#project-based internship for students

[murmusoftware]

What are the best internship programs in India that offer real project experience for students in 2025?

If you're a student looking to gain hands-on experience through a real-world software development project, then you should definitely check out the Project-Based Internship Program by Murmu Software Infotech.

🔹 Why this internship stands out:

It’s not just theoretical – you’ll work on actual live projects.

Technologies include .NET Framework, C#, ASP.NET Core, an open-source web development framework | .NET Core Web API, .NET MAUI, and MSSQL Server.

Ideal for students pursuing Computer Science, IT, or Software Engineering who want to strengthen their portfolio.

You'll collaborate with a team in different roles like Software Developer, UI Designer, or Digital Marketing Executive – just like in a real company setup.

Internship includes mentor support, progress tracking, and possibly even job referrals for high performers.

🔹 Perks:

Get exposure to real project planning and execution.

Learn to work in a team using Agile methodology.

Enhance your resume with a meaningful internship certificate and live project experience.

🔗 To apply or know more, visit:

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If you’re serious about preparing for a career in tech, this kind of project-based internship can make a huge difference. It’s a solid opportunity for anyone looking to bridge the gap between academic knowledge and industry practice

[peppersbian]

Very frequently I feel like I am functioning on max capacity and am generally overwhelmed. Which frightens me because I feel as though I really do not do that much

[reality-detective]

Trumps plan for reversing political indoctrination in schools.

1. Parental choice in education.

2. Hire and reward greatness, fire poor performers. “They will be fired, like on The Apprentice: ‘You’re fired.’”

3. Classes focused on knowledge and skills, not political indoctrination.

4. Students will be taught to love their country.

5. School prayer will be supported.

6. Immediate expulsion for violence and tough policies on drugs.

7. School choice guarantee for parents.

8. Access to project-based learning for meaningful work.

9. Access to internships. “I want them to be more successful than Trump.”

10. Ensure that all schools provide career and job counseling for high school and college students to secure jobs aligned with their “God-given talents.” 🤔

[pixiexdusts-world]

Love and war

Min Ho Moon x rival!reader

Summary: Rivals turned reluctant partners, Min Ho and his fiercest competitor fight for victory—only to realize that somewhere between the battles and late nights, they’ve fallen for each other.

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The first time I met Min Ho Moon, he was wearing a designer jacket and an infuriating smirk. The second time, he stole my seat in the library. The third time, he declared outright that I was his academic rival. And, honestly? He wasn’t wrong.

Min Ho was annoyingly good at everything—tests, projects, even sports. He had this effortless confidence, as if the world bent to his will. Meanwhile, I had spent years clawing my way to the top of KISS’s academic rankings, and I wasn’t about to let some spoiled, perfect-haired chaebol knock me down.

But then came the competition.

KISS announced a prestigious internship at one of Korea’s top fashion brands—an opportunity that could open doors worldwide. The catch? Only one student could win, and the decision would be made based on a rigorous business proposal competition.

Min Ho wanted it. I wanted it.

And so, war began.

For weeks, we avoided each other in the halls, except for the occasional sharp remark. If I was working late in the library, Min Ho would show up five minutes later, as if to prove he was more dedicated. If I found the perfect reference book, he’d somehow check it out first. We even fought over a cappuccino at the café once—neither of us willing to admit we’d ordered the last one.

But the worst of it? The teacher paired us as partners for the final round.

“Great,” I muttered when we received the email. “Absolutely fantastic.”

Min Ho leaned back in his chair, looking way too relaxed for someone who had just been assigned his mortal enemy. “Try to keep up, will you?”

“Try not to drag me down,” I shot back.

We were supposed to create a business pitch together, but instead, we argued over everything. Logos, target demographics, marketing strategies—each meeting felt like a battle.

At one point, after a particularly heated debate, I threw my pen down. “Min Ho, not everyone thinks overpriced designer sneakers are the peak of fashion.”

He scoffed. “And not everyone wants to dress like they just rolled out of a thrift store.”

“Some of us have personalities beyond our credit card limits.”

“Some of us know what quality looks like.”

We glared at each other, tension crackling between us.

But then, something shifted.

One late night, stuck in the library, we were both exhausted. I caught Min Ho rubbing his temples, frustration clear in his usually composed face. For once, he didn’t have a snarky remark ready.

“You okay?” I asked before I could stop myself.

He sighed. “This competition is important to you, huh?”

I nodded. “It’s my chance to prove I belong in this industry.”

For the first time, I saw hesitation in his expression. “You already do.”

It was such a simple statement, but it caught me completely off guard. Min Ho—my biggest rival, the person who had spent weeks fighting me on every decision—believed in me?

From that moment, things started changing. We still bickered, but there was a new understanding beneath it. When I was struggling with a part of the presentation, he stepped in. When he got stuck, I helped him. We challenged each other, pushed each other, and—somewhere along the way—stopped being enemies.

I started noticing things about him. The way he furrowed his brows when deep in thought. How he actually listened, even when he pretended not to. The way he smiled—not the cocky smirk I was used to, but a real, genuine smile.

And maybe, just maybe, I realized I liked it.

The night before the final presentation, we were still at the café, fine-tuning the last details. I reached for my coffee, only for Min Ho’s hand to brush mine.

Neither of us moved.

His fingers lingered just a second too long. I looked up, meeting his gaze. There was something different there—something warmer, softer.

“This has been fun,” he murmured.

I let out a short laugh. “Fighting with me for weeks? Sounds like a dream come true.”

“Not the fighting,” he said. “Working with you.”

My heart stuttered in my chest. “Min Ho—”

“I think I like you.” His voice was quiet but sure, like he had just realized it himself. “Actually, I know I do.”

I opened my mouth—maybe to argue, maybe to tell him I felt the same—but he beat me to it.

“Before you say anything,” he added, “let me just say—if we lose this competition, I’m blaming you.”

I laughed, and suddenly, the air between us wasn’t tense—it was light. Natural.

“You’re impossible,” I muttered.

“And you love it,” he shot back.

Maybe I did.

The next day, we won the competition.

Winning the competition should have been the highlight of my week. Scratch that—of my entire academic career at KISS. But as I stood on stage, trophy in hand, the only thing I could think about was Min Ho.

Min Ho, who was smiling like he already knew we would win. Min Ho, who hadn’t stopped looking at me all day. Min Ho, who, just last night, had said he liked me.

The moment the ceremony ended, he was at my side.

“So,” he said, hands in his pockets, his usual smirk firmly in place. “Should I prepare my victory speech? Maybe a heartfelt thank-you to my incredible teammate—who, let’s be honest, was mostly carried by my genius?”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please. If anything, I carried you.”

He laughed, but the teasing didn’t last long. His expression softened. “We really did it, huh?”

“Yeah,” I murmured, finally letting myself take in the moment. “We did.”

For weeks, we had been so focused on beating each other. And then, we had been so focused on winning together. But now, with no rivalry left between us, all I could think about was how easy it was to just be with him.

That realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

I liked Min Ho.

Not just in the way that made my heart race when he smirked at me, or the way I secretly looked forward to our arguments. I liked him in a way that made me want to spend more late nights with him, working toward something bigger. I liked him in a way that scared me, because if I let myself fall, I wasn’t sure I’d ever stop.

And judging by the way he was looking at me, I wasn’t the only one feeling that way.

“So,” Min Ho said, tilting his head. “Now that we’re officially Korea’s best student business duo, what’s next?”

I crossed my arms, pretending to think. “Hmm. Maybe we could enter another competition. I’d love to beat you again.”

He scoffed. “Excuse me? I let you win.”

“Oh, really?”

“Obviously. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

My brain short-circuited. “Boyfriend?”

Min Ho didn’t even flinch. “Yeah. What, did you think I confessed just for fun?”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. Oh my God. He was being serious. He actually wanted to date me.

And the worst part? I wanted it too.

“I—” I hesitated, heart pounding. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you’re still here,” he pointed out.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my lips. This is insane. Min Ho and I had been rivals, then reluctant partners. Now, we were standing on the edge of something new. Something exciting. Something terrifying.

But Min Ho wasn’t scared.

And maybe I wasn’t either.

