#i want a decent education so i can get a job i actually care about

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[thecursedjazz]

Postal 1 dude isn't evil (and is genuinely the most morally grounded and decent person we've actually met in the Postal Universe)

From what we gather he was living a very normal life prior to going crazy, not like the other dudes who go on senseless rampages when tasked with mundane everyday things. As Promo material does state he's a well educated and mannered person so it's only realistic that this man did have a genuine job and was generating a level of income prior to his decline in mental health and moving to Paradise.

And as stated before he is well mannered in the sense of being stated a "quiet nice boy" and "voted the most likely to succeed". From what we gather this guy was the text book example of a model citizen. The only "flaw" is that he kept referring to a girl he only dated once as his girlfriend but even then that could come down his delusions along with his lack of grip on reality causing him to genuinely think she's his girlfriend or  the fact he's canonically quiet (as shown from the Promo material and also the fact that he doesn't actually physically speak AT ALL during the game) and most likely doesn't understand social ques as of it.

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But the most important thing is that he doesn't even have malicious intentions.

The very first thing he proposes after being "attacked" by "groups of lunatics trying to invade his home" is.....go the sherrif for help. The Dude didn't have any Intention to go on a murder spree, he'd rather of just went to the authorities like any other average Joe. The whole thing really tells us that he's not usually a violent person.

Even rewinding back to level one: the war journals (and Vince) did state that the Dude was entirely convinced that he was being attacked by group of lunatics, one of which even firing rockets at him, goes without saying that self defence is really the only option here.

Course it remains solely as self defence until the Dude reaches the train station, the significance being his war journal where he writes "if I can get out i can warn everybody...YES, I CAN WARN EVERYBODY!". The dudes goal has shifted into saving the country as a whole rather than himself which ultimately steers him into going to the air force to find out what has happened to cause the supposed hate plague. The dudes actions represent him more as selfless now with him now doing this in the bigger scheme of things rather than his own self preservation. If its not clear already: maniacs wouldn't care about warning/ saving people from a hate plague, Dude 2 most likely wouldn't give a shit and let it spread since he was totally cool with nuking the entirety of paradise and its innocent civilians.

Furthermore he openly states that he doesn't want to kill people. At the trailer park he writes that "There must be others like me, immune to this...germ warfare or whatever it is". Practically he's saying that he'd much rather run into some normal people instead of having to kill them, it's a stark contrast to the other dudes with the Postal 1 dude appearing as genuinely empathetic whereas the others will literally kill people for something as simple as waiting in line and afterwards not think anything of it.

Also very worth noting that when he enters the ghetto he mentions he's genuinely worried he'll get mugged, we're really getting the picture that he's literally just some normal ass guy with the idea of going to the rough side of town shakes him up.

(Even worth pointing out that only for the ghetto does he go back to calling it a diary like he's momentarily lost his soldier/war mentality at the thought of going into the rough side of town).

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So simple and short:

Postal 1 dudes literally just some average everyday guy (who's been through some really fucked up shit that's forever gonna remain unexplained beyond the veteran theory) who's trying to do the right thing but he's woefully misguided due to his deteriorating mental state as well as being possessed by an entity beyond his broken minds comprehension.

He's literally the complete opposite to every other postal dude (and if anything he's one of the most morally grounded people in the franchise as crazy as it is)

Oh and if this wasn't enough: rws did say on a twitter post that he's literally Just some average guy who's had some shitty days.

(I wrote this at 4am so soz if it's all over the place)

[fingerless-glovez]

aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA COLLEGE AU WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE

Here's what I've got so far

Toa

• Majoring in political science and government

• Works at a library

• Absolutely hates his major and would rather be in a music course, but he isn't going to defy Gilbert's wish for him to become a politician

• Gilbert and Roc have a political rivalry and are constantly spying on each other, so when Gilbert found out Guy was being raised to succeed Roc, he felt there was no other choice than to do the same with Toa

• Keep in mind, both Guy and Toa were both extremely young when this was decided

• Adopted Knight and brought him to college with him

• He found Knight during his freshman year knocked out in an alley next to a cat that had unfortunately passed away. Toa took him to the hospital and visited him when he woke up, only to discover he was homeless and has no memory. When Knight recovered, Toa snuck him into his house to live in his closet and receive basic education until college

Fenn

• Majoring in creative writing

• Got disowned, kicked out, and cut off immediately after turning 18

• Joke's on Louis, Fenn set up his own bank accounts and has been saving money since he started his first job at 14

• Throws the best parties

• Regular at Lance and Jasper's bar

Lynt

• Majoring in psychology

• Empath that just wants everyone to be happy

• As his course goes on, he starts to notice the signs that his friends have some serious problems

• Resident peacekeeper

• Cuddles with everyone

Roy

• Majoring in liberal arts

• Wants to be a college professor

• Helps Guy with whatever he needs

• Put on a perfect facade every day

• Klaus works for Roc and Roy is terrified of ruining their working relationship and embarrassing his father, so he basically does everything Guy tells him to

• Sherry, Grayson, MC and Lynt are very concerned

Rio

• Majoring in culinary arts

• Works at his family's restaurant, Voleri Gold Eatery

• Wants to own his own restaurant

• Is the academy's support animal

• Probably got shoved into his locker in high school

• That's what he gets for trying to be a decent person in a fucking high school

Lance

• Majoring in animal sciences

• Works at the same bar as Jasper

• Wants to be a wildlife biologist

• Addis wanted him to go into politics, but y'know what, fuck Addis

• Almost didn't get in because of his shitty permanent record from school, but his test scores were actually really good

• Plus, Lou seemed to sense his potential and passion for animals, so he let him in

• He got a dorm all to himself so he could sneak Christoph in with him. He allows Christoph the top bunk

• Takes care of Nox when Grayson is busy

Knight

• Majoring in animal health

• Toa paid for the bulk of his course, but Knight is working to pay him back

• Works at an animal shelter

• Wants to be a vet

• Secretly lived in Toa's closet before moving out with him to attend the academy

• Has post traumatic amnesia from his past head injury, but neither he nor Toa can afford actual treatment

• Buuuut he starts remembering bits and pieces of his life from constant nightmares and hallucinations

Grayson

• Majoring in criminal justice and police science

• Wants to be a detective

• Wants to investigate his uncle and bring him to justice

• Loves his horse, Nox

• Traumatized by that one scene in The Godfather

• More scared of you than you are of him

• Unless you wanna talk about horses, Nox specifically

(That’s all I got. Still figuring everyone else's antics out)

[cdragons]

Hey! I miss interacting with u, hope you are doing well :)

What is the song that will most describe farleighs and y/ns friendship?

Hey! This is really sweet, anon! THank you! I'm doing great, I have a ton of exams and projects with school that are kind of kicking my butt rn, but today's my birthday so I am excited to share that with my family!

This is a really tough one, mostly because I never expected this friendship to be so popular with everyone. Although I shouldn't be surprised because Farleigh Start was actually so superior in the movie.

Personally, I think these songs really fit them

Gimme More by Brittany Spears

Bad Girls by M.I.A

That's My Girl by Fifth Harmony (also works for Annabel and Y/N)

So What by P!nk

Is You or Is You Ain't My Baby by Louis Jordan and His Tympany Five (look up Marvelous Mrs. Maisel with this song and TELL me that this won't be the most amazing duet with the pair)

Let me know in the comments of your opnions!

I feel like this is a good opportunity to give off some headcanons to describe the vibes I get from Fareligh and Y/n! There are also just my personal headcanons of Farleigh and his story in my AU! I made up these with the help of my internet soulmate @ethereal-athalia!

Here are some headcanons of my personal take of Farleigh's backstory in my AU and in general:

Is it weird if I can see Fareligh coming from New Orleans, Louisiana? Because I can absolutely see him giving off those vibes. He would fit PERFECTLY as a New Yorker, but I can't help but feel he would thrive in the Crescent City.

