#internship applications

[feverdreamsandlucidnightmares]

why the FUCK do I have to upload a resume and fill out a resume on your fucking job site why the fuck do you need both what the hell

[grimsshelves]

I just got asked during an online internship application what real or fictional person was, in my opinion, a caring one.

I thought for a minute, hesitated and finally put David Tennant.

What are they gonna do? Tell me I'm wrong?

[jivvie]

SO YEAH I LIKE MOONCOVEY

but what I really liked abt this season was that min ho still cares for kitty. yes, she rejected him on the plane and he probably spent winter break wondering why he confessed on the damn plane RIGHT AFTER DAE AND KITTY BROKE UP- but when kitty ends up talking to him, he understands the situation they both are in and they continue being friends with a side of teasing.

and yeah we didn’t get a lot of mooncovey screen time cus of stella and also they aren’t roommates anymore BUT WHEN THEY DO YOU CAN SEE HOW MUCH MIN HO CARES FOR KITTY

when kitty exposes stella to min ho and he believes she’s jealous, at the party, Min Ho listens to Q and asks Kitty for a dance. He pushes away the thought of Kitty being jealous and instead asks her as a friend. The first thing he says when Stella is threatening him is “if you dare touch kitty” (or smth like that). HE REALLY CARES FOR HER SO MUCH.

I saw @listentomerant’s post about xo kitty and they talked about how kitty falls in love through strong emotional bonds. I LOVE THIS POST SO MUCH ITS SO GOOD. Thats why Min ho being there for when Kitty needs someone or legit anyone makes this all the more worth it. He knows she’ll never think of him as more and he moves past that to become a better friend.

I’m glad that Kitty rejected him because this season gives more into their relationship. It isn’t just min ho having a “sex” dream about kitty and focusing on her more. We get to see kitty’s side (even if it was kind of short). We see her understand how reliable Min ho is even though she rejected him. He really does become the bigger person and although it might just be denial, this really shows how much better min ho is as a partner.

even with stella, min ho is just a good partner. stella wants to sing for the show, and because he sees how she stood up to his dad and how much she cares for him, he decides to ask. He was still rocky with his dad but because stella was a good person to him, he felt the need to give back to her.

If they had kitty accept min ho’s confession, it would really fall flat. Kitty just “fell out of love” with Yuri and broke up with Dae, and getting into a new relationship would honestly destroy their chemistry. Having a whole season to actually develop this relationship is more worth it instead.

sorry I went too into this. I know people are really upset about kittyuri and how they wrote yuri this season, but I really think that in the context of this season, min ho feels more reliable. I would love to see the writers next season pit yuri and min ho against each other (which would be super funny; imagine fighting against your older sister/younger brother to become the canon relationship) as it’d be very interesting, but I think we can tell mooncovey is most likely endgame.

[nanami-is-nanamean]

Yall. I have. An Idea.

Ignore the cookie run part bUT HEAR ME OUT-- nanago situation

Take my hand, imagine this, walk with me—

So, its been a long week for nanami again. Curses, injuries, people that he was supposed to protect in his missions—assigned sorcerers and civilians alike hurt or injured or worse, long hours, and barely any proper rest. This night is a slow night, a short reprieve before he throws himself back in the line of fire in this endless war against curses, before he drowns himself again in mission reports and obituaries, before the cycle begins again.

He can already feel the tension in his shoulders loosening at the prospect of a long and slow night dedicated to resting and pampering himself. And of course, he does the main thing that relaxes him the most—cooking and baking.

Yes, there's still a lot of work in the process of preparing and making food, but he finds a quiet tranquil in the precise measurements and temperatures of baking. Cooking makes him feel as if he's loosely painting on a canvas. Eitherway, the prep work helps erase the jitters from his muscles and everything he makes always ends up delicious.

Tonight, feeling rather festive and celebratory, nanami decides to make a strawberry shortcake. The light and delicate enough for his sugar averse palette, and enough sweetness to sate his partner's sugar addicted tongue. Everything went perfectly—the cake itself had a beautiful crumble, icing wonderfully light with that faint creamy sweetness, and the assortment of berries he mixed in with the strawberries were delightfully fresh. He places a little chocolate sign that he managed to scrounge together from gojo's sweets stash and... it was perfect.

Nanami should've known however that, if things were too perfect—it was inevitable for everything to come crashing down. Quite literally for his case. As he removed the perfect cake from its makeshift decorating stand, his hands—aching and exhausted from the week, had reached their limit. They trembled and jolted, the unsteady metal surface and motions causing his beautiful creation to topple and fall with a wet splat to the ground.

