#animation bootcamp

[katzske]

Job interview at the Intelligence Department.

There's this 3d animation with aliens floating around on my for you page so I had to recreate it with these guys.

[exasperatedoctopus]

Can we contemplate the world-building implications in Transformers Animated when Sentinel gives all his little bootcamp victims their names? Please? I’m squinting suspiciously.

Did they not have names before?? Do you not get an official name until you get official military training??? You get an army nickname and that who you are forever, no takebacks. Bumblebee is a bumbler one time in front of Sentinel and that’s his life forever now.

[twinkskeletons]

learning how to draw doggys

[she-toadmask]

Idk if it fits with the theming of the rest of the fic I'm planning but concept:

Bumblebee who's a little smarter (because Longbee) realizing that a double agent in the stockades wouldn't be very useful and takes the partial transmission to mean there are two double agents: Wasp, who failed, and someone else who's still on Cybertron

Obviously he tells Longarm about this and tells him to be careful

[rellbot]

weebs

[just-absolutely-super]

before his title was Prime, Sentinal was called "Minor"

and if he and Optimus climbed the same ranks...

Optimus Minor.............no

[thedevmaster-tdm]

STOP Using Fake Human Faces in AI

[toonzacademy]

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[sishsash]

this is the shakiest walk cycle ever but given i am still getting used to my drawing tablet and also tried to recreate it roughly from memory i'm still pretty satisfied with it haha

[ldydeath]

The Hardest Goodbye | Kang Dae-ho

Summary: Your boyfriend is heading off to the Marines. You two try to give each other the last perfect day.

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: This fic takes place well before he joins the games. As always, if you'd like to be tagged please let me know!

Tomorrow was the day. The day your world would change forever and you were just supposed to lay here in this bed and pretend like the air wasn’t getting sucked out of your lungs. You rolled onto your side, taking in every aspect of your boyfriend. Daeho was sleeping peacefully, oblivious to your stares. His chest rising and falling as the blankets slid down his perfect chest. You reached out, moving his hair off his face so you could take in his appearance. You’d miss that long gorgeous hair of his. You’d miss everything about him, really.

He stirred at your touch, his eyes opening slowly, a small grin spreading across his face. “Morning.” His voice raspy with sleep and you leaned him, giving him a slow passionate kiss. His arms reached out, drawing you in closer, neither of you wanting to let go of this moment. It was the last time you’d be waking up next to each other for a long while.

Daeho was leaving in the morning for bootcamp, he’d taken his dads advice and joined the Marines. Your heart had broken when he’d given you the news. Of course you were happy for him - if this is what he wanted to do, but you were going to miss him.  You had woken up next to each other every morning for the past two years and now you were just supposed to live in this apartment alone? It didn’t feel right.

“Come on, we have plans.” You sighed as you untangled yourself from him, getting out of bed slowly. 

There was no rush to get through this day. Tonight he’d go to his parents for a final night with them and you’d meet them before he’d head out. You watched from the bathroom mirror as he put his hair in a bun, his eyes wandering down to yours and he grinned, giving you a wink before walking out of the bathroom. 

After you were both ready, he grabbed your hand and headed out of the apartment. You two had an entire day planned of exploring the city you called home, going to all of Daeho’s favorite places that he wouldn’t be to visit for a long while. The perfect last day before you’d have to go months without seeing each other.

It was cruel, the way every man had to enlist. It was only two years, you knew that. But right now two years felt like a lifetime. What was the point in all of this if you two couldn’t be together?

“You ok?” His voice broke you from your thoughts and you looked up at him, a smile on your face.

“Yeah. I was just thinking about how I can’t wait to get rid of you. You’re such a giant pain in my ass.” You teased. He chuckled, pulling you closer to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. 

Neither of you were ready for the distance you were about to face, so he’d keep you close to him for as long as he could. If he’d had it his way the two of you would’ve never gotten out of bed that morning, but he knew that would just make it even harder for him to leave in the morning. That was part of the reason he’d decided to stay with his family this evening. Leaving you was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. He knew if he had to leave while you were sleeping peacefully next to him he’d never make it out the door. 

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder, or so they say. You’re going to be ready to jump my bones when I get back.” He winked at you and your stomach flipped. He was so damn attractive when he did that.

“Maybe.” You shrugged, hiding just how much he affected you. 