Farleigh really misses the States, and a big part of the reason he parties so much is to forget how homesick he is. I find it very odd that we are given this extremely intelligent character who would no doubt thrive in an Ivy League like Yale, Harvard, or Brown, but he's stuck in England. James definitely could have just paid for his education there, so why send him to England? Furthermore, why does James cover him up so much? Is it really just because he's family?

Remember when Felix told Oliver that Farleigh got kicked out of every school in England bc he "sucked the teachers off"? First off, ew. Secondly, sure, Farleigh is a bit of a hedonist, but all of his behavior just kind of screams to me that he's really and genuinely unhappy in England and wants to go back. That might be a reason why he was so reluctant for Felix to get close to Y/N since Chapter 1 of 'Fuck Everything.'

Furthermore, it really bothers me how nonchalant Felix is about telling Oliver that piece of information. Even if he knows that Farleigh wouldn't really care, that is still very private information about a young boy who was taken advantage of by teachers who were in a position that allowed them to abuse their power.

Also, for a film that exposes so much about its characters, we really don't know a lot about Farleigh Start and his story, specifically his family in the States.

The part where Farleigh's mom is terrible with money and constantly needs handouts from her brother, James, is very realistic - that part, I believe. But I feel like there is a lot missing with his dad.

Was his dad actually as brutish and abusive as Felix said to Oliver? Personally, I don't really see it. Even at first glance, the way Farleigh carries himself is leagues different from the rest of the Cattons. He's observant and takes in details. He uses all this information as a weapon for any opponent he goes up against.

In my opinion, I could absolutely see Farleigh's dad being a completely normal and decent person with a job as a librarian or English professor. This idea is mostly stemmed from when Fareligh made the 'thus' argument against Oliver's essay at the beginning of the movie, and this seems like something Farleigh knows as if being explained about it from a very early age.

The reason I think his father is ill-portrayed is because I feel like Farleigh's mother met him while she was in America and was intrigued by his unassuming self and married him. But then she got bored because she wasn't living the high and expensive life she was living in England with her family.

Eventually, she got bored and decided to use Farleigh as an excuse to get money from James. Farleigh's dad might have wanted custody of his son but was threatened by his ex-wife that he would never see his son again.

Farleigh is aware of his mother's toxic tendencies, but she's his mother and he loves her anyway. He know she's leeching off of him to get to her brother. But what are his other options? Let her fend for herself?

This is probably so far-fetched and a huge reach, but the Cattons are portrayed as people who love to feed off their own sense of entitlement over others by showing of 'generous' and 'charitable' they are to take of other people. When anything bad happens to them, they wear it like a trophy. Maybe that's what happened with Farleigh?

NOW! Onto Farleigh and Reader (also ft. Michael Gavey bc he's bb):

Being around Y/N is like being at home for the first time in forever (cue Frozen song) for Farleigh. When they start talking, Y/N is extremely skeptical of his intentions because she thinks that he's just trying to help out Felix. But nope! He just wants a genuine friend.

Y/N makes it clear to Farleigh from the beginning that if he wants to be friends with her, he needs to be friends with Michael. Michael Gavey and Y/N L/N are a package deal. You want one? You get the other.

Farleigh keeps his friendship with Reader a secret from Felix and is helped by Annabel (our girl got a taste of true kindness, sees Felix Catton for the leech he is, and is now part of the Y/N protection club)

With Y/N, he doesn't feel the need to party or drink until he gets alcohol poisoning to have a good time. He learns to have quiet nights doing homework or playing stupid board games with made-up rules.

Michael and Y/N introduce him to DnD, and he's the classic Bard player who rolls for charisma and ends up f*cking his party out of danger every time. Michael is a paladin, and Y/N is a monk, in case you were wondering.

Y/N sometimes uses Farleigh to model for some of her portraits. She learns to appreciate him because she and Michael do need to be reminded sometimes that it's okay to cut loose at times and that spreading their wings won't kill them.

Y/N and Farleigh definitely geek out over art history and literature (symbolism, plot holes, motifs, etc.) and are BIG soul and blues fans. When they all hang out in Y/N's dorm, they will be listening to James Brown, Ella Fitzgerald, and Ray Charles till dawn.

Y/N is someone whom Farleigh can have actual mind-stimulating conversations with in a manner that's respectful but also wildly entertaining. They will discuss everything from rousing debates about politics and current events to philosophical queries about the omegaverse and mpreg.

Michael pretended he wasn't a fan until they caught him singing along to 'Hit the Road Jack' and they never let him forget it.

Also, Farleigh is a MAJOR Michael Gavey x Y/N fan. He wants them to get together SO BADLY! But he won't do this in a productive/uncomplicated way. Nonononono, he plans to make the most convoluted, dramatic, and needlessly complicated schemes to get these two nerds together for his own amusement. *Nudge* *Nudge* *Wink* *Wink*

Real talk though, Fareligh genuinely loves Y/N and her presence as a friend. He has all these expectations placed on him and fake friends who only want to be around him for his cousins. To be around someone who not only misses home like him but also truly appreciates him as an individual and not as a commodity for networking means the world to him.

If Y/N ever does go to Saltburn for the summer (*foreshadowing*), Farleigh will do everything in his power to make sure she won't get sucked into his relatives' fake and shallow schemes.

Also, as a bonus, he loves ranting and trash-talking Oliver with Y/N and Michael. It's like free therapy with better snacks because Michael always brings candy.

These are all the ones I can think of for now, but let me more in the comments or in my ask box if you want more! It really means so much that you guys love this AU so much!

Let me know if you want to be tagged in the comments for future Saltburn AU stuff!

"Fuck Everything, But Mostly Fuck You" Masterlist

Tagging: @ethereal-athalia, @arcielee, @valeskafics, @asa-do-your-thing, @aphroditesmoon, @axelsagewrites, @the1999kid, @poolnoodlerescuer, @aemondsbabe, @@winterblu2, @abaker74, @whereismymindnow, @agustdeeyaa, @iamavailablesstuff, @bonnieblue0606, @st-eve-barnes, @@nyxthoughtss, @immyowndefender, @@ilovemydinoboi, @ahristata, @cxp1d, @jinsoulorbitzen12, @temptation-waits, @bollzinurmouth, @jcngw0ns, @seababehh, @destinydestnation, @lankyboi4, @mindless-rock, @cassavacake, @paradisepoison, @@pansexualpamandabear, @erikasurfer, @@lissamans, @cookielovesbook-akie, @thesmutconnoisseur, @izzyisstuff, @lariisouz, @mioshasworld, @themorriganisamonster, @bre99, @babypinkditto

[dentiststoothfairy]

Violinon back again!!! I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend, and that you’ve had something yummy to eat!! 🥹

I’m back with a request, but a different kind this time!!! I wanted to request something for you, like a free card to write something for yourself that’ll make you happy today, tomorrow, or any time when you feel up to it!! ✨🎻

[ 🎀🦷 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝙾𝙲 ;𝚠; 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑��𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎? 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎.. 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚗! 𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝙽𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 (◍•ᴗ•◍) 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙸𝙳𝚅, 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!)

KEVIN AYUSO and AESOP CARL with an S/O that gets turned into a hunter as a punishment for learning too much.

🤠 KEVIN AYUSO 🤠

He is a decently adventurous person. So when you ran up to him with a spark in your eyes, telling him your plan to turn the manor upside down to discover the secrets, he smiled and encouraged it.

He, nor you, ever had an idea what was about to happen to you.

It was normal for you to disappear for a few days when you were searching for information. Something lucky about you is that you were incredibly educated, so your thirst of knowledge never concerned him.

He was all for you doing what you wanted. And when your task turned up successfully... Now, he isn't the type of man for gossip. But holy shit? Fredrick could be related to Mary???? Now that you mention it, yeah they do look alike... Do you think they know too? Do you thi-

He knows the thrill of adventure can be addicting, but please keep yourself from learning.. Too much. With your passion blinding you from the thrill of the search and discovering secret, he was starting to get a little fidgety as you tell him your plan to discover who Baron DeRoss was.

