#class clashes

[whostheweakersexnow]

Camp Mix-Up

Chapter 1: The Arrival

It was supposed to be the perfect summer. For the boys of the elite Westbridge Academy, this camp was meant to be a prestigious pre-season training program—a place where wealthy, talented young athletes could hone their skills before returning to their private schools and travel teams.

For the girls from Oakridge Community Center, it was supposed to be an opportunity of a lifetime—an escape from their struggling neighborhoods to immerse themselves in the performing arts at a renowned ballet camp.

But something went terribly, terribly wrong.

When the buses pulled up to their respective destinations, confusion settled in almost immediately.

A group of well-dressed teenage boys stepped off a sleek, air-conditioned coach onto the grounds of Camp Swanbrook, expecting pristine soccer fields and state-of-the-art training facilities. Instead, they were met with peeling wooden signs reading "A Celebration of Dance & Self-Expression!" and an array of pastel-colored buildings adorned with painted ballet slippers.

Meanwhile, a ragtag group of girls, many wearing second-hand sneakers and carrying duffel bags patched with duct tape, were dropped off at Brightwood Elite Soccer Camp, where polished turf fields stretched as far as the eye could see, and a towering, glass-walled clubhouse overlooked the grounds.

By the time both groups realized the mix-up, their respective buses had disappeared down the winding roads, leaving them stranded in worlds that were not their own.

Chapter 2: The Boys' New Look

At Camp Swanbrook, the boys of Westbridge Academy were led toward a small wooden building where they were handed their "camp uniforms." Expecting stylish tracksuits or maybe some basic athletic wear, they were instead met with bundles of fabric in soft pinks and pastel tones.

"What the hell is this?" asked Nathan, holding up a wrinkled pink tank top with Camp Swanbrook embroidered in white cursive.

One of the camp counselors, an elderly woman named Miss Janine, smiled kindly. "That's your day uniform, dear. Go ahead and change. You'll also find your skirts and stockings in your cabins."

"Skirts?" James, the team captain, practically choked on the word.

A few moments later, reality set in as they were directed to their rundown barracks, where metal cots lined the walls, their thin, lumpy mattresses barely looking fit to sleep on. At the foot of each bed was a folded gingham skirt, white knee-high stockings, and a small plastic package containing… pastel pink cotton panties.

"You've gotta be joking," muttered Ethan, gripping the underwear between two fingers like it was toxic waste.

But there was no way around it. They were told that camp rules required them to wear the official uniform at all times. Their designer clothes, including their luxury-brand boxers, were taken and locked away.

With no other choice, they changed into the humiliating attire. The skirts, slightly faded from years of use, were just long enough to provide some coverage but short enough to make them feel exposed. The knee-high stockings felt strange against their skin, and the pink tank tops clung awkwardly to their muscular frames.

They expected laughter from the other campers—but there were no other boys. They were alone, a team of humiliated athletes stranded in a world designed for ballerinas.

Chapter 3: The Girls' Surprise Upgrade

Meanwhile, at Brightwood Elite Soccer Camp, the girls from Oakridge Community Center were preparing for the best summer of their lives.

Upon arrival, they were each led to private villas—yes, villas. Unlike the broken-down community housing they were used to, these lavish lodgings had queen-sized beds, private bathrooms, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the fields.

Inside their rooms, they found brand-new soccer uniforms made by the most prestigious sports brands—Nike, Adidas, and Puma. Each girl was given a full wardrobe: jerseys, shorts, socks, and even a personalized tracksuit.

"This… this is ours?" asked Maria, staring wide-eyed at the embroidered emblem on her new jersey.

"You bet it is," grinned Coach Ramirez. "You're here as part of our Elite Soccer Development Program. We expect hard work, but you'll be treated like professionals."

For the girls, it was like stepping into a dream.

For the boys, it was a nightmare.

Chapter 4: Ballerinas in Training

At Camp Swanbrook, the suffering had only begun.

Day one introduced them to ballet class.

Their morning attire was even worse than their day uniforms—white tights, pink leotards, and a stiff tutu. There was no escape from the humiliation, no chance to protest. The camp staff simply wouldn’t hear it.

"You signed up for this camp," Miss Janine said cheerfully. "And at Swanbrook, we believe in total commitment!"

"But we didn’t sign up—" James started, only to be cut off.

"Nonsense! Now, everyone to the barre!"

Their first challenge? Learning how to curtsy.