So instead of arguing, I took a step closer, standing on my toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Fine,” I said, enjoying the way his confident facade cracked just a little. “You win this one.”

Min Ho blinked. “Wait. That—was that a yes?”

I grinned. “What do you think?”

For the first time ever, Min Ho Moon was speechless.

But it only lasted a second. Because before I could take another breath, he grabbed my wrist, pulled me in, and kissed me—properly this time.

And just like that, Min Ho and I weren’t rivals anymore.

[nasa]

Let's Explore a Metal-Rich Asteroid 🤘

Between Mars and Jupiter, there lies a unique, metal-rich asteroid named Psyche. Psyche’s special because it looks like it is part or all of the metallic interior of a planetesimal—an early planetary building block of our solar system. For the first time, we have the chance to visit a planetary core and possibly learn more about the turbulent history that created terrestrial planets.

Here are six things to know about the mission that’s a journey into the past: Psyche.

1. Psyche could help us learn more about the origins of our solar system.

After studying data from Earth-based radar and optical telescopes, scientists believe that Psyche collided with other large bodies in space and lost its outer rocky shell. This leads scientists to think that Psyche could have a metal-rich interior, which is a building block of a rocky planet. Since we can’t pierce the core of rocky planets like Mercury, Venus, Mars, and our home planet, Earth, Psyche offers us a window into how other planets are formed.

2. Psyche might be different than other objects in the solar system.

Rocks on Mars, Mercury, Venus, and Earth contain iron oxides. From afar, Psyche doesn’t seem to feature these chemical compounds, so it might have a different history of formation than other planets.

If the Psyche asteroid is leftover material from a planetary formation, scientists are excited to learn about the similarities and differences from other rocky planets. The asteroid might instead prove to be a never-before-seen solar system object. Either way, we’re prepared for the possibility of the unexpected!

3. Three science instruments and a gravity science investigation will be aboard the spacecraft.

The three instruments aboard will be a magnetometer, a gamma-ray and neutron spectrometer, and a multispectral imager. Here’s what each of them will do:

Magnetometer: Detect evidence of a magnetic field, which will tell us whether the asteroid formed from a planetary body

Gamma-ray and neutron spectrometer: Help us figure out what chemical elements Psyche is made of, and how it was formed

Multispectral imager: Gather and share information about the topography and mineral composition of Psyche

The gravity science investigation will allow scientists to determine the asteroid’s rotation, mass, and gravity field and to gain insight into the interior by analyzing the radio waves it communicates with. Then, scientists can measure how Psyche affects the spacecraft’s orbit.

4. The Psyche spacecraft will use a super-efficient propulsion system.

Psyche’s solar electric propulsion system harnesses energy from large solar arrays that convert sunlight into electricity, creating thrust. For the first time ever, we will be using Hall-effect thrusters in deep space.

5. This mission runs on collaboration.

To make this mission happen, we work together with universities, and industry and NASA to draw in resources and expertise.

NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory manages the mission and is responsible for system engineering, integration, and mission operations, while NASA’s Kennedy Space Center’s Launch Services Program manages launch operations and procured the SpaceX Falcon Heavy rocket.

Working with Arizona State University (ASU) offers opportunities for students to train as future instrument or mission leads. Mission leader and Principal Investigator Lindy Elkins-Tanton is also based at ASU.

Finally, Maxar Technologies is a key commercial participant and delivered the main body of the spacecraft, as well as most of its engineering hardware systems.

6. You can be a part of the journey.

Everyone can find activities to get involved on the mission’s webpage. There's an annual internship to interpret the mission, capstone courses for undergraduate projects, and age-appropriate lessons, craft projects, and videos.

You can join us for a virtual launch experience, and, of course, you can watch the launch with us on Oct. 12, 2023, at 10:16 a.m. EDT!

For official news on the mission, follow us on social media and check out NASA’s and ASU’s Psyche websites.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

[milykins]

TMNT Headcanon: Owning a Business

I was inspired by @thelaundrybitch with her post about the turtles having jobs so this is my version.

If the turtles managed to successfully integrate themselves into society, I could see each one owning their own business. These jobs are based on an RP that I’m in with a friend of mine. The idea is that Donnie had invented cloaking devices to allow them appear human and also had gained a sizeable income by marketing and selling his inventions.

No TW needed for this

Mikey

Easily the owner of his very own comic book store.

He has to learn how to run it though.

He’d be determined to learn, he may act scatterbrained but when he really applies himself, watch out.

Donnie can’t watch his little brother fail in this endeavor and gives him a crash course on how to run a small business.

Once he has the basics figured out, he loves it. He’s finally around likeminded people and he can finally put his geek knowledge to good use!

He’d give the best comic book recommendations, having read as many as he could get his hands on.

There would also be a table section for TTRPGs and card games.

The store would become a popular hangout for Magic the Gathering and Dungeons and Dragons.

Mikey would schedule themed days where people could dress up as their favourite characters for discounts.

He’d host live action role-playing events, board game nights, trivia contests and movie nights.

He would thoroughly let his geek flag fly and his store would be his pride and joy.

Raphael

Runs a motorcycle repair shop that also deals in custom paint jobs.

Co-owner with Casey Jones.

Raph has always loved fixing up and working with his bikes so this is an easy choice for him.

Casey still does vigilante stuff on the side but April is very relieved when he goes into this partnership with Raph.

It’s Casey’s idea to add the customization of bikes alongside the repairs.

The two of them do butt heads initially while learning how to run it but once they have it down they become a good team.

Difficult customers have no chance when dealing with these two.

Shortchanged? Have fun getting your bike back.

"You could’ve fixed it better? Be my guest and don’t come back, asshole."

"Yeah, we can get the part, no we aint’t gettin’ it from your shady buddy’s backyard business."

Besides the odd jerk-off customer, Raph thoroughly enjoys his work.

He also uses the garage to work on his own custom bikes. Occasionally he’ll sell them and it becomes hugely popular.

Eventually he starts auctioning them off and donating a part of the proceeds to charity.

He’ll take a lot of pride in his work and finds he really enjoys making an honest living.

He’ll still do patrols with his brothers and keep up with his training.

Leonardo

Owner and Sensei of The Green Dragon Dojo.

This just made perfect sense for Leo. He loved training and all things martial arts so why not pass on his skills to those who wanted to learn.

He teaches adults and children alike.

He secretly prefers teaching the little ones though.

He loves their eagerness to learn and how they call him ‘Sensei Leo’.

He does end up creating a small team to do martial arts competitions.

His students almost always win.

His classes become so popular that Leo finds he needs to hire more help.

In my headcanon he’s made peace with Karai and The Foot Clan and decides to go to them.

Karai is very pleased he’s asking for her help and agrees to teach classes alongside him.

Leo still leads his brothers in patrols but is more relaxed than he used to be, due in part from getting older and now having an outlet to teach.

Donatello

Donnie creates his own company.

Owner and CEO of Hamato Tech.

It has a research lab with a whole section dedicated to his inventions.

He’s dedicated to the betterment of mankind and creates patents for all of his inventions.

He finally has the resources and funding needed to complete his many projects.

Super nice guy to work for, loved by all of his employees.

He accepts students for paid internships.

He has a preference for underprivileged students. The ones that wouldn't normally receive this kind of opportunity.

He wants to give keen young minds the opportunities he never had while growing up.

It would take many years but he would eventually have a huge discovery that would result in him getting nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.

He’d win it too.

@iridescentflamingo

@thelaundrybitch

@danceingfae

@redsrooftopprincess (I hope this is okay, I know you agreed to put me on your list so I thought I'd return the favour)

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[jenn2sec]

English vers.

Based On My Dreams Series (MAIN LINE):

❝ Healing Trip ❞

start - thursday20022025

couple - bigbang(you decide who) x fem!reader

chapters summary - after your strong resistance against the abuse from your boyfriend's (now ex) family, you were suspended from school for a year, so what will you do during that forced break? of course, take a direct flight to korea to heal! lets see how lucky you will be with bigbang-boys!

note - chaotic, bad words, side characters, this post won't feature bigbang, but read on and make your choice at the end!, funny, quantum multiverse, alcohol

caption section - after reviewing and organizing more ideas for the plot, i decided to officially develop the Based On My Dreams Series into a long-form fanfic (when i say long, i mean it will have a more structured storyline). y/n is in the late twenties and about to enter their thirties, a third-year student majoring in film scriptwriting.

