university. Once you’ve received your admission letter, you’re ready to start your visa application process.

Pro Tip: If you’re unsure about your options, consult an overseas education consultant. They can guide you on the best universities and programs based on your profile.

2. Gather Required Documents

Ensure you have the following documents ready:

Valid passport

Letter of admission from a German university

Proof of financial resources (blocked account with at least €11,208)

Proof of health insurance

Academic certificates and transcripts

Visa application form (completed and signed)

Passport-sized photos

Double-check the requirements on the German consulate’s website as they may vary by country.

3. Book a Visa Appointment

Visit the German Embassy or Consulate website in your country to book an appointment for your visa application. Slots can fill up quickly, so plan ahead.

4. Attend the Visa Interview

This is your chance to prove your intent to study in Germany. Dress appropriately, be confident, and carry all your documents in order. You may be asked questions about your study plans, financial situation, and post-study goals.

5. Wait for Approval

The processing time for a Germany student visa usually takes 4–12 weeks. Stay patient and track your application status online if possible.

6. Travel to Germany

Once your visa is approved, it’s time to book your flight, arrange accommodation, and gear up for your academic adventure!

Challenges Students Face

Like any major life decision, moving abroad comes with its share of challenges. Here’s how an overseas education consultant can help:

Language Barriers: Many students worry about learning German. A consultant can guide you on language courses or universities offering English-taught programs.

Documentation Hassles: From filling out forms to arranging financial proof, the paperwork can be overwhelming. Consultants simplify the process by giving you step-by-step instructions.

Financial Planning: They can assist with setting up a blocked account or finding scholarships to ease the financial burden.

Life After Getting Your Germany Student Visa

Your journey doesn’t end with obtaining the visa. In fact, it’s just the beginning of a life-changing experience. Here are a few things to keep in mind once you arrive in Germany:

Register Your Residence Within two weeks of arriving, you must register at the local residents’ office (Bürgeramt).

Open a Bank Account A local bank account is essential for managing your finances and paying for essentials like rent and groceries.

Make the Most of Student Life Join clubs, attend events, and network with peers. Germany offers endless opportunities for personal and professional growth.

Work Opportunities Did you know you can work part-time while studying? Your Germany student visa allows you to work up to 120 full days or 240 half days per year.

Tips to Enhance Your Study Abroad Experience

Learn some basic German phrases—it’ll make your daily interactions smoother.

Explore Germany’s rich culture, from its historical landmarks to its delicious food (hello, bratwurst and pretzels!).

Stay organized and plan your academics early to balance studies and leisure effectively.

Conclusion

Obtaining a Germany student visa might seem like a lengthy process, but with the right guidance, it’s manageable and totally worth it. Germany offers unparalleled opportunities to learn, grow, and experience life in one of Europe’s most dynamic countries. If you ever feel stuck, don’t hesitate to reach out to an overseas education consultant. Their expertise can turn your dream of studying abroad into reality.

So, are you ready to study in Germany? Start preparing today and embrace this incredible journey!

Feel free to share your thoughts or questions in the comments—we’d love to hear about your plans to study abroad. Happy planning! 😊

[digitalbranding1]

How do I become a plumber

So, you want to plunge into the world of plumbing? Well, you’re in luck because this guide is chock-full of the nitty-gritty on how to become a plumber, especially if you’re based in the Big Apple. But fair warning, we’re not just going to get all friendly and forget about the numbers. We’ve got data, and we’re certainly not afraid to use it.

How do I become a plumber in NYC?

The path to becoming a fully-fledged plumber requires time, dedication, and a bit of elbow grease – but don’t worry, we’re here to guide you through the process.

First things first, you’ll need to gain a high school diploma or GED. This is the basic educational requirement for most trade schools and apprenticeship programs. From there, it’s time to roll up your sleeves and get technical.

Get Applying

Start looking into trade or vocational schools. Here in NYC, you will find many plumbing programs. These comprehensive courses usually last for less than 2 years and offer priceless hands-on training experience. Besides, they elevate your credibility among potential employers.

Get Learning

Once you’ve completed your course, it’s time to dive into an apprenticeship program. Becoming an apprentice is a critical step, as it provides real-world experience for 4 to 5 years. NYC is full of such opportunities – just do your research!

Get Certified

After the apprenticeship, you’re not quite done yet! You then need to pass a licensing exam to become a journeyman plumber. This title is the middle tier in the plumbing profession. Don’t be complacent, though – there’s always room for improvement.

Get Mastering

If you want to be considered a top-tier plumber, you should aim to become a master plumber. This requires further work experience as a journeyman and additional exams. The journey is tough, yes, but the reward is immense. You get a shiny badge of credibility, which usually translates to a higher pay rate!

How do I become a plumber

What is the highest level of a plumber’s salary?

A master plumber, the top tier in the plumbing profession, can pull in a whopping median salary of $102,000. Quite a tidy sum, right? For those reaching the peaks of plumbing prowess, this figure can even stretch north of $120,000!

But wait, do not jump to the conclusion that every plumber earns this range. This salary range generally is for those experienced and highly skilled plumbers who’ve worked their way up the ranks.

A beginner plumber, known in the field as an apprentice, will usually start out earning around $30,000. Don’t worry, though; the pay rise comes quickly and fast, with the median salary for a journeyman plumber around $50,000. Climbing up that ladder doesn’t look so hard with numbers like these, right?

Just in case you’re curious, these figures are pre-tax; after Uncle Sam’s cut, the actual take-home salary will be a bit less. No one said plumbing was going to make you the next Bill Gates, but it’s a solid living nonetheless.

And the best part? As the demand for skilled plumbers is always there, job security is something not to be fretted over in this field. I mean, until humans figure out another way to get water from point A to point B without pipes, plumbers are here to stay.

How much do licensed plumbers make in NYC?

Let’s talk dollars and cents. Or rather, dollars and pipes, in this case! When you make it as a licensed plumber in the Big Apple, you can expect a decent paycheck in return for your sweat and hours of labour.

According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS), the average annual wage for plumbers in the New York Metropolitan Area is a pretty penny—around $76,280, to be exact. This figure rises and dips depending on things like experience, certifications, and area of specialization.

But wait, it gets better. If you’re on the higher end of the scale, e.g., plumbers who have honed their skills and gathered experience over many years, then your salary could soar to about $106,880 per year. Sounds exciting, right?

Recall that plumbing transcends the mere physical act of grappling with pipes and clearing obstructed drains. It demands a sharp intellect, analytical prowess, and a substantial dose of bravery. Should you endeavour to attain mastery in this vocation, your reward extends beyond a stable employment opportunity, encompassing a financial gain that justifies the strenuous effort.

What City pays plumbers the most?

If we’re talking about a city where plumbers can make good money, it’s time to pack your tool belt and head west! San Francisco is calling you. And boy, do they pay well! Recent reports show that this City by the Bay consistently pays plumbers the highest salaries nationwide.

To throw in some concrete numbers to that statement, according to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics, a ‘Joe-the-Plumber’ in San Francisco can earn a median annual wage of about $92,000! Eye-popping, isn’t it? And that’s not even the cap. Our top-performing plumbers, the crème de la crème, can pull in over $100,000 per year!

But don’t be too hasty to pack your bags. San Francisco’s high payouts come with a higher cost of living. Rent, groceries, gas—you name it, they rocket here.

Don’t give up, though. Consider other high-paying cities like New York, Boston, Chicago, and Seattle. Do your research, pick up that wrench, and show them what you’re made of!

Do plumbers make good money in New York?

Yes. New York, being the centre of gravity for almost everything, is known for its high cost of living. Consequently, the wage scale across virtually all industries, plumbing included, is comfortably higher than the national average. So then, rest easy! Your paycheck won’t leave you scraping the bottom of the barrel.

Remember that the size of your income is linked to your expertise and the duration of your professional experience. Those who have established themselves as experts or acquired diverse skills tend to command higher incomes. However, it’s essential to emphasize that individuals just beginning their careers should not be underestimated in terms of their earning potential. Even newcomers in the plumbing industry can secure a substantial income.

Conclusion

In wrapping our guide, let’s quickly revisit the steps: Apply, Learn, get Certified, and finally Master being a plumber. Once you get past all the initial hurdles, the rewards are substantial. With the earnings potential in cities like NYC, how do I become a plumber in New York may end up being the best decision you ever made.