This is when he starts to step in with a stern, yet concerned expression. Sometimes, there's something like learning way too much. Did you forget the situation everyone is in..? This is still a dangerous situation.. An even more dangerous place.

But your careless response of "who's gonna know" struck a nerve in him. So you just.. Didn't care? He didn't want to lose you, and you're acting so recklessly?? That's his job.

I feel like Kevin wasn't going to be okay, with how you're approaching the situation. He even tried to physically stop you, but you always managed to get past him, or charm him. Curse you and your good looks..!

It wasn't until one day, you seemed extremely pale that he realised you must've discovered something BAD.

Now, no matter what he did. No matter what he said. You wouldn't tell him and brushed him off.

It wasn't until there was an announcement that there was a new hunter arriving to the manor that he looked over at you.

Oh.

⚰️ AESOP CARL ⚰️

Honestly, he really doesn't mind letting you run around and do what you want. Sometimes, being in a relationship can be tiring. So, when you set off on a new task with that familiar burning in your eyes... Yeah go crazy. It gives him a small break.

When you disappear for a day or two. He actually appreciated the quiet time. Unlike Kevin who is more relaxed. Aesop is always internally thankful for moments like these. Yeah, he loves you but. Sometimes having moments to himself helps.

So when you come RACING back with the most scalding tea in the manor, he doesn't really know how to respond. Wasn't this a little.. Personal? He didn't really care about anyone else in the manor, but he was a little paranoid (knowing you), you might wanna discover more about him.

He did not want that.

When you gossip about the survivors after discovering mild information. He doesn't really react or respond. Aesop doesn't exactly contribute anything back. But this is kind of your dynamic. You just.. Blabber and blabber and he silently listens.

But, as your thirst for knowledge begins to run wild. You tell him that you're off to go learn about the chummy Baron. He is at first, apathetic.

Okay, go have fun.

.. Wait. That's probably not a good idea.

He is the type of person to really think things through. He's very, very internal. So he actually sort of thinks what you're doing through and he's like..

Hm... Isn't that.. Wait. No no no no come back

Ah.. But you're already off.

He knows he can't stop you when you're started with something, but it's still... You know..?

He stays on guard in case anything strange occurs in the manor and keeps a special eye out for you.

Once you eventually come back. You're pale. Practically paler than he is-.

He knows something is wrong and he knows you came across information you shouldn't have. He's not the type of person for an I told you so but... Let's face it.

He told you so.

Soon, the announcement of a new hunter comes out.

He doesn't react. He doesn't cry. He doesn't get mad.

He was just silent. He knew. He knew that you knew too

He just didn't think you'd be taken from him so soon...

[ms-demeanor]

if you were actually worried about people sending harassment or whatever why even put someone on the spot about what/where they study? that’s a low blow even if it’s a for profit

Ah, yes, let me clarify: medical grifters get no passes. If you paid to take introductory homeopathy so that you could get your degree in alternative medicine, you are using your "knowledge" to bilk someone out of money that they could be using to actually treat whatever disorder they're hoping you can help them with.

That blogger's patreon specifically lists their alternative medicine "degree" and education with Chestnut as reasons that you should give them money.

Saying "I have studied homeopathy and chiropractic, which is why you should pay me for recipes for herbal menstruation remedies and sound meditations" is specifically worth putting them on the spot.

I actually don't have an issue with someone running sound meditations or putting up ASMR videos. I don't think it's a problem for a layperson to put up a post saying "this is the tea that I drink when I'm feeling gross during my period." But someone who is saying "I have studied [alternative] medicine, and here are recipes for hair growth tea and a skin-clarifying salad" deserves to get called out on their bullshit.

And when I'm calling someone a bullshit medical grifter, I like to cite evidence, because I believe that it's important to combat misinformation and I believe that it's important to verify facts before you share them on the internet. That's why I specifically linked to and screenshotted the institutions they named. I want people reading that to understand that it's not *just* that someone went to a for-profit school, it's that they went to a for-profit school known as a diploma mill that has extremely low standards for degree granting, does not have specific accreditation for many of their programs, and that is engaged in fucking over their students, which is a decent indicator that the school does not care about the quality of education they are providing.

You probably don't know this, but I'm actually very sympathetic to students who have gotten fucked over by predatory schools. I think that the US does a bad job of educating people about what kinds of education are available to them. I think it's messed up that long before ITT tech lost its accreditation it was more of a warning than an asset when you saw it on an application because the IT field had known for a long time that people who went to ITT tech had gotten a shit education and weren't reliable tech workers without significant retraining.

The way that Everglades College is treating its students is bullshit.

But, even though the school itself was predatory, practicing 'alternative medicine' is also predatory, and people who can sit through "Introductory Homeopathy" and still choose to practice alternative medicine (or advertise their education in alternative medicine as a reason to support them financially) are either aware that their practice is full of shit or so dangerously credulous that it is actively harmful for them to give people advice about what they are putting in their bodies.

[villain-in-love]

So basically... A Date With Death MC/Self-insert

Music:

Оно Выделяло Тепло by АИГЕЛ

Death Is A Teacher by Eden Iris

BRAT by Chris Marcell

...also Mixed Messages by Tom Cardy

Facts:

⬩ I have yet to come up with a separate name for her... So for now she's just Katarina.

⬩ Aspiring fashion designer of 25 years of age.

⬩ Currently works as an assistant in an atelier in the centre of the city.

⬩ Lives alone in a studio-type of apartments with her pet cat Seras.

⬩ She’s been getting into all kinds of disasters and life-threatening incidents throughout her life, miraculously surviving every time. Unfortunately, the people around her are usually not so lucky, so she had to witness many deaths.

⬩ At least a half of her family is dead by now, and she keeps her distance with the remaining relatives. Well, it's not that she was ever the type of person who would care about family, so she doesn't dwell on that.

⬩ She has two moods: an insufferable clown and an absolute bitch.

⬩ Most people consider Katarina to be intimidating and unapproachable, mostly because she’s not too fond of social interactions, along with having a sharp tongue and a domineering attitude. And since she doesn't really understand social rules, she comes across as mean and arrogant even when she doesn’t intend to.

⬩ Being conventionally attractive and dressing up in very classy, “formal” fashion doesn’t help her case.

⬩ However, if you get involved in an actual conversation with her, you’ll find that she can be very playful and humorous, she just supresses that side of her. And for a good reason, I must say, because she often goes overboard with her teasing, and her humour indeed can be rather mean.

⬩ Conversations with her also tend to easily slip into something that is either sexual or macabre (she might have some issues).

⬩ Katarina is a romantic at heart, but she never had a chance to date anyone, mostly because she has very specific tastes. But then a certain reaper came along, and it turned out that she's actually really flirty. Too flirty even.

⬩ By the start of the canon timeline she was going crazy from boredom and loneliness. Perhaps that’s why she decided to reply to a "Grim Reaper" weirdo who was spamming her with messages from an unknown app she doesn't even remember installing.

⬩ Anyways, since she was so pent-up, and Casper seemed like such an easy target… Yeah, she just went all out on him. Years of untold jokes and atrocious pick-up lines finally found their way out. She surely had a blast making fun of him.

⬩ It’s not like she completely refuses to believe in supernatural, you know. She’s an agnostic, all she needs is some substantial evidence. But instead of providing that evidence, Casper just kept making a fool of himself for the first few days.

⬩ He’s lucky that he’s so pretty and that Katarina has a thing for idiots with an attitude. This guy is exactly her type (and she’s going to make it his problem).

⬩ Unlike canon MC, Katarina wasn’t that surprised to find out that he’s an actual Grim Reaper. She just needed some time to process the implications (and maybe some vodka).

⬩ That is to say, after learning from Casper that the reason she was constantly getting into accidents was her inability to die, she went through the crisis of realising that she really is the reason that so many people that were close to her are now dead.