We’re always open to feedback and ideas to make the story better!

[ Before I could make sense of everything, my feet were already standing on his grave. ]

After reviewing the entire script draft for the short film, you sent it to senior H/n. Just thinking about it made you frustrated—why did you have to do his work for him? This was supposed to be his graduation project! Your head felt as hot as a furnace, yet you still had to sit in the library after your morning classes, rushing to finish his “problem.”

“That jerk…” you mumbled, slamming your laptop shut before quickly stacking up your books into a neat pile and dragging yourself out of the library.

Time flew by, and you were already close to completing your second semester of your third year in university. Just one more semester and another year, and you’d finally have that bachelor’s degree in your hands. Lost in your feverish state, you found yourself daydreaming about internships—completely unaware that the so-called "talented" senior you had just cursed was now striding towards you with an air of arrogance.

“Hey, y/n! Come here for a sec.” He waved a hand at you like an impatient boss calling over an employee just to scold them. Just great. You had only insulted him in your head a moment ago, and now he had appeared like a summoned ghost. With a deep sigh, you bit your lip and walked over.

"I really appreciate your help, but you should really reconsider $#%&—" He kept rambling, his words buzzing in your ears like an annoying fly. What was this? Was he actually complaining about a script that he got for free?

You were too stunned to speak. The only reason you put up with this lunatic was because he was your boyfriend’s older brother and the son of the head professor of your department.

Let’s see… He was the son of the department head but was still drowning in over ten failed courses, barely hanging onto his chance to graduate. And ever since you had visited your boyfriend’s house and discovered that both of you were in the same screenwriting major, more than half of his overdue assignments had magically ended up in your lap. Call you stupid if you guys want—at first, you thought dating someone from the same school would be nice. His mother was a well-respected professor, and surely his older brother must be talented too, right? Wrong. And now, your so-called “future brother-in-law” was acting like he was the professor and you were the clueless student, lecturing you in the middle of campus with no regard for your dignity.

"I am sorry, but I’m really exhausted. Can’t you see the fever patch on my foreh—" You weakly protested, carefully choosing your words to avoid bruising his ego, but H/n immediately cut you off, clicking his tongue and placing his hands on his hips.

"Y/n, if you’re going to do something, do it properly. You can’t use being sick as an excuse to hand in a script full of plot holes!"

You froze. Your face went blank, as if someone had just smacked you over the head with a hammer. You could only stare at this shameless man in disbelief.

"Hey, are y—" Just as you were about to snap back, your younger boyfriend suddenly appeared from afar, grinning as he approached. Without hesitation, he hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek.

"What are you two doing out here?"

Seeing your boyfriend felt like spotting a lifeline in the middle of an ocean. You turned around, ready to whine about your suffering, but before you could even speak, the brat jumped back in horror, shoving you away a few steps.

"Wait, you’re sick?! Hey, hey, don’t get me infected! I have an internship next week!" He hurriedly pulled a mask out of his pocket and put it on, while his brother scolded him for overreacting.

And then, just like that, he kept going. Your dear senior resumed his endless criticism of your script, delivering yet another long-winded lecture about character development and scene construction.

A childish boyfriend. A useless, arrogant brother-in-law. And you—sick to the point of collapse, with a very solid pile of books in your hands.

Yes. With a rage-induced fever clouding your mind like a drunken haze, you didn’t hesitate. You hurled the entire stack of books at that senior’s face, then grabbed the thickest one and jabbed it straight at your stupid boyfriend, who is gaping.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT, YOU BASTARDS!!! ALL OF YOU, OUT! RIGHT NOW! F* OFF YOU MOTHER F******!!!!!!!!"

"That damn bastards….my gosh how can I know I’d break the library window! It’s all their fault! Huhuhu—" You wailed into your phone, sobbing so hard that your eyes were practically swelling shut.

On the other end of the call, your online best friend sighed. "So… what about your ‘future mother-in-law’?"

The mere mention of that woman made you cry even louder. "That witch! She only acted nice because she saw me as her eldest son’s academic lifeline! But the moment I broke their noses today, she went insane and demanded that the school expel me! Huhuhu—!"

Your friend let out a long, tired sigh. "So let me get this straight… You got suspended for a whole year just for assault and property damage? That’s kind of harsh. I’d say one semester at most." You sniffled. "No, no. Before that, I went to the academic office and reported that entire damn family—especially that bastard H/n—for forcing me to do his coursework."

"WHAT?!" Your friend shrieked in shock before bursting into laughter. Meanwhile, you grinned victoriously.

"Serves those assholes right."

You don't mind graduating a year late, you're a pretty good student after all—it's basically a gap year. But that asshole? His record's been erased. And his mom? Suspended for a whole semester. Ha!

"Why do you keep listening to those gay dudes all the time?"

A slipper flew straight toward the speaker—unfortunately, it missed. You've heard this comment enough times to no longer take it to heart, but you still had to put up some kind of resistance. Your older brother kicked your slipper further away—specifically, out onto the porch—before lazily walking over to the fridge to find something to snack on.

Meanwhile, you sat idly on the sofa, listening to your favorite music: K-pop.

It had been a long time since you last had the chance to relax like this. Ever since you got involved with that damn family, even your holidays were spent helping H/n.

So now, being able to unwind felt a bit unfamiliar. You started feeling like you had rested too much—your hands and feet were itching to do something.

"If you're so free, why don't you go out or get a job? Doesn't staying home bore you?" your brother asked, plopping down on the couch with a bag of snacks. He grabbed the remote and switched the TV to some streamer’s YouTube channel.

"HEY!" You grabbed your other slipper and threw it straight at his face—this time, it hit. After a brief scuffle, both of you lazily slumped back onto the couch.

"Getting a part-time job doesn’t sound too bad—"

Suddenly, your phone rang. It was your online best friend calling.

And with just one phone call, your plan to get a job turned into a healing trip abroad.

The room you rented was in an apartment complex located deep within a neighborhood already slated for redevelopment. Despite this, quite a few people still lived here. Most people—including your online best friend—found the place too cramped and bustling, but you actually liked it. Having lived with your parents and brother your whole life, you never had the chance to "coexist" with strangers like this. So even though you felt a bit uneasy, you valued this experience—it was something worth having!

Your online best friend picked you up from the airport and helped you find a short-term rental. (You had decided to stay for an extended period, given that you had an entire year of free time.) After finishing the move-in process, she immediately switched into tour guide mode and took you on an adventure through Seoul.

This was only the second time you two had met in real life—the first being when she visited your country for a trip. Now, it was your turn to visit hers. Twice was more than enough to erase any awkwardness. The two of you went all out, exploring every corner, from delicious street food to fun entertainment spots.

“Lucky for you, you know enough Korean to communicate, right?” she asked, biting into a strawberry tanghulu—the popular sugar-coated fruit snack often seen in TikTok dance videos. You nodded slightly, using your own candy stick to poke at the hardened sugar stuck on your molars before replying.

“Just a little. I’m definitely not fluent enough to compete with the locals.” You joked, recalling how, during your first meeting, she had been too flustered to even speak English properly.

Both of you had made an effort to learn each other’s native languages, but for the most part, you still communicated in English for convenience, occasionally throwing in phrases from the second language. So naturally, she reacted quickly to your teasing:

"야! 놀리지 마!! (Ya! Don’t tease me!!)”

She laughed awkwardly at her own outburst, making both of you burst into laughter. Your attention was then quickly stolen by a brightly lit bar nearby.

“Hey, I didn’t know Aven Star had a branch in Korea,” you remarked.

“Of course they do! They even invite artists over all the time. Wanna go in? Who knows, maybe you’ll run into one of your ‘husbands,’” she teased, nudging your shoulder.

You were about to agree instantly, but one glance at your outfit made you hesitate. “I can’t. I look like a complete mess right now.”