[rishit1105]

How I landed My First Intership

"How do I apply for internships?" "How did you land that interview?" "Wait, how do I even make a resume?"

Yep, these are just a few of the rapid-fire questions I’ve been bombarded with since I casually mentioned getting 3 internship offers out of 4 (I swear, not trying to flex). 😅

But hey, calm down—I've got you covered! Here's a step-by-step cheat sheet I followed to snag my dream internships. Trust me, it works!

1. Pick a Domain/Niche:

First things first: you’ve got to figure out what field you want to intern in. For me, it was Digital Marketing—SEO, Social Media, the whole shebang (and no, I’m not hogging it, there’s plenty of room in this field!). For you, it could be accounting, IT, or even digital marketing too (just don’t come for my spot! 😜).

2. Choose Your Source:

Next, where do you find these internships? LinkedIn? Naukri? Personally, LinkedIn is my go-to (and no, they didn’t pay me to say that—yet). Seriously, it’s one of the best platforms out there. You even get job alerts right in your inbox, saving you time to actually focus on acing your applications.

3. Crafting the Resume (Not as Painful as You Think):

Most colleges drill into you about placements but never teach you how to frame a resume. Don't worry—I’ve got your back! Here’s how mine looked:

Basic Info:��Name (Big and Bold), Email, Phone Number, and LinkedIn (optional but cool).

Profile Summary: Give them a quick sneak peek of your awesomeness.

Education: College, 12th and 10th Boards (yes, they still matter), and any certifications.

Skills: “I have no skills”—sound familiar? FALSE. You have skills, you just haven’t unlocked them yet. Even basic communication counts!

Additional Info: Anything that makes you stand out. Sports, societies, 100 percentiles—throw it in.

4. Ace the Interview (Like a Pro):

Alright, so you've got the interview—here’s how to crush it:

Stay cool (they mostly want to know about you anyway).

Choose a quiet spot (you don’t want mom yelling, “Beta, khaana kha le” in the background).

Revise technical terms in your niche (show ‘em you know your stuff).

Keep it professional (no society uncle vibes—straight to the point).

Final Thoughts:

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[aashishmnhr24]

The importance of learning 3D Modelling and my learning experience that I received from Sky Animation Institute

Right from my childhood days I have been very creative in terms of playing with toys my mother used to get me to build anything from a house to any given model.

Later on in life I was introduced to the world of 3D Modelling and it so happened that my creative mind got curious as to how can one use a particular software by the name of 3Ds Max and create any given desired virtual model of one's own liking.

So I searched for a well known institute for learning 3D Modelling and learning was quiet enjoyable! I mean to say I was completely free to use my imagination and create any desirable 3D virtual object from a cycle to a Roman building to a complete 3D Model of a game scene by the name of Counter Strike and it was even nominated to be listed among the best 3D Model to have been created using 3D Modelling software named 3Ds Max!

I believe that any person can create a virtual 3D Model provided he or she is genuinely interested in learning the software!

But in order to get there and receive my certificate in 3D Modelling I had to wait 5 years because of the Covid pandemic which had stopped all businesses. The institutes were greatly affected by it and were compelled to close its doors as it was risky to allow the students to study as it could lead to the virus being easily transmitted to all the students due to close contact with each other.

A course that could be completed in just a matter of 2 years was stretched to 3 more years! But still we could get our lectures as it was made possible by taking online classes!

It took time to arrange online classes for every student and at times due to some technical issues/snags like network being unavailable or a student falls ill or lights going off or power failure at odd times made it some what difficult for the faculty and the students in general.

Plus being at home all the time made it lethargic or lets say we started to feel low because of being quarantined for 15 days and not being allowed to go outside and refresh ourselves made it uncomfortable.

In fact to get our rations was also taxing due to the fear of the virus being easily transmitted through air and wearing masks over our faces made it difficult to breath.

But some how I could finish my course and finally get my hands on my certificate!

During my time as a student for 3D Modelling I had the privilege to learn much more than I opted for! I mean the kind of exposure to meeting different people and my interaction with them and being mentally, physically prepared for unforeseen circumstances that came along with Covid has made me aware about the preparedness to handle any given situation.

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Name of the Institute:- BAOU Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar Open University

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[tera-91]

Mid-May rant

It seems like I get the urge to write things down about every 3 days or so. I guess that’s about as long as I can go without feeling frustration about things. Therapy might be good but I doubt I would be able to talk things out that frequently.

I just feel unfocused.

So many things that I need to do. Or that I want to do. Sometimes it feels like it’s the same thing.

I need to do some editing. I have a few videos ready but I have a monster of one that I need to edit before those can go live. Sometimes it sucks to have a series going because you cant really post them out of order. I have a whole list of ones that I have the footage to edit together.

I would like to be able to write more of my book. I fear that I have been out of it for too long. I wont know where the story was going to go. I went with my sibling to a concert and I got a vision while we were there of a scene I would like to put in it though.

My other writing is … spotty to say the least. I have at least 3, upwards of 6 stories in progress. I get maybe 2-300 words. Im not sure if its writers block or what. I have to pause for whatever reason and I don’t seem to get back to them.  

Or rather. I say to myself I can get to them later in the day.

My days have been roughly the same. Because of an issue I have once it gets around mid-afternoon it gets rough. I just lose the momentum.

I don’t quite get tired enough to take a nap but it takes me a few hours to kind of get a second burst. Ill do a little bit more cleaning done while im in the slump but not much.

I tell myself that once the pups go to sleep Ill write, edit or whatever else I need to do. I end up just watching shows. I’m trying to catch up to where one of the weekly shows are. I didn’t realize how far behind I was. Then again it doesn’t help that I can only watch maybe 2 or 3 before I’m falling asleep.

But I also want to work hard to figure out what I really want to do. Do I really want to go back to school? It will take me at least 3 years to finish and get the job. Well 2 plus a whole year wait to get into the program. Then who knows how long to actually get a job once I finish the course work and get the certification. If I can made it in writing or video work do I really want to go through 2 years for something I might not be able to do? I mean the technical component I think I would be fine. But the amount of time for the shifts? If I have a difficult time after 4 or 5 hours doing what I have been doing. If I couldn’t do monotonous work, the same thing over and over again. I honestly don’t know exactly what the job is like. Would it be monotonous working the same machine over and over again? Running the same sequence over and over again. Or would it be like what I have been doing? Working the same handful of machines over and over again but an uncountable combination of results so its not borning. Just some of the people suck.

I just feel like I don’t have any direction.

I find it difficult to decide.

What should I do as I’m weighing the options? What to do first. I feel like I cant ask for help in deciding because I know no one I live with shares my priorities. My low priority is their high priority or somewhere in the middle. One person is all about yard work while I’m all about the stuff that needs to be done inside. There is just so much to do. I think getting rid of dust, pup fur and clutter is more important than flowers. One of my pups is allergic to mold and dust mites. That same pup sheds like nothing I have seen before. I can brush everyday and get half to a full pup pile of fur every day. So to me inside work is a little bit more important.

On the positive side of it though. I don’t miss worrying about when I have to leave the house. I don’t have to worry about if I havnt done laundry.

Ive gotten a good chunk of stuff done. Sometimes I feel like it isn’t enough. Which I know is ridiculous. I do what I can when I can.

I got a script done. I got some editing done. I got a story done. I got soooo much laundry done. I got quite a bit of cleaning done.

I know I have more to do. I just need to tackle it a little bit at a time.

[troglobite]

dskfjalsdk

tfw you were kind of doing okay and then bc of the federal govt and other shit, self-hatred comes BLAZING at you and hits you like a fucking bullet train to make you wish you could stop being such a fucking baby and get a job in person or just ANY job and now you feel stupid for not having gotten one earlier despite applying for a handful of jobs and now having NO OTHER WAY to get DECENT PAYING JOBS without PAYING FOR MORE CLASSES OR CERTIFICATIONS

and even online remote captioning jobs want 1-2 years experience

which you can't get

WITHOUT BEING HIRED

BY ONE OF THOSE FUCKING COMPANIES

and now the time available to even save up money is just fucking GONE there's not enough time

i'm just tired of being useless and pathetic

i thought i'd make enough money to like, tide me over, so i could wait until we moved to start looking for better paying jobs and stuff--bc i want my health to be more manageable, and it won't be until we move.

but now moving is requiring more money bc the federal government is fucking IDIOTIC

"sorry, yeah, we know you got a FUCKOFF HUGE raise and have had it for like over a year, but it's not on your taxes so it doesn't count, adn we can only look at your taxes. sorry, no, quarterly taxes don't count. sorry, no, even if you have it in a contract it doesn't count. you're not technically an employee, you're freelance. sorry, no, it doesn't matter that you've been with them for 29 years, 12 of which have been remote in this exact same situation. sorry, none of that matters."

and if i wasn't PATHETIC AND USELESS and HAD A FUCKING JOB THAT ACTUALLY PAID DECENT MONEY then this wouldn't be such a stupid situation

i'm just a fucking leech and a useless lump and i fucking hate myself

i can't even wish i was dead right now bc i actually HAVE to be alive to save up money to pay off debts to help increase the loan she gets approved for

[museum-spaces]

@captain-kazi asks

That is a dream career to become an underwater archaeologist. What degree majors did you pursue to get there? I did history as a base and some anthropology courses but then I got lost in that and haven't gone further.