⬩ She’s also more chill than canon MC. Casper can actually talk to her seriously… Before she inevitably starts trolling him again because she can’t resist the temptation.

⬩ She graduated high school of art and design but didn’t get to the higher education because her parents died, and she was not ready to work and study at the same time. She managed to find a decent job anyways, but she still wants to get a degree in the future when she’s more stable.

⬩ She only has one friend who is just as bad as she is. Said friend lives in another city, but they talk on the phone constantly.

⬩ She adopted her cat about two years ago after stumbling upon her on the streets. Katarina is very protective of Seras and always tries to ensure her safety above everything else.

⬩ Unlike the way it looks in the game, her actual apartments are a mess, with paper, fabric and tools lying everywhere. Though honestly, this mess is nothing compared to how her working space in an atelier looks.

[bicycle4two]

short fic starring jason and his little mouse from built to love, but broken now

find more ficlets of this couple here

College Days

College.

You’ve never really given it much thought. You’d been editing videos since high school, have made a decent income from it, and never really thought of pursuing anything else. It also helps that although your parents never really cared for you, at least not in the ways that you needed, they had left you enough money to be able to manage on your own for a few years, even with the hefty hospital bills.

So, further education has never been on your mind, didn’t seem like a priority with how your life has been going so far.

But Jason, surprisingly, wanted to go, brought it up over dinner one night before he went out for patrol.

“What do you think about English Lit, mouse?” He had asked as he pushed his food around with his fork.

“Like, as a subject?”

“Well, yeah, like, what do you think if I take it up when the new term starts at Gotham U?”

“I, really, Jason? You want to go?”

“I always liked reading, books, discussing them with Alfred. So, I figured, why not?”

“But do you need to go to college for that? You can, like, sign up for a book club at the library or something.”

There’s a light blush on Jason’s cheeks and he tries to hide it with his hand, tries to play it off. He’s embarrassed. “It’s not just books. I liked school.”

“Well, then sure. I think English Lit is a good course for you to take up.”

“Why don’t you go with me?”

“I, I can’t afford the tuition, Jason.” Now you were playing around with your food, finding it easier to look at than Jason. You could see that he was excited, that this is something he wanted for the both of you.

“So, apply for a scholarship. Hell, we have money. It’s no big deal.”

“No, you have money.”

“Mouse. If you want to go, I’ll make sure it happens.”

So, college. It’s an interesting idea. You think that more than teaching you things that you can learn on the internet anyway, it’s the experience that you want to have. High school was rough, but you think that being on the same campus as Jason might be interesting. You’d at least have a friend to have lunch with.

It’s just, do you really want to take up math again? It seems like it’s an unavoidable subject, that all courses have to at least have the basic units. Algebra and Statistics. And you think, is going back to school really worth it?

“I can help you. You’re not going in this alone.” Jason laughs in that airy chuckle like way of his, more like an amused puff of air, when he sees you sort through different course pamphlets. Rather than ranking them by genuine interest, you were tossing out the courses that required more than two math units, the minimum.

“You’ll have other things to worry about, Jason. You’ll have your own classes, patrol, you can’t just drop everything and tutor me.”

“This is supposed to be fun, mouse.”

“I just don’t want to fail.”

“You’re not going to,” Jason says confidently. He’s been getting more and more comfortable with the idea of going back to school by the day. He’s looked up past syllabuses online, looked into forums where students discussed the best teachers for each subject. “But even if you do, it’s alright. We’re there to learn. It’s not like you’re gunning for a desk job after, right? You’re settled here. Just choose something that’s interesting.”

“I did always want to try art.”

“There you go! And look, only two units of math!”

“Ugh. You better make time for me in your schedule. I’m going to need all the help I can get.”

“I’ll always have time for you.”

...

a/n: inspired by the fact that jason loves books and i genuinely think (and i’m pretty sure i’ve seen discussions about it somewhere with actual proof) that jason’s a nerd and did enjoy school

also i’m just projecting my own frustrations with going back to school and math here. i’ve graduated years ago but still stick to the fact that if i didn’t have to take math ever again, i’d go back.

[archerygun]

Welcome to Hell (my most recent rewrite of the blue people Avatar movie).

DISCLAIMER. No hate to anyone that likes these movies, also, I haven’t seen the second movie. Maybe they get better. But this movie and its absolute lack of characters (except Trudy Chacon she is an icon and will not be forgotten) has haunted me for three years. This IS an exorcism. Double disclaimer, I have NOT bothered researching Avatar lore so bear that in mind. There’s only so long I can think about this movie without going insane.

So, the very, very first thing that got me about this movie is how quickly they move on from the whole “Your twin’s dead, we’re gonna put you into his body.” thing like what the actual fuck. Jake’s twin is called Tom (Tommy) Sully, he was a scientist working on the project and he was killed by a thief attempting to take his wallet, if you needed a refresher. I’ve been calling him Tim for the past three years so don’t worry about forgetting him.

My setup starts similarly to the movie: Tom’s dead, and his alien body has gone missing. It will take years to create a new body with the genetic traits of a completely new person, which will be incredibly expensive and time-consuming. However, there’s a loophole. He has a twin! Jake! The setup is basically the same, Jake is promised the healthcare to get his legs back in return for joining the program.

Sidenote: I’m imagining in this interpretation one of Jake’s deciding factors for joining the marines was to be able to pay for Tom to get further education, as well as to cover the costs of living for their family. Their father had serious medical issues from his time in the military and their mother died serving when the twins were fairly young. Jake was always the one taking care of everyone as well as the sportier one who never did super well in school and he knew Tom would never survive the military. He joined so Tom could get higher education and go into a science job instead, as well as to pay for his dad’s healthcare. I imagine soldiers in this universe are ready to kill from the time they are very young, because they’ve been raised in a society where the narrative and reality is always “There’s not enough for everyone.” (because of heavy corruption, this is not true, but yay wealth inequality). They know it’s kill or be killed. They are shown that the path to a safe decent life has to be carved out in blood.

Grace and Norman are initially more interested in forming diplomatic connections with the Na’vi so they can mine unobtanium - they are disliked by the army at large and at first by Jake because the soldiers view them as having cushy lives and never having to work (kill/die) for anything - because the alternative is the company invading and destroying everything. They think by getting the Na’vi to cooperate with the company, they can work things out (the higher-ups at the company privately agree that the Na’vi will have to be ‘relocated’, sure we can all guess what that means).

Jake slowly becomes friends with Grace and Norman. He doesn’t understand science and in fact he’s barely literate, but he really likes listening to them talk and hearing their enthusiasm. It reminds him of his twin. He explains what life is like for a soldier to them, how they know the army views them as cannon fodder but fight anyway because it’s the only way to make any upward progress in life. It helps them understand a little better why the soldiers dislike them so intensely.

Anyway, while Grace and Norman focus on their mission, Jake becomes a little obsessed with finding Tom’s avatar body so he can bury it; in this version Tom’s death was militarily classified and cannot be spoken about so Jake is desperate for some sort of connection with his dead twin.

So, you’re media literate, you’ve probably guessed where this is going. That’s right, Tom’s alive! But he’s stuck in avatar form because his human body is very much dead as fuck. And the company will super want him dead 2.0 if they find out because he has vital information that they don’t want the Na’vi getting their hands on.

Speaking of the Na’vi, they aren’t paying attention to the humans right now because they’re in the middle of a political crisis. Instead of being engaged, Tsu’tey and Neytiri are fighting for leadership of the Na’vi. Neytiri and her friends have taken in Tom after finding him alone and scared in the forest and Tsu’tey is using it to his political advantage to try and discredit her. (Which is kind of fair, they don’t have any way of knowing he’s not a spy).

(Also I am removing the whole ‘chosen one’ thing that was a little weird and awkward and made me feel a bit iffy. Maybe the ‘chosen one’ is Neytiri or something. Maybe there isn’t one. But I’m gonna make Jake EARN their respect and friendship the hard(er) way).