“I know you had a whole day planned for us, but I had something else in mind.” You raised a brow as he smirked at you. 

Daeho turned on his heels, leading you towards the opposite end of town. You followed him silently inside a cute little pet shop, confusion evident on your face. Why had he brought you here of all places? Sure, you loved animals but this seemed like such an odd time to be bringing you here. You followed him towards one of the crates where a cute Jindo puppy was staring up at you both. He reached down, picking her up and turned to face you.

“You’re going to need someone else to take care of while I’m gone.” He shrugged, placing the puppy into your arms.

“She’s adorable, Daeho. But are you sure a puppy is a good idea right now?” He just simply nodded his head before heading towards the front of the shop. 

It took about ten minutes for him to fill out the adoption papers, names running through your head while you waited. Nothing good was coming to mind yet, but you weren’t worried. As long as the little angel had a name by the time his enlistment was done, it would be fine. 

“Let's take her home. There’s one more thing I need to do.” You were skeptical, him changing plans on you was unusual, but you followed him home all the same.

Once you were inside, Daeho moved to the front closet pulling out all kinds of items for the dog - a bed, food, food bowls, toys. It seemed he’d been planning this for a while. It amazed you how well this man could keep a secret from you. Were you really that oblivious? 

You let out a laugh, setting down your dog, before walking over to him to place a kiss on his cheek. His eyes closed, relishing in the closeness of you as his arm wound its way around you again. You would never be close enough. Not to make up for two years of you not being there.  He pulled away, clearing his throat and led you to the couch. 

“I wasn’t going to do this here, but when I got to thinking about it, this is the perfect place. We said I love you here for the first time. I asked you to move in right on this very couch. It seems fitting.” You raised a brow but before you could speak Daeho was on his knees in front of you.

Your breath caught in your throat as he slid a ring out of his pocket. This man. Really? A dog and a proposal before he left? And all you’d prepared was last night. 

“Daeho-” You started but he shushed you, grabbing your hands. His fingers rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

“I love you. I want to come home to you after this. Forever. There is nobody else for me. Marry me?”  You nodded, a silent yes leaving your lips as he slid the ring on your finger. 

“You’re really something, you know that?” You peppered his face in kisses, pulling up on the couch to sit next to you. “I love you.” 

You didn’t know how long you two sat together, arms round around each other, enjoying the silence of being just you two for one last time. As the world turned dark around you, Daeho placed a kiss on your head before gently moving himself from you. He disappeared down the hall, your nameless pup following him and your heart ache when he returned with his bags. 

It didn’t seem real, getting engaged and him leaving you all at the same time. You stood up, meeting him at the door and swallowed the lump in your throat.  There were so many things you wanted to say. How much you loved him, how much you’d miss him. How there was obviously nobody else but words escaped you as he leaned down, kissing you so passionately you weren’t sure you were going to let him leave.

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips. You could feel his wet tears on your cheeks and you looked up to see his tear stained face. You wiped his tears away, kissing him gently once more and choked back a sob.

“I love you more. I’ll see you in the morning.” It was a lie, you both knew you weren’t seeing each other the next day, it would be too hard for him to leave if he had to say goodbye to you in the morning. That was why you’d agreed to do this now. His family would see him off. You walked over to the side table, grabbing a letter and handed it to him. “Don’t read it until you’re on the bus tomorrow.”

He nodded, putting the letter into his jacket pocket and leaned in to kiss you once more. With a sigh, he opened up the front door and headed out without looking back. You chewed on your bottom lip, watching as he slipped into his car. You didn’t move from your spot until well after his car was no longer in view. Now all you had was time. But you knew when he’d come home all this pain would be so worth it. You just had to wait.

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[ladyhallen]

Solving the Wonder Woman Problem

So, for the past few days, I've been reading DC (specifically batman) and PJO crossover.

Let me preface this in that I only vaguely know people's origin stories in DC and that I mostly know PJO, even if slightly faded since I haven't read it in a while. I'm basing Wonder Woman's origin story from the movies.

Now, it's a delicious crossover. There's heroes (JL) and then there's Heroes (PJO Demigods). These nice, morally upright people might also have some opinion on the survival rates on demigod children, child neglect, etc. And there's also the potential hilarity of these two worlds interacting, because some abilities these kids have are just straight up terrifying and we need some normal people reactions to this shit.

