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[aliquisx]

Hard Hat Designs: Stickers and Pins

This is a recent project meant for a school requirement. I created the logo and presentation for our business proposal. These images are some of my favorite slides from the entire presentation. I enjoyed doodling on the last image!

[jesskasb]

i ffeel like no finals week period has hit me quite as hard as this one. i literally dont remember what i was doing around this time last semester but rigjt now i feel like im about to suffocate in quicksand

[thetriangletattoo]

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[pitchworxprinting]

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[mosspapi]

FUCK I spent all this time making my portfolio into a website for this class and only now realize I have no way to share it bcuz google is stupid and I can't afford a subscription to neocities premium for a second site rn. Someone kill me

[2i1han]

pt. 1

not a romance story | park sungho

pairing : intern!sungho x intern!reader addressed as narin ⭑ wc : 3.7k

tags : office rom-com, friends to lovers?, lovers to enemies

playlist : step by step / boynextdoor , amusement park / baekhyun , kiss me / sixpence none the richer , the perfect pair / beabadoobee , ghostride / crumb , panama / sports , ring my bell / suzy , from now on / vincent blue , toothbrush / dnce

with both your competitive streaks, it was only a matter of time before you and your office friend-slash-fling started butting heads over a promotion that could determine your future. the catch? only one of you can get it.

pt. 2

pt. 3

sometimes, life doesn't exactly follow the script you imagined. at nineteen, you were a fiery art prodigy, racking up awards like trophies in your university's dusty halls. you painted like every brushstroke was a mic drop. sure, there was that other student—the one with the flawless portfolio and the paris scholarship you'd dreamed about since your first day at k-arts, drawn in by a giant portrait of a ridiculously handsome man staring down from the lobby wall. but that didn't stop you from pushing harder, chasing your dream.

or at least, that's what you told yourself.

because here you are now. four years and one degree later—squeezed into a cubicle barely bigger than your laptop. a corporate intern at a media and entertainment company. yay. your nineteen-year-old self would probably faint. she imagined you somewhere glamorous, hobnobbing with artists in paris or tokyo, not stuck proofreading presentation slides while nursing a sad, half-empty coffee.

you stare blankly at the powerpoint glowing on your screen, your eyes glassy from too much blue light. a mental sigh escapes as you lean back, stretching just enough not to knock over your precariously stacked paperwork. you reach for your coffee cup, but it's embarrassingly light. empty. you give it a hopeful shake. nope.

right as you're about to have a meltdown, a hand spawned in front of your face with a fresh cup of coffee.

"here," sungho says with a smile.

you blink up at him against the bright fluorescent lights, offering a grateful smile as you take the coffee. sungho rolls his chair over from his cubicle across from you, settling in.

"we can tackle that nightmare later. for now, just breathe," he says, sipping his own drink calmly.

you shrug, taking a sip of your mocha latte—the exact one you always want but never buy because, you know, intern budget.

"mocha latte, huh?" you smirk. "i must've trained you well."

sungho scoffs, playful. "you act like i'm your personal barista or something."

you raise a brow. "you were a barista, though."

"keyword, were," he deadpans, setting his coffee down. "so, how's the design coming?"

"it's going well. thanks for trusting me with the concept and visuals," you say, softening.

"you're the art prodigy. you've got the eye," sungho says, reaching over to give your head a quick pat. "i'll handle schedules, the writing, and the presentation. we make a killer team."

you smile. small, but real. "you always take charge when i'm ready to bolt."

"exactly," he grins, sliding back to his desk. "that's why we work. balance."

you watched him go, feeling a little less like a lost intern and a little more like someone who might actually make it. you cracked your knuckles, stretched your neck, and pushed the nerves aside before diving back into work.

you met sungho during the internship screening, out in the waiting area. he sat beside you—cool and collected, hair immaculately combed back, posture straight like someone who didn’t sweat under pressure. meanwhile, you were mentally repeating the answers you’d practiced over and over, trying not to vomit from anxiety. the fluorescent lights felt too bright, and the air too thin.

you told yourself it was just nerves, but when your vision began to blur and your heartbeat spiked so rapidly you felt dizzy, your clammy hand reached into your sling bag only to realize your candy pouch was missing.

you were seconds from hitting the floor when a voice cut through the fog.