I came about it fairly unconventionally. My UG is History and Classical Civilizations double major. I did technically take a single anthro/arch course but it was on myths and hoaxes. I then Mastered in Museum Studies - thus working in museums at the moment. I have now applied for a second masters in Archaeology - well I applied to 3, heard back negatively from one, still waiting on the other 2.

One of these is Field Archaeology/computational archaeology with a focus on GIS from London, and the other is Field Archaeology on land and under the sea - coastal and tidal stuff from University of Cyprus, that's the one I am swimming for.

I have spent day on a dig site - tried to sign up for a few in the past but it never worked out for me - and I have never dove.

I am, however, an active MOOC taker - though I mostly take Massive Open Online Courses for free, I have signed up for a few relevant certificate MOOCs.

If I don't get into either of these two programs I will reassess -again- and apply for them/different ones in the next cycle. But I like swimming so I am happy with this development either way.

I found the program at Cyprus through the Nautical Archaeology Society [link to their listed degrees]. But I found out about Underwater Arch back in... very early 2017, Like, January before the semester began when I attended a conference and a keynote presentation by one such researcher.

Its y'boy: the swimmer

for 10 minutes but I Did It!

[purpleyellow]

Recovery pt 2

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“She’s home, and it’s time for the 97+maknae liners to watch Hayun”

a/n: Some of these are shorter, so I apologize. Also, I couldn’t find gifs of mingyu and dino that fit the “aesthetic” so sorry again. Feel free to let me know your thoughts as well as send me some requests💙. Ask box is also open to random chats.

The8

(italics are Chinese)

“Myungho!” Hayun called out from her spot on the couch and waited for a few seconds before screaming again “Minghao! The8! Whatever name you respond to”

“I’m here woman, calm down” The boy rolled his eyes as she extended her arms to give him her notebook. Minghao took it without a second glance and sat on the floor next to her to read the sentences she had written since he had last left her. “Nice job”

“Do you have any pointers to give me?” She smiled paddling her feet on the couch and he gave her back the notebook.

“Your calligraphy still sucks” He snickered making her chuckle “But I told you that the last three times you called me” 

“Yeah, you did,” Hayun twisted her pen, looking from her laptop to the pages before noticing the boy hadn’t left like the previous times “What?”

“Why the sudden interest in Chinese?” He blatantly said, making her close her notebook and shrug her shoulders.

“I needed something to distract me and turns out it’s very easy to get a language certificate through the internet,” The girl said without a break, smiling triumphantly at the end which made him giggle at her proud face. “I might need you to help me revise some stuff though”

“I don’t have much time before I need to go back to pledis so write down your questions and I’ll help you when I get back” He patted her arm and got up from the floor. 

“Yeah, go ahead and leave me like everyone else” Hayun threw her head back dramatically making him look at her sassily.

“You do know we’re making you richer right?”   

“Yes. And you know that I like to communicate with people” She raised a finger and poked his chest “And I can’t do that if someone is not around to teach me their mother tongue”

“Isn’t three languages enough for you?”

“I want to be one of those smug polyglots. Once you’re done with me I’ll call Yuto to help me with Japanese. There’s this idol who can speak German I think, I’ll talk to him too” She joked with a wink and Minghao shook his head laughing.

Mingyu

Mingyu pushed the door with his elbow and set the tray of food on Hayun’s nightstand. Pushing her arm until she woke up from, what he assumed, her nap.

“What?” She groaned holding his hand and turning away from him.

“I made you food” Mingyu chanted sitting on the bad and moving the platter to his lap

“Is it pizza?” She asked, burying her face in the pillow.

“No?”

“Then I don’t want it”

“Noona, you have to in order to get better soon” The boy rolled his eyes poking her side and she groaned again.

“Is it ramen?”

“No” He answered, expecting her to at least sit up to see what it was. In reality, Hayun stayed still in her spot, pretending to fall asleep again and have him go away. Huffing, Minngyu poked her again “I tried a new recipe, you need to help me see if it’s tasty or not”

Raising her head like he expected, she checked what he had brought and whined while sitting properly.

“You made soup” The girl pouted making him laugh. “I want something greasy”

“You can’t have anything greasy for now” Mingyu shook his head and brought the spoon out of the bowl, leaning forward to feed her a little “Say ahh”

Shutting her mouth, Hayun shook her head making him groan and retreat the spoon annoyed. Smiling mischievously, she opened her mouth again and as the boy took the bowl out of his lap she instantly closed it.

“Can you be a little cooperative?” Mingyu complained laughing and she shrugged, allowing him to properly feed her a spoonful. “How is it?”

Making a disgusted face, Hayun quickly changed it to a pondering one and then smiled satisfied.

“Not bad, Chef Gyu”

“Not bad” He repeated her in English making her laugh and nod.

“Next time, maybe add a little more spice”

DK

“A package arrived for you” Seokmin sang while walking inside Hayun’s room and she shot up from her bed “Wait, calm down. We don’t need your stitches to rip open”

“I’m taking them off tomorrow” She rolled her eyes taking the package from him. As he was walking away she waved him inside, shaking the big box with a smile “Stay, you’re going to like what I ordered”

“Ohh, what is it?” He sat along with her on her bed and helped her rip open the cardboard. 

“I ordered a hammock” Hayun smiled satisfied as she made her way to the fabric “I’m going to hang it in my room and chill in it”

“Cool,” Dokyeom got up, holding an end of the object and spreading it out so they could get a perfect view “How are you going to hang it?”

“Uh?” The girl blinked, her smile turning to a frown as she looked at him.

“The hammock. You’re going to need a place to hang it”

“Oh. True” She sighed and let go of her end, throwing her body back on the bed and repressing a very mild discomfort. “I didn’t think about that”

“I guess we’re going to need a drill or something professional like that” The boy kept muttering, walking around her room while looking at the walls and dragging the hammock along the floor.

“There must be a tutorial somewhere on the internet. I’ll look for it later” She sighed carefully pulling herself upwards. “Or you know… my very strong groupmates can hold it up while I lay in it”

“Ah, I think you got the wrong person” DK shook his head grinning and she leaned her head forward doing the same movement.

“No, I don’t. C’mon, Seokmin-ah. Do a favor for your sick Noona” She smirked, making him tumble laughing.

“Wow, just a minute ago there was nothing wrong with you” He managed to say in between laughs and she grinned, leaning on her side and shrugging calmly.

Seungkwan

“Are you going to hold my hand?” Hayun asked Sengkwan as soon as they made it to the hospital, the boy rolling his eyes with a big exhale before taking her hand in his and making her laugh “I meant when they take out the stitches dummy”

“Of course I knew that” He scoffed, throwing her hand away. In revenge, Hayun looped her arm around his waist and forcefully made him hug her shoulder as they walked together. Whining, Seungkwan said under his breath “Noona, not here”

“There’s no one in the hallway, stop pouting” Hayun giggled gently slapping his butt, which caused him to widen his eyes and look around to see if she was telling the truth.

“Aren’t you a little bit worried?”

“Not really. I’ve had stitches before” She shrugged as they walked inside a room and sat on a waiting list. “But in all seriousness, I do want you to hold my hand while they do it”

“Why?” He whined again resting his head on her shoulder. “You said you weren’t scared”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want some support” 

“Okay then” He sighed and they stayed in silence for a few seconds before Seungkwan turned to her serious “You’re probably not going to like hearing this”

“Oh my, what did you do?”