The world zeroed in at that singular moment in time, senses blocking out everything that wasn't the carefully crafted masterpiece laying on the ground. Shortcake bent in angles that it wasn't supposed to bend, exposing pale yellow crumb that was never supposed to be seen. Cut strawberries and fruit glistening red in the light of his kitchen, strewn and mixed about with the icing. Icing, thick and somehow light all at once, splattered across his shoes and floor.

Hysterically, he thought, it kind of reminds him of a dead body.

Cake as flesh and muscle, exposed to the world. Clumps of icing and berries acting like blood and gore strewn about the floor. In certain areas, where cake and icing peeled away from each other, it reminded him of open wounds—icing serving as both blood and flayed skin.

He worked so hard on it. And there it was. On the floor. So close to the counter and the plate that it was supposed to be on. And yet. It wasn't.

Each berry cut meticulously, to both preserve and bring out its beauty. Icing spread and piped in all manner of different decorations whilst also being wonderful on its own. Beautifully moist and fluffy shortcake, with the perfect texture.

Nothing else mattered in this moment but his wrecked cake.

He hadn't registered the door open, the tired yet cheery greeting of his husband, and the rushed steps of gojos shoes until he was pulled into his chest. And as he was pressed close to his husbands body, he realized that he'd also been crying. "Oh shit, shit, shit—Kento, baby, talk to me. What happened?"

Nanami opened his mouth to speak, only to let out a pathetic little croak. It seems that he also lost track of how long he's been there. Staring at his ruined cake. "Okay, okay," Gojo pulls him away to look into his eyes. Somehow the sight of them makes him sob. For real this time. If earlier, he only had streams of tears falling into his eyes, now nanami crumpled in gojos arms with great gasping sobs, shuddering on each breath. "Oh, fuck—Kento, lovely, talk to me! What happened?! Tell me, please."

At this, the man feels a shame so strong he feels its heat from his ears down to his shoulders. How ridiculous was it—him turning into a weeping mess over a bit of cake? But... it was still his cake. A cake that he put all of the stress and frustration and exhaustion of the week into. A cake that he made to celebrate making it through the week. A cake he made full of love for the two of them.

Gojo's questions were only met with more sobbing as Nanami quieted and hid his face in the crook of his neck. "Shit. Alright. Lemme get you situated on a couch, okay Ken? Your knees must be real tired, yeah?" "But... the cake." Finally, a word from his distraught love. "Yeah? What about the cake, love?" Nanami buried himself harder into his neck, before abruptly pulling away—rubbing a hand down his blotchy, red, tear and snot streaked face. "I— It's just— It's utterly ridiculous and pointless, Satoru. It's nothing."

"What? What is? It can't not be important if you've been sitting here crying all evening? What is it, Kento?" "It's cake. I've just—I've been crying over ruined cake, Satoru. It's utterly childish and ridiculous of me to, so excuse me while I—" "Shhh, none of that." Kento finds himself tackled into his husband's arms, the sheer love and care behind it jostling the cold mask that was settling back into his skin.

Satoru rocks the two of them in place on their floor, a hand rubbing Kento's back and holding him close. He melts into his husband's arms as he did before, a couple more hiccuping breaths escaping his lips. It doesn't matter how long they stay like that, because in Satoru's arms, everything is perfect.

"The cake... it was for us. I, I worked so much on it, so hard on it that—when it fell... I suppose thats when the rest of the week caught up to me." Satoru hummed, Kento feeling that rumble into his chest. "It's ridiculous, isn't it? Its just cake, I might as well be crying over spilled milk but... I made it a strawberry shortcake, because its the only cake we can both agree on. I added other, tarter berries both for myself and to bring out the sweetness of the strawberries. Fuck—I even cut a few of them into shapes and drew on the icing with cake... and now it's just..."

He trails off, no other words able to describe the heavy, hurting numbness in his chest. "I'm so exhausted, Satoru."

Gojo sidles them up to the counter, letting Nanami lean on them as he kissed away what little tears were left on Nanami's face. "I love you so much, Kento. You work so hard." He smiles at him, his expression so tender and Nanami feels something in his chest. Something good. Gojo glances at the fallen cake, and swipes a bit of berries and icing onto his finger. He puts it into his mouth before Nanami can stop him.

