#and im really regretting not going for a programming job

[local-magpie]

i think people should just pay me to look very pretty and say vaguely smart sounding things in discord servers so that i can pay off my student loans and quit my job and eat grapes all day while playing ffxiv and making medieval shit

[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

one

in most stories being the youngest kid means being the sheltered child. everyone would see the baby of the family being favored more than the eldest or middle child. for you, it wasn’t ever like that.

you grew up in an classic middle class family. your mother was a prosecutor and your father was a detective. your older brother followed in his fathers footsteps. he went to college, worked his ass off, and became an officer.

and your sister became a lawyer just like your mom. she was damn good at it too.

you on the other hand, you had different dreams. you never wanted to be cooped up in a bubble. your dreams were to travel the world, draw the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen, meet new people, discover yourself.

when you graduated high school you saved up enough money over the years to do so. you took different jobs just to pay bills and continue to move along.

your parents never thought it was a great idea. they’d always scold you to go to college. they’d get your siblings along in it but it just never worked. you loved your free spirited life style.

you visited your family every once in a while. but after ten years of being free, ten years of constantly hearing the same things over and over, ten years of nonstop get bugged over when you’re gonna grow up and turn your life around, you were tired.

you stopped going to every christmas, every thanksgiving, every birthday, any holiday. you’d come up with some excuse. telling your family you had a shift at whatever job you had.

truth was, you needed to be away. your family back home may not have understood. besides your best friend, you didn’t really keep in contact with anyone.

spencer was the only one who stood beside you. he knew that you had other dreams and aspirations. he never judged you for drifting off and exploring the world. he was the one to encourage you.

“yn, remember what you told me when i had a hard time deciding to skip a few grades? you said that if i didn’t, id always wonder. you told me im too smart to be in seventh grade and i needed to get off my ass and go show those high school idiots how smart i truly am. you’re an amazing artist, yn! i know you can make a name for yourself.”

that was the only thing you needed to hear before you packed your bags, bought a plane ticket, and began your journey. you never regret your decision.

it’s why you’re so glad to be in virginia. getting to see spencer again made you happy. you haven’t seen your best friends since he made it into the behavioral analysis program. you knew spencer was beyond smart. knowing that he was working with the smartest people, fighting crime, and kicking ass, made you proud.

you smile at the guard up front. “hi, im here to see doctor spencer reid.”

the guard asked for a form of identification before smiling and giving you a visitors badge. spencer made sure to let them know you’d be coming by.

when you finally got to his floor your eyes widened with how big it truly was. you never thought you’d ever be here. standing in front of a team full of people who study human behavior.

“yn!?” spencer runs to his friend.

“woah, slow down there pretty boy.”

you opens your arms wide as spencer lifts you up and spins you around. you giggled before he sets you down.

“hi, genius!”

“god, i miss you.”

“miss you too bud. this place is incredible, spence. how do you guys get any work around here done. i wouldn’t know how to sit still.”

spencer just shrugs as he walks the two of you over to his desk. you spot two individuals.

one of them was a woman. she was beautiful. her dark locks were slowly fading to grey, but she definitely rocked it.

the other was a tall, muscular build man. he had a cocky smirk on his face. he was definitely handsome. you can tell he’s a bit of a player but ultimately a sweetheart.

“well pretty boy, you gonna introduce us?”

spencer smiles. “guys, this is my best friend since diapers, yn! yn thats emily and derek.”

you gently waved.

“hi. it’s nice to finally meet you. spencer talks bout you guys all the time. im glad he has someone else to bug besides me.” you playfully hit his arm.

“you must be someone special. reid doesn’t hug anyone. says—”

“it’s safer to kiss? he’s been saying that since we were children. i think he came up with that when he had a crush on our next door neighbor, dawn.”

“hey! it’s an actual fact!” spencer defends.

you playfully roll your eyes. “when are you off, butthead? i wanna look at places while im here.”

“im off this weekend.”

“you’re moving down here?!”

“yeah. spencer constantly tells me how great this place is. it’s gotta be better than nevada if it’s got spencer’s vote of approval.”

“it is a great state. you’ll love it. if you need help finding something im sure i could be of service.”derek flirts.

“thanks. i should probably let you all get back to work. ill—”

“we have a case!” you get interrupted. you slowly lift your head and your heart skips a beat.

he stares at you with a scowl on his face. you assumed it was a permanent one. he was tall, had a beautiful head of hair, his face was clean shaven, his suit was definitely dry cleaned. he looked like a man you’d see in a fairytale. like how you’d imagine prince eric from the little mermaid to look. he was breathtaking.

“i’ll probably be gone for a few days. will you be okays exploring the city without me?” spencer breaks you out of your trance.

“um—yeah. just be safe. and call me!”

spencer smiles as he squeezes your arm before walking away. you give your heart a second to go back to normal speed.

you think you’re gonna love it here.

so, yes it’s an age gap between them. listen, im not gonna be like some people and say i have a huge problem with age gaps, because i do not!

yes, at times it can be gross. when someone is freshly eighteen and dating someone in their mid to late twenties or older, it’s gross

if someone knew the person when they were a child and begin dating them. even if they’re in their twenties, it’s gross

but as someone who’s 25 and has only dated men older since i was like 22, i don’t see much of a problem as long as they were two consenting adults.

that being said, read it if you want and if you don’t, scroll past it.

reader is 28

aaron is 44

[lycankeyy]

Okay here's the whole thing I filled out with boyf in-character enjoy his one total braincell if he's lucky. I'm putting zero effort into formatting this bc tumblr is glitchy on my phone blank template is here

(cw: sexual humor. also a bunch of intentional typos and gratuitous swearing)

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1. Okay, first question: what’s your name, age, and gender?

- they call me boyfriend im 19 and i sap the gender out of the music

2. How would you describe yourself, personality-wise?

- fuckkk man idk. im p chill i think ig im pretty cool. pretty swag pretty gamer

3. What’s a typical day like for you?

- welll I wake up at like. 11 usually at earliest and I hang out w one of my partners sometimes I watch movies w em or work on music. not a lot going on usually

4. How do you wind down at the end of the day? Do you even wind down?

- most of the time i literally just wait until i crash out sometimes gf and peeks gotta drag me to bed lol

5. What is your earliest memory?

- UHHHHH oh god uhhh. I think. When I was like five we went to a festival or smth and we went on one of those twirly things and I made my dad spin the thing so hard I threw up LMAO

6. What is/was your relationship with your parents?

- i mean p good i think but we dont rly tlak anymore thats mostly my fault tho

7. What do you do when you’re bored?

- succumb to the madness mostly

8. Do you regret anything you’ve done?

- i mean not like currently

9. Do you dress to be functional or fashionable?

- bro i wear the same exact fucking outfit every day to be honest with you lol. It's not like I'm fuckin going anywhere

10. Who are your best friends? How did you meet them?

- DUUUDE assuming my partners don't count gotta shout out my man darnell we've been workin on a collab ep recently it goes hard as fuckkkkk. we met back in the stupid therapy program back in middle school he introduced me to pico n nene

11. Have any siblings? If so, what is your relationship?

- yea got a big sister and a lil bro. they're both sweet but kinda clueless tbh. technically got other stuff goin on too but im kinda worried that ill get like the government on my ass if i talk abt it