And here’s some central conflict for you. Tom is a scientist. He’s interested in making connection, trying to stop war from breaking out and preserving the safety of the Na’vi even if some of them super want him dead. Jake just wants his legs back and to make sure his brother’s alright. He doesn’t really give a shit if the Na’vi get genocide as long as Tom’s okay.

So you can have the good old

“Jake, there are more important things in life than your legs.”

“Maybe I’d still HAVE my fucking legs if you weren’t so pathetic!”

Cue sad music.

I want to explore Jake and Tom’s dynamic. Tom being more idealistic and wanting to help people because that was the example his brother unknowingly set for him growing up. Jake being more pessimistic and disaffected because he’s been trained for years to shoot and not think about the people on the other side of the gun. This man has for sure killed people, and the only way he could cope with his actions without breaking completely was to become a mindless killing machine essentially. So they’re gonna have to deprogram that out of him. Jake being selfishly motivated without realising he’d unintentionally brought about his brother’s selflessness. Tom dealing with the weight of Jake probably having some form of PTSD. Jake being overprotective and Ready To Fight at a moment’s notice for Tom.

Grace and Norman are also more likely to now fully side with the Na’vi against the company because Tom’s their close friend and his safety depends on it. Jake’s basically just some stranger to them. Also, I think it’d be really funny if Tom tries really hard to impress the Na’vi with his knowledge of their culture that he’s been studying for ages and it does not work in the slightest, but Jake’s already made like 5 friends by being a dumbass.

“I can recite your entire history :))))”

“?????”

Meanwhile:

“Bet I’m faster than you.”

“Bet you’re not.”

Jumps off of cliff.

Jake was definitely the sporty twin before his legs got deleted. If I included romance between Jake and Neytiri, I think powerful political leader and her sportsball 2 braincells trophy husband is an excellent dynamic.

“……….I’m fucking the future chief.”

“JAKE WE LEFT YOU ALONE FOR TWO MINUTES.”

And my ideal ending would be one in which Jake has to give up his avatar body to save the Na’vi and his other friends. Instead, they cut ties with the rest of humanity and integrate human innovation with Na’vi knowledge to create a successful human society in cohabitation with the Na’vi. Jake engineers a souped up wheelchair that lets him move around way easier and becomes the leader of the new settlement. Sure, it’s a horrible planet to set up a society on. But so is every other planet because human society in this universe is majorly fucked up. They have no money from the company or government or anything, they’re starting basically from scratch with what the mining company left behind. A lot of soldiers stay behind, too, because Jake doesn’t demand that they lay down their lives for him just to be able to feed themselves.

Jake and Neytiri can’t be a proper couple because he’s permanently human now, his avatar body is dead as fuck. (I think him and Tom could probably switch bodies if need be but they would absolutely prefer not to because they’re siblings and they find it gross and weird). But they see each other frequently as leaders of their respective settlements, they live apart but in harmony with each other. The Na’vi interact with the humans, but their different biology and stuff means while the two live close together in a joint society, they have to be somewhat separate from each other.

Because movie Jake doesn’t really go through a story arc. He gets everything he wanted at the start of the movie and all he had to do was fight people he already hated. Idk man. He didn’t really struggle for anything. He was such a non-character.

Anyway, that was long. I’ll definitely post more about this sort of rambly rewrite pitch because I have a lot of thoughts, but that’s it for now. If you have any feedback, anything to add, or any criticism, feel free to add it. This isn’t meant to be me saying you can’t enjoy Avatar or anything. I just personally have a hate obsession about it and cannot be normal. I won’t fault or judge you for liking it.

[theamd426]

@dollypartons95theses- REGGIE CINDERELLA AU this sounds amazing!

Sorry for the late relpy. Tumblr wouldn't let me post it on Monday and then my mom got sick and had to go to the ER and that was scary. But here you go!

I have a lot of plans for this fic, and eventually I want to turn it into an actual novel or screenplay. It's a found family Cinderella story that focuses on how hard it is to get out of an abusive household.

The ships are Willex, Rulie, Boggie, and Ray and Willie's mom!

Compared to North Hollywood, Los Feliz was a dream. There were no metal detectors, the class sizes were smaller, he got free one on one music lessons once a week during study hall, the media center had dozens of new computers students could use to get their work done, and Reggie hadn’t heard about any suspicious activity, then again it was the first day. 

Reggie was pretty sure no one was going to want to be his friend, but he was used to that. Who would want to be friends with the poor kid whose entire family abandoned him? 

Reggie’s first four blocks were fine. Los Feliz was on a block schedule, so normally he only had four classes to go to each day, but today he had to go to all eight and go over the syllabus. He did know for sure he would be getting a lot more homework than he would at North Hollywood. But this was worth it. This could be his only chance to get a decent education before Caleb kicks him out on his 18th birthday. He was going to make every second count.

During Lunch, Reggie chose to sit alone in the back of the cafeteria reading Jane Eyre. He had read it over the summer, but he also had a guided reading discussion next Friday, and he needed to make sure he was prepared. He didn’t get very far into reading before he heard a familiar voice.  

“Reggie?” A voice asked across the cafeteria. 

Reggie looked up from his book, and his face immediately paled. Caleb was going to murder him.

“I didn’t know you went here,” Willie said, taking a seat next to Reggie. He pulled his long black hair up into a messy bun and started to squirt ketchup all over his chicken sandwich. 

“I-I got a scholarship,” Reggie said nervously.

“Full ride?” Willie asked, taking a bite out of his chicken sandwich.

Reggie nodded his head slowly and started to put away his book now that he knew Willie was planning on staying for lunch. 

“You’re so lucky,” Willie said with a sigh. “Caleb is being a pompous ass and is insisting he pay my full tuition.”

“Why?” Reggie asked with a small giggle.

“I don’t know,” Willie sighed. “Something about not wanting the press to find out about him not treating all of his kids equally or some bullshit.”

Reggie gave a small smile knowing that Willie hated his dad as much as he did.

“It’s so stupid, though, because my stepdad’s family are like huge donors, and they were going to wave my tuition.”

“Stepdad?” Reggie asked. 

“Yeah, my mom got married over the summer,” he said casually. “My stepdad is great, he’s a photographer, and he has two kids who are not complete assholes like Claire and Crosby.” 

“So why are you and your mom coming over for dinner tonight?”

Willie groaned and put his head down on the table. 

“It’s going to be torture,” he said as he lifted his head slightly. “My mom failed to get full custody of me, so now Friday night dinners are mandatory, and he wants me to come along to any red carpet event he has. Are you working tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m working all night,” Reggie said with a small shrug. “Once I finish at your dad’s, then I’m off to wash dishes all night at the Club. I live a glamorous life.”

“Jesus, that sucks,” Willie said, slightly disappointed. “I got a job at this art supply store downtown, and I swear I barely have enough time to do anything fun.”

“Like vandalism?” Reggie smirked. 

“I was only doing that to piss off Caleb,” he said, rolling his eyes. “He was trying to make me go to Milan with them for fashion week, and you know how much he cares about his pristine image.”

“Yeah… about that, c-can you not tell your dad I go here?” Reggie said, biting his lip. “He thinks I go to some crappy school in North Hollywood, and I don’t want him knowing I transferred.”

“Why don’t you want him to know you're here?” Willie asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Because he doesn’t want his servant getting a high-quality education,” Reggie said sarcastically, hiding the actual truth in his statement.

“You’re not his servant,” he said, rolling his eyes. 

“Have you seen the uniform your dad makes me wear?” Reggie said. 

Willie immediately started to get flashbacks of a 13-year-old Reggie in a black tuxedo with white gloves holding a tray as he served them dinner. He and his mom were a bit shocked when they first spotted him in his new uniform during dinner. They had seen glimpses of him doing dishes or mopping the floor, but it had never been that extreme. 

After that, Hana tried to limit Willie’s contact with Caleb. The 14-year-old already didn’t like spending time with his dad, so they tried to come up with just about any excuse to avoid contact with Caleb.