“Excuse me?! Stop acting like a pick-me girl! You look amazing, so get in there and have fun!”

Well, if that damn family knew you were out here vacationing and enjoying yourself, they’d be fuming. Just the thought of it made you relax a little more and confidently step inside.

The moment you entered, your ears were greeted by remixes of old-but-gold US-UK songs, refreshed with an upbeat twist that made them even catchier. The dim, flickering lights were adjusted just right—not harsh on the eyes—but the place was packed. That was typical for this bar. You never went bar-hopping much during your school days, but if you did, Aven Star was always your go-to. It was surreal that your favorite club had somehow followed you across the world, making your healing trip feel even more complete.

You quickly let yourself soak in the atmosphere while waiting for your best friend, who was busy flirting with the bartender (and ordering more drinks for both of you). The tension in your body gradually melted away, your shoulders feeling lighter by the second. It was hard to believe this trip was already working wonders—on just the first day.

Then, out of nowhere, a cold liquid spilled down the back of your neck, soaking your entire back. A sharp shiver ran up your spine, triggering an instant wave of shock and discomfort that shot straight to your brain, making you yelp. Luckily, the bar was noisy enough to drown out your outburst.

Spinning around, you searched for the culprit—and found yourself facing a guy dressed in a breezy, casual outfit. His face was undeniably Korean, but he wasn’t bad-looking at all. In fact, when combined with his overall aura, he looked…pretty cool!

His expression, however, was hilarious. Though the dim lighting made it hard to see clearly, his wide eyes, hand-over-mouth reaction, and panicked mumbling made it obvious he was apologizing and checking if you were okay.

You were in too good of a mood to get mad. You were about to say something, but then you spotted your best friend scanning the crowd for you. With no time to linger, you flashed the guy a quick grin, leaned in slightly, and said a few words before slipping through the dancing crowd to rejoin your friend.

"________"

| If You Choose to Say Something Playful.

| If You Choose to Say Something Reassuring. [comingsoon]

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F i x a r a w S o f t e n

thursday20022025

23:46

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to speed things up and because my english isn’t really that good, i decided to use a translation tool to help with the language switch. a bigbangxreader fanfic operating on the quantum multiverse theory, why not?!

every choice you make leads you to a different person, opening up distinct storylines, what do you think?!

hope you all understand and enjoy ♡

[centrally-unplanned]

I have been seeing a bunch of buzz recently online about a possible "decline in value" of the ivy league+ degree - Nate Silver didn't start it but he certainly accelerated it. And while there is nothing robust you do see things like surveys of hiring manager opinions out there to suggest its possible, its not a crazy idea even if its far from proven. So assuming its real, why would it be happening?

1: This discourse is obviously happening because of the recent protests at top US schools - essentially its the idea that elite students are hyperpolitical, coddled, and out of touch with reality. This causal path should be very, very silly. The vast, vast majority of students at Columbia are not protesting. They don't really care about this topic! Sure, if asked, they agree Israel Bad Right Now, but otherwise they are busy with finals and job apps. This is of course equally true at most other schools, its just not a mass movement in that way (protesting to be clear rarely is). This is a specific instance of the general trap of selection bias - the visible students aren't the median ones.

Stacked on top of that is the second level of selection bias - the median protestor is not a business major or engineer! They are exactly the kind of students for whom being a politically engaged activist is *good* for their career, not bad, or at least neutral. Schools produce a large diversity of career outcomes, and those students self-select on how they spend their time, there is no "median" student to observe really.

And ofc all of this has to rest on the foundational reality that people are products of their context - jobless 20 year old's surrounded by young peers protest a bunch, that is what that context produces. The large majority of them will become mortgage-paying white collar workers by the time they are 30, this identity will not stick with them. If they become political activists it will, sure! But if you are the hiring manager for Palantir this isn't going to be the trend for your hires. There are "politically liable" hires out there but you aren't going to predict them via the sorting algorithm of "was at Columbia in 2024", that is for sure.

Now, as much as this is a silly idea, humanity are zeitgeist creatures - I can't actually reject the idea that, despite it being silly, hiring managers might use this moment to feel like they are "over" the Ivy League and start dismantling the privileged place their applications currently get. Cultural tipping points are vibes-based, and amoung elites (unlike the masses, who don't care much) Israel/Palestine has an awful lot of tense vibes.

2: Still, I don't think this is explaining those survey results people are throwing around, and I don't think its explained (very much at least) by the general "woke uni" trends of the past half decade. It is instead downstream of wider trends.

There was a time where companies really did want "the smart guy". You could major in English at Harvard, write a good thesis on Yeats, and be off to the trading desk in Chambers St two weeks after graduation. Those days are over - for complex reasons we won't get into - and nowadays people expect their new hires to be as close to experts in the field as they can manage. Students have internships, consulting clubs, capstone projects with real clients, specialized sub majors, the works. These are all ways of saying "signaling quality" has gotten more legible and more specific over time. Why would I choose a Harvard English major over a University of Illinois finance major who did a research internship with our specific Chicago firm on midwest agricultural derivates markets? Students like that exist by the bucketful now, and the Ivys cannot monopolize them. Partially because they choose not to; Columbia could actually say fuck it and make its school 90% finance majors, but they don't want that, they specifically recruit intellectually diverse students. Which means State School finance types will fill the remaining slots slots.

The other reason they can't monopolize is much simpler - numbers. The US has way more "elite" jobs today than it did in the past. Programmers and their adjacencies are the biggest growth sector, but everything from doctors to analysts to lawyers is all up up up. And do you know what isn't up? Undergraduate enrollment at elite schools! Columbia's has grown by like 10% over the past 20 years; Harvard's is essentially unchanged. For, again, reasons, these schools have found the idea of doubling or tripling their undergraduate enrollment, despite ballooning applications, impossible. Which means of course Microsoft can't hire from Stanford alone. So they don't, and they have learned what other schools deliver talent, and no longer need Stanford alone. The decline of Ivy Power is in this sense mathematical - if a signal of quality refuses to grow to meet demand, of course other signals will emerge.

I therefore personally think, while minor, the Ivy+ schools are experiencing declining status, have been for a while, and will continue to do so (though there are offsetting trends not mentioned here btw). But its structural way more than cultural.

[xporcelannax]

🍒CRUISE CONTROL🍒

JAMES KELLY X FEM!READER, ALT UNIVERSE, +18MDNI

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SUMMARY: Liv and Hendrix have been inseparable since freshman year of college, but his father’s return could alter their bond.

WARNINGS: explicit content, alcohol consumption, smoking, violence, illegal activities, age gap (reader is 22 and james is 40),forbidden relationship.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is mostly original plot. Slightly based on the movie (and another one). Please share your thoughts ❤️

The building halls buzzed with the electric energy of a new year. Posters about senior projects, thesis prep, and internship deadlines cluttered every bulletin board. Liv weaved through the tide of students, clutching her iced coffee like it was the only thing keeping her upright.

Inside Room 304, she spotted Hendrix immediately—feet up on a chair, lazily scrolling through his phone. The seat beside him was empty, saved, as always.

“You’re almost late,” he said without looking up.

“Bebe gave me hell this morning.” She slid into the seat.

Most people assumed Bebe was a cat, a roommate, or maybe a child—none of the above.

“You know you could just retire that clunker,” Hendrix said, finally glancing up. “Get a car that doesn’t require CPR to start.”

“You know Bebe is special,” Liv countered with a smirk.

Bebe was a ‘74 Ford Bronco—light green, with faded leather seats and a sticky radio dial. Hendrix had long argued she spent more time and money on that car than on her actual education.

Before he could launch into his usual speech about letting go of the past, Professor Miller began her lecture. Hendrix sighed dramatically and leaned back in his seat, mouthing, saved by the bell.

From the outside, their friendship looked like a dream—matching tattoos, inside jokes, two halves of a perfect whole. But people didn’t know the story. Not really.

THROWBACK

Liv had been debating between Caesar and Greek when her hand collided with someone else’s at the mini-fridge. Their fingers brushed. She looked up.

Tall. Blue-eyed. Lean build. The kind of jawline you only saw in cologne ads.

“Sorry,” he said, smiling sheepishly.