“Nothing. I just feel bad” The boy took her hand again and looked down ashamed “I kind of feel better about not doing the entire performance after you had to step out”

“What?” Hayun frowned and he shook his head, realizing how that sounded.

“I’m not glad that you had to take a break. The members know I complain about wanting you with us all the time” He smiled gently making her chuckle “It just made me realize how lucky I am that I didn’t have to sit out everything”

“Strangely enough I don’t feel attacked at all” Hayun laughed patting his head and gesturing for him to rest on her shoulder again “I’m glad you didn’t have to either Boo. Please keep taking better care of yourself” 

Vernon

“Is that my sister?” Vernon frowned, leaning down over the back of the couch to check out Hayun’s phone.

“Oopsies, gotta go,” Sofia said over facetime and instantly hung up the call, making the boy frown at his own reflection on the black screen.

“You were facetiming my sister?” He looked at Hayun confused and walked around to sit next to her.

“Yeah actually. I do talk fairly often with your mom too.” She quirked up an eyebrow and crossed her arms “You better step up your technology game because I’m stealing your family”

“What?” He chuckled, leaning back and taking her phone to check the latest calls, laughing harder when he realized she was telling the truth.

“I mean it, boy. Your mom said she’s getting me a Christmas stocking this year”

“Well, you’re going to be a great addition to the family” Vernon snickered not knowing if she was being honest or not.

“I’m aware” 

“Are you going to do something right now?” He asked side-eyeing her and she shook her head “Good. I’m going to need you to help me out with something I composed”

“You know. Technically I’m still on my work hiatus” She smirked poking his side and Vernon snorted. “But, we are at home after all so I don’t think that’s a problem”

“I know, that’s why I asked” He laughed and opened an app on his phone.

Dino

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Hayun said as soon as she heard Dino entering the room backstage.

“You came!” The boy beamed running to hug her and she replied with a giggle rubbing his back.

“I wanted to surprise you guys after the last stage” She smiled and shrugged looking to see if anyone else was around “Please don’t tell the others”

“Okay. Oh my, I saw you this morning but I can’t believe you are here” The boy chuckled making her pat his cheek.

“Why did you come back?” Hayun asked frowning “You’re supposed to be on stage in two minutes”

“I left my phone inside my pocket again” Chan giggled embarrassed and took the device, setting it on the table. “Aren’t you going to be lonely while we’re gone”

“Nah. I’ll look around to see if there’s anyone bored too”

“You were supposed to say ‘watching you is enough for me’” Dino made an annoyed face and both of them started laughing.

“I’ll look around after watching the performance, don’t worry” She rolled her eyes and held his hand “Talking about it. If you guys come back and I’m not here text me. I either lost track of time or one of the managers sent me home”

“The managers don’t know you’re here?” He said amused “How did you even come? You’re driving already?”

“I took a cab. But now that you said, I can drive again. I don’t know why I didn’t do that”

“Okay, Noona” Dino laughed stealing a look at the clock “I have to go, please don’t wander around too much”

“Good luck with the performance!” Hayun smiled sending him a flying kiss before he bolted off the room.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,912 Words

Summary: The Todoroki family drama yet again.

Warnings: Cursing, Caps, Food Mention, Abuse Mention, Teen Pregnancy Mention, Arranged Marriage Mention, Forced Marriage Mention, Forced Pregnancy Mention, Blood Mention, Near Death Mention, Death Mention, Pregnancy Mention, Secret Pregnancy Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Area 51   Aoyama: bonjour je suis Dora, Ashido: aggressive chicken dance, Asui: wut, Iida: Human Porche, Uraraka: Fuck Gravity, Ojiro: ceouolo, Kaminari: pikachoo, Kirishima: ordained, Koda: the muffin man?, Sato: dammit kevin, Shoji: pIaNoMaN, Jirou: neko neko kneecaps, Sero: wine and cheerios, Tokoyami: brb drowning, Todoroki: daddy issues, Hagakure: oreosandpussy, Bakugo: mother i crave violence, Midoriya: mistakes were made Mineta: Mineta, Shinsou: its a mental breakdown, Yaoyorozu: single braincell

Usernames: Emo Sanctuary  Jirou: tell tale heart, Tokoyami: eldritch peep, Todoroki: i love you 3000, Bakugou: knife tag, Midoriya: bitchasaurus, Shinsou: unhappy meal, Kuroiro: meth and deadamine, Shigaraki: depresso extra shot, Dabi: *sad kazoo*

Usernames: I Hate This Family  Shigaraki: I'm A Duck Now, Dabi: Unidentified Flaming Object, Toga: Mothman's Descendant, Twice: Car's Extended Warrantee, Compress: Communist Propaganda, Magne: Sir This Is A Wendy's, Spinner: I Taste Like Chicken

Usernames: Endeavor Hate Chat  Fuyumi: coconut cake, Natsuo: lemon cake, Shoto: red velvet cake, Haruhi/Dabi/Touya: chocolate cake, Bakugou: carrot cake, Shinsou: strawberry cake

Into The Group Chat We Go: Chapter 5

12:35 PM

Area 51

daddy issues: He looks like my oldest brother, Touya. he disappeared after I was born. But he looks just like him from the picture albums, but, you know, taller...and happy?

mother i crave violence: Ask him.

daddy issues: He looks so happy with Shinsou. Maybe I should just leave it. He doesn't need to be burdened with the family he left behind.

mother i crave violence: I'll fight you. Get downstairs, we need to make lunch for ourselves anyway and I won't have you trying to cook in your room.

Aizawa: No fighting, you two. But no cooking in your room either, Todoroki, that's dangerous.

daddy issues: Fuck both of you. I just won't eat then.

Aizawa: I hate children.

daddy issues: And I hate you, so we're even.

Aizawa: You can't push away every father figure in your life, kid. It won't work on the stubborn ones like me.

daddy issues: If this is your way of saying you want to steal me from my father and keep me as your own son, I won't object.

Aizawa: Alright, that too. Now come eat. You don't even need to talk to him.

daddy issues: I hate this fucking family.

daddy issues: Fine.

12:45 PM

I Hate This Family

Unidentified Flaming Object: I think we miscalculated. Don't address it, this is my problem, @I'm A Duck Now.

Mothman's Descendant: What happened?

Unidentified Flaming Object: I forgot a family member of mine goes to UA and he might knows what I look like since I look like I used to before the accident and my family might still have some pictures of me around for him to recognize me.

Sir This Is A Wendy's: YOU'RE BLOWING OUR COVER!?

Unidentified Flaming Object: He doesn't know I became a villain. To him, I'm just a "sibling" he never met. Unfortunately, I'm actually his mother.

Communist Propaganda: Do you think he knows by now?

Car's Extended Warrantee: Oh shit, man. You gonna be okay over there?

Unidentified Flaming Object: He probably doesn't know. The old man never even told Fuyumi that I was Shoto's mother. He probably didn't even tell him he had a different legal name on his first birth certificate.

I'm A Duck Now: Maybe call him by the name you named him?

12:55 PM

Area 51

oreosandpussy: Haruhi asked if someone named Akimitsu wants any plum kitkats.

fuck gravity: Isn't that your favorite candy, Todoroki?

daddy issues is now offline

wut: I feel like that's a bad sign.

oreosandpussy: They both just stared at each other and left the room!

its a mental breakdown: sibling bond telepathy.

wine and cheerios: No because none of my siblings and I can do that. That's not fair.

ceouolo: you have siblings?

wine and cheerios: yeah, I have nine siblings, man.

ceouolo: Sero wins that bet. He has the most siblings. I thought Hagakure would win with five sisters.

oreosandpussy: We're getting away from the point here. Haruhi and Shoto just disappeared after Haruhi said the name of someone who isn't here.

fuck gravity: Todoroki is probably back-alley dealing him use of Endeavor's credit card for the kitkats knowing him.

2:25 PM

I Hate This Family

Unidentified Flaming Object: So I told my kid that I'm his mother. He took it better than I thought and he wants to call me Dad now and I think I'm going to cry tonight.

Mothman's Descendant: Good job, Touya!