12. What is your job? Is it tiring or difficult?

- closest thinf ive got to a job is music ig and nah. really wouldn't rather be doing anything else even if it payed more tbh. when I get burnt out I wanna die but thafs not a big deal lmao

13. When you’re going through a rough time, do you seek help or consolation from others?

- on a scale of liek paper cut to nearly died how rough are we talking

14. How easy is it for others to gain your trust?

- ive been told im pretty trusting but i feel like any person whos meant to hurt me was pretty upfront abt it so ┐(´∀｀)┌

15. What is your sexuality, if you don’t mind me asking?

- all the time all the time

16. Do you have a significant other? What are they like?

- "a" singular. lol. lmao even. bros asking if I got one singular partner lmao try two bitch and thyere the best most important people in the world

17. Have you ever lost a loved one?

- not like perminently

18. How often do you act on impulse? Does it ever backfire?

- lsiten if i do it all the time then like statisicly it only backfires like 40% of the time okay

19. Do you believe in ghosts?

- I believe in everyone bro

20. How about aliens?

- aliens are hisyorically very mean to me but ig i can just then believe that they can be better people. or aliens

21. What traits do you value the most in others?

- uhhh probably like being just nice ig? idk i think it can take a lot more effort than people think to be considerate and stuff I appreciate when people are nice even if they have a reason not to be

22. Do you dream often? What are your dreams like?

- i used to not to but somethings happened and now I get them all the time. don't really want to talk about it they're mostly just weird

23. Are you a light or heavy sleeper? Do you sleep in?

- my partners say im such a heavy sleeper that one time i slept through gf falling off the bed in the middle of the night but I was asleep so I can't cofnirm

24. Okay, this is a bit personal, but… Have you ever (uh) “done the do”?

- dude like u wouldn't believe

25. Do you have any pets?

- nah but I think it would be cool to have a guinea pig they seem chill and I appreciate their vibes

26. Ever been drunk before? How often do you drink?

- i try not to toooooooo much but i think i have a hard time telling when too much is too much. dont tell my parents

27. Are you respectful to authority figures?

- they only have as much authority as you give them. manipulate a landlord today

28. What kinds of movies do you like you watch?

- https://youtu.be/HgjyQ0_coJo?si=L5Bzhey5cxaoNpWU

29. Do you have any guilty pleasures?

- ██████ █████ █ ███████ ████ ███ ████ ███████ ███ ████ ████████████ ██ ███ ███ ████ ██ one time nene found it in my dresser and I almost DIED wait was this question not about sex stuff

30. What would you say is the happiest memory of your life?

- ohh thats hard uhh. happiest is hard to qualify i think. I think I'm happiest whenever I think abt waking up next to my partners

31. How about your worst memory?

- thats a good question

32. What did you aspire to be when you were young? Did that dream change as you grew up?

- i didn't think I'd be fuckign anythang

33. How far would you be willing to go to get what you want?

- u gotta quantify what I want here tbh. is it like a chocolate bar or one billion dollars. cuz id kill someone for a billion dollars. honestly i might also kill someone for a chocolate bar but like not as badly

34. What is sure to ruin your day?

- idk nearly dying again probably

35. Do you have any nervous habits?

- uhhh sometimes i mess with my hair and when i get rly upset i pull at it til it hurts. i used to scratch my face a lot when i was upset too but it freaks ppl out so i try not to if i can help it

36. Play video games often?

- i tryyyyy but i get distracted so fast i play a game and im like oh shit this reminds me of another thing i was gonna play n then i go play that and then I never FINISH ANYTHIGN

37. What kind of things do you laugh at?

- https://youtu.be/47EOSLWu-EI?si=kuzPv2Vndl91Oj3C

38. Favorite genre of music?

- BROOOO ok gonna be basic as shit and say breakcore. also a huge fan of speedcore and drill & bass but breakcore is my home. i wishhh it wasn't called this but my favorite like subgenre of breakcore is probs lolicore not for any fuckin weird reason but just bc the way the vocals are usually mixed scratches my brain sooooooo fuking good. listen to various types of ads by loli in early 20s and youll get it. i fucking love experimental breakcore my favorite album rossz csillag alatt született mixes breakcore+dr&b w classical and it's sooooo fucking good it's SO good i need to learn more fuckin instrument plug ins so I can make shit like that. in general i just love music that feels like it's fuckin drilling it's way into youre brain and rewiring it i want the music to fuckin labotomize me fr

39. What do you think your spirit animal would be if you had one?

- idk maybe a rat i like rats. dude imagine if i was a rat like ritz we could have cheese together. we can do that anyway but it would be more awesome

40. Have an accent of any kind?

- yea autism

41. Chess or checkers?

- checkers i have no idea how to play chess but it sounds convoluted as fuk

42. Do you feel sentimentality toward a particular object?

- i love my laptop even if I get a new computer and this thing breaks completely im keeping this laptop ily laptop

43. Are you generally pretty secretive, or are you an open book?

- im like accidentally secretive i dont even try like wtf do you mean im supposed to talk about shit

44. What are you most embarrassed about?

- i feel like this was addressed in the nene thing

45. What are your deepest fears?

- have you ever seen that fuckin brony stuff where people get teleported to pony world as horses gf is obsessed with that kinda thing but that's TERRIFYING if i woke up as a horse id fuckin die of a heart attack

46. How desperate would you have to be to lie to, steal from, injure, or murder another person? Do you do any of those things regularly?

- i like the implication that i would admit to murdering ppl on a regular basis

47. Do you have any scars? How did you get them?

- it's so fucked up i got this scar on my face and it's so bad bc I don't even scar that easy like i get into fights my entire life but i only got one scar just bc some weeb tried to kill me. like ok

48. Say someone has mistreated you in some form. Would you immediately lose your temper, hold a grudge, or simply let it go?

- you wouldnt believe my epic power to do all of those simaltaneusly

49. How do you deal with physical and mental pain?

- max volume noise nothing can hurt me if the Loud

50. What is your ideal place to live?

- never thought abt it tbh ig anywhere with my partners

51. What was your childhood like?

- just 18 years of stupid therapy programs and stupid special ed classes and ppl telling me how to think and how to act and like I was 4 years old forever i don't careeee

52. What is your favorite kind of weather?

- i think snow is pretty

53. How important to you is friendship? What about romance?

- i think they're both pretty great but idk i feel like urself should be most important bc idk shit happens and ppl leave so if you dont like yourself youre just gonna be stuck with some miserable loser who doesnt have any friends as ur only company

54. Have any disabilities, weaknesses, or allergies?

- i feel like in a hypothetical situation i would be pretty weak to godzilla

55. What’s your favorite thing to eat?

- SPICY FOOOOOOOD my spice tolerance fucks hard i will drink hot sauce. right now holdbon

56. Do you have kids? If not, do you picture yourself ever having them?

- could you fucking imagine.