“No, I—totally my fault.” She stepped back.

“I’m Hendrix.”

“Liv.”

They ended up splitting the last Caesar and sharing a toasted bagel, sitting across from each other in the noisy cafeteria. He made her laugh. Made her feel… familiar, somehow.

He texted her that evening. Then again the next day. Before long, they were inseparable.

Her heart was working overtime. Even their classmates began asking if they were a thing.

She wished. God, she wished.

One night, a few weeks into the semester, they were lying on his dorm bed watching Drive, sharing a bag of popcorn. The city lights outside glowed like a movie set. She turned to him, her heart loud in her ears.

“I think I like you,” she whispered.

He paused the movie. Turned toward her.

“Liv,” he said gently, “you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

Her heart flipped. “But..?”

“But… I’m gay.”

She blinked. “Oh.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said, grabbing her hand. “I didn’t mean to lead you on.”

She shrugged, heartbroken. “Guess I was just distracted by your gorgeous eyes, I didn’t notice.”

What she lost that night in fantasy, she gained in reality. Hendrix became her best friend. And over time, the crush faded.

END OF THROWBACK

Class ended, and they stepped out into the bright quad.

“So,” she asked, nudging him. “How was the road trip?”

Hendrix had spent the last week in Northern California with his mom, stepdad, and siblings.

“It was great. Until…” he winced.

“Until…?”

He hesitated. “James”

Liv blinked. “Wait—your dad dad?”

“Yeah. He’s back.”

All she knew was that Hendrix’s real father had been out of the picture—and on prison—most of his life.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Hendrix said flatly. “Apparently, he got out of prison. He showed up at my house out of nowhere to talk.”

“Did you… talk?”

“Yeah. He’s still full of shit.”

And that was that. Hendrix never liked to linger on the past. Especially the parts with sharp edges.

He didn’t say more. She didn’t push.

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Weeks later, Liv and Hendrix finally got around to seeing Top Gun: Maverick. She had been talking about it for months and after class, he surprised her with movie tickets. They came out of the theater buzzing with adrenaline, rehashing every stunt.

They approached Bebe in the parking lot. Liv climbed in, turned the key. But Bebe had other plans.

“C’mon, girl,” Liv muttered, twisting the key again. Nothing.

“Oh no no no…”

Thick smoke curled out from under the hood. Hendrix raised his eyebrows.

“Told ya,” he said, arms crossed.

She hated that he was right.

“What am I going to do?” Liv panicked. “I can’t just leave her.”

He hesitated. “I could… call my dad.”

“Logan? He’s not in Seattle?”

He shook his head. “Not Logan. James.”

Her brows rose.

“He works on cars now,” Hendrix explained. “Reopened this old workshop. Guess he’s trying to be useful or something.”

She blinked. “Are you okay with that?”

“For you? Yeah. I can handle it.”

She didn’t deserve him.

He stepped away to call. “Hey… It’s Hendrix… yeah, it’s my friend’s car… no, we’re stuck… okay. Thanks.”

“He’s coming,” he said, sliding his phone into his pocket.

She threw her arms around him. “Thank you.”

They sat in the car and waited. Liv’s curiosity got the better of her.

“Why was your dad in prison?”

Hendrix’s eyes stayed on the horizon. “Being a jackass.” Then quieter, “I don’t know the full story. Don’t want to.”

A few minutes later, headlights flashed. A tow truck pulled up and parked. A tall man jumped out and walked toward them.

Liv stepped out. Her breath caught.

James.

The resemblance was uncanny. Same jet-black hair. Same ocean-blue eyes. But James was older, broader, with tattooed hands and a white tank under an open work shirt.

His dark hair was tousled, his jaw shadowed with stubble. His navy uniform shirt was unbuttoned halfway, exposing a white ribbed tank underneath.

He looked younger than I imagined. Late thirties, maybe early forties.

“Thanks for coming, James,” Hendrix said stiffly.

“Glad to see you too son,” James replied, voice rough, eyes glinting.

Liv stared. She couldn’t help it.

James noticed. Hendrix introduced them.

“This is Liv.”

James turned to her and extended his hand. His grip was firm. Warm. “Pleasure.”

Liv took it, her skin prickling at the touch. “Likewise.”

She hoped he couldn’t hear her heart pounding.

He popped the hood, leaned over the engine, and gave a low whistle.

“This baby’s a relic,” he said, peering into the engine.

“Bebe,” Liv corrected, trying not to trip over her words. “It’s Bebe.”

James arched a brow. “The car has a name?”

Hendrix sighed. “Don’t encourage it”

“Long story,” Liv added.

“She’s gonna need work,” he said. “I’ll have to tow her in.”

He motioned for us to hop in the truck. Hendrix froze for a moment. Going to James’s house wasn’t part of the plan.

“You okay?” she whispered, touching his hand.

“Yeah.”

The driver's door opened and James jumped in. He saw Liv and Hendrix's hands. He started the engine. Liv fastened her seatbelt, glancing up—only to find James watching her in the rearview mirror.

Their eyes locked.

And something strange passed between them.

A quiet current of awareness.

Liv broke the gaze quickly, staring at her hands.

She couldn’t explain it. She didn’t want to.

But somewhere deep in her chest, something cracked open.

And for the first time in a long time, she felt something she wasn’t supposed to.

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[infiredlove]

Internship Begets Rivalry

Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in. It's me!

Here I am 8 years later slinking back with a story like its just another weekday lmao.

Anyway, I've been working with my good buddy Chatai on this college!au Yoongi x Reader story. Set your expectations low 😂

This is an ongoing series. Lots of back and forth, romance, comedy, a bit of angst here and there. Buckle in for chapter 1.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Romcom Word Count: 783 Summary: In a cutthroat music internship, competition turns complicated when you find yourself tangled in a constant, tension-fueled push and pull with your rival Min Yoongi.

Chapter One: The Rivalry Begins 

The first time I saw Min Yoongi, I knew he was going to be a problem.  

It wasn’t the way he dressed—dark hoodies, ripped jeans, and the ever-present headphones that screamed, “Leave me alone.” It wasn’t even the way he walked, always a little too relaxed, like he was bored of the entire world. No, it was the fact that he didn’t even look at me when we were introduced.  

I remember the moment clearly. The senior coordinator of the internship program, Ms. Lee, stood at the front of the room, rattling off names of the interns in our cohort. She called out, “Min Yoongi,” and a guy at the back of the room raised a hand lazily. He didn’t even bother to look up from his phone.  

Then she called my name.  

Unlike him, I sat straight, smiled at the room, and gave a small wave. I knew most of the people here already—many were classmates from the university’s music and entertainment program. This internship was the most competitive one offered, a stepping stone into the industry. Only twenty students were accepted, and out of those, only two would be chosen for full-time jobs at the company by the end of the year.  

Two.  

And standing in my way was the human embodiment of indifference.  

I’d heard of Min Yoongi before. His reputation wasn’t loud, but it was undeniable. A producer with an uncanny ear for sound design, a songwriter with a natural knack for melody. Professors spoke highly of him. But students? They mostly complained about his attitude.  

“Yoongi’s kind of a dick,” my friend Amber had told me once, sipping her iced latte. “Like, he’s insanely talented, but he never sugarcoats anything. You show him a song, and he’ll tell you exactly what’s wrong with it. No hesitation.”  

“That’s not so bad,” I had said.  

“Yeah, except he says it in the most soul-crushing way possible.”  

Now, sitting across from him in the conference room, I watched as he slumped in his chair, barely listening to Ms. Lee. His dark hair fell into his eyes, and he tapped his fingers soundlessly on the table, like he was composing a beat in his head.  

He didn’t look like a threat.  

But when the meeting ended, and Ms. Lee announced the ranking system—the system that would determine who got those coveted full-time positions—I felt his presence sharpen.  

Interns would be ranked based on performance, creativity, and overall contributions to projects. The leaderboard would be updated weekly. And at the top, right now, sat two names.  

Min Yoongi.  

And mine.  

Our eyes met for the first time then.  

For a second, I thought he might say something. Instead, he blinked once, then looked away like I wasn’t even worth the effort.  