"excuse me?"

you blinked and looked up at the guy next to you—dark hair, sharp suit, and a calm expression that contrasted your internal meltdown.

"are you okay?" he asked, then pulled out a wrapped hard candy and held it out to you. "here, sugar. you look like you need it more than i do."

you stared, still lightheaded and confused.

"unless you think i’m trying to poison you," he joked, smiling softly.

you accepted it with trembling hands. "thank you—"

"park sungho," he said, sitting up straighter. "if you pass out before the interview, i won’t have anyone to compete with."

"theres's like, fifteen people here." a weak laugh escaped you as you leaned back against the wall, the sugar settling your breathing. "yang narin. thank you."

"it’s nothing." he waved his hands off.

"how’d you know i needed sugar?"

"my mom’s hypoglycemic. i know the signs."

you nodded, and the two of you talked the wait away. when the interview finally came, you felt a little steadier. the panel even liked your well-prepared, disciplined responses. you were one of four applicants chosen out of the fifteen or so that day.

and when you saw sungho again on the first day of your internship at the company, it felt a little like fate. he spotted you in the lobby and offered that same smile from the interview day.

"you again," you said, raising a brow.

he grinned. "you again."

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your first day was an onboarding rollercoaster—digital handbooks, media archive tours, safety briefings, and way too many passwords. the orientation led you through studio rooms, editing bays, even the soundproof voiceover booths used for post-production work. your first assignment landed you in brand and concept development, working on campaigns for upcoming variety shows, dramas, and music specials. you shadowed producers who spoke in industry slang, took meetings at the speed of light, and somehow remembered every reference from every major network in the last ten years.

you and sungho got paired together almost immediately. your supervisor said something about complementary energies. you were sharp and detail-oriented. he was flexible and quick on his feet. you sketched storyboard templates and drafted campaign decks, he pitched fresh taglines and catchy loglines like a walking tumblr thread. somehow, it worked.

near the end of your first month, you stayed behind to fix a final presentation deck. the office, usually buzzing with meetings and soundtrack demos, had gone eerily silent. except, of course, sungho showing up beside you again, iced mocha latte in hand.

"didn't want you hogging all the overtime credit," he said with a wink.

you didn’t reply right away, too focused on choosing the right transitions and polishing the mock show logo. he leaned in, pointing out typos, suggesting funnier taglines, even humming background music as you worked.

after a while, you leaned back with a sigh, cracking your knuckles out of habit. "we’re a good team, huh?" you said, finally taking a sip of the coffee he brought.

he glanced at you, smiling. "we really are."

and expectedly, the next month, the two of you started gaining attention. not just for your work, but for how well your styles fused. as your supervisor said, "dynamic synergy." your coworkers just called it "a thing."

people liked to say you balanced each other. you grounded sungho’s occasional mess, while he coaxed you out of perfectionism paralysis. but that wasn’t the whole truth.

you were both competent. you were both ambitious. and beneath all that dynamic synergy and thing, theres's still undeniably a quiet competition between the two of you.

when a producer praised one of your pitch slides, sungho would immediately quip, "i told her that format would pop more." when sungho’s copy got selected for a campaign, you found yourself rewriting your next one twice just to beat his.

neither of you said it out loud. but your dynamic started to feel like a game of chess. equal and respectful, but always one move away from tipping over. at times, it was thrilling, but other times, it made your throat tight.

despite the occasional clash in ideas or accidental overlap in pitches, you never let it get personal. the silent awareness of each other's competence never turned into resentment. if anything, it added a slight thrill to working together, like co-starring in a very niche buddy sitcom.

you'd sit in adjacent desks during briefing days, share glances when meetings ran too long, and send memes during breaks that could get you both fired if seen by upper management, and like the time you were asked to storyboard a teaser for a new web drama about office romance. the two of you had very different takes.

