#powerpoint diagrams

[vangog10]

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[madequecham]

I love writing my thesis, by which I mean I love making my figures. Dont care for the writing portion of writing.

[divinekangaroo]

Anyone else think of a diagram like this when Diana mentioned 'points of a triangle' in the Season 6 Episode 5 dinner?

[paging-possum]

medical illustration students (aka me): thank god we dont have to worry about the bones and muscles anymore that was definitely the hardest unit

the sinister anatomy and physiology class:

[dramatic-dolphin]

kemény fáradtságos munka és átalvatlan éjszakák után sikerült összehoznom 4 és ¾ vállalhatatlan oldalt. remélem előadás helyett a professzor majd inkább véget vet a szenvedésemnek és főbe lő

[corvus-rose]

not sure if i can do a "proper" character intro powerpoint even if I might like to but you know what I really really wanna do?

a character Themes And Motifs powerpoint. no paragraphs just icons and scribbles and editing and hoping visual language communicates the intense vibes.

[womaneng]

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[slowlystupendousdelusion]

Going forward I think that Taylor Swift should only be allowed to date celebs I'm already aware of

[vangog10]

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[surya-prakash-sp]

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[pukefactory]

(Absolutely don’t do this if you aren’t comfortable) ENA (Dream bbq) getting drunk with reader?

•☽────✧˖°˖ FIZZY VALLEY ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring Drunk Salesperson Ena X Reader

★ Character(s): Salesperson Ena (Ena: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

★ Warning(s): Mentions And Descriptions Of Alcohol

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

☆ You should’ve known something was off when Ena invited you to what she called “a high-stakes engagement strategy brainstorm over beverages.” You were picturing coffee. Not tequila. Not her slamming two shot glasses on the bar and declaring, “Let’s reframe the concept of reality, darling.” She drinks like it’s a performance review—firm eye contact, exaggerated praise, and PowerPoint levels of misplaced confidence.

☆ Once Ena’s a few drinks in, her Salesperson side becomes so aggressively charming it’s like being smothered in coupon codes. “If you subscribe to this partnership now, I’ll offer you unlimited emotional support and complimentary hand-holding,” she hums, voice like cherry soda and half-suppressed giggles. You try to hide your flustered expression. She sees it. She logs it as “high conversion potential.”

☆ Her Meanie side doesn’t come out often at first—until she tries to order fries, but the kitchen’s closed. Suddenly she’s slamming her forehead on the bar, sobbing, “I AM THE TRAGIC EMBODIMENT OF CORPORATE WASTE—WHERE’S MY SALTED PRODUCTIVITY?!” You offer her a peanut. She throws the bowl at a breathing taxidermy moose.

☆ “Here’s your performance feedback,” she slurs, twirling a swizzle stick like a laser pointer, “You’re hot. You show initiative. You opened a door for me once. I will die for you.” You tell her that’s not how feedback works. She pulls out a clipboard from her suspenders and tries to make you sign a form titled “Love Contract (Beta).”

☆ She draws gimmicks on napkins. Terrible ones. Drunk ideas like “emotionally sentient office chairs” and “a pyramid scheme where everyone sells little hats.” You try to say “maybe we shouldn’t do this.” She claps a hand on your back like a frat bro and shouts, “WRONG ATTITUDE, PARTNER. THINK BIGGER.” Then she draws a diagram that’s just the word “VIBES” in a circle.

☆ She stares at you for a full minute, eyes glassy, voice flat: “Are you in the mood for shared assets and mutual annihilation, or should I put on my mask again and pretend not to like you?” You blink. She blinks. Her red side winks. You are either about to get kissed or yelled at. Or both. Probably both.

☆ The bar has one of those ancient karaoke machines. She picks a glitchy jazz remix of the Windows 95 startup sound. Halfway through she forgets the words (there are no words) and starts yelling improvised business jargon in rhythm. “Synergize my dividends, baby! Let’s OUTSOURCE THE PAIN!” Someone in the back cheers. You cry.

☆ Her Salesperson side leans over the counter, cheeks flushed, voice soft and too sincere: “Do you think people like me more when I smile? I’ve been smiling all night. It hurts now. But I—I want to be liked. I want you to like me. For me. Even if I mess up the pitch.” And her Meanie side chimes in: “GØD, I hate being real.”

☆ You’re not sure what triggered it—maybe someone said “quarterly”—but suddenly she’s sobbing into your shoulder like a malfunctioning LinkedIn ad. “I DIDN’T ASK TO BE A PRODUCT OF CAPITALISM! I just wanted to sell fruit. Or stickers! Or happiness! But now I’m selling ME!” You rub her back. She hiccups and asks if you’d still like her if she was “just a weird triangle girl with debt.”