2:25 PM

Area 51

daddy issues: I'd like to announce I have a shiny new father who doesn't come with abusive tendencies and is actually my biological parent.

its a mental breakdown: I'm so proud of you!

daddy issues: I just realized I got a two for one. I just got a real dad and an adopted brother all in one.

its a mental breakdown: still supportive but what? please explain.

daddy issues: Haruhi's legal name is Touya and he's my biological mother. Enji forced him into a very young arranged quirk marriage at 12 for more spawn to train because Rei became infertile after Natsuo due to the emergency hysterectomy they performed on her to save her life because she was hemorrhaging. I was the sole result of that marriage before Haruhi ran away but wasn't able to take me with him since Endeavor passed me off as his own child with Rei after paying the doctors that did her hysterectomy not to talk.

fuck gravity: Sho, Haruhi's a guy.

daddy issues: Yes, he's transgender. So he's my biological mother but he's my Dad.

oreosandpussy: Does this have something to do with the 'Akimitsu' thing?

daddy issues: Actually, my birth name was Akimitsu. He named me and Natsuo used to call me that when Enji wasn't home because he'd heard Haruhi call me that once before he ran away. Endewhore and Rei renamed me almost immediately on a second birth certificate they'd had made as if I was Rei's son.

mother i crave violence: Technically, you got two adopted brothers. Me and Shinsou.

daddy issues: And you two got another brother too.

aggressive chicken dance: dumbass trio.

mother i crave violence: I'm oldest, I automatically win.

its a mental breakdown: Ask Haruhi what kind of quirk your sperm donor had.

daddy issues: He says it was a mental block quirk. Oh my god, the dude had blue hair. Hitoshi, blue fucking hair with Haruhi's red hair.

its a mental breakdown: Are we sure he's not my real parent?

mother i crave violence: Toshi, your birthday is in July. He couldn't have had you five months after he had Shoto.

daddy issues: Well, actually, that's technically possible, in a longshot kind of way since he was about seven months when he had me.

its a mental breakdown: Regardless, I say we claim we're triplets and Haruhi had the two of us after he ran away.

daddy issues: He says that's a funny idea and he's absolutely going with it.

daddy issues: I'm also adding all three of you to our family's group chat once I can go Endeavor's home and grab my legal documents and the rest of my things tonight. So that'll be fun.

Aizawa: I and Present Mic will go with you.

pikachoo has changed Aizawa's name to Mom

pikachoo: Because you're basically our mom.

Mom: You may live because I'm busy.

8:00 PM

Endeavor Hate Chat

red velvet cake: I'm heading home tonight to grab things with my two friends, two teachers, and someone else. Is Enji there?

coconut cake: No, he's out patrolling and all.

red velvet cake: Good. Would you like to help me move all my stuff out, including my legal documents?

coconut cake: Wait, what!? Why!?

red velvet cake: I would like you to remain calm, alright? Enji isn't my father and you aren't my sister, nor Natsuo my brother. I'm not the child of Todoroki Enji and Himura Rei.

coconut cake: Shoto, I know you hate being part of the family but you can't disown us! I love you! I'll change, I promise! I'll finally cut Enji off, just please keep me in your life!

red velvet cake: That's not it, Fuyumi. I'm saying these things because Rei is not my mother, she's my grandmother. Enji is my grandfather, You and Natsuo are my aunt and uncle. I know about Touya now and I know what happened now.

lemon cake: Akimitsu?

red velvet cake: Yes, I know about the Akimitsu situation. Probably more than you do, actually.

lemon cake: What else is there?

red velvet cake: One minute. Let me just.

red velvet cake has added Haruhi, Hitoshi, and Katsuki to Endeavor Hate Chat

coconut cake: Who are they?

red velvet cake: Hitoshi and Katsuki are my brothers. Haruhi is my Dad. You two probably know him better by the name Touya.

lemon cake: You're fucking with me. Stop it, Shoto.

coconut cake: Shoto, this prank or whatever isn't funny!

red velvet has started a video chat

Dad, say hi to Fuyumi and Natsuo. -red velvet cake

Hey, there guys. Long time no see? -Haruhi

Oh my god, you're really here. I thought you were dead, Touya. Can I still call you that? -lemon cake

I go by either Touya or Haruhi, I don't mind which. -Haruhi

We're visiting the house with my teachers, Eraserhead and Present Mic, to move the rest of my things out of Enji's home and into my dorm room. -red velvet cake

That sounds like a plan. I'll be over in about ten minutes to help them, Fuyu. -lemon cake

Oh yeah, and what are you guy's favorite cake flavors? Which one do you like the most? -coconut cake

Chocolate. -Haruhi

Carrot. -Katsuki

Ew, Kats. Strawberry. -Hitoshi

Yours are both gross. But I'll bear it because you're my sons. -Haruhi

Oh my god. -red velvet cake

red velvet cake has ended the video chat

coconut cake has changed Haruhi's name to chocolate cake

coconut cake has changed Katsuki's name to carrot cake

coconut cake has changed Hitoshi's name to strawberry cake

10:50 PM

Area 51

daddy issues: I am now 100% moved out of Endeavor's house and I found my original birth certificate listing my birth parents.

daddy issues: I also found some hidden documents and medical records. Turns out me and Shinsou really are brothers and Haruhi had no fucking idea because he didn't even know he was still pregnant when he had him.

brb drowning: What the fuck?

neko neko kneecaps: How would he not know!?

daddy issues: He went to the hospital and the doctors took Hitoshi away from Haruhi because they found out he was a homeless kid so they sedated him, must have cut Toshi out, and left Toshi on an orphanage's doorstep.

daddy issues: But they tested Hito and still sent Enji his birth certificate, so I don't know why they lied to Dad.

its a mental breakdown: So I guess you could say I was a secret during the pregnancy even from my own mother?

fuck gravity: But he had you in January, Shoto? And then he had Shinsou in July five months later?

Human Porche: Hold on, Shinsou is 14 by that math.

its a mental breakdown: Actually, the nuns who raised me lied about my birthday to only me so I've been mistakenly putting my birthday down as July 1st on school forms for the last ten years. They did it just so I wouldn't find my mother. Which, again, doesn't make sense. Maybe someone wrote it wrong? But I was actually born on January 12th. Technically me and Sho are fraternal twins with different birthdays.

mother i crave violence: So I'm Haruhi's only not biological son.

is a mental breakdown: We love you, Katsuki.

daddy issues: We love you, Kats.

neko neko kneecaps: They're twins, your honor.

pikachoo: You two are cute being twins.

mother i crave violence: This is creepy. The twins are creepy.

mistakes were made: Next we'll find out Kirishima and Tetsutetsu are twins or something.

ordained: We are. Mom got me, Dad got him. Our Mom has Diamond Skin and Dad has Dermal Armor. We're twins, I'm about an hour older than him and our parents separated and remarried before our quirks even came in.

mistakes were made: Oh my god.

daddy issues: I'm adding that to my conspiracy board and nobody will stop me or they will get pinned to the conspiracy board.

Taglist: @lgbtforeverything @rin-tanaka @everythingisstardust @paint-in-flames @t4t-ummiurk

[hollyhomburg]

Reasons Wretched and Divine (Part 3)

↪ Genre: hybrid au, polyamory au, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, pregnancy 

↪ Pairing: dog hybrid! Namjoon x Reader x Golden Retriever! Jimin 

↪ Summary: You live on an isolated but sprawling farm with your abusive husband. But things start to change for the better when you adopt a retired police dog hybrid named Namjoon. 

↪ Tags: Mentions of psychological abuse, physical abuse, concussions, hurt/comfort, hybrid mistreatment, Jimin is a little hopeless, first time saying i love you, heavy kissing/touching over clothes, pregnancy, overprotective namjoon, romanticized farm life.

↪ Song rec: Zero o'clock ~ BTS

↪ W/c: 5.9k

🐾    PART 1   🐾   PART 2  🐾

- Taehyung’s smile, waiting to welcome any hybrid to the farm and offer them a bunk and a cup of tea or coffee, does wonders for your retention rate at the farm.

- Pretty soon more hybrids are staying more nights or asking you how long they can stay. And you always reply “as long as you need too” (though there are a few who just only stay a few days to rest and recuperate and then move on, the deer hybrids are particularly nomadic) but the bunk beds in the first finished barn fill up over the course of the first month. 

- It's you who has the idea to put up ads in newspapers and at bus stops for humans who want to help hybrids but can’t take any in. You get quite a few calls from people who have seen their neighbors beating their hybrids, or who have found injured hybrids along the road. 

- You even get a call from a hospital at one point. Pet stores call too- having picked up hybrids from the streets, or have hybrids that have grown too old- haven’t been adopted after a few months or like they call it ‘excess stock’. Even though it seems horrible to think of them that way, to most of the world hybrids are little more than possessions.  