"this should be a soft-focus, warm-filter aesthetic," you said, scrolling through mood boards on your tablet. "think: slice of life, quiet yearning, park bench in autumn."

"that's cute," sungho said. "but hear me out: they confess in the office storage room during a blackout, flashlight under the chin, sparks, fear, passion."

you stared at him. "you're thinking of horror movies."

he grinned. "exactly. it's called duality."

despite the clash, you somehow merged both ideas and ended up pitching the perfect concept that the marketing team loved.

you were a good pair. even if neither of you would admit out loud how lucky you were to have the other around. but that would be challenged by something you never thought would come, a magnitude eight earthquake that dared to shake the well-established foundation you and sungho had built.

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you and sungho sat side by side at your shared cubicle desk, hunched over the major final project proposal you'd be presenting in your sixth month—when the internship would come to an end. the room buzzed with its usual late-morning vibe. fluorescent lights hummed overhead, emails chimed on laptops, and half-finished coffees were clutched by junior employees and your fellow interns.

the space was alive with casual chatter. artist feedback, deadline extensions, weekend plans, just background noise to your focused silence. you typed while sungho sketched beside you, his sleeves rolled up, brow furrowed.

then the atmosphere shifted. as the supervisor, mr. yoo walked in. sharp suit, strong expression, and flanked by two senior staff. the room instantly quieted, tension snapping into place. he headed straight to the center conference table and set down a folder.

"juniors, keep going with your work. interns, listen up. i'll keep this short," he said, gaze locking directly onto your section.

the supervisor continued, "as you all know, we've had four interns with us for the past five months. you've each contributed to key projects, and we appreciate your work." a short pause as you and sungho looked at each other. "that said, due to department restructuring and team headcount, we'll only be offering one full-time junior associate position."

he didn't need to say anything else. you and sungho had already turned toward each other again with furrowed brows and wide eyes, understanding without speaking. you weren't just friends anymore. you were competitors.

"we'll be evaluating your final project this month. do well. we'll announce who's selected after the presentation," he finished, bowing slightly. "back to work."

he left as quickly as he came, like he'd only dropped a bomb and didn't care to watch it explode. silence then sat thick in your corner.

ningning, your co-intern, peeked over the cubicle wall. "y'all heard that?"

"well, yeah," you muttered, blinking back the heat building behind your eyes.

"good luck to us this final month," said jisung, another intern, leaning over with a coffee cup in hand and his usual upbeat grin. "no matter what happens, at least we got to work together. that's something."

you and sungho both nodded and smiled, but it was stiff and forced. your brains clearly still buffering. the concept draft was still on-screen in front of you, a blinking caret beside the unfinished word you left hanging. neither of you moved.

it didn't take a mind reader to know what this meant.

you'd both spent college barely scraping by on part-time jobs and living off instant ramen as all your minimum salary went to your sister's hospital bills. you'd watched your art posts barely break double-digit likes. you needed this job. so did sungho, whose college band had long since disbanded and who'd been working barista shifts just to keep afloat.

then sungho chuckled dryly, breaking the tension with a tap on his thigh. "yeah… you're right. that's the important part," he said, nodding toward jisung's words, though his smile didn't reach his eyes. he looked back at the screen. "let's continue, yeah?"

you cleared your throat. "sure, yeah."

the rest of the day drags on, but doesn’t really move. you and sungho still sit side by side, but the vibe has gone weird. your conversations shrink down to awkward, half-muttered comments. he no longer makes dumb sound effects when you’re writing copy, and you stop nudging him when he zones out mid-edit like a washed-up film student. there’s no official fight, no dramatic exits, just an invisible wall that snuck between you two.

at one point, he slowly spins his chair toward you, like he’s rehearsed it in his head.