But, and it's a small but, I've noticed a glaring issue.

And Yes, it's Wonder Woman.

Look, in Diana's origin story, she was crafted from clay, given life by Zeus himself and stuff. Okay, cool.

However, if both these worlds exist in the same plane of existence, it also presents a problem. Because why would Diana, who left Themyscira (who has her mother, and her sisters and was basically paradise) to fight for the good of the world of man(which, arguably, is not paradise. It's very far from it.), leave these underaged heroes to fight two wars with basically no support? Hmm?

Most authors I've found, would either do the following:

Make Diana unaware that the demigods exist, which. HMM. Sus.

Make Diana Not Care/Not Realize that the Second Titanomachy and the Second Gigantomachy was actually the war these kids were fighting.

Make Her be OffWorld at the time. (Which I haven't seen many people do?

You can see the problem.

Solution:

The Romans.

No no, don't boo. I'm not done, I'm not crazy, I have a point!

Let me Just paint the scenario for you.

It's WWII, and Diana is newly arrived to the World of Man, and she decides to fight in the war.

In the PJO books, it was said that the involvement of the demigods caused the war to escalate to crazy proportions, so it's not out of left pocket for Diana and some demigods to meet, do the spiderman pointing meme, and then realize some truths here.

But here's the thing.

What if the demigods she meets are Roman demigods?

Think about it. Those Roman kids thrive on structure. On orders. On following rules. There's only two ways a kid raised on that kind of environment would go. One, they would go completely the opposite way and be a wildcard and follow no rules, or Two, they would find comfort in the rigid structure of rules all their life.

Ergo, Roman demigods would mostly thrive in bootcamp and would probably excel at it. And then Meet Diana.

They become friends, etc, etc. It's a whole montage of two people realizing that they can relate to weird upbringings. Gotcha. (I mean, their demigod children, if not up to standards, are eaten by Lupa, WTF)

Now, how would the Romans lead to Diana not wanting to get involved in demigod affairs now?

Let's see, they called their city in Camp Jupiter New Rome. What did Rome have? A lot of assassinations, backstabbing and power grabbing. There were schemes and shit. Octavian was not an outlier, he was probably the mouthpiece a lot of discontented people in the senate.

In the PJO lore, it was said that the American Revolution was devastating to both camps, because they didn't get a long and it was implied that the Original Festus fell because the camp was invaded. Thalia's tree didn't exist yet and so the magical border of the camp didn't exist either.

Bunker Nine's existence indicates that perhaps each of the gods have their own separate buildings. Maybe Cabin 6 had a library rivaling Alexandria, maybe Cabin 12 had a vineyard and sold wines. Who knows, perhaps Cabin 3 had a waterpark to help troubled ocean animals.

But the thing is, Bunker Nine's existence can stretch that to maybe, New Athens existing. Maybe there used to be a space for Greek demigods existing. Maybe that space was destroyed when the Romans invaded.

What makes the Roman-Greek war so hard and devastating, is that both sides have advantages and disadvantages over the other.

The Romans have a clear line of command, structure, they recruit from legacies etc. It also means they don't really think on the fly once command structure is broken.

On the other hand, the Greeks are descended more closely from the gods, and thus have stronger powers. They also don't always get along and sometimes work at cross purposes when irked (see, Apollo Cabin and Ares Cabin in TLO).

Enter Diana.

Look, I know I know that people's memories were erased so that both camps didn't know of the other's existence and that the American Revolution was entirely earlier than World War 2, but memories being erased doesn't erase entirely written records. War has transcripts, logs and maybe someone left a diary. Maybe someone figures it out. Maybe there's a second to the last Invasion of Camp Half Blood.

Picture this, one enterprising Roman Senator invites Diana during the invasion. Someone uses the Mist on Diana so she doesn't realize that she's fighting children.

Once the fighting ends and the haze of battle disappears, Diana realizes that she's devastated New Athens to rubble and weeps, realizing that she's been used.

Then and there, Diana swears on the River Styx that she won't interfere in demigod fights unless the gods themselves order her to.

This doesn't stop her from making safe spaces for demigods, but fighting for them? NOPE. Unless there's a direct order form on high, she won't do it. She's learned that lesson. She won't do it again.

Now, in the TLO, during the second Titanomachy, demigods do try to contact her, but she ain't falling for that again. No sirree. Chiron does a facepalm like, right, I forgot she swore on the Styx. He explains. The kids are devastated but understand. Lots of resentment, but they understand.