57. How well can you sing?

- idk but i like it

58. Are you particularly confident? Does your confidence level change if less people are around?

- if nobody got me i know i got me

59. Do you like shopping?

- delivery apps were invented for a reason

60. How do you interact with strangers?

- tbh i usually just tune out anyone that's not talking to me LMAO

61. Have you ever been betrayed by someone you loved?

- not like perminently

62. If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?

- don't like this question

63. If you could meet anyone from the past or future, who would it be?

- fuckkkkk my gf isn't home rn can I pick her

64. If a genie granted you three wishes, what would they be?

- money bigass house and then I wouldn't use the last one so we could just vibe forver

65. Do you like attention?

- ask pico

66. Are you glad I’ve run out of questions to ask?

- ig bc im puttin off chores ily though

[pussyhoundspock]

for the wip game: kk ck bcs au........im so intrigued

yeah this one is straight up acronyms because at a point i think i found it funny but premise of that one is of course daniel larusso as the cheesy pathological liar defense attorney (i actually think public defender could've been a GREAT daniel job) where he schemes and scams and works a thankless public defender job after blowing up his life fucking up an unbelievably huge case that he was trying to win that miyagi was involved in and into that guilt ridden failure filled emotional situation is JOHNNY LAWRENCE his new client. long story short, daniel ends up paying his neighbors kid miguel ("you're paying him and he still likes me better than you, how's that taste, LaRusso?") to pretend that johnny runs a karate defense academy for bullied youth and needs to be out in the community. judge releases johnny on bail but until his hearing states that the prosecution can drop by on any of these "karate classes" they need to. there's a couple of other side cases with chozen, flashbacks to the big fuck up that landed daniel where he is now, and more as the story unfolds and sort of builds to a big kreese silver daniel johnny showdown over who owns the cobra kai brand.

anyway, i have like forty pages of this ridiculous idea/concept written but ill put the first scene under the cut!

“This guy? Are you kidding me? Can you believe I gotta defend him? No, no, you don’t understand, this guy, this guy is lower than dirt, I mean you put dirt on the ground, it’s just disgusting, and this guy? This guy is lower than all that and then some! This guy is lower – oh, hey Your Honor!” Daniel put down his phone and sped up. “Look at you, getting those coffees. I wish I could afford ‘em personally but you know kids. I mean, not mine, I’m as barren as the desert, heh, but I’m helping out this guy – technically a client, sure, but a real friend – from way back! No, your honor, I’m not kidding – honest, we go back to high school, dig out the yearbooks, if you wanna – no? Well, like I was saying, real good friend of mine, bailed me out from no end of trouble, going so far as to round a whole gang just to get little old me out of trouble. Yeah, he’s a prince. And he’s got this whole mentorship program for bullied youth, which I’m taking over while he’s sorting out this misunderstanding with the county, but they won’t stop crying and I can’t get ahold of the mom, and I really don’t want these kids turning up in the foster system, especially not after that case last – oh, that was on your docket? Horrible business. I had no idea. Just awful. I mean, that’s why I’m trying to get this kid in to see my client – his name? Oh, yeah, it’s Johnny. Johnny Lawrence.”��

Daniel can tell, before he even gets to the end, that he’s in. Judge is buying this crap, and nodding along and – 

“LaRusso, enough. Why don’t you bring the kid down, we’ll get a meeting set up with him and this, this Johnny Lawrence of yours?” 

“Oh, Your Honor, that sounds wonderful! You won’t – bring the kid in? To here? Wouldn’t it be better getting Johnny out of here, back with the kid? Listen to me, I swear on my life he’ll –” 

Judge Cohney held up a hand. “Can’t. Bail court just got out.” 

“But surely –” 

“No, no but surely, LaRusso. You’ll get your visit, with your client and your kid, but you’re going to have to come back tomorrow if you want to try and get him out on bail. He’s facing some pretty serious charges, you know?” 

“All a misunderstanding, I assure you.” 

“Be that as it may, the only thing I can get you this late is visitation. Bring the kid tomorrow morning, I’ll get them twenty minutes. Then we’ll try the bail court.” 

“Absolutely, your honor. You won’t regret this.” 

Judge Cohney makes a face that sort of implies he already is, but Daniel doesn’t take it seriously. Judge Cohney almost likes him, he’s pretty sure, even if he might be about to blow all of that to get Johnny Lawrence outta jail. And to top it all off, now he’s gotta find some kid for tomorrow. 

Fuck. What was he supposed to do, cruise on down the highway, asking if any kids want to hop in his van, visit an alleged felon? Yeah, and get sent to a private concrete cell of his own – no thanks! 

Maybe Amanda will know. Norouzi Norouzi & LaRusso was always running some student outreach program to law students, or mailroom workers, like Daniel used to be, studying night school correspondence class for his law degree, before he went and blew it there like he did everywhere. Now here he was, making less than four dollars an hour trying to get assholes like Johnny Lawrence out and contemplating child abduction. Legally speaking, a class a serious felony – 

CRACK 

Daniel jumped. There was – some asshole was banging on his window. “Hey!” It’s a teenager. “Do you still do repairs around the building?” 

Not since Mister Miyagi left, Daniel thought sourly, and then thought: “Hey, kid, you want a job?” 

“Um,” said the kid. 

Daniel rolled his eyes. “I’ll help you fix the sink. And pay you. Twenty – no. Forty. Twenty dollars now, twenty tomorrow.” 

The kid thought about it. “Okay,” he said. “... How'd you know it was the sink?” 

“Great,” Daniel said. “What’s your name?” 

“Um,” the kid said again, and Daniel hoped he was going to be more articulate in court, “Miguel.” 

“Daniel. And it's always the sink; I should know. Lived here most of my life.” 

“Right. So. Uh. What's the job? Because my Yaya –” 

“Hang on,” Daniel holds up a hand, cutting off the kid while he uses the other hand to turn the manual crank to open the window, “you take this,” he reached through the car window and handed Miguel a business card along with two tens, “that right there?” he pointed to the card. “That’s my number. Give me a call around seven in the morning tomorrow, we’ll head on over to the courthouse. It’s easy. I just want you to meet with a friend of mine, talk to him for twenty, thirty minutes, then I give the rest of the cash. Can you do that?” 

The kid – Miguel – nodded. “My Yaya needs me home by six for dinner,” he said. “Is that okay?” 

“Totally fine,” Daniel assured him. “And, hey,” he added, before pulling away, “do me a favor? Never – never do this crap again, okay? I could be some kind of pervert. Or freak. Or serial killer.” 

“You’ve lived next to me for five years,” Miguel said. 

“Especially then!” Daniel pointed at Miguel. “Neighbors are the worst, okay, neighbors are the bed bugs of serial killing perverts, okay, they crawl around all invisible and no one knows it’s them until! Boom! It’s an infestation and everyone’s gotta move and everyone has trust issues and no one ever wants to talk to their neighbors again.” 

“Is that what happened to you, Mister L?” 

“What? No! No, that’s just – it’s an example. Never mind. Get – get to bed, alright. And don’t forget – 7 tomorrow!” 

… 

“Um,” the kid said to Johnny. “I’m Miguel.” 

“I know that, dumbass,” Johnny said, and then hastily added, when he saw Daniel’s expression, “because of our tight badass emotional bond. Even if emotional shit is for pussies.” 

“Okay, you know what, thank you for your time, Johnny. Miguel, let’s go.” He gestures at the door. 

Miguel and Johnny both speak at once. 

“Will I still get the money?” Miguel said. 

Johnny said, “Hang on, where are you going? What about my case? You can’t just leave like this, what the hell?” 

Typical. He’s lucky Daniel’s in the mood to shovel shit. Well, he’s not, Daniel’s really not, but he’s here and he deserves it, he knows he does, so he’s got the shovel and he’s ready. “We don’t have a lotta time here, okay, so if you’re not going to listen, we’re not going to stay. Right, Miguel?” 