"hey… about the project. do you—uh, still wanna pitch it together?"

you blink, wondering why would sungho even ask such thing. "yeah. of course. i mean... we started it together."

"right," he says, nodding and scratching his chin like he’s auditioning for a shampoo commercial. "just wanted to check."

you both pretend that was just a normal question. totally casual. not emotionally loaded at all. definitely not a slowly imploding partnership in the making.

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the sun sets, the overhead lights buzz to life. you and sungho are still glued to your shared desk, powerpoint open, draft proposal halfway done. jisung and ningning are talking in the next cubicle, their voices just background noise to your crumbling professional relationship. everyone looks tired enough to melt into their swivel chairs. the pitch is still a month away, but the burnout is immediate.

sungho stretches with a groan, cracking his neck. "i adjusted the timeline chart like you said. you were right—it looks cleaner without the extra fluff."

you smirk without looking at him. eyes fixed on the monitor. "thanks. i saw it earlier. good call on ditching those pointless milestones too. i mean, we don’t need a slide for ‘team morale check-in.’"

he chuckles, leaning back in his seat. "and, i was also thinking... for the final pitch, maybe i handle the talking part, and you demo the visual stuff?"

your fingers pause over your keyboard. you blink. then your eyebrows do that slow, skeptical climb. "you mean... just you presenting?" you turn to him now, full eye contact.

"no—i meant we both present," he rushes out, waving his hands like he’s disarming a bomb. "i just thought maybe i lead the talking part? since i’ve been handling the stakeholder reports and all..."

"oh. so you think you should take the lead because you’ve been more involved?" your voice takes on that slightly dangerous tone. like you’re smiling but your eyes says otherwise.

"i didn’t mean it like that," he frowns, realizing too late he’s stepped on a landmine.

"right. you just think i should sit quietly in the corner again." you scoff, arms now crossed like a judge on a reality show.

his lips twitch into a smile that’s more disbelief than joy. "okay. that’s not fair. i’ve been staying late working on this too."

"so have i," you snap, heavy emphasis on the i. "but i guess it only counts if you talk about it loudly and don’t get a nervous hypoglycemia attack in front of the client."

"what's wrong?" sungho grumbled. "do we not do it like that all the time?"

you stayed silent. he's right, but for some reason the thought threatened you. and why would he ask for it again if that's how it usually goes? by now, you’re both facing opposite directions, arms folded like bookends. neither of you notices the two heads peeking up from the next cubicle like curious meerkats.

"…yikes," ningning whispers, face frozen in a stiff, teeth-baring wince like she just watched someone spill coffee on their laptop.

jisung leans in. "that’s what happens when you take internship too seriously."

sungho shuts his eyes and turns back toward you, trying to de-escalate. "narin, we’re on the same team. i’m just trying to make sure we win this."

you laugh under your breath, bitter. "win it for us, or for yourself?"

boom. that one hits harder than it should. even the meerkats and sungho gasped with wide eyes.

"whoa there, where did that come from?" his brows knitted.

"what? i’m just saying what everyone’s thinking."

"everyone? or yours?" he narrows his eyes. "is this about that stupid promotion?"

"stupid?" you turn your head, jaw clenching. "as if you don’t want it too. you were the one who brought it up!"

he rolls his eyes, poking his cheek with his tongue before yanking at his necktie loose. he grabs his sketchpad and stands up like he’s walking out of a reality show confessional.

"fine. present it yourself. i’ll pitch a new project on my own."

you don’t say anything. just stare blankly at your screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard like even your laptop is awkward about it.

sungho waits a second, glancing at you to see if you’ll stop him. say something. apologize, maybe. but you stay still, and he walks away back to his own desk.

"i thought they were a good team…" ningning whispers loudly to jisung, not realizing her voice is just loud enough to carry.