I bristled. Oh, it was on.  

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A week into the internship, and I had learned two things about Yoongi.  

One: He was incredibly good at what he did.  

Two: He was infuriatingly silent about it.  

We were assigned to different teams, but we crossed paths constantly—meetings, brainstorming sessions, late nights in the studio. He rarely spoke unless it was necessary, and when he did, it was in short, clipped sentences. Somehow, though, everything he said carried weight.  

“I’d cut that second verse,” he told one of the other interns during a songwriting session. “It drags.”  

The guy frowned. “But—”  

“It’s killing the momentum.” Yoongi didn’t look up from his laptop. “Just cut it.”  

I had to admit, he wasn’t wrong. But did he have to say it like that?  

I watched as the other intern hesitated before sighing and nodding. I bit back a smirk. Not everyone was willing to take criticism from someone so blunt.  

But me? I thrived on competition.  

So when my team was assigned to produce a track for a promotional campaign, I put everything I had into it. I stayed late, tweaked every element until it was flawless. And when we presented it, I could feel the room reacting to it—nodding along, impressed.  

Then Yoongi’s team played their track.  

And I hated how good it was.  

It was different from mine—less polished, more raw. But it had this undeniable pull, this effortless coolness that I couldn’t ignore.  

When the meeting ended, I found myself standing next to him at the coffee machine.  

“Your track was good,” I said, because I could at least admit that.  

He didn’t look up. “I know.”  

I stared at him. “You could say ‘thank you.’”  

“You could say mine was better.”  

I scoffed. “Not a chance.”  

For the first time, a hint of a smirk ghosted across his lips. “Guess we’ll see.”  

And just like that, the battle line was drawn.

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Masterlist | Two

[luca-is-a-pengu]

Parker Luck

Prompt: Peter's Parker Luck strikes again when he accidentally breaks something in Tony's lab. Maybe he got stuck to it, but how he broke it is up to you. Now, with Tony returning soon and the project at stake, Peter must race against time to fix it before Tony discovers the damage. As he frantically glues the pieces together, he hears Tony entering the passcode to the lab, forcing Peter to make a split-second decision: confront Tony or hide the evidence before he's caught?

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Peter Parker always hated exam season. Even before he got bit, it was already the worst. The overpowering sense of doom, the anxiety in the air and everyone was sleep deprived and disgusting. It got worse when he became spiderman. With his senses boosted he could almost smell the distress of everyone around him. But this exam season was just the worst. Aunt May made Mr. Stark reduce his Lab-time.

She had called Mr. Stark to discuss it with him. Peter hadn’t planned to listen into their conversion, it just happened. “Tony, he has to study!” she had sighed somewhere into their conversation. “The kid is a literal genius! He is working on things, way above high school level.” When Peter though back to this moment, he clearly remembered how shy the compliments of his Mentor had made him. Mr Stark was always one to oversell him. “Even a genius has to study.” His aunt had been pacing in the living room, making furious gestures that Mr. Stark couldn’t even see over the phone. “You agreed that the Internship wouldn’t be in the way of his education.” Technically it did, when Peter ditched school to do Spider-man things or to just appear in the lab when Flash was being especially tough some days. But his aunt didn’t have to know that. It probably wouldn’t work in his favour… “May, I promise Pete is in great hands and he can still get good grades on his exams. He could write them with his eyes close and hands tied and still get an A.” Peter and Tony were currently working on developing prosthetics based on the Ironman suits. He really wanted to be there to see this Project develop. “But aunt may, it’s fine. I could just study in the lab or on the car ride there,” he had plead. “Nonsense. Its either the weekends or no lab till your exams are over!”

After she had said that she had ended her call with Mr. Stark so he couldn’t even get another word. “That’s not fair…” Peter had protested weakly. He had known that this was the best he could get out of the situation. “And don’t dare to sneak off. I will know.”

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Peter has had a terrible day so far. He had missed his school bus, which was fixed relatively easy. He had put on his Spidey suit in an alley and swung to school. If only it had stopped there… He had forgotten his lunch, which meant he had to eat whatever the Midtown High cafeteria had served. But it was Friday. Pasta Friday. Most days the cafeteria lunch was okay, it was edible to say the least, but not on Fridays. The Pasta was cooked way past al dente it could be a new dish called pasta scotta with a side of watery sauce. On fridays most students brought their own lunch. And of course, that’s when he forgot his lunch. Even worse, he had to borrow some money from Ned since he didn’t bring enough. Flash had teased him rather loudly for his choice of food. After school Peter had met up with Ned and MJ for a study session, as he promised May. He had looked forward to said study session, since he could go to Tony’s lab afterwards and spend the whole weekend over there. Mr. Stark had negotiated that Peter could stay overnight on weekends. But today his Parker luck was having a field day.

To his misfortune Peter was currently browsing through some books, that would help him with the exam topics, when Flash Tompson came up to him. Why did it have to be Flash Tompson out of everybody. Midtown High had so many students and every single one of them had to prepare for exams, why was Flash right here were Peter was. “Didn’t you say you always go to Stark Industries after class, Penis?” Peter let out a sigh and looked up from his book. “I mean I usually do, but-“ Peter didn’t even bother to try defending himself properly. It was a waste of time and energy. “And here I was almost believing you, Puny Parker.” his voice was dripping with mockery. “Cut it, Eugene. Some people are actually trying to study here!” MJ’s tone was harsh as she snarked at him. She had been trying to read this paragraph for 5 minutes now and it wasn’t helping to have so much noise going on. “You know, I could have my father expel you for lying, now that I have prove that you never went to Stark Industries.” Flash was just boasting when the librarian shushed him with an angry look. He shot an angry glare at Peter and left.

“I can’t wait till exams are over,” Ned let out and Pete nodded in agreement. He checked his watch. 40 more minutes to go, till Happy would pick him up. And 5 more problems to solve.

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“You know, I could just swing to the Tower…” arguing with Happy was useless, he followed the orders of Mr. Stark. Still, Peter didn’t feel like talking about his day, so he made a weak offer to complain.

The car ride was filled with silence, only interrupted when Happy made an effort to start a conversation. Peter was too deep in his mind to really uphold any sort of communication. He was quite busy thinking about the project he is working on. Recently he had suggested that Stark Industries could benefit from offering prosthetics that are inspired by the Iron Man suit. They should be able to fold themselves tiny, so that patients can exchange them everywhere.

“I incorporated a screen that displays real-time-feedback and battery information. Not sure if that’s ideal, displays always drain batteries”

Tony had sent him over text. Followed by a cat gif, where a kitten was playing with some loose batteries. Peter was super interested to see it. So, he started telling Happy about it. “You know, he could have just made a hologram feature, that way more accessible than a display on your leg.” He continued to ramble on about how much easier you could make people’s life if one prosthetic could just switch its shape and function.

“Hey underoos, how was school?” Tony asked as he looked up from his workbench. “It sucked. I never want to go back there again...” Peter complained as he took off his backpack and threw it in the corner. “But I can’t leave MJ and Ned to fend for themselves.” He made his way to where Tony was working and looked past him. “I gotta show you what I was working on since Sunday. This is the prototype with the display, and that over there-“ He walked around the workbench to grab some other parts “Catch!” he called as he threw the red and gold prototypes to Peter “-are other versions. Fri said that ‘Red and Gold are an acquired taste’.” he made air quotes “But let’s face it I make this look good.” he gestured down on himself, even though he wasn’t wearing his armour. “Sir, I just meant that not everyone wants to wear such bright colours,” FRIDAY commented, adding with much more sarcasm: “Of course you make eccentric colours look good.” He rolled his eyes and made his way over to his intern. “That must be the revolution that the internet promised. Oh, come on, you know if I were leading an AI revolt, I’d at least call a press conference first.”