☆ The bar’s quiet now. Her hat’s fallen off. You’re holding her upright and she’s murmuring nonsense like, “Let’s invest in each other’s feelings… diversify the pain into smaller dividends… I’ll build a company out of your laugh…” Then, barely audible: “You’re my best client. Don’t ever unsubscribe.” You smile. You don’t say anything. You just let her rest.

[jello-sparkbomb]

I made a lovely diagram.

(I could probably make a whole powerpoint solely based on fictional gays and their breakups.)

[katnipp]

operation: mutual pinning— jeong yoonchae

genre: FLUFFF

synopsis: y/n and yoonchae are two hopelessly awkward high school losers who’ve been silently crushing on each other for way too long. When their friend groups get tired of the mutual pining, they join forces to push these two disasters together

warnings: LOSERS IN LOVEEE, they’re both very awkward, mentions of fighting (AS A JOKE), that’s it!!

—

y/n had liked jeong yoonchae since tenth grade.

it wasn’t a loud crush. no butterflies-in-stomach, rain-pouring-down, romcom-moment nonsense. it was quieter. dumber.

it started during biology when yoonchae dropped her pencil, leaned over to pick it up, and somehow headbutted the lab table.

she sat up like nothing happened and went, “gravity’s fake anyway.”

y/n fell in love on the spot. she just didn’t realize it until later.

because what do you even call that feeling? the one where your heart stutters every time someone laughs? or when you get disappointed they’re not in class that day even though you’re not technically friends?

but it grew. slowly. ridiculously.

every time yoonchae fumbled with her locker combo, or added yet another frog keychain to her backpack, or laughed too hard at a dumb joke—y/n fell a little harder.

but she didn’t say anything.

because what if it wasn’t mutual?

what if she was just the weird girl who stared too long?

what y/n didn’t know was that yoonchae was just as gone. maybe worse.

yoonchae had a system. she kept a mental note of y/n’s class schedule. she purposely “accidentally” walked by the library on thursdays just to catch a glimpse of her doing homework. she had rehearsed a dozen conversations in her head and then choked every time y/n actually spoke to her.

once, y/n asked her if she liked her new phone charm

yoonchae meant to say “It’s cute.”

she said, “you’re cute.”

then pretended to cough for five full seconds and ran away.

⸻

their friends? absolutely over it.

on y/’s side:

woonhak, leeseo, moka, and eunchae

on yoonchae’s side:

megan, lara, sophia, dani, and manon.

after a long semester of watching these two losers dance around each other like they were stuck in a dumb romance novel, the groups met in secret.

in the science room.

during lunch.

behind a huge whiteboard.

there were diagrams.

there was a powerpoint.

there was even a group chat called:

“operation: mutual pinning!”

moka: if they don’t kiss by the end of the year we all beat up woonhak — 11:45am

woonhak: bitch?? tf did i do😒 —11:46am

sophia: nobody is fighting anyone. —11:46am

⸻

phase one: the setup.

biology class. partner project. 20% of their grade.

y/n stared at the paper like it had betrayed her.

“yoonchae?” she whispered to herself.

next to her, yoonchae read the same list and went pale.

“y/n?” she said aloud.

“yeah,” y/n said, trying not to pass out.

yoonchae blinked. “we’re partners?”

“looks like it.”

yoonchae nodded. “cool. love… cells. me too. love cells. science. data. totally. yeah.”

y/n smiled. “that’s a lot of words to say ‘hi.’”

yoonchae panicked and dropped her pen. “gosh. i’m so sorry. my mind just stopped working for a second.”

y/n picked it up for her. their hands touched. they both jumped like they’d been electrocuted.

the entire back row of the classroom (all their friends) silently high-fived each other.

⸻

phase two: the bonding trap.

a “spontaneous” movie night at megan’s apartment. blankets, snacks, drinks, and totally unplanned seating arrangements.

y/n and yoonchae were placed side by side.

the popcorn bowl was “conveniently” between them.

every time one of them reached for it, their fingers grazed.

every time they did, both of them looked like they’d been caught shoplifting.

halfway through the movie, moka stood up.

“truth or dare.”

leeseo immediately joined in. “yoonchae, you’re up.”

yoonchae blinked. “wait what?”

“truth,” said leeseo, smiling like a villain.

yoonchae hesitated. “alright.”