"ning yizhuo," you and sungho snap at the same time. she winces and ducks down, dragging jisung with her.

you sigh and palm your forehead, chugging the rest of your water like it’s alcohol. this was your first real fight with sungho, and it didn’t go anything like you expected. you weren’t even sure what you were mad about anymore, but it ended with both of you mad, and now your shared vibe is almost dead.

well. he is just a co-worker. you tell yourself like you didn't just lost the yang to your yin.

eventually, the office thins out. one by one, your teammates wave their goodbyes. ningning shoots you a nervous smile. jisung mouths good luck. and then it’s just you and sungho again. the usual overtime duo. except tonight, there's no shared spotify playlis, and no snack runs.

at one point, sungho stands abruptly. loud enough to get your attention. he side-eyes you on his way to the farthest vacant desk and plops down with a dramatic sigh that screams petty.

you scoff to yourself, shaking your head, lips twitching. so childish.

that night, for the first time, you walk home alone. no shared exit from the building, no stop at the tteokbokki shop to pick up food together, no office gossips. just you, a very moody bus ride, and an empty hand.

you toss your bag on the sofa, marched straight to your bedroom, and fall face-first into your gray mattress. the springs bounce lightly beneath you. you sigh, rolling onto your back, raising your phone to check messages.

but there's nothing. the last chat from sungho was that morning:

[sungho] on my way now. grab coffee?

[you] already did lol hurry up.

you roll your eyes and toss the phone aside. you know he’s probably working on the project solo by now, mr. i-can-handle-it-all. but fine. you’ve done college alone. paid your sister’s hospital bills alone. handled late-night breakdowns, 20-slide decks, and a microwave explosion in the pantry all alone. you’ll get through this stupid pitch without him too.

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you went to bed early the night before, determined to beat sungho to the office. today wasn’t just another weekday, you were on a mission. you picked out presentable clothes, tied your hair into a clean bun for the first time ever and let your wispy bangs frame your face just right.

on the way in, you stopped by the coffee station. just a little boost to start the day. and as you pushed open the glass door, your forced smile dissolved into a half-genuine one. your eyes scanned the room, and there's no sign of sungho.

relieved, you walked confidently to your desk, hung your bag neatly on the hook, then leaned casually on ningning’s cubicle.

"hey," you nudged her chair with your elbow.

ningning pulled out an airpod and looked up, blinking in surprise. "wow. you’re always on time, but today, you’re early-early." she gave you an amused little smirk. "what’s the occasion?"

"sungho’s not here yet, right?" you asked, trying to sound cool and breezy, like this wasn’t your entire personality this morning.

ningning froze, eyes darting toward jisung like she just spotted a wild animal behind you. jisung, sensing a drama in the making, calmly turned his back and shoved in his earbuds like a man with survival instincts.

"ah, well..." ningning stood up with an awkward smile and pointed discreetly toward the supervisor’s room.

you turned, and there he was. through the translucent glass is the blurry but unmistakable outline of sungho's broad shoulders. holding a folder, and a tablet.

ningning, now feeling your glare burn through the air like laser beams, quickly sat back down and began typing absolute nonsense into her keyboard just to look busy.

the door then opened. sungho stepped out, holding his stuff on his right arm and a blank expression in his face. he then sighed, but then found you, and eyes locked with yours.

neither of you spoke or moved. you just glared, silently battling for dominance across the room.

did he rat me out?

did he complain to mr. yoo just to sabotage me?

did he—oh my god—did he send the draft without me?!

you stomped across the room like a woman on a warpath and yanked his arm without a word, dragging him to the balcony like you were about to throw him off it. he didn’t resist. if anything, he looked mildly amused.