“Hands on your skirt,” Miss Janine instructed, “bend slightly, and bow your head. Come now, show respect!”

The boys hesitated, but the stern gaze of the instructors left no room for argument. With cheeks burning, they gripped the edges of their tutus and performed the dainty movement.

Their embarrassment grew as they were introduced to the ballet barre.

"Point your toes! Extend your arms gracefully!"

But grace was the last thing the boys had. Their soccer-toned legs wobbled, their arms flailed, and they stumbled over each other. By the end of the session, their once-proud confidence was in shambles.

It didn’t help that the camp staff treated them like delicate dancers, constantly correcting their posture, reminding them to be "elegant," and worst of all, referring to them as “the girls.”

“That was an adorable first attempt, girls!" one of the instructors said cheerfully.

James’s fists clenched. They weren’t used to being laughed at. They were supposed to be admired.

Now, they were a joke.

And the worst part? The mirrors.

Everywhere they turned, their own reflections mocked them—tough, athletic young men reduced to pink-clad dancers struggling to keep up with the graceful movements of the instructors.

Chapter 5: The Girls Take Over

Meanwhile, at Brightwood, the girls thrived.

Under the guidance of top-tier coaches, they improved rapidly. By the end of the first week, they were running drills that would have intimidated most boys.

Even better, they had the run of the camp. The expensive clubhouse was open to them, filled with leather couches, widescreen TVs, and endless snacks. The same boys who would have laughed at them in the real world were now stuck wearing pink tutus while they lived the dream.

During one of their team meetings, Maria smirked.

“You know,” she said, leaning back in her chair, “the boys must be miserable right now.”

“I’d pay money to see them,” Brianna laughed.

Luckily for them, they wouldn’t have to wait long.

Chapter 6: The Performance

After weeks of training, the ultimate humiliation awaited: the final performance.

Meanwhile, the girls had spent the summer excelling in their new environment. Dressed in their professional-grade tracksuits, they arrived at the performance in a sleek, air-conditioned luxury bus, their confidence soaring.

The boys, however, were packed onto a rickety yellow school bus that reeked of sweat and mildew, already dressed in their ballet outfits. The moment they stepped off the bus, the packed audience—consisting of their families, camp sponsors, and, of course, the girls—burst into laughter and excited whispers.

James clenched his fists, his face burning with embarrassment. He could see his father, a prestigious businessman, sitting in the front row with an expression of pure shock. The same man who had once called him a "future champion" now watched as he tiptoed across the stage in pink slippers and a tutu.

And so, with nowhere to hide, the wealthy soccer stars-turned-ballerinas performed in front of a packed house, their once-untouchable egos shattered.

The girls, meanwhile, leaned back in their seats in their VIP section, watching with satisfaction while sipping complimentary drinks from the lounge. They had spent the summer as champions, adored and respected, while the boys had been humbled in the most unexpected way.

“What a beautiful performance,” Maria teased, nudging Brianna.

Brianna grinned. “I think we won this summer, don’t you?”

As the boys twirled across the stage, knowing there were cameras, knowing there was no escaping this humiliation, they realized something:

For the first time in their privileged lives…

They weren’t the stars.

They were the joke.

And the girls?

The girls had never felt more powerful.

As the final curtain fell, one thing was certain—no one would ever forget the summer of the Great Camp Mix-Up.

[littlefankingdom]

Am I the only one that doesn't really like the "Alfred is Jason's favorite in the family", especially because Alfred is classist (he views things associated with the lower classes as inferior, like street art and rock aren't real art to him and he shows disgust toward it) and probably believes in some elitist shit about behaviors and educations (which he tries to make the fam follow at the manor, with or without success depending on the day. Like, refusing to eat with them, putting a separation between himself and his family, that's some unhealthy elitist bs because he is "the help" and so cannot eat with the masters), while Jason is a street kid, so all this bs would hurt him. It's ironic how some people will be mad at Bruce because he said that Jason would have turn to crime without him, and that's classist (and could just be the writers' opinion. But also, it's a fact that the system forces extremely poor folks to do crimes to survive, because there's no other solutions. The kid is parentless, homeless and doesn't go to school, how is he supposed to survive?), but they don't say anything about all the classism Alfred has done through the years, because Alfred is this British posh "saint".

[toonhall]

Hello, my name is Chip R., and I have on my own free accord elected to undergo the procedure known as Severance.