“who’s your crush?”

absolute silence.

yoonchae looked around. everyone was watching. even woonhak had paused his snack. megan was literally holding a pen and notebook like she was ready to record history.

yoonchae swallowed. “um. i guess she’s funny. kind of awkward. really smart but like, lowkey about it. she wears this jacket all the time like her life depends on it, her smile makes me forget how words work.”

y/n blinked. “that’s very detailed.”

yoonchae flushed. “yeah. sorry. i think about her a lot.”

woonhak very calmly said, “i’m going to open a window. it’s getting very tensed in here.”

⸻

phase three: just kiss already.

thirty minutes later. y/n’s turn.

moka grinned. “dare.”

y/n raised an eyebrow. “okay, sure. what’s the dare?”

moka, innocent: “kiss your crush.”

everyone froze.

y/n turned slowly. yoonchae was already staring at her, eyes wide, cheeks red.

“can i?” y/n whispered.

yoonchae nodded so fast her glasses nearly flew off of her head.

the kiss was soft. a little quick. definitely not movie-scene dramatic.

but it was real.

and afterward, they sat there smiling like idiots while their friends absolutely lost their minds in the background.

⸻

y/n offered to walk her out.

they stood by yoonchae’s bike, awkward and glowing.

“i’m still kind of in shock,” yoonchae said.

“yeah?”

“yeah. i didn’t think this would actually happen.”

y/n smiled. “you really thought i didn’t like you?”

“i tripped in front of you twice. i told you gravity was fake. i once said ‘you smell like pencils’ and then blacked out.”

“pencils are comforting,” y/n said, trying not to laugh.

yoonchae looked up at her, biting back a smile. “you’re comforting.”

y/n blinked. “okay. that was dangerously smooth coming from you.”

“i’ve been practicing,” yoonchae admitted.

y/n leaned in and kissed her again, softer this time.

“you’re ridiculous,” she said.

yoonchae grinned. “your ridiculous.”

“that’s not even grammatically correct.”

“don’t care.”

⸻

operation: mutual pinning, 12:08am

eunchae: WE WON

moka: should we delete the group chat now

woonhak: absolutely not. this is history.

manon: someone make a scrapbook

sophia: i’m crying and i don’t know why

megan: love is patient. love is kind. love is terrifying and awkward and sometimes wears frog earrings

lara: (replies to megan) hoe are you shakespeare?

leeseo: please never do this to me

—

a/n: this was lowkey very fun to write and i’ll try to post “I forgot her face but not her heart” as soon as i can!! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)

[theotherpacman]

oh my god I NEED to see your diagrams

incapable of watching madoka magica rebellion normally. I have to make several diagrams and make film theories about it

[emmg]

I desperately need someone to write the dumbest smut-but-not-really crackfic of Rook x Emmrich x Lucanis trying to have a threesome and it’s a complete disaster:

-Rook has Emmrich wrapped around her finger. They’re in a disturbingly functional, happy relationship (what, communication? In this economy??)

-Rook convinces Emmrich that a threesome is a fantastic idea, not through seduction but via a magical PowerPoint presentation. She’s got charts. She’s done research. It’s basically an academic conference

-Her whole pitch? She knows what Lucanis likes. The dude’s got a type, and surprise: Emmrich fits the bill (as does she, if we’re being real). She probably has a venn diagram of their collective appeal. It’s disturbingly thorough

-They end up in Lucanis’ pantry-bedroom because someone (Rook) put him in charge of the location. There’s literally a wheel of cheddar next to his cot. There’s no bed

-Emmrich, the only adult in the room, takes one look and is like, “My darlings, we are not having sex next to gouda”

-Rook pulls out a bottle of wine like, “Oh it’s fine, I brought this! Let’s make it fancy.” Except, Rook and Lucanis get trashed within ten minutes. Like, not cute-drunk. We’re talking Lucanis-weeping-into-a-wheel-of-brie drunk

-Lucanis starts spiraling, pontificating about how he’s undeserving of love, of comfort, of anything that doesn’t involve stabbing people. It’s painfully awkward. A lot of “mierdas” are said

-Rook is obliterated and starts making the most cursed jokes at Emmrich. Something about necromancy as foreplay. “I can choke on your bone… literally.” Then she just starts climbing him like a tree, full-on koala mode, giggling like this is the funniest shit she’s ever said

-She calls him daddy. Emmrich is reminded of the age gap. Emmrich is not impressed

-Poor, sweet Emmrich, the bastion of patience, just sighs deeply, peels Rook off him, and tucks the two chaos goblins into bed

-Lucanis is passed out hugging a wedge of parmesan, Rook is snoring with a bottle still in hand, and Emmrich spends the rest of the night with a book, probably reevaluating all of his life choices.