"what are you telling mr. yoo?" you hissed, fingers pointed at him with narrowed eyes.

sungho scoffed, turning his head to the side with a mocking smirk. "i thought we didn’t have anything to do with each other anymore," he said with full passive-aggressive sparkle. "why ask?"

you scoffed right back, one eyebrow twitching in rage. "don’t play coy. did you say something? about me?"

sungho took a step back, voice calm and annoyingly smug. "he wants to talk to you."

then he turned and walked back inside without waiting for your response, leaving you standing on the balcony confused.

you stood there for a few more seconds, blinking, coffee still in hand before your phone buzzed in your pocket.

[supervisor yoo: come to my office. now.]

[aikohellscape]

Pietro kicked the door open mid-rant, still riding the high of the minute sprint home and a righteous grudge against his Econ teacher.

“—and then she tries to tell me compound interest is thrilling,” he scoffed, granola bar half-crushed in one hand, “like ma’am, I have ADHD, not a stock portfolio.”

He looked up. Froze.

And yeah, okay, this? This was not what he expected to walk in on.

Kurt was kneeling in the middle of his bed—back straight, tail looped in some kind of lazy spiral behind him, wrapped in Pietro’s gym shirt like it had personally volunteered for snuggle duty. The thing was oversized, worn-in, and clinging in places that were definitely not helping Pietro form coherent thoughts. The sleeves had slid halfway down Kurt’s arms. The collar drooped just enough to be distracting. The look on Kurt’s face when their eyes met?

Pure deer-in-headlights.

“I—!” Kurt’s voice came out too fast, then immediately caught on itself. His ears jerked back like they were trying to evacuate the situation before his brain caught up. “I didn’t think you’d be back this early.”

Pietro raised an eyebrow, the grin tugging at his mouth already halfway to insufferable. “Clearly.”

“I just needed a shirt,” Kurt added, hands tightening on the blanket like maybe he could disappear into it if he believed hard enough. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Mmhm,” Pietro said, kicking the door shut with his heel and tossing his keys onto the desk. “And yet you chose my gym shirt. Interesting.”

“It was clean,” Kurt snapped, a little too defensive for someone who definitely hadn’t just buried his face in it five minutes ago. “I didn’t think you’d care.”

“Oh, I don’t,” Pietro said breezily, crossing the room with that lazy, predator-smooth stride of his. “I’m just fascinated by the boldness. Wearing my shirt, kneeling on my bed, looking all innocent—in my room.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were already purple. “You’re so dramatic.”

“And you’re trespassing,” Pietro shot back, sinking down beside him like he belonged there more than gravity did. “Honestly, this is so disrespectful. I come home, eager to collapse into my own bed after being psychologically attacked by PowerPoint slides, and what do I find? Blue Boyfriend Energy taking over my whole space.”

“Stop calling it that,” Kurt groaned.

“I’m just saying,” Pietro said, voice low, teasing, as he flicked the hem of the gym shirt lightly. “You put this on, got all cozy in the center of my bed, and didn’t expect commentary?”

“I didn’t put it on for you.”

“Aw,” Pietro said, widening his eyes with mock betrayal. “So it’s not special?”

Kurt shoved at his shoulder with a growl and immediately regretted it when Pietro flopped back dramatically, arms sprawled like a martyr. “Unglaublich,” Kurt muttered, tail flicking.

“You’re right,” Pietro said, grinning up at the ceiling. “This is unbelievable. You commit a whole home invasion and then you’re rude to me about it.”

“You left your door open!”

“My heart was open, and you trampled it.”

Kurt snorted, finally letting the tension ease off his shoulders. “Pietro.”

“Kurt.”

They both sat there for a beat, the quiet settling just enough for it to feel like the room belonged to both of them.

Then Pietro glanced sidelong, smirk curling again. “You can keep the shirt, by the way.”

“I don’t want—”

“Oh, no, I insist,” he said, already kicking off his shoes. “You’ve worn it now—it’s emotionally compromised.”

Kurt made a noise of protest, but he didn’t move.

Didn’t give the shirt back, either

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First time drawing Kurt + first full body drawing I’ve done in like 2 years, ( ｡ •̀ ᵕ •́ ｡) I had to write a cute little fic to go with it.