[carnis-insanis]

Cosmo was wary of Flint's music dreams at first, but seeing his joy alongside Graham reminded him of his own childhood dreams. He couldn't deny joining them on stage—they were never quite satisfied as just a duet.

long overdue art trade with reedenthusiest on twt

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

calling levi racist is crazy, but i see it💀

Like, damn Leviathan, that guy's 19, chill tf down

I guess we could call it xenophobia if we're being cheritable and I usually really really really dislike using real world terms with real meanings to discribe fictional settings.

Again, this does make sense for Leviathan's character. He acts really agressive towards all the kings, do you really think he'll be any less harsh on their subordonates. My problem isn't necessarly that Leviathan is like this, it's that I, as a player, can't at the very least point out that "hey, maybe calling our healer an 'oddity' is a bad idea".

It's insane that Leviathan tries to kill the MC twice and they're just like "yeah, happens all the time"... like... that's abuse. Again, makes sense for Leviathan's character, but it really makes the MC feel like such a doormat of a person

[gagsolineoilrefinery]

A poster for Mozzarella Styx that I made for class and just remembered I forgot to post on here, got told it looked like it could be an actual poster ingame and I've never recovered

Also heres the logo seperately bc I really liked how it turned out :]

[seltzher-bottel]

Mity mity mity

[metropolisyuri]

Everybody say hi to Toontown's #1 meatpacker, the Muckraker! Please be warned of food poisoning before purchasing her products.

[bruhlesbian]

"IT WOULD DO THOUST WELL, TOON, TO NOT FORGET THAT THINE OWN BODY IS AS JUST AS MUCH A TOOL AS ANYTHING ELSE IN THIS LIFE." -HOLLY GRAYELLE CIRCA, NEVER.

[ravaging-angel]

Me: "Geez I don't know who's gonna be my favorite, they're all so cool and unique! Maybe Chip, or maybe Dave? Maybe it's Misty, or一"

Bellringer: *Likes Boxing*

Me: "ah."

[toonhall]

i've been rotating my version of cog worldbuilding in my mind and i think they'd kinda be stuck in 80s technology because their whole thing kind of strikes me as yuppie culture. just the general individualist and corporate motivations. idk. and i think the gross beige technology works well for them.

[twnxfiresigns]

just realized (one of) the reason(s) why i’m so attached to odysseus and athena’s relationship in epic…they remind me of me and my (ex) bestie

[missattau]

here, let me help

[bumblingbabooshka]

Rate My Professor . Com

[seltzher-bottel]

Plutocrat augh

[moonshynecybin]

what’s your take on franky/alex? where did this ship even come from?

franky and alex DOES have an origin point it is dr @baking-soda and @yekoc they experience many rpf prophetic visions that end up being pure characterization genius tbh... and i am hardly the person to come to for the franky/alex manifesto BUT. i think this is one of those rpf ships that is less about what how they have interacted irl in the literal sense (they were teammates in the lower classes though, which has a fun childhood sweethearts angle), and more about how their personalities and place within the broader "story" of motogp intersect, yknow? although i will say (and this is SO crucial for the irl drama of it all) that when franky had his bad accident during preseason at portimao last year and got LITERAL AMNESIA FROM HIS HEAD INJURY, it was the marquez brothers who got to him first, signaled for the medical staff, and put him in the recovery postion. and it just doenst get more high drama romance than that like literally. LITERALLYYYY

SO primarily i see it used as a vehicle to interrogate alex as the little brother of the most main-character-syndrome man alive who is mostly okay with that because marc is his best friend, but ALSO yearns for his own identity and independence while recognizing that marc is like. not interested in independence really at all. and feeling a little weird about that. and then he DOES carve out something for himself with franky and has to reckon with the sort of. extreme guilt and overwhelming wonder/excitement that comes with that while lowkey feeling like rotten scum because SO much of his life has been about marc in some way and this one thing is entirely free of him and he doesnt even feel like he can TELL marc this because franky is the original vr46 academy guy.... which is a fun way to dig into alex's whole deal for me like its about alex embracing being his own person (which he has done in little spurts irl, post marc injury and moving out recently come to mind. it is also crucial to me that i dont even think he really RESENTS marc) with his own wants and desires and life which is FUN ! like thats just a neat little character arc that giving him a bf fulfills, and then its also a way to explore franky as probably one of THE most like. well rounded and measured and friendliest (and TRAUMATIZED...) individuals off the motogp track (on track. much like alex. less so.) who is as such perhaps the perfect angsty romcom boyfriend for this specific scenario.... especially because the pics from when they were teammates are very cute !