Now, the gods are lowkey aware of her, and that she could help. They assumed she would help. But they are not aware of her oath and are doing the pikachu surprised face when they seal Typhon and find no Diana helping the demigods defend Olympus.

I'm just saying. It's the Romans fault.

[germesthegenie]

So like how long were you Ward readers sitting and watching my liveblog waiting for me to get here?

Not quite at the end of Arc 10 (will follow up with those thoughts in a reblog probably) but thoughts so far + a bonus below:

Bonus: Cuff with her regular / Worm hair color

Arc 10 (Part 1 - 10.1 - 10.11)

Carol really coming back to try and reclaim the “Most Hateable Ward Character” throne. Hard Boil has made a pretty secure hold on that spot, but Carol is really, really trying here.

(10.1) “Mom the fuck up!” LETS GO SVETA 🗣️ TALK THAT SHIT

Liking how Ward keeps up the slower slice of life moments Worm had early on but kinda dropped after Leviathan (even if pacing at times does feel a bit weird). Sveta and Victoria’s day at the mall was a nice breather and developing her plotline

It’s feeling like Sveta’s the next focus now that Rain, Ashley, Kenzie, and Capricorn have had their moments and Chris has left the team. That could be good, but then considering how the interludes of the rest have gone, could be sad

Kenzie had a crush on Chris? 🥺

Doodle Idea: Chicken Little staring into the camera with a fisheye lens effect

Undersiders are back again! And Imp lost an arm maybe?

March time? And she’s working with the hate crime cape? Damn maybe she isn’t as cool as I thought

And Faultline Crew’s back! Brockton Bay reunion

Tattletale borrowing Coil’s strategy of “leaking key info to sabotage the enemy”, now let’s see if it pays off better than it did against the E88

(10.6) Rain. Phrasing ���. The rest of Breakthrough just going 🤨🤨🤨 killed me

Not Swansong scheduling Kenzie’s playdate she really is becoming her new mom

Sveta dysphoria :(

Was confused by the surprisingly intricate animated telenovela descriptions until I realized it was Kenzie making an auto rotoscope animation camera. Its on the smaller side of ridiculous cameras she’s made but still damn she is creative

Sidepiece and Disjoint almost sabotaging Breakthrough by making them look like freaks watching the video in public

Never ask anti-parahuman movements who they hire as muscle

(10.8) Victoria’s perspective on the Undersiders’ territories is interesting. Wonder what she thought of Skitter’s territory, which to my memory was relatively crimeless and provided for the community

(10.X) “Rex. Rex dead.” Why’d you do that power :(

(10.X) Golem Mention‼️ Nice to see he’s still active. Wonder if any of the others still are

(10.10) ^ Clueless

Poor Chicken Little, it’s like if Taylor joined the Undersiders with like 10 Alecs and Imps. He gets along better with them at least.

(10.X) I still got Monster and No Longer You to finish (they’re like in different states of completion atm)… but Chicken Little kinda has enough Telemachus energy that a follow up to We’ll be Fine might be put in the queue

(10.10) Oh hey its more Brockton Bay Reunions. Hi Weld Hi Laserdream Hi Vista Hi- GOLEM AND CUFF???

They’re still together, kicking warlords’ asses (as Weaver’s bootcamp taught them), Golem seems to be doing better and more comfortable with himself. Chicago Wards stay winning (except Wanton in the nebulous “maybe died onscreen” realm)

(10.10) Victoria and Sveta are Chicago Wards fans too, instantly elevating them in my internal ranking of Breakthrough (they were already at the top)

Everyone else outside of the Undersiders daring not to mention Taylor’s name after GM and then there’s Cuff who’s just “Ugh, Weaver.” It’s funny and also kinda fits with that fic I’m writing (also poor girl is never living the New Delhi V incident down lmao)

(10.10) TECTON MENTION‼️ Hoping he’s alive and still in the cape scene since the way Cuff said it feels a bit ambiguous. Same for Grace and Romp (thinking about it the latter could’ve maybe gotten along with the Major Malfunctions pretty nicely)

(10.10) Theo being the one to tell Victoria it was good she punched Nazis is great even without my bias. Helped him get a wakeup call kinda like Rain had without needing something like the mall incident

(10.10) Nice little coincidental cameo before we move on- THEYRE STILL HERE? I don’t dare get my hopes up past this arc but I am being fed

Dear god who invited the S9 crime scenes to the reunion too that is horrifying

(10.11) Ok they’ve been really mysterious about their new system for holding dangerous criminals. Like it seems bad enough Tattletale specifically wants a pass from it for her people, and even the heroes seem either in the dark on the details or iffy about them. Like what, are they dropping them to Earth Zayin?