“Um,” Miguel said. 

“You agree with the man who’s paying you,” Daniel told him. 

“Ha,” Johnny said. “You’re paying him but he still likes me better.” 

“I swear to God, I will let you take the rap and go to prison for seven and a half years, Johnny Lawrence.” 

“Okay, calm down, Danielle.” 

“I think you need someone’s consent to use their deadname,” Miguel said and then a lot of things started happening all at once. 

Daniel went bright red. “That’s not my – I don’t have a deadname, okay, because I’m not –” 

“Deadname? The hell’s that? Like a name that’s dead to you?” 

“I’m a man, anyway, okay, not that there’s anything wrong with –” 

“Sure you are, LaRusso,” Johnny snorted. 

“-- and look, I get the whole, I’m supporter of the trans community, okay, the whole queer umbrella, you know, my ex-wife’s firm, they put a float in the pride every year, okay –” 

“And what’s this consent bullshit? I can’t call LaRusso names now? What, am I not supposed to call him a fag either now?” 

“Not really,” Miguel replied. “Unless you want him to,” he told Daniel, who looked like he was going to break a lifetime vow of pacifism just for Johnny Lawrence. “Do you want –” 

“LaRusso!” a voice came from down the hallway, puffing. “For such a short guy, you move fast.” 

“Remember the plan,” he hissed at them both. “Do not go off script. And no slurs!” Then he turned, furious expression dropping off immediately, to face the Judge. “Judge! Your honor! Amazing to see you! Weather okay on the bike over here? What am I saying – you drove, of course you drove!” 

“Daniel’s kind of weird,” Miguel confided in Johnny quietly. 

“Yeah, LaRusso’s a massive girl,” Johnny agreed. Miguel looked at Daniel nervously, but Daniel was a pro, alright, Daniel was smiling at the Judge, Daniel was not hearing any conversation between Johnny and Miguel, Daniel was a good guy. 

Miguel winced. “I really don’t think you should say those sorts of things to Daniel.” He winced. Mostly because Daniel had stepped on his foot. “Um. Sensei,” he added quickly. 

Daniel and the Judge had been talking – or, rather, Daniel’d been talking, and the Judge had been standing there with an expression Johnny recognized from most of Daniel’s conversational partners. It said HELP ME in all caps. 

Graciously, Johnny stepped in. “I’m Johnny,” he said, and stuck out his hand. “This is …” what was the Mexican’s fucking name again? “... my student,” Johnny said. “He’s Mexican.” 

“Actually –” Miguel started. 

“Actually,” Daniel interrupted. “They’re far more than student and,” he said the next word like it was hard for him to say, “sensei. They’re really more like father and son.” 

Miguel, like they practiced, leaned in to hug Johnny. Johnny, like they didn’t practice, reacted on instinct and drove an elbow into Miguel’s solar plexus. Daniel looked like he was a second away from having a hernia. 

“It’s their little joke,” Daniel said. 

“Yeah, good one. Son.” Johnny said. 

“Is he okay?” the Judge asked, pointing at a bent over and wheezing Miguel. Miguel sent the judge a thumbs up. 

“Look, he’s great, he’s great. It’s just, you know, kids like that -- come from the wrong side of the tracks, they got all their signals mixed up! It’s what Johnny’s doing. Taking Miguel’s natural inclination towards violence and helping guide him in a new direction.” 

“And we’re sure karate is the right direction for that?” The Judge sounded skeptical. 

Daniel’s smile didn’t even dim. “It’s much more than karate, Cohney, I mean, Your Honor, it’s a lifestyle of pacificism and non-violence.” 

“Right,” Judge Cohney repeated, “through. Karate.” 

“What the hell?” Johnny said. “Karate isn’t that boring crap. It’s being badass and kicking the crap out of losers.” 

Daniel laughed loudly. “That’s what Miguel used to say when he first joined, right John?” 

Johnny looked back at him blankly. “My name is Johnny.” 

“I’m really, really violent, Your Honor,” Miguel wheezed, from his hunched over position on the floor. 

Judge Cohney looked at them: Miguel: still doubled over, Johnny: fading black eye from the arrest, and Daniel: bright smile pasted on over a cheap, ill fitting suit, oversized shoes scuffed and cheaply painted over, and deep bags under his eyes. 

“You’ll get your bail hearing LaRusso, but this better not be any kind of funny business, or I’ll have your friend back in jail before you can say child endangerment.” 

“Oh, Your Honor, don’t worry about that at all,” and while Daniel fell over himself to assure the judge that there was no child endangerment whatsoever and, actually, point of fact, Miguel was an un-endangered child, just because of Johnny, Johnny sat back down and did what he did best. Tuned out LaRusso’s bullshit. 

“So,” Miguel whispered. Johnny’s eyes flew open. Apparently the kid had situated himself right next to Johnny for some crazy ass reason. “How d’you get to be such good friends with Mister LaRusso?” 

“I’m not,” Johnny said. 

“Why’s he doing all this, then?” 

“It’s his job. He’s a full time adult sized twerp.” 

“Mom said he was a public defender.” 

“Exactly,” Johnny said. “What I said.” 

Daniel was walking away. He was walking away and not listening and not jeopardizing his case and – fuck. He was late. “Miguel! School!” 

“Oh, shit,” Miguel said. 

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

not quite an academic fuck up but i worked really hard all my life especially in college to set myself up for an easy financial future in the corporate world and i got it and i have a job secured for post grad and it’s the worst ever. my internship with the company was mindnumbingly boring and yesterday i broke down in my professors office hours and finally admitted to myself that i cannot have a life that doesn’t involve creation/literary analysis which sounds lame af but i basically am accepting the fact that after a few years working im gonna go to grad school of some sort and probably only ever be just okay financially. and that’s really hard bc immigrant parents of color and expectations and my own debilitating fear of failure but i have to be brave and admit that this is what is truly important to me and what makes my life worth living and it’s gonna sound so corny but it’s genuinely been people like u who write long meta posts about anime and mangas and unabashedly love the act of writing that helped me nurture my love for writing of all different types before i admitted to myself that i wanted writing to be my life. so thank u for that and thank u for being brave bc it’s helped me decide to do the same

i really. man this made me cry a bit

im in a similar situation as you in many ways. i really dont hate computer science or programming - but im of the belief that i will never find anything or any career that i love as much as writing. i did consider going into the humanities but like you i have immigrant parents and i put stability over passion. also, i learned that i think putting longterm pressure on myself to monetize what is ultimately a passion for me is really stressful. for me though, work will pretty much always be secondary to my hobbies and interests. that was what i concluded as compromise. ill build a life around wanting to do what i wanted. i wanted a job that i can do with a technical skillset even if it does not incite the same joy and that i could do without resenting.

i had this realization early, and i dont regret pursuing compsci at all. its very accommodating to me and i enjoy it. but in a world where i had nothing else to consider, i think i would've been nice to push for something else. im minoring in creative writing as compensation and compromise. maybe ill change my mind in the future, or maybe not.

this silly hobby is also what makes my life worth living in many ways. beyond the scope of just fanfiction, it is writing and media and art and literature that keeps me alive. i commend what you're doing and im unbelievably proud of you. i hope we can be proud of each other and make amends with our expectations to do what is important to us and pursue what makes us happiest even if those paths look different. its tough but we'll do it. i will and so will you, one step at a time.