Bright and sweet flavors burst onto his tongue, strawberries and cream being the perfect pairing. "Gojo! That's been on the floor! Its dirty, you could get sick!" He laughs him off, putting a stop to his protests with a kiss. "I'll be fine, Ken! Besides, I can just freshen myself up with a bit of RCT if that ever happens!" This time, he kisses him longer, deeper. He hopes it conveys how much he loves and adores this wonderful man. "You worked so hard, and so much. It's not for nothing. The cake is delicious, Ken. We can still eat it."

"Okay... okay. I suppose we can scrape off the parts that touched the floor. There's a bit of extra icing and berries left, I was meaning to make a bit of syrup if it wasn't sweet enough for you. We... We can save this, we can salvage this." A smile graces Kento's beautiful face. "Thank you, Satoru."

He nods in acknowledgement. "Well, I was actually thinking that we just turn the floor into a plate—heck, the whole world must be a giant plate for animals! Might as well see what the buzz is about, ya know?" And finally, a laugh. "Absolutely not, Satoru!"

There they were, two grown men eating cake off the floor—gojo intentionally looking like a rabid raccoon as he did so, and nanami still trying to find some dignity as he picked it off the floor with a fork. And it was perfect.

[torchickentacos]

quickly learning that the only thing scarier than 'what if they don't hire me' is 'what if they do hire me'

[bluejay-07]

You know what Songshu needs? Interns. Every functional political ecosystem needs a young hivemind hanging around the backs of meetings. They’re a necessary part of democracy—sure, they know some things they’re not meant to know about your operations, but that means they definitely have valuable information on your enemies. Besides, I deeply enjoy the idea of River seeing all the thirstposting about them on social media, and Mx Francis is never going to show them that.

[dykekarkat]

i need to get better at lying for real.

[yyshcul]

i'm not sure if i can participate in art fight this year

[atlabeth]

link to my navigation while this is pinned

thank you again for 3k!! i didn't do a real celebration for 1k or 2k so i feel like it's about time i do one lol. like i had to look back at my 300 follower celebration for inspo on this. school has just ended for me so i'll have more time to write so crossing my fingers that ill actually be on top of this!!!

this event will go from today (may 2nd) to may 14th! anyone and everyone, including anons, is welcome to send stuff in and there are no limits to how many you can send! but if you want to send in multiple blurb requests, please do them in separate asks

i’ll write for any fandom and any character on my character list!

for everyone

🧸 -> give me a character, a genre (fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, etc but no smut), and a prompt and i’ll write a lil blurb (will be x reader)

🎀 -> i’ll give you a line from one of my many, many wips

🍧 -> give me a character or a ship and i’ll give my unwanted opinion

⭐️ -> send me your sexuality/gender preference, fandom, and a fun fact about yourself and i’ll ship you w a character and give my reasoning!

🪐 -> give me a color and a character and i’ll make a moodboard for them

for mutuals

💝 -> give me your fave color and a fun fact and i’ll make a moodboard for you

✏️ -> i’ll write a lil handwritten note for you

🎧 -> i’ll make a short playlist for you! don’t judge my music taste pls 🫶

tagging some moots @simplysolo @emiliehornby @tangledinlove @mcallmestiles @tommymcartney @hotchfiles @ma1dita @nghtwngs @supercutszns @waitingforthesunrise @neewtmas @musicallisto

[spaciebabie]

its crazy how i went from spending almost 24/7 working on school stuff and now i have nothing. absolutely nothing but free time. and it feels so wrong

[feverdreamsandlucidnightmares]

Internship application wants to know what gets me out of bed in the morning. Existential dread is not one of their options

[weaselweaselweasel]

There is nowhere I can post this fucking piece but tumblr dot com. Enjoy the glitchy werewolf stalking toward you to the tune of Roman Holiday by Nicki Minaj

[starbuck]

ya know… I may be delusional, but I feel like I actually have a decent shot at my dream internship this summer… Come the new year, I am going to reach out to my contacts in the organization and see if they can put me in touch with the hiring manager so I can introduce myself… And, since they are not a well-known location, I doubt that they have many applicants, which also gives me a better shot… AND I have a few tricks up my sleeve for #ShowingNotTelling how committed I am to working with them specifically… JUST perhaps it could all work out…

[gwensy]

the "christ you are extremely fucking selfish, die" meme but for evil internship ... is this anything

OH MY GOOODDDDDDDDDD. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD hold on let me find the original i need to redraw this so badly

[i-am-a-fan]

i’m back home which means my brain switched from stem major to art brain. i’m printing out cards. i’m making my fanfics. i’m reading gay kissing. i’m drawing my blorbos. TIS THE SEASON.