[gamesetattach]

Coach Me Good, Sinner

Jannik Sinner x Reader Your boss has connections and now you're spending a company outing being charmed taught by the Jannik Sinner

The soft hum of the early morning air hung over the small Italian café, the streets just beginning to stir with the quiet rhythm of a new day. You stepped inside, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, cringing slightly at the cheerful tinkling of the bell above the door. You were not a morning person, and the fact that your boss had insisted everyone meet this early—on what was supposed to be a work retreat—felt like cruel and unusual punishment. But, as usual, you were the first one to arrive.

The smell of espresso and pastries was a small consolation as you ordered a cappuccino and picked a corner table near the window. It wasn’t until you settled into your seat that you noticed him. Sitting at the opposite end of the very narrow café was a tall man folded behind a small table with unmistakable red hair, a cup of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. Even in your groggy state, you recognized him: Jannik Sinner. You weren’t exactly a die-hard tennis fan, but his face had been impossible to miss in recent years, plastered across sports headlines and social media.

You glanced away quickly, not wanting to stare. He seemed relaxed, focused on whatever was on his phone. Still, you couldn’t help but steal a few more glances, and to your surprise, you caught him looking back once or twice. Each time, he returned his gaze to his phone, but there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips by the third instance.

“Well, this isn't awkward at all” you muttered to yourself, taking a sip of your coffee. Significant time had passed with just the two of you in the silent, cramped cafe; the rest of your team, and whatever surprise your boss had planned, was considerably late. You contemplated walking over to say hello many times, how often do you share coffee with a top-ranked tennis player––and maybe share was a strong word––but decided against it each time. He was clearly comfortable and here for a reason, and you didn’t want to be that person who disturbed his peace on a quiet day.

Slowly, your coworkers began trickling into the café, all looking as bleary-eyed as you felt. Your boss, however, was practically glowing with excitement, clapping his hands together as he announced, “Alright, everyone, order a coffee and sit down. I’ve got the surprise here for you.”

You glanced over at Jannik, who was now watching the theatrics unfold with mild amusement. Your boss continued, “As part of our team bonding, I’ve arranged something special. We’re going to spend the next two days in a tennis bootcamp, led by none other than Jannik Sinner and his coaching team!”

The room erupted into a mix of surprised gasps and enthusiastic chatter. You turned to look at Jannik, who was now standing and making his way over to your group, a polite smile on his face.

“Buongiorno, good morning,” he said, his tone polite but animated. “I’m looking forward to working with all of you. It should be fun.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly as you said, “I should’ve had you join me sooner. I had no idea we were both awkwardly waiting for the same reveal.”

He chuckled, his green eyes meeting yours briefly. “Maybe next time.”

---

The first day of the bootcamp was a mix of chaos and hilarity. Most of your coworkers were complete novices, their attempts at basic drills earning good-natured laughs from Jannik and his team. The atmosphere was light and supportive, with Jannik’s coaches offering tips while he occasionally stepped in to demonstrate techniques.

You, however, surprised yourself by picking up the basics faster than expected. A vague memory of tennis lessons from your childhood resurfaced, and while you weren’t great, you weren’t completely hopeless either. Jannik seemed to notice, and you caught him watching you a few times, a faint smile on his lips whenever you managed to execute a decent shot. You'd turn and wave off the few times he offered you approving shouts, shrugging off the flattery like it didn't affect you as much as it did.

“You’ve done this before,” he said during a water break, walking over to where you stood by the court.

“Barely,” you admitted, dabbing the bridge of your nose with a towel. “I took a few lessons as a kid, but I was never any good. My serve was always especially terrible if I remember right.”

He tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “Want to work on it?”

“Sure,” you said, a little too quickly. You felt a blush creeping up your neck as he grabbed a ball and motioned for you to step onto the court.

“Alright,” he said, positioning himself behind you. “Let’s start with your grip.”