[the-prophecy]

im literally so so frustrated.

i don't know if I should study for the upcoming pre uni exams to qualify for admission into a master's program. or should I try to earn money with my limited knowledge in the subject of my career which I learned in my undergrad. I see everyone doing different things and im so freaking confused right now. on one hand I want to study and learn more and develop more skills (promising myself I won't let anxiety take over this time) and on the other hand my brother keeps telling me what i "should" be doing. which basically is start earning money. i literally didn't learn enough in undergrad to actually work effectively in my field. so as a fresher it's terrifying out there

what are you studying? what grade are you in?/which course are you pursuing diti?

sorry for such a random rant in your ask box

the heaviness in my chest doubles every time i feel like im doing the wrong thing. which I always am, I guess?

Ok bestie bestie i get you it's totally normal to feel that way I've myself been up a few nights thinking this as I'm legit in last semester and like so one thing that everyone has told me to always complete masters like bachelor's mean really less and like you can do masters with an internship so you'll start earning a Lil bit with studying too also your brother isn't the one who decides what you need to do, you have to make the decision for your own good bestie, I'd suggest to do masters bc even my prof told me a bachelor's degree has no value compared to masters and this one's for the long run we know that right

I'm in third year college bachelor's of biochem and biotech (it's double degree) and like have 4-5 more months left then I'll do masters bc yeah as I mentioned before and I'll do internship which atleast gives me 10-15k a month

It's your decision bestie but from my side I'm advising to do masters bc we don't want to regret having a less earning job in future do we ? And it's ok we all go through the phase I've been there too at the end we need to chose one path and make sure we don't regret it, do whatever feels right to you not ur brother or ur fam. Hope you'll figure it out and if u need any help you can DM me anytime 🫂

[goodfully]

ahh i havent really been using tumblr, mostly bc my first semester of grad school was overwhelming, but i have a lot on my mind right now that i feel like organizing and typing up hahaha

for certain reasons, i usually get overly anxious when the year ends and go crazy insane for the entire first month of the year.. but ive been so calm these days, im not actually sure if thats bc ive actually healed or if ive found good distractions. ive always been obsessed with at least appearing as if im put together, but ive been much more so this year than any other year... i hope ive been actually healing despite that tho hahaha

anyway! studying philosophy in grad school has been the most excitement ive ever felt! to be surrounded by so many thoughtful and inspiring ppl that i get to often talk to and listen to and learn from has been so wonderful. in the past months ive been esp obsessed with kants conception of perfection and god and goodness... im currently reading his "a new elucidation of the first principles of metaphysical cognition" and aaahh its just so exciting hahaha i really regret not studying philosophy for my undergrad degree and i worry i lack so much compared to my peers, but ive been enjoying every single class so far and am even more excited for my classes next semester!

ahh but having two part time jobs along with my classes and classwork has really made me so busy and exhausted... i quite dislike nyc in general as well, so that on top of everything else has just really made me become someone very antisocial and difficult to befriend and hang out with... im also stuck in the mindset that im just here to prioritize studying for two years and get the hell out of there, so my desire to make close friends (i socialize with my program mates superficially..) has been very low. im very much someone who wont speak/reach out unless spoken to/approached, and i didnt realize it was a such a huge problem until i received a wake up call from someone... so i think this year i need to work on being more aware of the relationships i have with other ppl in my life.

in general tho, i also just would like to be more aware of living in my body/physical self... less zoned out and stuck in my head, more going outside and moving around and cleaning up the spaces i use and ofc also being with others. i guess what i actually mean is that i want to have more faith in my being and actually love being... and these are just some things i can do to hopefully do that. i dont think i can be the kind of person i want to be that makes an actual difference/contribution in the world they live in if im not actually living/being in my body.

anyway i think thats all i have to say for now? i look forward to this upcoming year... continuing my studies in grad school and going back home to taiwan for the summer in between those two semesters. itll be so busy and difficult and exciting! i just get the feeling that its okay for me to have wishful thinking and high hopes for myself this year hahaha

[komeeder]

danganronpa fans specifically sdr2 fans. do you ever think about what the other characters final psychedive went. what it was like. i know in komaeda's that world destroyer shows up and starts killing his imagined versions of his classmates but would it be the same for the others? i dont know why but the only one ive imagined so far has been koizumi's. im not sure why but when i pictured it i imaged her sitting alone in a booth in a dark and empty restaurant, hunched in on herself. and world destroyer calmly walks over, dress shoes loudly clicking and echoing, and quietly sitting down across from her while she barely acknowledges him. havent thought much further but id think they just talk. most likely about all of the things she regrets and feels guilty for until he convinces her to wake up.

i dont know though. im sure other people have come up with really interesting ideas.

im just thinking that komaedas at least (even though i dont really like the episode and how they concluded it lawl) but i think the like nwp post death coma worlds exist in a way to kind of cope, its an idealized world to escape to after the horrors of the nwp (and i personally head canon that while the nwp was still running after their deaths, that they were in a kind of subconscious conscious unconsious state and still kind of... to an extent just "knowing" what was going on via the data sort of 'leaking' into them. i think this in that when the nwp is breaking towards the end and hinata "hallucinates" those that are dead is that is is kind of them but the program is glitching and its kind of like a fever dream) its a maladaptive way to cope. and world destroyers main job is not just to tear down their coma-world but to be able to do it in a way that doesnt just make them retreat further into their mind but in a way that opens them up to returning to real life. its about making them realize and come to terms with the fact that there is something out there that they care about and value and want to return to rather than just... wasting away in some stupid (im)perfect daydream

[reneleveille1127]

Rantings from a [not really drunk and cringy] fucktard #1: FML, I'm thinking bout going off-grid

Bonjour mes amis, I think my existential crisis has reached a breaking point in my life: I'm fucking done with my current life. I don't wanna force myself to do school work for another few months, throw myself into a 4 year program that I'm no longer passionate about and slave myself to a boring bureaucratic job in the government for several goddamn years just to get the dream that I want rn. Everything in my life feels pointless and nothing -- school, work, even friends and family -- can make feel like I have any purpose or reason to live my life. Or at least live the way I initialled planned my life trajectory to be.

I swear the longer time pases, the more off-grid living REALLLLLLLYYYY do be sounding appealing cuz then i have more time to do whatever the hell I want. Writing, drawing, composing music, fishing, chilling with nature outside, you know just enjoying life n' drinking some fizzy Coca Cola that all Canadian citizens could ever wish in this incredibly awesome economy.

Jk jk im just being dramatic and im not having a deeply nasty existential crisis that nearly drove me to commit suicide using a plastic bag around 5:30pm last Thursday on the 29th of February 2024 but couldn't cuz I was too cowardly to choke myself to a painful death filled with sorrow and regrets. Nah nah, it's just dat good ol' friend senioritis making act all silly and goofy and procrastinating on my school work AHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUUHUHU!!!!!11!1!!1!!1! HEHEHE THE TEACHERS CAN PUNISHB ME NOW 4 BEING A LAZY FUCK YIPPEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

*takes a big sigh* yeah anyway. Having a bad existential crisis making me hate my current life trajectory and making me wanna kms unless I decide to start living off-grid. Hmmm, maybe I should really start looking into that. After all, a passionate amateur soul idealistic by nature struggles to find meaning in a world filled with corruption, greed and inauthenticity.