[deeplyclosetedjameswilson]

house characters as high school teachers but none of them can teach bio bc thats cheating

house - physics. specifically ap physics, 1+2 and c. has the best pass rate in the state but thirteen tells him it doesnt matter because his class sizes are tiny (his reputation scares lots of students off). doesn't grade a damn thing, hasn't lesson planned since dinosaurs roamed the earth. department head but really cameron is doing his job

foreman - calculus and geometry. taking ap calc concurrently with dr houses ap physics c is not for the faint of heart. actually a really good teacher. grades harshly but also gives really good feedback. almost impossible to earn an A in his class unless you really understand the material, but he's always available for extra help. kind of dry so hes unpopular with the younger kids. math department head

chase - gym teacher. his first year of teaching the kids screenshotted his instragram pfp and put it up on posters around the school.

cameron - i know i said no bio but cameron is the freshman bio teacher that all the students adore. definitely has kids eating lunch in her classroom. does all of house's department head paperwork. not as good as giving feedback as foreman but she is better about giving chances to go back and retake tests, make up assignments etc. runs the national honor society

wilson - exclusively teaches english class for seniors. literally impossible to fail his class because you just start crying during extra help and he passes you. big on watching movies in class but will assign one of those worksheet to follow along with. its ok if you dont do it because again, you can sniffle and he will give you a 65. if the school can't find a theatre teacher for the year he's an ok backup but insists on doing the classics. have you ever seen high schoolers perform the works of henrik ibsen? english department head

kutner - english teacher, sophomores and juniors. really big on creative writing. class is extremely disorganized, so you're not always sure what you're supposed to be learning but you're having a good time so it doesn't matter. if he thought ahead enough to make his students hold on to all their work they'd have an amazing portfolio but unfortunately he accidentally threw out all your essays from december (he tells you this in april). they were great though. helps run all the extremely nerdy clubs.

thirteen - another math teacher. kind of like foreman she teaches both upper level kids, but in statistics, and the lower level kids in algebra 1. really good at explaining concepts in ways you wouldn't have thought of. dry sense of humor but the kids love it. students have many theories as to why she's called thirteen (that was the average grade on her final, she fails 13 kids a year, her classroom is haunted and she's the 13th teacher to use it) but its because she was house's 13th student teacher (and the 2nd to actually make it into education despite house's best efforts to convince her otherwise)

taub - career change into teaching. combo sociology and psychology teacher. his class isn't the most interesting, but he's a decent teacher. occasional pop quiz and presentation but otherwise he shows off his powerpoint every day and makes you take a quiz on friday. loves to show a movie in class but unlike wilson he does expect you to turn in the worksheet, cmon its literally 5 questions suck it up. coaches golf

cuddy - the principal. she would like a liquor store gift card for an end of year gift please

[pja-party]

Hey pja may I ask on how to make a portfolio if you don't mind? I have an album in my gallery full of art I have did

But I want to know how to make one for the future

Use Canva (recommend) or Adobe Express for your galley of art.If you want easy and simple, PowerPoint works too.

If you want a portfolio wesite , I use Weebly for mine. There's also other website builder like Wix ,too.

[its-dean]

Creative Projects I’ve been working a lot on.

I want to share some of the stories and worlds I've been developing from scratch, whether they be for a narrative or as part of a gaming experience. It isn't Fossil Fighters like I usually post, but I hope you enjoy seeing what I'm hoping to share.