- You and Namjoon always drive and pick whoever it is up rain or shine. You get calls in the middle of the night and have to leave immediately despite the fact that you’re getting more obviously pregnant day by day, and your baby bump fully visible to outsiders, unconcealable under all but the baggiest of shirts. 

- Namjoon’s slowly growing collection of red flannel shirts (really he only likes the red ones) is your favorite thing to raid on the days that you’re feeling particularly self-conscious about your body. And it always makes your puppy a certain kind of needy, wanting to have you close always (which is a plus, not that you’d ever tell Namjoon what his whines do to you) 

- When it comes to giving up unwanted hybrids, Very few people argue with the crazy pregnant lady and her intimidating hybrid with the scarred face. And if they do argue, a stack of money is usually enough to convince even the most reluctant of people to part with their hybrids. 

- The most you’ve ever had to pay an owner to give up their already unwanted hybrid is around 1,000 dollars, and too you- they’re worth much more than that. to see the way they change when they suddenly find themselves safe for the first time in their lives- it’s priceless to you and namjoon. 

- It breaks your heart when you take them home, and the first few days, where they watch everything like it might disappear, when they walk on eggshells of their old lives, so worried that they’re going to be thrown out. When they hoard food worried it’s going to be taken away, flinch at every raised hand. it breaks your heart, but it also makes you feel accomplished when they slowly start to heal, start to laugh louder than they ever have, start to joke and play over meal times, seak you out for a reassuring heat pet. 

- And although you hold more than a dozen certificates of ownership at a time, you’re clear to any hybrid that walks onto your property that they’re their own person, that they owe you nothing and that their freedom and autonomy will be given the second they ask for it. 

- No matter who they are or where they came from, their age, what kind of ears they have on the top of their heads, they are given a bunk, a fresh change of clothes (or two) and at least 2 meals a day. though- mealtimes are easily the hardest part of your operation and the thing that gives you the biggest headache. Making sure you’ve made enough food for everyone after the bunk beds fill up very very quickly when word starts to get around in the stray community. 

- luckily- you had the forethought to expand your kitchen, and now you have 3 ovens, a larger than average dishwasher, 2 sinks, and industrial-sized refrigerators in the cellar. Meals become the most important and most involved part of your day. You’re thankful that a few of the hybrid who has come to stay with you- particularly the cat hybrids, seems to have a knack for cooking who often let themselves into the first level of your house before the sun rises- their nocturnal inclinations useful for once.

- it’s quite the shock, the first day you walk downstairs at 6am, intent on starting breakfast, only to find 3 cat hybrids- one arrived yesterday- a middle-aged forest cat with little tufts on the end of her ears named Heesun, who is already pressing a warm cup of tea into your hands and telling you to sit down. The rest of the cats buzzing around your kitchen, the smell of frying vegetables and eggs already tickling at your nose. “are you sure you’ve got everything?” 

- “of course! when the others told me that you usually cook the food in the mornings- i didn’t think that was right you see- you’re doing so much for us here- let us do this” you watch as she divides labor, the other two cat hybrids following her lead, you ask, and the hybrid tells you she used to be a cook for the family she used to live with. you don’t ask what emancipated her out of their care, Heesun had shown up on the edge of the farm yesterday with a noticeable limp. 

- It’s not surprising to you that after a few days Heesun asks you if she can become a permanent resident of the farm. Any hybrid is free to leave when they want but most choose to stay and contribute. It’s a little surprising, the first day you walk out your front door to find one of the hybrids sweeping up some leaves, or when one of them comes to get Namjoon’s help repairing the side of one of the barns.

- At first- both of you are adamant apposed to them helping, but Taehyung helps mediate between the main house and the hybrids in the barns. And the 10 or so that have stuck around who express to you that it would make them feel more comfortable staying here if they could help out. 

- And it’s not like you don’t need the help- because really, as the population of the farm exceeds 20, you really really do. 

- They mostly run the chore system themselves, Namjoon and Taehyung keep a running list of chores that need to be done and guide a few groups in the morning that want to work. All hybrids who stay contribute in some way, Weather that is with the bunny hybrids that run around doing laundry and sweeping, and cleaning to their heart's content or the bear hybrids led by Taehyung. Everyone has their jobs. 

- You have three bear hybrids in total, Tae, a small honey-colored bear named Beomgyu, and a panda hybrid named Jackson that help you collect the honey from beehives and sell it at the farmers market. Though Taehyung manages to eat more honey than they sell somehow and is constantly scolded by both Jackson and Namjoon (Even if the beehives where his idea). Most of the time when you see him- Tae has sticky cheeks.

- But Namjoon will basically let Taehyung get away with anything, seeing as the hybrid contributes the most to making the farm run smoothly. Taehyung is always egger to help you with anything that needs to be done unable to keep still. Whether that be runs to the store with you to buy mountains of food needed to feed everyone, Coupon clipping, or the general wrangling and organization. The more technical things, like fixing up some of the other buildings, like the chicken coop and actual animal barns that have fallen into disrepair, are left mostly to namjoon. 

- You’re given nearly 30 chickens and half a dozen sheep by a local after the owners of them get too old to properly take care of them. As much as they’re a headache access to more than three dozen eggs a day helps to cut down the cost of breakfast significantly. And you’re happy with the chickens because at the very least they aerate the soil and keep it free of bugs too, even if it means you need to fence in the vegetable garden that you’re cultivating to keep them away from the tomatoes. 

- Scrambled eggs with bacon, breakfast burritos, frittatas, and fried eggs are some of your breakfast staples. And you get more than a little help from some of the hybrids who have experience in cooking during meal times to feed the nearly 50 occupants of the farm by the end of the second month. 

- You’ve accumulated a few dog hybrids as well, Wide-eyed collie Dahyun, chow-chow Yugyeom, and muscly great-dane hybrid Shownu who help Namjoon whenever something needs to be moved, as well as an assortment of rare breeds like the lone alpaca hybrid Seokjin who takes care of the sheep when you have to shear them and spin the wool into fine quality yarn. 

- Seokjin is a quiet hybrid, uncannily taciturn despite his kind face. he can often be found in the workshop at the south end of the property, his hair blonde and poofy hiding his soft pink ears. Piling the mountains of wool into vats of dyes and setting others out to dry, whistling along to the radio as he weaves it. the hybrid is quiet- and prefers his space from the bustle of the center of the property. Namjoon likes to help him when he can, and you’ve seen the way that the usually taciturn hybrid turns smiley when namjoon is around. 

- There is always someone volunteering to do the countless other little jobs and things that the hybrids do or make to help give back to you. Most of them want to do as much as they can, even though there are still days where there simply isn’t a lot of work to do outside of mealtimes. 

- At night, when you retreat to your house after dinner with Namjoon, happy for a little bit of calmness in your kitchen so late. You’ll hold his hand, let him spin you to the tune of whatever plays out of the radio, and thank him for finding you again after you disappeared into yourself for a little while after your husband's death. You don’t feel quite so sad anymore, with the hybrids here- you have a purpose again. 

- The large fortune you have from your late husband is barely dented by the start-up costs and day-to-day costs of running the farm. And since you got licensed by the state as a hybrid rehabilitation center you have no shortage of funding or generous donations by the countries rich looking to deduct from their taxes too. The same rich people that stop by in their fancy cars and barely used trucks to see the farm, often asking to adopt, as enamored with the hybrids as you are. 

- There is a long judgment period before you sign over anyone, and more than once you have declined an offer after the hybrid in question tells you they’re unsure. Sometimes there are red flags, the way the children act almost fearful, and a lack of care shown during mealtimes or something else that leads you to believe that they will be neglected. The ones you do part with give you a hug, often almost not wanting to let go, some of them choking out ‘thank you’s’ and ‘please never close’ that make every bit of effort worth it.

- You keep a logbook, of every hybrid that comes to stay and when they leave, even some come back more than once, every now and then. At the top of the page is namjoon’s signature, and next is taehyungs, and then on and on. you fill up the first page, and then the second, and then the third with names. 

- All the hybrids know that they won't leave with anyone unless they want to. You hold adoption weekends every month or so to help mitigate some of the influx, but you never turn anyone away who comes to stay. There are some hybrids that come stay at the farm and still want a home of their own, which is the primary reason why you start to have open houses and adoption weekends. 