Alright, this is Rena Levy reporting on my most damning mental crisis and thank you my non-existent audience for reading my rant! Toodleloo little poo!

[pepprs]

hi update things are fucking terrible and my eyes hurt from sobbing. lol

[hansolmates]

test drive | 01

summary; hansol vernon chwe is crying at his doorstep like a taylor swift music video, and you’re for some reason there to help  pairing; hvc / reader (f) genre/warnings; neighbors to friends, friends to lovers!au, slice of life, fluff, angst, tw—cheating, mentions of pregnancy related to cheating, profanity w/c; 1k a/n; im still so oh so very sad over be the sun tour ending. i had such a great time and i miss vern so much, so i decided to write some sad!vern. would love to thank @theluttleprince​ for making this gorgeous banner with these scans. *this will be a very noncommittal drabble series, i know this isn’t the return many were expecting but pls be gentle with me—unedited unplanned and all around chaotic impulses, you know the drill! take care drink water and have a wonderful week!  [masterpost]

Vernon was (and is) always touted as a good guy. Way out of your league, if you remember college correctly. (To your chagrin, you were sober through most of it.) He was a talented producer in the music program, part of a drama-free fraternity that raised money as fast as they donated, and all-around Good Guy with professors and students alike. 

So when you see him sobbing like he’s the peak of Niagara Falls at the front of his apartment five years later, you can’t imagine what Good Guy Vernon could be going through to feel this way. 

It just so happened that the elevator is under repair tonight, otherwise you would’ve missed him and been in bed with your bowl of black bean noodles. 

The stairs are echoing on his floor, the telltale cries almost making you drop your take-out. You peek out the stairwell and Vernon’s forehead is pressed against the front door, unwilling to move his hand which clutched his keys. Poor guy, he couldn’t make it inside before he could cry in peace. 

He still is way out of your league, and therefore you really don’t feel like you’re equipped enough to approach him. The only reason that you’re living in the same complex is that he posted in your university Facebook group about a great apartment in a quiet part of the city. You never replied to the post, however you probably should’ve thanked him at least. This place was absolutely perfect, both within your budget and a short commute to your job. 

You wave hello to each other on occasion, very slight occasion. Without speaking. 

Palms sweaty, you decide to walk up to him. You really can’t leave him like this, not when he sounds so sad. 

“Vernon,” you say softly. No response. He’s shaking. “Vern,” you’re finally an arm’s length away from him when you say his name one more time. “Hansol Vernon Chwe!” 

You don't mean to exclaim, but you regret it as soon as he flinches. Your heart aches for him, you can see his face is patchy and while his eyes are still brown and beautiful, they're glassy with a never-ending stream of tears. 

He rubs his eyes with his oversized arm sleeve, "Shit, m'sorry. Do we know each other?" 

That question didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. "We went to college together. I attended a few of your mixes, which were always great.” And under your breath you mutter, “I may or may not have pushed Soonyoung in the gym pool sophomore year." 

A mixture of a huff and chuckle escape his lips, "I remember now. His phone was in his pocket." 

You smile. Even if you never did have a conversation in university, it feels good to have left a memory, however minute, in his student career. “So, do you wanna tell me what happened?” 

He sighs, “It’s Yoojung.” 

You blink back, tilting your head. Yoojung was the cute freshman that plopped on the scene the first week of September. It was no surprise that Vernon would be into her all those years ago. She was sassy, sexy, and packed a powerful personality in that petite body. In fact, you couldn’t imagine what could’ve been wrong, because last time you checked social media, they were doing peachy. 

But obviously there is something wrong. With two fingers, you tug apprehensively at his sleeve. It’s the one holding his house keys. “Do you wanna go inside?” 

“Eventually.” 

With a frown, you stare at the seemingly harmless off-white door. If it is girl trouble, you’d imagine that Vernon would be coming home to a lot of painful memories if that were the case. Maybe Yoojung left her clothes or something and he’d start wailing again. 

“How about you come chill in my apartment?” you blurt out, holding out your bag of take-out in hopes he’d be enticed by food. “I have jajangmyeon. We can share.” At the mention of food, his stomach growls in reply. A resounding yes. You bite your lip in an attempt to hide your smile, but it was no use. With a jerk of your head and a light pat on his shoulder, you lead him two more floors up to your room. 

You grimace at how evident it is that your apartment is not ready for guests. The door is only open two centimeters in and you can see your nude bra (not even the sexy kind) hanging from your ironing board. 

Vernon trails behind you, shutting the door. 

“God, what a bad first impression huh?” you chime, stalking up to snatch your bra and throw it in the laundry basket. “Sorry about that, do you want something to drink—”

“Yoojung might be pregnant.” 

You drop your take out, plastic clanging on your coffee table. Vernon is unmoving, shoes on. You take a tentative step towards him, offering him another unseen smile. “Oh? Well, did you guys get tested—”

“I wouldn’t be the father.” Vernon mutters bitterly, bangs falling on his eyes. “We’ve never had sex.” 

Oh. You’re quiet as Vernon finally shucks off his shoes, taking the time to push them neatly against the steps. He even hangs his denim jacket up, along with his bag. If he notices you staring at him, he ignores it. Breaking out of your reverie, you force yourself into your tiny kitchen, making as much noise as possible when taking out the kitchenware. 

“Do you want wine or tea?” you ask. 

“Tea, please. Do you have honey and milk?” 

You smile, picking out a Winnie the Pooh mug from your display case. “You got it.” 

With your water heater on, you busy yourself up. You notice for such a lanky guy, it’s easy for Vernon to appear so small. He’s curled up on your couch, poking at one of your stuffed animals as he settles for turning on your TV. The soft fluffy blanket matches his oversized sweatsuit, one big gray blob stretching over your couch.

Grabbing the bear-shaped honey bottle, you squeeze as much of the syrupy confection as you can into his mug. It looks like he needs it. 

[izicodes]

Hello! I've been really debating if I would want to major in computer programming. I have an interest in digital art, graphic design, and computer programing.

Why are you like literally me? I love all three of those subjects to bits - did Art and Graphics Design at school and currently doing programming.

I hope you know I can’t choose for you.

One way I do to really test myself whenever Im stuck with a decision like this, is to put the subject names in a hat (or something similar) and pick a subject randomly. If you look at the subject “oh…” and feel regret, you didn’t actually want to do that subject. If you look at it and go “Oh cool okay I’ll do this then” confidently, then do that subject!

But seriously:

Look at the course syllabus and compare what you have to do to complete the course

Are the exams doable?

The career progression after studies and does it align with what you THINK you want in the future (you don’t have to know now what you want to be)

How you are going to make a living from learning this (in the end, we all need a job/money to sustain ourselves independently)

See which subject is more realistic - as much as we love to dream sometimes it’s best to go with what’s realistic but at the same time makes you happy.

That’s my advice. Personally for me, I tend to narrow down from there and choose the best option.

Hope this helps, if not, do let me know!

[moonlightknightess]

I have horny prompt like : floch watching his boss (eren) fucking his wives (mikasha) in his office.

Lmao

I'm sorry this is just so random 🤣 like why Floch? Why especifically him out of any of the rest of the characters? And why are they doing it in his office!? (Unless u meant Eren's office, if that's the case im sorry cuz I already wrote the whole thing lol) I'm really curious abt it

Not like I mind tbh, he never struck to me as a character so I don't really care giving him a hard time lol

I'm sorry in advance for anyone who genuinely likes him and read this by any chance, because I did him dirty 💀

Anyways, enjoy!