You adjusted your hold on the racket as he instructed, but when it came time to mime the serving phases, you stumbled through the motions. “This feels wrong,” you said, laughing nervously.

“Here,” he said, stepping closer. Before you could process his proximity, his hands were placed over yours, guiding you through the motion. His chest was pressed lightly against your back, and you could feel the warmth of his breath near your ear as he explained the mechanics.

“Like this,” he murmured, gently moving your arm in an arc. “It’s all about the follow-through.”

Your heart was racing and your breaths shallowed, and it had nothing to do with the excercise. He repeated the movements for you a few more times in silence, his grip light but sure over your hands. When he finally stepped back, you took a second to face him, your cheeks hot. “Got it. I think.”

He smiled, his expression unreadable. “Good. Now try it.”

You managed a decent serve—not perfect, but far better than before. A miracle considering you barely followed his words while he was that close.

He clapped lightly, nodding in approval. “See? You’re a natural.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” you joked, though you couldn’t help but smile.

---

Throughout the day, your one-liners seemed to catch his attention more and more. During a drill, when your colleague managed to accidentally hit the ball over the fence after many tries of barely making it over the net, you couldn’t help but quip, “Well, at least someone’s got range.”

To your delight, you heard Jannik stifle down a laugh. He was shaking his head at you when you looked over, glancing away from the court as if to hide his smile.

Later, during a footwork exercise, you stumbled slightly and to recover, muttered, “Graceful as ever,” which earned you another soft chuckle from him.

“I think you may be tougher on yourself than I am,” he said, shaking his head. “Leave the critque to the coach.”

“You’ve got to stay humble,” you said with a grin. “Especially when you have as much potential as me.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching upward. “Oh yeah? Maybe you should try for a real tournament sometime.”

“I’ll stick to my day job, I don't want to rock the tennis world too hard.” you replied. “But thanks for the vote of confidence.”

---

By the end of the mini-tournament on the second day, your team was exhausted and exhilarated all at once. Jannik and his coaches had umpired the matches, offering commentary that ranged from technical advice to playful banter. While you didn’t win, you felt a sense of accomplishment for holding your own.

As the group gathered for a final, celebratory dinner, you found yourself glancing at Jannik across the room. He caught your eye and walked over, his hands in his pockets.

“Good job today,” he said, his tone warm. “You really do have potential.”

“Thanks,” you said, meeting his gaze. Emboldened by the wine you’d had earlier, you added, “So, what are the odds I could convince you to grab a coffee sometime? As a thank-you for not laughing too obviously at my rough serves.”

His smile widened, and you think you saw a flash of something like admiration in his expression. “I think I could be convinced. Are you free tomorrow?”

“It’s a date,” you said, grinning.

And as he walked away, you couldn’t help but acknowledge that this work retreat had turned into something far more memorable than you’d ever expected.

---

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[just-absolutely-super]

Sentinel gave the designated names for Bee, Bulkhead, and the others in their squad that's interesting

[lostlibrariangirl]

Week 3 - 2025

I finish the Santander Cybersecurity bootcamp! I loved the Kali Linux labs, and learned a lot about cybersecurity tools I wanted to know more about.

There is just one last module of my MBA and the final project to finish, too, which will open more agendas for the CISCO Ethical Hacker course I started, the technical readings I must do, and learning Power BI, which I will need in my new role/job.

I am glad I could find time to go out with my husband, have fun, buy a few things we needed, and adjust some exciting plans.

Worked hard last week, as, due to internal changes in the company that is hiring me (the one I already work for, but through a third party), I will work with Cybersecurity more closely: performing the overview and data analysis of the vulnerabilities from a department inside the company. Isn't it crazy? It will be great for my career plans, as this will provide me Cybersecurity experience (FINALLY)... I am happy, anxious, nervous, grateful... so many mixed feelings.

Well, I will give my best, will keep studying, organizing my finances, and going for my dreams, as things are already happening in my life (´⊙ω⊙`)！ To wrap it up: the profiterole picture is a homage to Mashle! What a great anime!!! I was reading the manga, and loved it, but the anime is so funny, he is lovely, and his friends are amazing (laughed and cried watching it). Finished the first and second seasons, and I cannot wait for the third. Also loving Spy Family and My Happy Marriage ༼♥ل͜♥༽ Have a great week guys ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