Hycia

This first one (including an example of a character) is Hycia, an aquatic alien world where every character is based on an animal from our own underwater ecosystem, from fish to cephalopods to even cetaceans and amphibians, both saltwater and freshwater friends galore! It’s not a dedicated story, but rather a world that I’m designing a card game around! If you’d like to get to know the characters I’ve created (cuz there are a lot more than what’s here in this poster) you can get to know them all as I continue to add more by checking out this PowerPoint link: Hycian Encyclopedia.pptx

Vow of the Coyotes (VotC)

These second two are from me refining some of the main characters from a story I’m writing: Vow of the Coyotes. This is a narrative set in a fantastical woodland realm, two sides fighting for control of the forest world of Artaia. It’s a story of life against death, forgiveness against hatred. If you’d like a sampling, you can find some excerpts from the script in my writing portfolio: https://copyfol.io/v/qw88wgbn

Thanks for reading this far ^^ I know these aren’t Fossil Fighters related projects, and I really want to make this blog of mine here very focused on that type of content, but the simple truth is I just haven’t been able to make anything new. It’s a combo of a lack of inspiration and just wanting to work on my own content I can put out there professionally, but I do definitely still want to get back into those things people might want and expect to see from me.

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[les-mys]

girllll why is making a portfolio so hardddd

I HATE MICROSOFT STOP MAKING ME USE POWERPOINT PLEASEEE

I am kinda cooking tho, my art is fire fr

[aliquisx]

Aliquis at Your Service

Hi! I'm Aliquis.

I'm a college student and a freelance graphic designer with over 6 years of experience in creating layouts, designs, and edits. I work efficiently and am confident in being able to deliver what my clients envision.

Skillsets:

- Highly skilled in creating book covers, infographics, posters, presentations, layouts, logos, and other graphics.

- Proficient in the usage of different editing software such as Canva, Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator, Indesign, and Lightroom.

- Flexible style; can work with any given concept.

- Able to communicate effectively and strives for quality service.

- Can work in a fast-paced environment with tight deadlines.

I am also a bilingual, and can speak both English and Filipino very fluently (native-level for both). I also offer writing and proofreading services at an affordable rate. I am highly skilled in writing essays, poems, critiques, academic papers, and stories, as well as proficient in the usage of Microsoft Office programs (Word, Excel, Publisher, PowerPoint).

This account will basically officially serve as my temporary portfolio (or just a creation dump in general) until I am finally able to organize a proper work portfolio!

For inquiries:

email - aliquiiisx@gmail.com / millenasheenamarie@gmail.com

facebook - Sheena Millena

[praise-the-lord-im-dead]

Hello! My name is Kat Coffin and I'm giving a presentation at the Undiscovered C.S. Lewis conference in Oregon. Would you be willing to allow me to use your beautiful sketch of Orual in my powerpoint? I would of course credit you and be happy to link your portfolio.

Oh, hello! Yes, of course! <3 wishing you luck on your presentation!

[little-red-fool]

Thought my school art portfolio PowerPoint would be quite short. Boy was I wrong. I’ve got 40 slides so far.

[riflebrass]

When I was in high school I had to put together a portfolio with some samples of work I did and research some career paths.

One particular project I included in my portfolio was absolutely hilarious in hindsight, but in the moment it was the biggest project I had ever done. I had a history project where I was supposed to do a presentation on technology from the 1940's-1970's. Pretty much the only rule for the project was that I was not allowed to make a power point, because everyone makes power points and they're boring. So I made a powerpoint styled presentation coded entirely in HTML including various pictures, music encoded in the background to make it sound more futuristic, and an embedded video I ripped from youtube demonstrating a kevlar vest stopping a bullet. It was my highest graded assignment ever. With extra credit bonuses I think I got a 117% on it. But the hilarious thing was that this presentation was really long. I think it was over 100 slides and I printed every.single.one.of.them. So I blew through almost a quarter of a ream of paper just for this one project just wasting school paper and toner for this shit. Bonus points one of the teachers I had to present this portfolio to was the history teacher so when she saw the top slide she just said "Yeah you don't need to show us that. I'll vouch for you."

ENTRY LEVEL MEANS NO EXPERIENCE. IT MEANS NO PORTFOLIO OF RELEVANT SAMPLES. ENTRY LEVEL IS ENTRY LEVEL