“Well, if you manage to get off early tonight, I have an extra ticket for the back-to-school fundraiser at Center Park,” he said with a small smile. “There’s going to be live music, rides, and a ton of carnival games. It should be really fun.”

“I’m not getting off early,” Reggie shrugged. “A new band is playing tonight, so I’ll be busy mopping spills and scrubbing dishes.”

“Well, at least you’ll get a decent paycheck,” Willie said with a smile.

Reggie gave a small smile and tried to think of a way out of this situation. 

“There you are,” An afro-Latina girl with big brown eyes and long curly hair said as she took a seat next to Willie. “I thought we were going to eat outside?”

“Sorry,” Willie said with a small smile. “This is my friend, Reggie. He, unfortunately, works for Caleb. Reggie, this is my new sister Julie. Her friend Flynn should be joining us soon.”

Reggie immediately perked up when Willie called him his friend. Willie didn’t actually consider him a friend, right? Probably not; Willie most likely just didn’t want to introduce him as his dad’s servant, that’s all. 

“I’ll text Flynn and have her meet us here,” Julie said, pulling out her phone.

“Perfect,” Willie said with a smile as he popped a tater-tot in his mouth. 

“You guys don’t have to eat with me,” Reggie said nervously. “I’ll be fine if you guys want to eat lunch outside. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Julie said, pulling out a teal bento box. She gave a big smile seeing her sandwich cut up in the shape of a flower. Julie took a bite out of one of the flower’s petals and then frowned when she noticed Reggie wasn’t eating. 

“Aren’t you hungry?” Julie asked. 

“I uh… I had a big breakfast,” Reggie lied as his stomach growled. 

The truth is Caleb started locking the fridge when he wasn’t cooking the family’s individual meals or putting away groceries. He pretty much only got food these days during his shift at work. 

The club was closed last night. 

“Here,” Julie said, pulling a sandwich out of her book bag. “I have dance next period, and my dad packed it for me in case I needed a snack or something.”

“I can’t take that,” Reggie said, pushing the sandwich towards Julie.

“No, really, it’s fine,” Julie said, pushing the sandwich toward him. “Trust me, I’m not going to eat it.”

“It’s not peanut butter, is it?” Reggie asked, biting his lip.

“Sorry,” Julie said, taking the sandwich back. 

“Wait, since when are you allergic to peanuts?” Willie asked. 

“Since I was like four.”

“But you put peanut sauce in the pad thai you make whenever me and my mom come over,” Willie said, kind of shocked. 

“The smell doesn’t cause a reaction,” Reggie said. “As long as I don’t consume peanuts, then I’m fine. Besides, your dad doesn’t like me eating while I’m on the clock.”

“Yeah, well, my dad’s a dick,” he said grumpily. “I don’t know why you work for that douchebag? He treats you like shit.”

Reggie shrugged his shoulders, hoping to change the conversation. What was he supposed to say to that? He couldn’t quit or stop working for Caleb because he knew that the moment he did, he would get kicked out and become homeless or put in the foster care system, where he’d most likely be placed with families who only wanted to use him as a maid or take him in for the paycheck.

[spaceofentropy]

From one of my WIPs, the one I can share something from. Just because.

It's a Camaro and Billy loves it for a whole fifteen seconds.

His dad takes him to Bob's Used Car Lot on Saturday afternoon. Neil and the owner shake hands, calling each other by first name like they're old friends, and then it's Billy's turn to shake the hand of the short, wiry man with a bald head and a giant black moustache, and tell him that it's a pleasure to meet him, sir. They stay a couple of minutes under the sun, the adults sharing platitudes like they've known each other for a lifetime, when in truth they've been in Indiana for a couple of days only and Neil first set foot here this morning. Neil is good that way, when he wants to. Knows how to put on the affable charm of an upstanding citizen, the kind of man who would never think of beating his wife, never dare to put a finger on his kid.

Bob leads them through the lot, making a beeline between the cars. They shine under the sun, not a speck of dirt on the bodies, tire rims glinting. There are placards behind each windshield, boasting low mileage or, when that's impossible, cheap prices and guaranteed reliability. Bob leads them to the back of the lot, past the more recent, pricier automobiles, towards what are clearly not the crown jewels of his stock.

They sidestep the rustiest Ford truck Billy's ever seen (the placard behind the windshield says it's only 250 dollars, which in Billy's opinion is roughly 200 dollars too many) and an old Nova the color of a fresh turd (this one should go for 240$ but it's discounted at 200 for some unknown reason, probably its color). Behind them, just at the end of the lot, is a Camaro with no placard.

The body is painted a dark blue that reminds Billy of freedom and the ocean, the way the sea and the sky meet on the horizon when the sun has set. Those thick curtains Argyle put up in his bedroom last year, to block some of the early morning sunlight. It's a beautiful color, it just reminds Billy of all the things he doesn't have, landlocked and alone at his father's mercy in the middle of bumfuck Indiana.

But now there's a used Camaro in front of Billy, a promise of speed made of metal, and good god, it's a thing of beauty.

And Billy loves it.

For the fifteen seconds it takes him to slowly circle the car all the way to the driver's side, where he finds himself having to take a step back while he grits his teeth.

The driver's door is off-white. The bodywork around it is all dented and scarred, the paint scraped off in places, and the side mirror's kept attached to the door by a not-generous-enough amount of tape, so it hangs at a wrong angle, like a dead flower dangling from a broken stem.

A breathy "What the fuck!" is out of his lips before he can stop himself, but lucky him his dad is too busy exchanging more small talk with Bob to notice Billy's lack of appreciation now that he sees the actual state of the car.

This Camaro was T-boned and nobody took the time or the minimum effort to repair it decently. Not even a new paint job. Jesus. He wants to ask how much Neil paid for this busted piece of crap, but that would be a sure way to earn himself a beating once they're home.

So Billy bites back everything that's churning inside of him and puts on an appropriately enthused expression. He's got a car! Everything is perfect! Who cares if it looks like shit on one side! So fucking perfect!

Bob hands him the keys and says something about this being the right car for a kid like him. Billy plasters a smile on his face and nods, yeah, totally, perfect, a car that looks like a piece of junk is exactly what he's always wanted in life. Pairs all too well with the shitshow that are his past, his present, and most likely his future.

A broken and battered car for a kid who routinely gets an educational beating from his upstanding father.

Perfect.

The door opens with a loud squeal and as soon as he makes to sit behind the wheel, Billy finds himself fighting the urge to bolt out. The car... the car doesn't want him. It's a feeling that jumps straight at him the moment his right foot touches the carpeting and the shadow of the roof of the car covers half of his body. The Camaro doesn't want to be driven, doesn't want anyone touching its interiors, doesn't want to be moved from here.

There's something absolutely wrong with this car.

And Billy is trapped.

Caught between a hammer and a hard place. Between his father's expectations that Billy'll be grateful for the car he so generously bought him; and the Camaro not wanting Billy or anyone else in its driver seat.

Neil shoots him a cold gaze from a few feet away, where Bob is telling him to have a good day. It’s the kind of gaze that asks what's wrong and is ready to jump to conclusions.

The choice is simple.

Billy sets in the driver seat even if he'd rather peel his skin off with a dull knife and nods to his father as he slams the door shut. Like nothing noteworhty is happening. Like this is only the last one in a long line of selfless, loving sacrifices his dad's made for the sake of Billy's happiness.

Sure.

Billy adjusts the seat and the rearview mirror, and cranks down the window. He can’t but notice how the passenger window works electronically. Whoever installed the new door, didn’t even care enough to find a matching one!

He grits his teeth against the impulse to scamper out of the car and instead eases the Camaro out of its parking spot, until he’s close to Bob and can ask him where he can buy some car parts here around. Instead of telling him a fucking address, like anyone sane would, the guy tells him to take this road and then turn left on that one, and then…

“Drive a mile until you find a red barn on the left. Just past it, turn right. Right, not left.”