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If anyone ever asked him why he hated Eren Yeager so much, he would go into an endlesss rambling so long that would make the poor soul that asked him that question regret all the decisions that lead them to be at that exact time and thay exact moment

For starters, he has known the fucker ever since college in the law program, for almost a decade especifically, and his experience dealing with him has to be one of the worst he has ever did dealing with any normal person, but it's not like he is a normal person afterall

The guy was basically a ticking bomb, always at the vergue to explode at the smallest provocations, which really became a problem the moment he started to pick on him just because he had the audicity to call his midget blond friend "four eyes" once, jumping into his defense like his fucking husband and giving him a hard time whenever they run into each other

Another thing he hated about him was his mountain sized ego, always acting like top notch shit at everything he participated at, getting the best grades despite spending more time at parties than working his ass on his career or getting rewarded for his performance at the football's competitions even though he hardly tries at all, the dumb nuts that always surround him feeding his narcisism with praises and by basically licking his boots, simply disgusting

But if there is something that he hated the most about him it's how lucky he was

It was already bad enough that he seemed to do good on his grade despite not trying at all, but the fact that he got lucky in the genetic lottery was simply so fucking unfair, giving him all the right traits that made girls fall to his feet and getting the best body genetic to presume to everybody else, the perfect example of annoying gym bro that can't shut up about himself

The fact that there was someone so fucked up in the head to willingly date him like that chick with the scar in the cheek was just amusing

So much wasted potential to be honest, he can only pity her

And yet, when he thought he wouldn't have to deal with his bullshit anymore now that he graduated but was meet with the fact that the very first job he landed he met him again, and even more upsetting, managed to become his boss, he almost wanted to jump off the window

There was simply no way life could favorite someone this much

That's why, when he went to his office to bring him the workpapers of the cases and saw him fucking the living shit out of an unknown woman right on his desk, he couldn't think about something else than ruining his life, taking out his phone and reconding the whole thing from start to end, making a note of asking Jean for that Ackerman girl once he is done

This time he wont get away with it

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- ... Are you serious? - Said the female voice frim the other like, unsure

- Of course I am! - He said almost screaming, already fed up with her - I sent you the video! He was fucking a girl in his office! -

- I can hardly see anything in that video, it's too blurry - He really wanted to shout at her face how delusional she was, he knows she really was down bad for him if she was willing to marry that idiot but this was stupid

The video didn't look that bad!

Plus she didn't even sound that upset about the prospect of her husband cheating on her

- Can you describe her at least? - Said Mikasa

- She is a redhead! - he tried to explain, getting all the details he could from his memories - She ties her hair in a ponytail and got bangs on her forehead - He really doesn't want to remember all the details about that fucker fucking one of his whores stupid, but if he can ruin his marriage by doing it then so be it - She got tannish skin too -

The memories are still fresh in his mind, the overreacting and annoying moans of the bitch still ringing inside his head as he grunted like a sick dog in heat, watching every single snap of his hips on her thick thighs and the slight jump her breast did out of her unbuttoned shirt, the ripped pantyhose giving him the view of the pinkest slit he has ever seen, ruined by his horrible shaft, watching the whole thing just making him feel like throwing up and yet enduring it until they seemed to be done

Just making sure it was really Eren, nothing more

- Oh - She simply said as response, not quite the reaction he was expecting from her - I think I know who she is... thanks for telling me -

- You're welc- but before he could say something else she hung up

It's not like ti mattered anyways, once he goes bsck to work he will hopefully met the wondeful sight of the asshole dealing with a divorce, and if he was lucky, he would get to see him getting fired for having sex in work installations

For once, he will win against Eren Yeager

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Unfortunely, instead of being met with the news of his boss being fired, he went to his office to meet the sight of him accompanied by two women, the very same girl from before now along with his wife, both of them lying on his office desk as the mess of papers and clothes on the ground grew larger, witnessing in first seat rows how he basically destroyed a week worth of work by ruining it with their disgusting sweat and the distinct white threads staining the document he spent so long working on

- What the fuck? - He meant to shout it, to scream it, but instead, it came out as a small whisper, so small it was swallowed by the sounds they were making

Swallowed by the sounds of the two bitches that might as well haven't be dicked down in a long time, the one he knows it's his wife getting drilled by him in a way that makes it look like a performance for a freacking porno, her body throwing and tossing in every direction, making the few left documents fall to the ground, the other woman on her side eliciting more curses out of her with every kiss delivered to her chest and the quick rub of her fingers on her clit, circle motioned movements making her whimper im the same way his fingers make her grith her teeth and bite on the snowy white skin of her companion

- Oh? - It was him who speaked this time, voice so codescending and uninterested and yet with so much edge that it brings back the memories he tried to bury inside his mind for so much time, body shaking just at hearing it - What's the matter? I thought you liked watching, snitching bitch -

His stomach dropped to the ground just hearing at those words and the meaning behind them, cursing at himself for watching him go for so long despite having already recorded enough evidence at the time

Cursing at himself for ever believing that bitch had the spine to confront him, instead of joining

He was just way too dumbfounded to react, to come up with something- anything to defend himself

Instead, he only could stood there, watching him have his way with his companions right in front of him, in the office he spents day and night working his ass off for a paycheck that barely helps him survive the month, fists tightening in hopes of using them for once but too afraid to do something about it

His only consolation prize coming in the form of enjoying the sight of the two women and their dreamlike bodies covered in mouth-watering lace underwear, to see them enjoying themselves by the actions of another man that was not him, by hearing them praise the very same fucker that made his time in college a living hell, whorshipping him in the only way a lover would, the intense glint of the silver white rings they all wear on their fingers making him understand why his plan failed

By watching the very same good for nothing fucker get favorited by life again and being given the life he deserved

- Now, don't get too comfortable, weirdo - It was hard to tell what he was saying, his words barely making out of the concert of moans he was focusing on creating, not even bothering to turn in his direction to make himself clear, his only priority being trying to make the two girls come undone by his hand, the Ackerman girl and the other woman by his side seemingly reaching their peak the more they struggled to breath and the more sweat formed on their bodies, hiz gaze lowering to the mess if papers he created for a second - You still need work to get done, unless you want to gwt fired... fuck -

He really wanted to beat the shit out of him right there, his feet slowly closing the gap in between them and his fists raising with the intention of eraising that shit eating smile he seemed to do just to provoke him, to get justice by himself for once, even if he had to go against the odds

And yet, when he flickered his gaze in his direction for flash of a second, he knew perfectly that there was no way he was doing that, that there was nl way in which he could fight him

Not when he knew for sure he could never win, nor when he knew the repercursions of even daring to do such a thing

He could only fall to his knees and gather the only dignity left in the ground in the form of the several papers he would surely have to rewrite, fingers trying to dry the whitey ooze of it in the hopes of recovering some of it

- Good job - Eren taunted, voice stil deafened by the voice of his girls, his non stoping hips coming to a stop the moment he heard one of them let out the loudest screams he has ever heard a woman made, his eyes locking themselves where she was dripping right to the floor

- Bring me some water too, will you? - He said, almost as if sensing him not doing what he was asked, hands hurriedly resuming gathering the seveeal papers on the floor, the voice of the redhead woman slowly growing to the point where she was the only thing he could hear, the nasty sounds of his figers stirring her insides - I won't be done here for a while -

His hold thightened in frustration, ruining the paper on his hand as he tried to think about all the wrong things he ever did to deserve all this shit...