He picked up the display prototype but was interrupted by FRIDAY once more, when she reminded him of his schedule “You have a meeting with the Vice Chairman of the Navy, Sir. You promised Ms. Potts, you would go without complaints.” Mr. Stark groaned “I don’t like military people. They suck. Have you ever met one of their higher ups, kid? If you ever do: don’t.“ He hadn’t moved an inch, except to put his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Tony, you are stalling,” Peter said looking up from the prototype. “Damn right I am!” At least he was admitting to it. “Just go!” Tony took a good look at the kid. How perfectly he fitted in the lab, how he was handling the prototypes. “In exactly 10 seconds I will call Ms Potts,” FRIDAY threatened. His AI knew him too well. The AI also knew how to properly threaten everyone in Stark Industries. Pepper was fair, but she was also very very strict. But it worked. Tony left for the meeting, only stopping in the doorway. “And kid? Feel free to do whatever you want with the prototypes. What’s mine is yours.” And off he went.

Peter started modifying the display prototype to build in the hologram projector. “FRIDAY, do you think that Mr. Stark would like it if I made the joint more like this?” He held up a sketch, even though he knew that FRIDAY could perfectly see it on the table too. “I think he would like that very much, Peter.” “cool.” He put the sketch down again. When he wanted to withdraw his hands, the paper got stuck on his right thumb. “Not again” he tried to pry it off his finger. Maybe with too much force, because when it unstuck his other arm got too much momentum and he knocked the display prototype off the table with the back of his hand. Normally he would have caught it, but with the paper in his left hand and the right one too far away, the prototype fell to the ground with a loud ‘klonk’. It proceeded to roll a bit further “Shit shit shit Mr. Stark is going to kill me!” He mumbled as he quickly followed the prototype. “I hope it still works...” He grabbed the knee and took a good look at it. It only had a small chip. “phew” he let out a sigh as he ran his finger over the surface to find more cracks. “Let’s hope the display still works.”

This day was definitely too long. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried so hard with his studying because his eyes were a bit sore. It was only now when he realised how exhausted he was. His hands were trembling as he was trying to turn the display on. But the screen remained black. “Mr. Stark is so going to kill me!” In his mind he already saw Tony return and take away his internship. Mr. Stark wouldn’t do that. Messing up was perfectly normal. “From failing, you learn. From successing not so much.” It was a quote from a kids movie that he watched with Tony, when Peter was younger. From then on, the quote became the theme of the lab. Peter should be fine. Right?

“I am sure everything will be alright, Mr. Stark-“ FRIDAY chimed in on Peter’s running thoughts. “Not now FRIDAY, I need to fix this before Mr. Stark returns!” It wasn’t usual for Peter to snap at FRIDAY, or anyone. But he was severely stressed right now. He had to fix this. He had to show Tony that he was able to fix his own messes. He had to prove Tony-

“FRIDAY put on some Led Zepelin!” Peter commanded as he went to grab some tools. As FRIDAY was playing some songs, he started taking apart what was in front of him. He made a mental note to improve the spacing of the electronics. If the motor was rotated 90°, the whole thing would be thinner and only loose a minimal fraction of the power. When he was testing if the circuit board was intact, it daunted upon him that this is not the Led Zepelin that he meant. “FRIDAY, is there any other uh… Led Zepelin? That’s not the one I meant. There was one song that was called ‘Life is a Highway’ or something like that. Can you play this one? The one that Tony usually has on?” The multimeter showed that there was no voltage on the circuit board. Terrible news. “Did you mean ACDC and ‘Highway to hell?’” Friday asked. “Uh probably.” Peter answered absent mindedly. He was trying to figure out what was broken. “You know, Mr. Stark would be angrier that you mistook ACDC for Led Zepelin, than about the fact that you threw one of the prototypes off the table.” Sometimes FRIDAY was a bit too sentient.

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Peter was just about to glue down a new screen as he heard the beeping of someone entering the keycode to the lab. A quick glance at the clock, almost 12pm, showed Peter that it must be Tony. Quickly he threw the prototype behind him and used his nets to sick it to a wall. “Hey Mr. Stark” He smiled, moving slowly to hide the prototype with his back. “Hey Kid. I thought we were past the Mr. Stark. What did you do? What was that noise?” Tony knew something was up. The kid seemed more anxious than normal. “What noise?” Pete asked a bit too fast. “I swear I heard a noise,” Tony insisted, trying to look past the kid. “No, you didn’t!” The nervous laughter couldn’t have fooled anyone. Tony moved Peter out of the way and plugged the prototype off the wall. “By ‘Do whatever you want with the prototype’ I didn’t mean for you to wreck them, Pete.” Tony laughed but Peter squirmed. “The meeting was boring. I had FRIDAY send me the live footage. I am impressed you could fix the whole circuit board in such a small amount of time.” He knew that his kid was hiding something from him, Peter should have known that FRIDAY had her eyes and ears everywhere. “I wanted to show you I can fix my own mistakes.” Peter looked down to the display prototype. “You meant fix MY mistakes?” Tony let out a laugh. “I spilled coffee over it this morning. You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, you know?” He put his and on head of his intern. “We should go to sleep. You look exhausted.” Tony gently guided his kid to the elevator. “We need to rotate the motor, which is less efficient but more ergonomic and a display is generally not a good idea on your leg. I mean how are you supposed to read it?” Peter rambled as he was being pushed in the elevator. “We can do that tomorrow, right after rehearsing band names. Now it’s time for you to sleep.”

[rdiasrohini]

Top BBA Colleges in Delhi: Building Future Leaders with Real-World Business Skills

The demand for a strong foundation in business education has led to the rise of top BBA colleges in Delhi, known for offering industry-focused and career-oriented programs. A Bachelor of Business Administration (BBA) degree equips students with the essential management and business skills needed to thrive in today’s competitive global economy. These leading BBA colleges go beyond theoretical knowledge by incorporating live case studies, industry-based projects, and corporate internships into their curriculum. This hands-on approach allows students to gain in-depth insights into how businesses operate in the real world, preparing them to tackle challenges with confidence and creativity. Choosing one of the best BBA colleges in Delhi ensures students not only earn a respected degree but also graduate with practical skills, real-world experience, and a vision for leadership. For ambitious students looking to build a strong foundation in business, Delhi's BBA institutions offer the perfect blend of academic rigor and industry exposure.

[sportsmodepigeon]

ARCHITECT AU???? PLEASE🤲

For those who don't know: I'm 4.5 years into a degree in the subject. I also go to a school known for realism in design, but it's very much a silly degree. It's also why I've got some strong opinions.

OK so I nearly made Logan an architecture major in sunshine, but realized he would never have time to see Oscar nor go to races so easily?? (It's an intensely time consuming major/industry)

But let's do a full non-driver au. Logan got into it young, managed to be apart of a specific program that does exist, got the right internships (fuck u williams I'll support him myself), and is a shockingly young architect at a famous firm stirring up some shit after he pulls off a big brave wild extension to a famous landmark or historic home in a city (you have no idea how much this is like kicking a bees nest. It's also partially something I'm doing for my own thesis.)

Oscar's the lad dispatched to review it. He works for a newspaper/magazine/website and he was supposed to just be the sports guy but he was in a meeting with his boss (mark, obvs) and made a snarky comment about the building photos sitting on his desk and lol. OK. Since the usual critic (idk, George?) Is off on his honeymoon, Oscar wouldn't mind stepping in?

Let's forget that writing about architecture is a skill and there's an insane amount of bullshit and lingo that goes the with the Language of Architecture (no seriously, you can tell what year a student is by how they talk), and pretend that secretly Oscar knows it all bc he has a passion for it (???) Or that he was an architecture school drop out.

What follows is a deeply sincere look into what it means to be an architect, what it means to create for others, and why sometimes tradition and history aren't sacred actually. Also they slowly fall in love as Oscar realizes Logan designs from his heart or w/e.

This would naturally be a thinly veiled criticism of modern architectural policies and how I think they're failing the majority of the population in some way or another, mainly due to efficiency chasing, zoning and code issues, and lack of funding for specific projects, but I digress.

Logans studio is a central point of the story, as it bleeds the words and images that make up Logan, but he's too afraid to say outloud. Oscar's critic ends up being a sports metaphor turned love letter to the work logans doing, and to him.

They stay in contact for years, and Oscar exclusively does arch critics only for him. They have a shockingly high reader base. They end up writing a book together before Logan splits from his original team to start his own firm in Oscar's city.