“Turn right past the barn on the left,” Billy repeats, mechanically.

“Exactly. A bit aways, you’ll find Jones’ Auto. If they don’t have it, they can order it. Tell ‘em Bob sent you.”

Billy swallows down a they won’t need me to say a thing to know I bought this piece of metal from Bob, the shit cars seller! and just waves a fake grateful hand at Bob, before driving his new wheels back to Cherry Lane, hating the car almost as much as the car seems to hate him.

[www-librarytearoom-com]

Hey thanks for being so nice about my question, I just rly wanted to avoid conflict lol. But I actually do have a request! If you could write something this ishimondo idea I’ve had for a while that’d be cool. It’s basically mondo finds out that he needs glasses and when he finally gets them and can see properly he realizes wow kiyotaka’s like really beautiful. Thank you very much if you can and I hope you have a nice day

Absolutely no worries! Differences in opinion should never result in conflict in my opinion. ^^ I ABSOLUTELY LOVED YOUR IDEA !!! So I got to work straight away (or after I finished my actual work cuz I have a job lol ♡). I really do hope you enjoy it! It is a bit character building heavy but I love to do that at the starts of my posts.

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Beautiful Best Friend

Fanfic Commision, 1,343 words.

Triggers: none.

Theme: Fluff, romance-ish? Hinted romance.

Additional notes: This is set their first year of Hope's Peak Academy, so before all of the Canon drama!

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Mondo hadn't always been all too aware of it. It had always just been a natural thing of him having to squint his eyes to read work, or bills, or even road signs… well, the ones that he bothered to read anyway. Everything in his line of sight had always just been a blur, he supposed?

Of course, the fact that he never really chose to do his school work, or read any books, or study any road laws that probably would've been useful as a gang member never helped. He hadn't really been given a reason to care for them; he had hardly even considered batting an eye for them.

After all, who had ever told him to?

He never really chose to show up at school. That was one of the least important things to him. School? Education? Why in the damn hell would he need that when he's part of one of an Ultimate Biker Gang?

All in all, his blurred eyes hadn't ever been a concern. He'd always just brush it off. Be it, 'oh I just didn't sleep well last night', or: 'those damn street lights always getting in my eyes!'. Mondo had never really taken the time to consider something might actually be wrong with his definitely out of the ordinary eyesight.

But, he hadn't ever bothered to care.

Besides, anything out of the norm - or his norm, which was big and tough - was a weakness in their career. He didn't have time for this fault in his eyesight! Always too busy with his gang, and the fun and stress that came along with it.

Well, that was until he enrolled in the most favoured and prestigious Hope's Peak Academy! The school that everyone in practically the whole world wanted to enroll in, wanted to experience. It was just too amazing to pass up, right?

He hadn't really expected to get in. But it was way better than any ordinary High School he could have attended. Because all he had to do? Practice being a Gang Leader! That's all he needed to pass, and what a win that was in his books.

Sure, yes, of course, or whatever. He wasn't expecting to make any friends along the way. He was planning on just sticking to his Gang, because his bros were his family. He didn't need anyone else. These damn privileged brats didn't need his attention.

Like, c'mon? Ultimate Fanfic Creator?! Yeah, Yamada was nice and all, but what did he actually do to be able to land a place in that school? Write a good ol' 'Harry Potter' fanfiction or somethin'? He couldn't wrap his head around that.

There were other students in his class, however, that were really cool! Naegi, despite being completely and utterly normal, was such a fun guy to hang with. There was so much personality built into that small little body. It was fun hanging out with him because he was practically compliant to every single thing. He enjoyed pulling him out onto bike rides and listening to the kid's horrified screams.

Togami was… well, he was definitely somethin'. Depending on what you were talking to him about, he could hold quite a decent conversation with you. But other than that? Nah, there wasn't much to him except for the fact that he was an entitled spoiled brat.

Mukuro was cool too, he supposed! Very scary though. She just always had this cold stare on her face, but if he ever made a sarcastic joke or a pun at her, she'd always shoot one back. That was a win from his books!

In comparison, there was Ishimaru. Someone he considered to be his ultimate best friend. They were practically polar opposites in regards to their talent. In a nutshell, a delinquent and a teacher's pet? It made no sense how they could get along so well, but they just found it so easy to flow together and find similar interests. Mondo tried his hardest to understand his bro's insistence on following every single rule, heck, he had even tried to read the rulebook with him! Ishi' always tried to understand his love for biking and going above the speed limit.

When he thought about his attempts to read the rulebook with him, however, he was reminded again of how hard he had to squint his eyes to even begin to depict some of the words.

"Mondo, are you struggling with something?"

When he finally looked up, it had appeared that Ishimaru had been calling his name a multitude of times to try and grab his attention. He hadn't even picked up on it. He was quick to smile though and brush it off.

"Eh, nothing to worry about, bro!" He started, leaning back in his desk chair and casually resting his hands at the nape of his neck. "Just wondering about my eyesight. It's always been rather blurry."

Ishimaru appeared to take this far more seriously than he did. "It has? You should see an opthamologist about that, bro. That doesn't seem normal."

Mondo had furrowed his eyebrows but ultimately brushed it off for the rest of the day. However, Ishimaru's words had apparently stuck in his head. After all, he had never even remotely considered going to see anyone about his eyesight! It had just become normal to him I guess?

Regardless of that, he somehow found himself outside of an ophthalmology clinic two weeks later, a new pair of glasses in his left hand. He wasn't about to put them on in public - he could hardly even imagine doing that! If someone who knew him recognised him, what would they think?

At that thought, he shoved the glasses in his pocket and began to make his way back to the academy. Mondo couldn't risk anyone seeing him outside of the clinic. His reputation would be ruined!

It was odd how nervous he felt to show anyone his new glasses. Though even he could admit that he had never seen so clearly whilst wearing them. Perhaps he could go back and ask the doctor dude (it was so hard to pronounce ophthalmologist and he stood by that), to get some contacts so that way he could see all the time and not have to risk his reputation.

The first person he decided to show them to, was Ishimaru. As they sat together in his dorm, he put his glasses on to show his bro and…

Woah.

When did Ishimaru ever look that beautiful?

He felt the heat begin to rise to his cheeks, and all of a sudden he felt all sweaty and clammy. Basically to the point where he had to shrug off his long Biker jacket.

He couldn't have problems with his hearing too, man! But everything Ishimaru was saying to him, compliments of his glasses, he noted. Everything was going straight through him as all he could pay attention to was the handsome appearance of his best friend.

Did that just happen overnight? He didn't know, but he felt himself rubbing the back of his neck with sheepishness as he tried to stop himself from admiring the boy in front of him.

"Mondo, are you even listening to me?" Ishimaru deadpanned eventually, and Mondo zoned back in.

"Yeah, yeah. Say, 'Maru? What say you and I pop down to the cafe you like this weekend?" Mondo managed to ask after a sudden confidence - or adrenaline? - boost. Of course, he had always found everything about his best friend to be amazing, but being able to see the absolute beauty of his best friend hit the nail dead right on the coffin.

"You mean like, as a date?" Ishimaru quizzed him, his red eyes meeting his dead on. He was always able to do that, keep constant eye contact. Sometimes to the point of discomfort for others: never for him.

"I mean, yeah. That'd be cool." He responded and smiled, one of his softer smiles.

Yeah, maybe it didn't just have to be his gang that could be family.

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I really do hope you like reading it as much as I loved writing it! I hope it was to your tastes, and I'm so sorry if it wasn't. I'm kinda new to commissions O-O

Love, Anastasia ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

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More Interactions with Marnie, Grover, Deirdre, and Jonesy

Alright back at it again but this time with our new baby!