- You devise a system, red tags on clothing to indicate a hybrid that doesn’t want to be adopted, yellow for the ones that might be but need space, and green name tags for those who want to be adopted. 

- The first time you have one of these weekends, 3 months after the death of your husband, you leave Namjoon’s choice of which sticker he wants up to him. He rolls his eyes at you before slapping 5 red stickers on his lapel just for good measure, really? Why would you expect any differently?  

- “Whose going to love a washed-up old soul like me anyway?” Namjoon says over dishes, helping you finish up the few that are leftover from breakfast. The hybrids that normally help are out meeting with the ten or so people that have come to adopt today. The words sound so sour, much more than he wanted them too.  

- You snort, rubbing at a dish harder, splashing the grease onto the front of your apron, angry, maybe it’s just the hormones. “I don’t know, me maybe.” Namjoon looks up abruptly; nearly dropping the dish he’s drying. You take it from his hands and put it on the counter, and you might be smaller than him by nearly a foot but he still feels shy. his cheeks pinking as he looks down at you. 

- “No ones- no ones ever loved me.” Namjoon says in a rush, not sure why he’s saying it, because you know- if anyone in the world knows Namjoon it’s you. your batterd soul matches his. 

- You tilt his chin down to yours, “no one has ever said it to me and meant it either. But I love you Joonie- you have to know that by now- of course I want you to stay for good.” 

- And then suddenly Namjoon is kissing you feverishly, sloppily despite the fact that his body is brimming with careful intent. And it may not be the first kiss you’ve shared- there have been more than a few in the shadowed shared moments In the morning. Mostly chaste pecks of the lips or kisses to your forehead or the ones to your tummy that namjoon knows make you feel a little sad. But for all intents and purposes, this is the only kiss that matters. The kisses that come after the first “I love you” are always sweeter than candy.  

- You thread your fingers through his hair and pull, making tingles erupt like starlight down his spine. Namjoon almost growls into your mouth as he reaches down to grip underneath your thighs where your ass meets your hips. Picking you up as gently as he can manage and placing you on the butcher-block countertop next to the sink. 

-  Your nails rubbing along the curve where his ears connect to his scull and he pulls you closer, always closer, dissatisfied with your nearness even though you’re pressed against him completely and he can feel the gentle swell of you through his clothes. your legs parted so he can step between them. Namjoon wants to not be able to tell where your skin begins and his ends. Your hands run up and down his chest, pushing his flannel off of his shoulders, so you can feel his biceps, the strength there in them taught. 

- Your dress hiking up to the point where it’s verging on lewd as his hands grab fistfulls of your plush thighs. He grips the weight you’ve gained there through your pregnancy and almost groans as he smooth’s his hands up over your curves unable to get enough of the way his fingers press into your supple skin. “Fuck, do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that? To touch you? i love you too- so much it hurts sometimes.”

- You’re looking up at him, already looking needy and wrecked the spaghetti strap of your dress sliding off your shoulder, as you nod and Namjoon wants more than anything to keep kissing you, to never stop, he never will if you let him.  

- He feels like he almost wants to devour you nipping lightly at the skin exposed by that fallen strap. As your fingers hover around the nape of his neck, answering his question with a broken whimper as he nips along your clavicle to your neck. Drunk on the smell of you, feeling like his soul is bare but safe in your hands. “I love you- god I love you so much, please can - can i- touch you?” 

- You feel almost incredulous, you head spinning with the knowledge that Namjoon loves you, he loves you, and you love him. You nod your ascent, and After everything, you’d never honestly believed that you’d ever be kissed again, much less that you’d ever be kissed like this. You tug up the hem of his shirt to dig your fingers into hips, dragging them carefully down his stomach without using your nails, the gentleness of the touch making him groan.

-  You can feel his heartbeat in your fingertips, the rapid rhythms of each heart beating in time as Namjoon kisses down your chest, mouthing roughly at your nipple through the fabric, careful not to nip, you’re already keening, your breasts so sensitive to his gentle but hungry ministrations. 

- Before it can go any further a cat hybrid, a small tortashell cat named Irene whose missing the tip of one of her ears from her last owner opens the front door looking for you- announcing a few people come for the open house, shocked to find the scene before her. And before she can manage more than a squeak Namjoon is snarling at her to leave without words. 

- He’s flushing so hard at being caught that you can’t help but laugh, as he turns from sultry to painfully shy. After a few more kisses and a frustrated groan on his part, you go back outside to join the adoption day festivities. 

- You get the call to pick up a golden retriever hybrid much like you would get any other call.

- It’s the second you’ve gotten in the last week and it’s only Thursday, though the first hybrid of the week has been clear that she wants to be re-adopted as soon as possible. You get the call and a blurry picture as proof, a brutish man with a hand tugging a small blonde head with golden ears as curly as the rest of his head. the neighbor tells you he’d seen the man beat the hybrid out in the yard, heard his cries of stop- and though of your add in the paper. 

- You and namjoon leave soon after dinner in your old red truck, before you go Taehyung assures you that he’ll make sure everyone cleans up from dinner and that the two child hybrids that came to stay last week will be in bed before 10. It honestly endears you that Taehyung takes on an older brother role with a lot of the younger hybrids, who during free hours, can be found bothering the bear hybrid to play games or let them steal spoonful’s of honey from the storeroom.  

- The drive is long, the day fading into night as you and Namjoon take mile after mile to heart. He switches off with you on the straightaways. You’ve been trying to teach him how to drive over the past few months (with many quaint misshapes where he accidentally knocked over your mailbox and a street sign or two, it’s a good thing your old truck is incredibly sturdy). 

- You whistle along with the song on the radio and namjoon smiles over at you, you're leaning your cheek on the door, hanging your head out of the open window the warm spring air tickling your long hair, your smile soft and happy. The love he has for you overflowing in his chest, thick and sweet like hidden honey. He might not say he loves you often, but you can taste it on his lips every time he kisses you, since the first confession, the kisses have come every day. 

- Namjoon still gets a little misty-eyed if he thinks about it too much. How much better you’ve gotten in the past few months since you’ve opened your home and started helping hybrids. He knows what it means for you to be able to help others out of situations like this. 

- With most pick-ups and house calls, you’re never sure what you’re driving into. Namjoon is always a little worried, unsure what kind of danger they’re going to find at the end of their journey. 

- Namjoon always anticipates the day that the human owners become violent, and his protective instincts go haywire whenever Namjoon has to leave you near someone abusive. Dredging up memories from a time that you’re both desperately trying to forget, but he’d never ask you to stop coming on these runs.

- This is why when you get to the house on the edge of the city where Namjoon used to work he lets you handle the transactional part of this, it helps that you’re very convincing. 

-The large jean jacket that was Namjoon’s at one point but has become yours pulled snugly over your stomach. You answer the door, talk to the owner weave a story of a widow who needs help on their farm. The man smells distinctly of alcohol and cheep cigars, namjoon sees you holding your breath- even as the conversation becomes less than cordial. Namjoon stops the door from closing in your face by shoving his foot into the door. 

- “I’ll level with you asshole,” you say, “you can either take my money and hand over the hybrid now- or I can go to the police with this” you hold out your phone and the video. “The fine for abusing hybrids is just about as much as what I’m offering to take him off your hands. Either way he’s coming home with me tonight. You can either make 500 dollars tonight or lose it- your choice.”  

- Through the whole conversation, Namjoon stands behind you, a silent sentinel even as the owner of the hybrid raises his voice. You argue more, but eventually, he agrees. Namjoon goes to retrieve the hybrid after a small nod from you; you’ve got this handled, Namjoon follows his nose.  

- Over the past few years, Jimin has become accustomed to just about every kind of abuse there is. 

- Even when he sleeps, adrenaline lugs it’s way through his veins ready to jump at the slightest indication of his owner coming down the hall. He knows he shouldn’t sleep right now, get it when he can, but the concussion he got earlier today makes his head feel heavy and nausea still rolls in his belly. 

- He lies- hides- underneath his bed; an old military cot in the cold garage. Not that he ever sleeps on top of it- it’s safer to sleep underneath. That way if his owner comes in later at night he’ll think Jimin has fucked off to some other corner of the house.

- He knows the concussion is all his own fault- he’d been stupid- but he’d just wanted to shower, to get some of the grime out from under his fingernails, he hadn’t expected his owner to come back from wherever he disappeared to so soon. Jimin shivers as he remembers the jarring crack of his own head hitting the rocks outside where he’d been tossed outside. His memories after that were muddled with pain, though he was certain he’d vomited at one point from the taste in his mouth.