[multyfandoms-imagines]

Do you happen to have headcanons or imagines centered around Ayin/Keter Sephirah? Especially any related to his many different versions from Legacy to Beta to the final version of Lobotomy Corporation?

The main character of the Manager did change a lot from being a little box cube character in the old pre-launch days to the simple silent insert protagonist pre-final days and to the character we all love and loathe in LC and the sequels.

So it would be interesting to hear your thoughts on Ayin if you have any thoughts about him, if that is acceptable of course to you and within the rules.

Ooh im probably gonna get mixed responses to this one lmao. But here is how i see Ayin

Legacy, Modern and then what do they have in common

Spoilers everyone!

TW: death, mental illness/instability, s-de of 2 characters (LC fans would know), alcoholism

Ayin headcanons (Legacy/Modern version)

Legacy

•this Ayin (aka A, X) has more sanity then his modern counterpart. Tho still off the rails at times

•definitely stressed with how stressful Legacy can be

•suspects the Ai program Angela that he created to hurt him in some way, but A is not sure how yet

•does not really remember much before loops, but when Ayin does, he gets a migraine. Does not know why he even began to think like that (or maybe knows, but its too deep in his mind to remember)

Modern

•believe it or not, his sanity didnt just go downhill, it went though the Earth and into a void of space

•man used to care about his colleagues, but after the Head raid, people dieing in experiments and finally the su-de of other 2 colleagues, one of them being very close to him. Ayin lost much hope

•he tried to make Angela as a means of unhealthy coping (as well as assistant) but it didnt end well

•used to spend most of his time either mourning, drinking and talking to a certain brain

•does feel regret in having Angela to do all the terrible things, but Ayin does not have the courage to either deactivate her or apologize (he is a broken man okay)

•Abel, Abram and Adam (fk day 49 in particular) are Ayin's split personalities. X personality is just Ayin but oblivious that he is the founder and such

Common things:

•Ordeals are the manifestations of Ayin's broken mind. He used to think that they will help in getting enough energy if he used his traumas to get the job done

•despite one Angela being just a text and another a robot, both cannot bring themselves to kill their creation or apologize because they believe they are too far gone

•mostly used to keep going because of Carmen's last wish to help people, but both do not really care if the facility either blows up or abnormalities escape into the world

[zhuhongs]

oh boy besties. here for my first day of after school program 20 minutes early and im... really nervous. i dont know why. ive done this before. and i will only be here for 12 days. i know this. but fuck. idk, as of late it really feels like im making all the wrong decisions in ny life. like i plan for things, even small stuff and it just never goes according to plan. and this is in an environment I'm familiar with. what happens when i go abroad. what if what ive wanted for years is actually awful for me. im starting to understand why people stay with what they know even when they hate it. i miss the familiarity of my old job and knowing what to do. and knowing what to expect. i hate doing all these new things and it not going smoothly. but part of me knows that if i only stick to what i know, ill never grow as a person. so i need to be uncomfortable. i need to be challenged and i know my decisions will be correct in the end. and ill forget these moments like right now. ill look back and be happy i took a risk. but sometimes im really scared im making a bug mistake thats too costly to regret. i know that im in a privileged place regardless and im doing things that many cannot do but fuck am i just a lit but scared about everything. but i also feel like when things go well i crave this sort of edge. idk. its odd. but here i am. and theres no going back. i miss my old kids tho

[meruz]

i havent answered asks in a long time and im probably missing a bunch but i figure better to do some than none at all so

topics addressed: x-men, art school, car seat headrest, heavypaint studies

1) Do you sell stickers or prints?

yes! and i totally have bi flag alfred up as a print... uh ... not stickers because i only have this inprnt store but yes. prints. definitely. right here

2) Are you fine if we do fanart of your jubilee design? 

OFC I AM i mean its already fanart in its own right also i dont own jubilee. if you do any fanart of any of my designs all i ask is that you please message me it when ur done because i want to see...! also sorry im answering this so late u probably dont care to do fanart of it anymore LOL....

3) Have you heard about x-men 97?

yes ofc I’m very excited! Well actually I’ve never been super into the x-men cartoons im rly a comics-only type... but I’m excited that x-men gets more animated stuff and that probably a lot of people will watch it and like the x-men bc of it ^^ furthermore i want marvel to hire me to work on it??? i know people who have freelanced for the show and i had to pretend to be normal and not incredibly jealous that someone else’s grubby hands were touching my favorite comics ip... anyways if any of u know someone who has connections to the show, hook me up LOL.

4)

this was a weird ask

1) is it ok to use your art as a wallpaper for my phone or computer?

the answer to this is literally in my FAQ but also someone asked me about hi-res wallpapers a while ago and i made a bunch downloadable on gumroad for a couple bucks I actually meant to take it down a while ago but i keep forgetting so.... get it before I remember again and take it down for real.

2) I was wondering if you went to an art school and if you think someone can make it in the industry without a degree in art or an associated field?

Yeah, I went to art school. I went to the Rhode Island School of Design because when I applied for colleges in like 2012 it was ranked the #1 fine arts program in the u.s. or something and I wanted to impress my parents and give them something to brag about to other parents. I mean there’s other reasons obviously but I think that was rly the gist of it and I try not to minimize it because the social pressure to “go to a good school” is enormous for a lot of people - certainly was for me! Do I think someone can make it in the [art] industry without a degree in art? YES. ABSOLUTELY. I feel like this might not be common knowledge for students or people outside the industry but I think you can ask almost every working professional artist and they either are or have coworkers who never went to art school. It’s absolutely Not a requirement for a job in the industry, people really only care about 1) your portfolio 2) professionalism I guess but i wouldn’t even really call it professionalism so much as i’d call it “being easy to work with”. I personally have worked with many artists who have come from STEM careers or community college courses etc. there’s of course huge exceptions like for instance if you’re a non-u.s. artist and want to work in the u.s. industry... not having a degree is a career-blocking hurdle for work visa/immigration stuff. But thats just it like at the end of the day an art degree is little more than paperwork.

for what its worth though I did enjoy going to art school a lot and I don’t regret it. Often times I even miss it! I could do without the debt (sizeable even with my scholarship taking the brunt of it) but I don’t consider it a life-ruining decision at the end of the day. 3) do you listen to car seat headrest?

does something about my art give off the vibes of someone who listens to car seat headrest.....?

I think I have one or two csh songs in my spotify likes. but i gotta be honest the only time i was able to listen to Beach Life in Death in full is via the glass beach cover.

4) how long do your heavypaint studies take, and do you do them on the spot in one sitting or work from a photo?

approximately 20-40 minutes! maybe pushing 50 if I’m distracted or stumped but I don’t think any of them have taken a full hour...I feel like i would know if they had. I try to do most of them on location! And if not, I always START on location, take a photo to remember and then finish it later when I’m in a more comfortable place or have more time. I feel like the observations I make in-person are important... they’re what inspire me to paint in the first place! And I only rly have interest in painting my personal experiences for these observational exercises so I try not to work from a photo of a place I haven’t been or a photo I haven’t taken myself.