Marnie: She and Julie do hair together. Marnie built the fence for Frank’s garden in exchange for teaching them violin (they actually really enjoy it now) Marnie’s pretty good in Italian because of how much music she reads. Her first instrument was the cello and from there she went wild. She thinks Wally is a sweet kid but doesn’t understand why he’s not picking up piano very fast as they’ve been doing lessons for months and he can still only play quarter notes. Marnie chalks it up to a lack of rhythm. She cannot dance! She is terrible on her feet. Marnie thinks Eddie is pretty nice but nothing more really. She gets along decently well with Poppy and she made a little carving of a bird for her home.

Grover: This man if given a credit card would have a panic attack then buy one loaf of bread. Grover calls himself cotton-headed when he makes a mistake (because it’s true). Grover’s heart is made of his mama’s favorite dresses all stitched together. Scarecrows are usually single parents who sew their children up. Grover decides that he wouldn’t be a good dad and doesn’t want to have a kid. His straw goatee falls out sometimes and he gets really sad when it does. Grover loves kids, doesn’t believe in himself to take care of one, and has little emotional control over himself around them. He can play banjo pretty good! Learned by himself, too. No thanks to Marnie. He only writes letters to Barnaby while he’s away.

Deirdre: She definitely writes fanfiction. She cannot stand things being dirty. Deirdre’s favorite coffee flavor is pumpkin spice. She’s basic. DeeDee HATES being called frumpy or grumpy as she takes great pride in her appearance and not being a stick-in-the-mud. She is a stick-in-the-mud though. She’ll never admit it. I think she has undiagnosed OCD. Deirdre has a lot of pollen allergies and it sucks so much. She’s the most violent out of my kids. She has beaten up the Grover multiple times and will continue to do it again. Deirdre can actually find truffles and has not told anyone about it. She shame eats.

Jonesy: This kid has ADHD. He has no thoughts in his head and too much energy. Howdy calls him ‘son’ sometimes. It’s giving Oliver Twist. Jonesy is in Deirdre’s class but often gets in trouble cause he’s technically a class clown. He loves strawberries so much. He plays with Julie and Eddie all the time. Howdy is his favorite though. Jonesy is surprisingly good at chess and certain word games. He can’t spell the word cinnamon though. It’s his Achilles heel. He sleeps in a hammock. Jonesy has a little fluffy tail. Poppy embroidered bat wings on the back of his vest. He would be a mummy for Halloween and by the end of the night have no more toilet paper left on him cause he kept tripping over it. Jonesy loves to work at the bodega in the afternoons and is actually pretty strong from carrying stuff in all the time. He has a model train set at home he’s been piecing together with the change that Howdy gives him from his jobs and when he’s done he’s gonna give it to him. Jonesy’s parents own a winery but decided to send him off so he could get a real education before deciding what he wanted to do. He has a nice little space that Marnie built him. Poppy checks on him all the time cause she worries.

[blackcandlesinwinter]

Anyway, on a less grouchy note: a decent educator works on developing their classes with the sort of devotion, research, creativity, and effort that most folks attribute to artists or performers. We spend so much time researching the best ways to help our students learn and we creatively craft the activities and assessments and classroom experience out of love and care. We reach out to students who are struggling and we adjust and accommodate what we're doing to try to help them. We sink a TON of emotional effort into what we do. I know there's plenty of shitty professors out there who don't really care about teaching, but I have SO many colleagues to care so, so much and pour so much of themselves into creating a course that will support, uplift, and educate the students there. And I've had professors like that as well (and a few shitty ones and most that are somewhere in between).

Much like with an artist or a performer, a big part of surviving in this profession is to try really, really hard not to take your audience's response to your work personally. And that's hard when you pour so much time and creativity and care into a class and the students just don't respond or engage, or get annoyed that you're asking them to participate in their own learning. You know, intellectually, that there's a million impersonal reasons that might lead to their disengagement. You must always consider that your teaching method just isn't working and you need to adjust it. But it could also be that the students are sleep-deprived, they have shit going on in their lives, they have another exam they're thinking about, they are just cranky that day, they're coming down with a cold, they aren't used to your teaching methods, they're hung over, they're hungry, they are in pain, they skipped a couple of assignments and are now lost, they're first gen students and are still learning the ropes, they're ADHD, they just aren't fully on today for whatever reason, etc. And possibly a couple of them are just kinda assholes. It's so important keep these latter reasons front-and-center in your mind, both to avoid burn-out, and also so you can be compassionate and identify students that have additional needs where you can offer support.

But, we're still human, so sometimes it really does still get to you. Like "You're here because you say you want to learn, so I worked hours and hours designing something from scratch just for you, and then I came up here in front of a crowd of you to present it with all of the passion and care and effort that I can. And y'all don't even want to try it and are just scrolling on your phones and getting pissy with me when I tell you to participate"... that does really sting. No matter how much you try to remind yourself not to take it personally, sometimes it's just gonna get to you. And I guess I just have to wallow in it and vent for a couple days and then take a deep breath and move on.

Anyway, some things that have helped is a) remembering all the really positive interactions I've had with my students that still make me smile and b) checking in with another professor that I trust to get some advice on how to reset the dynamic in the classroom, as well as some reassurance that I don't just suck at my job. I'm armed with a few new ideas now to try and I'm tentatively hopeful that most of the students in the class are actually receptive to what I'm doing and it's just a handful that are bringing things down. Am I still going to end up in a confrontation with one of the students? ... maybe. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

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I don’t have a special name for this headcanon list

-Wally used to be a fisherman for cargos and stuff

-Penny has a hidden talent where she has a really good aim when it comes to shooting or hurling projectiles. While starting her job at Freezeria, Alberto kicked a soccer ball at her head accidentally, and being annoyed she kicked it back square in his balls on accident

-Nick is a decent swimmer and has a pool at home. It also has a jacuzzi which he likes to hang out in whenever he’s stressed

-Taylor is working towards a degree in psychology so he can be a therapist

-There have been multiple times where Johnny has been reported “missing” by his friends after 24 hours. Usually he’ll be found after reported in a couple hours tops and he’s usually either gathering wood or he’s just chilling

-Vincent likes inflatable costumes and wears one every Halloween. He also used to use them to embarrass Sasha while picking her up from school. His favorite one is one of an alien abducting him

-Drakson used to be part of a gang in high school, but with the help of proper adult figures he managed to leave the gang with minimal harm done and turn his life around. He now helps his dad run a trinket shop, usually filled with pirate-themed items

-Also Drakson is a big fucking DND nerd and so is his dad so the store also sells dice, game pieces, and medieval looking stuff

-The area around Mocharia is said to be haunted. Sometimes the street lights would randomly burn out for periods of time even if the bulbs were brand new or the trees would rustle with not even a breeze. Inside the Mocharia, the workers would sometimes find cups dropped on the floor with no explanation.

-Treble has dyed their hair multiple times before. People still think their hair is dyed right now but the burgundy is actually natural

-Chase takes care of snakes and other reptiles and also works as an educator in this department which first started as a way to teach people not to be afraid of snakes. He does like to talk about other reptiles of course, along with other animals that people are commonly afraid of like tarantulas.

-Moe likes Roy romantically though he hasn’t said anything yet, mainly because of the whole super villain thing he’s doing right now and he wouldn’t want that to interfere with a relationship

-Mary likes sitting or lying on the floor a lot whenever she’s doing anything like working or relaxing at home doing something

-Skyler is in constant agony over student debt, however she promised her parents she’d pay it all so she’s just gotta stick it out

-A customer losing in the final round of Papa’s Next Chef tournaments is the equivalent of a VERY close call to ending up in some sort of situation where they end up working for Papa Louie in their world. If they were a semifinal loser then it’s just further. If they lost in the first division then they had no chance

-Simone wants to be a voice actress for animations and such, and the preferred character archetype she’d like to play is the villain or antihero, but she’d be up for anything

-Pastrami can find people he’s familiar with through their voice and scent which helps him find Skip or anyone else he likes if he gets lost. He likes being held by mostly anyone, but if he doesn’t like someone, then he’ll bite them.

-Duke considers the Nowtime News crew to be found family but he prefers not to say it because he doesn’t want them getting any ideas