- You weren’t supposed to sleep when you had a concussion right? That was dangerous right? Jimin was trying to remember, lying on the side of his face that wasn’t bruised to all high heaven. He freezes when he hears the voices in the kitchen, but relaxes. If people are here that means his owner probably won’t bother Jimin tonight. 

- he might be able to get to the bathroom later and dab some cool water on his face, maybe sneak a few handfuls of something from the kitchen. Always small portions so that his owner couldn’t tell Jimin had taken anything- he couldn’t handle another beating so close to this one. Hunger eats his way through his stomach. 

- But then he hears the footsteps and thinks that maybe he isn’t so lucky tonight. he presses himself closer to the wall, tucking his knees up to his chest.  

- But why are the footsteps a different pattern, what is that scent? it smells like another hybrid- a little spicy musk twined in with pine. Jimin doesn’t like strange smells. The door opens slowly, and the scent seeps in further, along with- what could that be? The scent of something delicate and sweet clinging to the hybrid as strong as his own scent, milky and soft, and inexplicably vulnerable.

- He watches as the stiff workboots come into view, At this point, jimin can tell that it’s definitely not his owner.

- Namjoon finds Jimin curled up under his bed in the garage, and beacons him out in his calm voice, careful not to get close and startle him. “Come on out pup- we’re here to take you somewhere safe, I promise I will let no harm come to you again.” jimin eases when he sees the hybrid ears- another hybrid like him! another dog, his tail gives a single wag. “mm not a pup- i’m just small,” 

- Jimin pears out from under the bed at him, ears pinned to his head in fear. the hybrid looks fierce and intimidating with the scars on his face that jimin almost flinches back. But the wide worried eyes that he can see underneath those scars, the muted dimples stretching into a worried smile. 

- Jimin has been so downtrodden on his entire life that he doesn’t really believe Namjoon when he repeats the words, “we’re here to take you somewhere safe?” jimin dosent believe him- but at the same time, he thinks that nowhere could be worse than right where he is.  

- The other hybrids smile is kind, and dimply, despite the scars that mark his face as he sits on the ground so he dosent have to bend over to see under the cot. “sorry, it’s hard to get a good look at you, i’m namjoon, you’re Jimin right?” 

- Jimin crawls out from under his cot in the garage slowly, the room spinning.  half expecting the other hybrid to get tired of his slowness and yank him out. his owner did that sometimes when he felt like Jimin was being disrespectful of his time. Namjoon winces outwardly when Jimin’s left side turns towards the light, and Jimin knows that it can’t look good. He can barely see out of his eye after all the skin tender and swolen under his hands. 

- He’s mindful of all the dust on his clothes and the tare in the left leg of his red shorts, brushing a dust bunny off his side, suddenly feeling lacking in front of the well taken care of hybrid.  

- He follows a pace behind Namjoon back into the living room, his owner stands with you, you’re shorter but holding your own with sharp stubborn eyes. A human, so this must be Namjoon’s owner. The second your eyes fall on Jimin, on his swollen side of his face, your eyes turn softer and definitely angrier. 

- The scent of flowers and cream hits Jimin like a wave so pungent that it fills his nostrils and overwhelms him a little, it’s not unpleasant- just unexpected- and when he sees you he understands why. Though you’re obviously trying to conceal your pregnant stomach your scent is a dead giveaway every hybrid in a mile radius probably can smell you.  

- Jimin can see Namjoon straighten up a little, becoming more protective the closer they get to Jimin’s owner, who doesn’t look happy (not by a long, astronomical shot) Jimin shivers as he turns his eyes on him, his arms crossed, and Namjoon instinctually steps in front of Jimin to hide him from view. Jimin sways on his feet. 

- You plunge your hand into your bag by your side, pulling out a stack of bills, for a moment jimin almost wants to stop you- tell you that he’s not worth that much, but Namjoon holds out a hand, almost pressing it to Jimin’s chest to keep him from doing so. 

- The money is counted, “good riddance useless mutt,” his owner spits after he signs over the adoption documents to you.  Jimin’s flinch is sobering, his owner laughs. Namjoon actually shoves him back The saliva hitting Jimin’s feet as he reels, and you lay a gentle arm around his shoulders, guiding him outside. Sending a final glare in the direction of the man. 

- Jimin can barely process any of it through the spinning in his head, a spinning that moderately stops the second he gets outside into the cool air of the May evening. The scent of flowers and pine in his nose and the taste of blood in his mouth.  

- You soothe him with a soft voice once they’re out of earshot and take a quick look at Jimin’s half swollen face. A cellphone flashlight in his face and thundering in his ears. Momentarily blinding him. Jimin closes his eye as the pads of your fingers turn his chin this way and that to assess his wounds. “Do you think you need to go to the hospital Jimin?” you ask, careful to stay quiet and delicate with him.

- In the window of Jimin’s old house, the curtain twitches, and Namjoon knows they need to leave soon. Bad will and money lead to safety that only lasts so long, and they definitely don’t need the cops called on them especially after Namjoon shoved him, hybrids have been sent to jail for less. 

- “No, I think I’ll be fine” Jimin mumbles, unable to resist leaning into your hand, so soft, your scent making him feel almost hazy and out of it than his probable concussion does. And Namjoon freezes, reminded that not too long ago that you looked like this too- that he was the one leaning into your hands. The memory hits him so violently that he whines, low in his throat. Jimin looks up, ears flicking agitated like he’s asking what wrong, sending a panicked glance between the two of you defaulting to namjoon, the elder hybrid, to know what to do around you- his new owner. 

- “let me- let's get you into the car” namjoon grips jimin around the top of his arms and lifts him in, his skinned knee resisting the bend that would be needed to pull himself up into the back seat. He sits tense and curled up before you remind him that he can stretch out. and he settles onto the seat with his his back up against one side, and his feet pressed against the opposite door. the back window open to let the night air wip in. 

- You stop at the gas station and give Jimin ice for his black eye and some food and snacks, which he gobbles up hungrily. He’s so preoccupied with food, that he dosent notice Namjoon’s dimpled smile in the mirror after Jimin groans at how good the gas station burrito tastes, licking his fingers with a pop. You give Namjoon a soft, knowing look when his tail thumps against the seat. he tosses Jimin two more bags of chips and a sweet elecrtolite drink, and watches expectantly to see more of Jimin’s happy little whines and pleased grumbles. and you stifle a huffing laugh. 

- Namjoon can’t help it, the hybrid in the back seat looks so thin, almost startlingly so; he’s smaller than average too- probably malnourished. Namjoon’s natural caregiver instincts flaring up and demanding to be satisfied so desperately that he even tosses his flannel over him when he sees the hybrid shiver. You sent Namjoon a curious look, and he hides his flush by turning to watch the roadside. 

- Jimin stretches out across the back seat with Namjoon’s giant flannel thrown over his shoulders, checking to make sure neither of you is looking back at him before he presses the collar to his nose and takes a deep breath of your combines scents, trying to reconcile his senses with what surely must be a dream. 

- This has to be just a concussion dream jimin decides, what else would his mind come up with, other than a sweet fantasy. Someone comes to take him out of the hell his life was, give him food. He wants to take in everything, the smell of the night air, the silhouette of your face in the headlights, namjoon’s ears poking out above the headrest. 

- He hovers on Namjoon’s hand entwined with yours over the center console, the hand that Namjoon occasionally reaches out to rest against your swollen stomach, gently drawing lazy circles as you pull onto the main road.

- Yup, Jimin decides, this is definitely a dream, but he hopes it’s real.  The last little bit of hope feels almost stupid to have, for hybrids like Jimin, there are very rarely happy endings.

- He falls asleep by the time you reach the highway, lulled by the thrumming road and the oldies song faintly playing out of the crackly speakers of the beat-up truck. His last thought before sleep takes him is hope. 

-  Jimin hopes with the last shred of himself that is joyful and kind and not purely concerned with survival that this is not a dream, and that where he is going will be a little bit better than where he just was. 

- Even just a little bit better than this dream, he doesn’t even need anything like the affection burning in both of your eyes or the kindness you’ve shown him, if he can just lay his head down and rest without being worried he’ll be woken up with pain and fear again, that will be enough. 

- To Jimin, the farm is an Eden.

( my Kofi )