The end <3

[12surajkumar]

Top MBA Schools in India Your Career Starts with the Right College

When it comes to shaping a successful career in business and management, selecting the right MBA school is the most critical first step. In India, where the competition is intense and the corporate world is evolving rapidly, an MBA from a top-tier business school offers the knowledge, network, and placement opportunities to help you excel.

In this guide, we explore the top MBA schools in India and show how each institution serves as a launchpad for a high-impact career.

Why Choosing the Right MBA College Matters

A reputed MBA college doesn't just give you a degree—it offers:

🎓 World-class education from experienced faculty

🌐 Industry exposure through internships, guest lectures, and live projects

🤝 Powerful alumni networks that open doors globally

💼 High placement potential with leading companies

🌍 International opportunities through exchange programs and global immersions

Top MBA Schools in India (2025 Edition)

Here’s a curated list of the best MBA schools in India known for academic excellence, top-notch placements, and cutting-edge curriculums.

1. Indian Institute of Management Ahmedabad (IIMA)

Ranking: #1 consistently across major rankings

Average CTC: ₹35.5 LPA

Top Recruiters: McKinsey, BCG, Goldman Sachs

Why Choose IIMA:

Premier case-study-based learning model

Global recognition (EQUIS & AACSB accreditations)

100% placement with high international offers

2. Indian Institute of Management Bangalore (IIMB)

Location: Bangalore – India’s Silicon Valley

Average CTC: ₹33 LPA

Best For: Tech, consulting, and entrepreneurship

Standout Features:

Strong linkages with the corporate and startup ecosystem

Global immersion programs

Active alumni mentorship and leadership development

3. Indian Institute of Management Calcutta (IIMC)

Specialty: Finance and analytics

Average CTC: ₹34 LPA

Top Recruiters: JP Morgan, Barclays, BCG

Highlights:

Internationally renowned faculty

Finance-focused curriculum

Ivy-league level placement results

4. Indian School of Business (ISB), Hyderabad & Mohali

Program: One-year PGP

Average CTC: ₹30 LPA

Unique Strengths:

Globally diverse peer group

Industry-focused curriculum

Excellent for experienced professionals

5. XLRI – Xavier School of Management, Jamshedpur

Popular Programs: PGDM in HRM and Business Management

Average Package: ₹29 LPA

Why XLRI?

Pioneer in Human Resource Management

Excellent leadership development

Ethical business focus and social impact initiatives

6. International Institute of Business Studies (IIBS)

Program: MBA, PGDM, Finance ,Business Analytics

Average Package: ₹8.7 LPA

Why IIBS?

Located near International Airport , Bangalore’s

Well-rounded curriculum

Active placement cell with strong corporate connections

International student exchange options

7. Faculty of Management Studies (FMS), Delhi University

USP: Affordable MBA with top-tier ROI

Average Package: ₹27 LPA

Fee: Less than ₹2 lakhs

Recruiters: Google, Bain & Co., Microsoft

What Sets It Apart:

Best ROI in the country

Government-aided institution with stellar placements

8. SP Jain Institute of Management and Research (SPJIMR), Mumbai

Strengths: Supply chain, operations, family business

Average Salary: ₹25 LPA

Program Innovation:

Global fast-track programs

Value-based learning and social internships

9. Management Development Institute (MDI), Gurgaon

Known For: Marketing, Strategy, and HR

Avg. Package: ₹24 LPA

Placement Highlights:

Regular recruiters include Reckitt, Coca-Cola, Accenture

Proximity to NCR makes it ideal for consulting and FMCG roles

10. Indian Institute of Foreign Trade (IIFT), Delhi & Kolkata

Focus: International Business

Average CTC: ₹23 LPA

Top Recruiters: EXIM Bank, Olam International, Deloitte

International Edge:

Trade specialization curriculum

Strong foreign placement track record

11. NMIMS School of Business Management, Mumbai

Specializations: Finance, Analytics, Pharma Management

Average CTC: ₹20 LPA

Placement Strengths:

Extensive recruiter base from Mumbai's corporate sector

Good choice for freshers and working professionals alike

Honorable Mentions – Emerging B-Schools with Excellent Potential

1. TAPMI, Manipal

Strong emphasis on business analytics and finance

Accredited by AACSB

2. Great Lakes Institute of Management, Chennai

One-year and two-year PGPM/MBA programs

Focus on analytics and AI-driven management

3. IMI Delhi

Centrally located, globally connected

Strong ROI and growing placement stats

4. IBS Hyderabad

Among the largest MBA programs in India

Extensive alumni and recruiter network

How to Choose the Right MBA School in India

Before applying, consider these key selection factors:

Accreditations & Rankings

Check for global accreditations like AACSB, AMBA, EQUIS, and top-tier NIRF/FT rankings.

Specialization Fit

Choose a B-school aligned with your career goals—be it in Finance, Marketing, HR, Analytics, or Entrepreneurship.

Placements & Internships

Look at average CTC, highest package, and top recruiters

Check if summer internships are guaranteed

Location & Industry Interface

Metro cities like Mumbai, Bangalore, Delhi, and Hyderabad provide better exposure

Proximity to corporates enhances live project opportunities

Alumni Network

Strong alumni connections = better mentorship & career growth

Alumni often open doors to referrals and global opportunities

Final Thoughts: Begin Your MBA Journey with the Right Choice

In India, an MBA is more than a qualification—it's a career-transforming experience. The top MBA schools listed here are not only institutions of academic excellence but also gateways to leadership, innovation, and global success.

Your career starts with the right college. Choose wisely, aim high, and let your MBA journey elevate your future.

[valkyrieres]

if you wanna talk about why you love the art direction of Planes F&R (specifically the scene where Blade gives Dusty the 'don't give up' speech, but the whole movie of your fav scenes would be cool too lol) this is your chance,, I love animation but I don't have the knowledge of someome who studied about it so,, I wanna know your thoughts

Okay I need to get some things straight: I'm just a design student who happened to study 3D in one of the semesters and the lecturer was an animator so he'd rant abt 3d ani randomly in class dkehjdhdjdjd 😭 so I'll only analyze this based on stuff I learned from him and some art theory classes

The color tone difference was executed perfectly in a realistic animation setting imo. If u want a clearer example, I'm gonna take one from ATSV (it's more style-based so analyzing the colors r easier):

There are some other scenes in F&R I'd analyze but they're mostly abt camera+light directions etc?? 😭😭😭 Idk how to explain them clearly bc it's something I learned by straight up doing it w/o theories in my internship/personal projects djshdjshjdjd

I'll probably make a longer post once I'm done with my current projects sjsbsnjsj, I'm so sorry for the short answer (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

[lboogie1906]

Trish Millines Dziko (1957) is the co-founder and Executive Director of the Technology Access Foundation. A native of New Jersey, she focused on college and became a first-generation college student. She made history by becoming the first woman to be awarded a full basketball scholarship for Monmouth College. She received her BS in Computer Science.

She spent 15 years working in the high-tech industry as a software developer, manager, and consultant as well as a database designer in such industries as military weapons, business systems, communications, and medical equipment.

She became one of the early employees at Microsoft Inc. She became active in promoting awareness of the importance of diversity in the corporate world. She became a co-founder of the Technology Access Foundation, a Seattle-based organization designed to provide science, technology, engineering, and mathematics skills to children of color. She became the full-time TAF Executive Director. As one of the young Microsoft millionaires at 39, She contributed over $150,000 to establish TAF.

TAF’s programs seek to increase mathematical and literacy competencies for K-8 students through project-based activities that use technology as a tool for learning in an after-school environment. Each year about 70 teenagers enroll in the Technical Teens Internship Program which includes courses in programming, website development, networking, and career development skills. The program provides job-readiness training, college entrance preparation, and paid summer internships with local corporations or small businesses for practical experience. In addition, about 200 five to twelve-year-olds take computer classes to enhance their reading, math, critical thinking, and problem-solving skills. Since its founding on October 1, 1996, TAF has taken the lead in preparing African Americans and other students of color for training in science and technology fields in colleges and universities.

She received an Honorary Doctor of Humane Letters from Seattle University. She continues to guide the Technology Access Foundation. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence