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The Aesthetics of Borderlands Characters

Roland - Hot Pockets
Lilith - A bloodstained leather jacket
Mordecai - The pet supplies aisle
Brick - Old Spice guy
Zed - TF2 Engineer
Marcus - A Boston Creme Donut
Hammerlock - Chef Gordon Ramsy
Moxxi - Red wine in a, “I 💜 mom” mug
Scooter - A Tech Deck
Ellie - Romances with strong female protagonists
Angel - “Wake Me Up Inside” by Evanescence
Torgue - The sun
Tiny Tina - A haunted jack-in-the box
Tannis - Bitter, cold, three day old coffee
Captain Scarlett - Johnny Depp
Shade - CapriSun
Claptrap - The genie from Aladdin
Axton - An airhorn noise
Maya - Grungy hipster blogs
Salvador - A Lil’ Monkey Fella
Zer0 - A jazz club
Gaige - Hot Topic
Krieg - A mosh pit brawl at a Linkin Park concert
Handsome Jack - The Geico money stack with winged eyeliner
Nakayama - Waifu body pillows
Athena - Medieval chivalry
Wilhelm - Bionicle
Nisha - Oddly colored blue jeans
Aurelia - The cool refreshing taste of Pepsi
Janey Springs - Dr. Seuss books
Gladstone - Pencils that have been snapped in half with no eraser
Tassiter - The old lady with the poodle in the Sticky Buddy commercial
Pickles - Kraft Mac and Cheese
Timothy Lawrence - Half-assed high school acting
Rhys - Capitalism
Vaughn - The concept of being a badass
Vasquez - The slutty secretary that wants to bang their boss
August - Gary Oak

i feel like knowing how to google shit is the most unacknowledged marketable Millennial Skill. like for instance it never occurs to my mom (born in the 60s) to google anything, she just decides that there’s no solution. it only seems mundane to people in their 20s and 30s because we’ve always done it, but actually it’s a huge sign of resourcefulness and intellectual curiosity that’s almost unique to our generation and the next.

p3/p5 family au info thing

first and foremost, i’d just like to reiterate that this is an au so i can do whatever i want with it, don’t go militant on me for having fun pls thanks 

alright so i woke up with like 409386093 asks about the parents dying [niijima parents’ death isn’t a spoiler but there are p3p spoilers in here so watch out :0….]  and i suppose this is needed shdfjfgkhfjal i’m laughing so hard- so the range of questions i got are “YOU’RE GOING TO KILL THEM OFF?” “THEY’RE GOING TO DIE” “THIS MEANS THEY’RE DEAD” and

OKAY SO, i originally made this au so i can have them both alive and happy so, it doesn’t really follow p5verse that much. i didn’t really think too deep about this au to ponder about how they’ll die because i just really wanted to have an akiham family to play with LOL (i like to call this branch “please save me from p3p depression”)

however, after some development with friends, it got a little bit more angsty and this is where it starts to follow p5verse more. so back to the original p5 plot: yes, both parents will die like how p5 has told. (i call this branch “Depression Setting In” GKSGLSKG:AL;)

so basically:

  • first branch = lighthearted; “No Angst Allowed, Good Time Only”
  • second branch = angsty, bittersweet; “lms if u love eating shit and dying”

i like both branches tho so i will most likely draw for both sometimes! mostly just the first branch tho bc i wanna run away from depression pls so i apologize in advance if i ever confuse you all with that HAHA so you can interpret my drawings with whichever branch you prefer: if you love being in post-p3p/p5 canon denial bliss or eating shit and dying, it’s up to you my dude

for the second branch, to answer the questions:
1) “how will hamuko die?”

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  • Fukurōdani: Many owl moms and their child
  • Nekoma: Single mother cat and many kittens who give him stress lines.
  • Aoba Jōsai: Poor mother who gets more trouble from the dad then kids. Such a good, unappreciated mom. Divorce Oikawa.
  • Date Tech: Very stressed mom save him
  • Karasuno: Loving and soothing mom with two moms in training
  • Shiratorizawa: Very blunt dad who is very proud and needs to chill
  • fukurodani: many owl moms and their child
  • nekoma: single mother cat and many kittens who give him stress lines.
  • aoba jousai: poor mother who gets more trouble from the dad then the kids. such a good, unappreciated mom. divorce oikawa.
  • date tech: very stressed mom save him
  • karasuno: loving and soothing mom with two moms in training
  • shiratorizawa: very blunt dad who is very proud and needs to chill
Partners In Crime // t.j. au

kinda based on a mixture of @/joshdunfics ’s ‘the run and go’ and ‘you look so cool’ and also based on the song partners in crime by set it off. feedback is welcome & encouraged!!!

“In and out, nice and easy,” Tyler says, patting Michael on the shoulder lightly.

“It’s low tech, mom and pop shop, no CCTV,” she says, putting her hair into two braids, red streaks weaving their way through her natural colored hair, “they’ll give us the cash, we take a few items, in and out, five minutes flat.”

“And if they don’t?” Mark asks from the passenger seat, turning around to look at the three others in the back.

Josh leans forward, arm propped on the edge of the seat.

“Then we make them,” he says, the sunlight glinting slightly off of the gun in his hand.

Mark nods, turning back around, he runs his hand over his jeans.

“Look, if you’re not up for this…” Tyler shakes his head. “We can’t afford cold feet Mark. We need to go fast, cops almost got us coupla’ weeks back, remember? We can’t afford another slip up.”

“That wasn’t my fault,” Mark looks over his shoulder again, “you can’t blame me for that. That was Y/N’s fau-”

“The hell did you just say?” Tyler spits, the barrel of his gun pointing at Mark’s face. “Wanna repeat that?”

“Whoa whoa whoa, Ty, buddy,” Michael says, his grip tightening on the steering wheel, “c'mon man, what are you doing?”

“I just want to hear what he said,” Tyler replies, twisted half smile on his face as Mark swallowed.

“Look Tyler I j-”

Tyler pressed the gun to Marks forehead, his hands steady.

“I want you to think real hard about what you’re about to say,” he says, “and I want you to know that I have no problem doing this.”

“It was my fault,” Mark says, his breathing uneven, “I won’t screw up again.”

Tyler pointed the gun at the roof of the car, a sickening grin now on his face.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He says.

“Tyler,” Y/N whispers, his head turning towards her.

He scoots closer to her, his face softening.

“You heard what he was gonna say about you baby,” he whispers, placing a hand on her cheek, “I can’t let anyone talk about you like that.”

“He’s just scared Ty, we were close to getting caught. He’s new at this, so is Mike,” she says, shaking her head. “They’re not used to the pressure, give them some time, they’ll get used to it and it’ll be better. Besides, I can take care of myself.”

Tyler smiles, an actual smile.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” Y/N replies, pressing her lips to his passionately.

“Michael, park in the alley, keep the van running, this won’t take long,” Josh says as the couple pulls apart, “four of us will run in, grab the cash, get out. Simple as that.”

“You ready for this Mark?” She asks, handing him a ski mask.

“Lets do it.”

The four of them pull on their masks, guns tucked under their shirts as Michael pull into the alley way. The twilight sky covers the groups entry into the store, the four of them stopping just before the door.

“Alright, Josh, you watch the door, make sure nobody interrupts. Y/N, you and I will grab some extra items, Mark, you hand the guy the bag, watch him put the money in and don’t screw it up,” Tyler orders.

The group enters the shop, guns pointed out.

“Money in the bag!” Mark shouts, thrusting the bag into the cashiers hands. “Now!”

Josh stands next to the door, occasionally glancing out as Tyler and Y/N walk around the shop.

“Hey baby, found ya a little present,” Tyler calls.

“What’s that?” She asks, walking over to him.

Tyler grabs her left hand, pulling her close to him.

“Marry me?” He whispers, slipping the ring onto her finger as his lips brush across hers.

“Anytime, anywhere.” She replies, kissing him fully.

“Boss,” Mark calls, pulling Tyler’s attention away from Y/N, “we’re good to go.”


Y/N glances down at her watch, a smile on her face.

“Three and a half minutes.”

“Lets get out of here.”

The group does just that, Mark handing the bag off to Tyler as they head towards the alley way, jumping into the van.

“Take the back way out, hit the cross street, drive normal. Any recklessness will get us caught for sure,” Tyler says.

Michael does as he orders, back up through two alley way intersections before turning onto the main road, disappearing into traffic.

They pull their masks off, smiles on all five faces.

“Let’s see what we got,” Tyler says, opening the bag and pouring out the stacks of bills.

“Quick count,” Josh says, glancing over the cash, “I’d say about three thousand, plus whatever you two picked up.”

Y/N emptied her back, a small cache of jewelry pilling up on the floor of the van.

“Never knew you had such good taste,” she says to Tyler, looking down at the ring on her finger, “I love it.”

“I’m glad,” he says, pressing a kiss to her temple, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” she replies, Josh smiling at his two best friends.

“Back to the safe house boss?” Michael asks.

“Yeah,” Tyler replies, motioning to Josh to put the money back into the bag, “add this to the stash.”

Tyler and Y/N sit up against the side of the van, his arm around her shoulders as Michael drives them towards their house.

“Someday,” he whispers, “someday we’ll live like spoiled royalty. No one will be able to touch us.”

“They’ll never take us alive,” she says, shaking her head.

“Til death do us part,” Tyler replies, touching the ring on her finger, “they’ll call our crimes a work of art.”

“Hey Josh, wanna help me make some dinner when we get back?” she asks, a small smile on her face, “I’d say we’ve earned it.”

“You got it boss.”

“Hey, lets get one thing straight, I’m the boss around here,” Tyler teases.

“Sure you are babe,” she says, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “sure you are.”


Josh sits in a bean bag chair, occasionally putting pieces of popcorn in his mouth as he separates the cash into different piles.

“What’s going on with them?” Mark questions, throwing this head in the direction of Y/N and Tyler.

Josh tosses a glance at the couple in the opposite room, talking in hushed voices and wild hand movements.

“Guess you haven’t been here long enough to know, huh,” Josh says, placing a twenty on top of another, “every couple of months Y/N and Ty get into this the same fight. Tyler wants to go bigger, banks mostly, not just hit up family run shops like we’ve been doing. Y/N thinks it’s too dangerous. They’ll fight for a few hours, maybe a day or two, then everything will be back to normal. Y/N always wins.”  

“Really? Why’s that?” Mark asks.

“C'mon man, are you blind?” Michael asks, swatting Mark lightly on the back of the head. “He’s in love with her! Head over heels. He’s not going to do anything she doesn’t want him to.”

“She’s the same though, she loves him more than anything,” Josh says. “That’s why she doesn’t want us to go bigger, she doesn’t want him to get hurt. Us either, but mostly him. She won’t let him do it, not after what happened last time.”

“Last time?”

“It was…I dunno probably a good two years ago,” Josh starts, chewing on some popcorn before continuing. “It was just the three of us, me, Y/N, and Tyler; we were ambitious, we were in over our heads, we were…we were idiots. We went after this this small credit union, it was one of our first jobs, but we didn’t do enough research. It was a front for a local gang, they ran everything through there, drugs, money, you name it. We went in, tried to grab the money and all hell broke loose.”

“Guys came out of nowhere, machine guns, we didn’t stand a chance,” Josh pauses, leaning in closer to the two men, “that scar on Tyler’s nose? One of the guys grabbed Y/N and Tyler freaked, tried fighting off about three of them. One of them sliced his nose, the three of them beat him up pretty bad before we were able to get out of there. The police didn’t know about us yet, so we took him to the hospital, made up some story. He was in a coma for three days, six broken ribs, a fractured ankle, sprained wrist, and the deep cut on his nose. After that, Y/N decided that we were going to go about this a different way. She spends days doing research about every job, only quick stuff. She won’t let us do anything without thoroughly looking into it, and nothing with anything over a basic CCTV set up. Not after that.”  

“And Tyler still wants to go bigger?”

Josh sighs, looking over his shoulder at his two best friends.

“Tyler wants a better life for her.”


“Ty, we’ve talked about this,” Y/N says, shaking her head, “it’s not a good idea.”

“C'mon baby, we can do this,” Tyler says, looking out at the other three men that had gathered in the living room. “We got enough people now, I’m sure Mark can hack into the cameras if it’ll make you feel better. We can do this.”

“God it’s like you want to get hurt again!” Y/N exclaims. “You were in a coma for three days, Tyler, and that was before we were big like this. We can’t go to a hospital if ones of us gets hurt again, they know us, they’ll find us. It’s too risky.”

“No one is going to get hurt, we’ll get in, get the money, and get out,” Tyler says, “it’s simple.”

“It’s not simple Ty, it’s a freaking bank! Nothing about that is simple, we’ll get caught,” she says. “Besides, we don’t need to do it, we’re perfectly fine with the smaller jobs we’re doing.”

“But Y/N, if we did this we wouldn’t need to do any jobs,” Tyler explains. “We do this, we get enough cash to buy a plane o-or a boat and we get out of here, we go over seas. London, Paris, Venice, we can go anywhere we want. Baby I…I want a better life for you, away from all of this.”

“I don’t need a better life,” Y/N pleads, “all I want is you, Ty. I don’t want you to do this, I don’t want to lose you.”

“But I want you to have a better life, I want you to have everything you could ever wish for,” Tyler says, running a hand over his face.

“I can’t talk about this anymore,” Y/N gives in, shoving her hands into her pockets, “I just need some space.”

She leaves the room, cringing slightly at the sound of the door being closed behind her. She walks into the kitchen and grabs a glass out of the cabinet, setting it down on the counter as she lets out a deep breath, Josh joins her a few moments after.

“Same thing?” He asks.

“Like clock work,” she replies, “every two months, the same fight. I know that he wants what he thinks is the best for me, but him getting caught…him getting killed…that’s the worst thing that could happen. I don’t want to risk it. He doesn’t understand.”

“He just wants to be able to provide for you, to give you whatever you want. He loves you,” Josh says, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly, “he doesn’t see it as a possibility of him getting hurt, he sees it as a way to make sure he can give you anything and everything you could possibly want.”

“We’re too big now Josh,” she says, sipping at the water, “we’ve made too much noise. If the cops find us they’re not going to go easy. The best outcome is them arresting us, but the most likely outcome is that at least one of us will get killed. We’re better off just hitting smaller places, less of a risk.”

“Look, I know you care about him, we all do,” Josh sighs, “but Y/N…we all want more. We want bigger things. I for one am getting a bit bored with these smaller heists, I want something different. I want something more.”

Y/N slams the glass back onto the counter, and Josh isn’t sure how it didn’t break.

“Fine, you all want better things,” she growls, “do them without me.”


“Come on Y/N, this is getting a bit ridiculous,” Josh says, letting out a small sigh as he stares at the closed door.

“Leave me alone,” she replies, muffled, “I don’t want to talk.”

“Y/N,” the boy sighs again, “it’s been two days, time to give it up.”

Silence follows Josh’s plea, and he lets out a frustrated groan.

“Just give it up J,” Tyler says, shaking his head, “she’s stubborn as hell, she’s not going to come out unless she wants to.”

“Ty, man, you’ve been sitting against that wall for the past thirty six hours,” Josh says, pacing the floor, “she’s being ridiculous.”

“Hey!” Tyler barks, making Mark and Michael jump slightly. “That’s enough. I know that she’s being a pain, but don’t talk about her like that.”

“Even after two days of her not talking to us, to him,” Mark whispers, “he still defends her.”

“He’s got it bad,” Michael replies quietly.

“That’s it, I’m done,” Josh says, marching across the living room and digging through his backpack.

“Josh, what are you doing?” Michael questions as the boy pulls out his lock picking device.

“I’m going in to talk to her, whether she likes it or not,” Josh says through gritted teeth.

“Josh you can’t just u-”

“I’ll do what I like,” Josh replies, kneeling in front of the closed door, “if you haven’t noticed, we’re thieves, we don’t exactly live by society’s rules.”

Josh pauses, the device inches from the lock.

“Ty?” He asks quietly, looking over at his friend.

Tyler looks back at him, nodding.

“Talk to her,” he whispers, “she’ll listen to you.”

Josh nods back, quickly picking the lock to the room. He enters just as fast, closing the door behind him.

“What the hell are you doing?” Y/N exclaims, scrambling off of the bed and to her feet.

“You won’t come out, I decided to come in,” Josh says, shrugging.

“Tyler’s gonna kill you.”

“Who do you think told me to come in here?”

She falls silent, looking down at the floor.

“I’m sorry, J,” she whispers, “but I just…I can’t lose him again. I can’t bare to see him arrested or hurt or even…god I don’t even want to think about him being killed.”

“Why are you so certain that we will get caught?” Josh asks.

“Because that’s what happens when you go big,” she replies, “you go big and you get in over your head and you lose. Staying small is better, it’s the only way to make sure you can control the outcome.”

“The only way we fully control this is by stopping,” Josh says. “We can’t control anything but what we do. Regardless of whether we go small or big.”

“J…I can’t lose you guys, any of you. You guys are all I have,” she stumbles over her words, eyes glistening slightly, “you guys are my family. I love you all but…god I love him more than anything. It’s too risky. I’m not backing down.”

“Do you remember when we found this place?” Josh switches subjects, looking around the room. “You loved it, but I didn’t think we should get it, I thought it was too big, too empty, there was only just the three of us. But Ty he…he talked to me, I think it was the look in your eyes. You were happy, that’s all he wants, he wants you to be happy.”

Josh pauses, shaking his head.

“I’ve known Tyler a long time, Y/N,” he says, “I’ve seen him with other girls, he didn’t care about them as much as he cares about you. I’ve never seen him care for anyone the way he cares for you. I know for a fact he doesn’t want you to get hurt just as much as you don’t want him to, but he knows that we can do this, he knows what we are capable of, I trust him with my life.”

“And I trust him with mine,” the girl whispers, letting out a sigh, “Ty, I know you’re out there. Come here.”

The door opens quickly, the brown haired boy stepping inside the room with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Look Y/N I never meant t-”

“Oh get over here and kiss me.”

He does just that, their lips molding together and her fingers tangling themselves in his hair as Josh leaves the room, joining the two men on bean bag chairs.

“And that’s how you deal with that,” he says with a smirk.

“Every time?” Mark questions, shaking his head.

“Almost every time,” Josh replies. “Couple of times they worked it out themselves, other times I help after few days. This was an easy one.”

“D'you think she’ll ever give in?” Michael questions. “I mean, I agree with him. I think we could do something bigger.”

“Not sure,” Josh replies, “I’m sure she will get tired of them fighting but…all it’s gonna take is one bad job, one near miss, one of us getting hurt. Then she’ll go back,” he shrugs, throwing another look over his shoulder at his friends.

“If we do this,” Y/N whispers between kisses, “if we do this I have to research it. It’ll take time, I have to be thorough.”

“Whatever it takes,” Tyler replies quietly, pressing kisses to her jaw line.

“There’s this new jail break I read about on a forum,” she says, “turns your phone into a police scanner, reverses the encryption on their communications and allows you to understand it. If we do this, we need that too.”

Tyler pulls back, staring into her eyes.

“You mean it,” Tyler says, smiling, “we’re gonna do this?”

“Yeah, yeah Ty we’re gonna do this,” she says, nodding, “but we’re gonna do it right.”


Six days. That’s how long it took for Y/N to feel like they were prepared. Six days of planning, staking out, research. Six days of setting up code, hacking into firewalls, familiarizing oneself with the system.

Finally, much to Tyler’s relief, Y/N gave the green light.

“We’ll go tonight, right before closing,” she says, “Marks’s been inside the system for three days and there’s been no sign of them knowing, so we do this now so they don’t get a chance to know.”

“Mark, you’re gonna loop the feed from the van, then when we go in you’re going to collect all the phones and the guards guns, put them in a pile as far away from everyone as you can,” Y/N explains. “Josh, you and Ty are gonna grab the cash, as much as you can as fast as you can, I’m going to help Mark watch the hostages and listen on the police scanner for any company. Michael, you’re in the van, keep it on and ready so we can get out fast.”

Michael gave a look of disapproval, opening his mouth to argue. One glance from Tyler shut him up quick.

“I know you want to be in the action Michael, but I’m putting everyone exactly where they need to be, and we need you in the van,” Y/N says, “you’re the best driver under pressure out of all of us, we need you, we just need you where we can use you.”

Michael nods.

“I also set up a police scanner in the van, it scans for local p.d. radio signals, while the one on the phone I’ll be using can switch between swat and local. I’m going to keep it on the higher level, I’ll need you to text me updates about local stuff every couple of minutes,” she explains, nodding.

“You thought this through,” Josh praises.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right. No one is going to get caught,” Y/N replies.

“No one’s going to get caught,” Tyler says, placing a comforting hand on her knee.

She lets out a shaky breath, nodding.

“If we’re gonna do this we need to get going,” Josh says gently, glancing at his watch, “the bank’s halfway across town, if we leave now we’ll get there twenty minutes before closing.”

The group pile into the van, Tyler and Josh checking all the guns to make sure they’re all loaded.

Josh notices first; her tapping foot, her hands shakily running through her hair as she tries to braid it. He nudges Tyler in the ribs with his elbow, nodding towards the nervous girl.

Tyler moves so he’s sitting behind her, removing her hands from her hair.

“Here, let me,” he says gently, taking her hair into his own hands.

Y/N relaxes into his touch, letting out a content sigh.

“I know you’re nervous princess,” Tyler whispers, weaving her hair together the same way he’s seen her do a thousand times, “but we’re going to do this, and it’s going to be perfect.”

“And after?”

Tyler finishes her hair, pulling her close to where her back presses against his chest.

“After that I’ll get you a map,” he says, kissing the nape of her neck a few times, “you’ll throw a dart, pencil, thumb tack, whatever; and wherever it lands, that’s where we’ll go. No more jobs, no more running, no more hiding; we can do whatever we want.”

“Just you and me?” she asks quietly.

“Everyone gets their share, they can do with it what they wish,” Tyler says, “but you and me, we stick together. And Josh of course, if he wants.”

Tyler smiles at his best friend, who rolls his eyes teasingly.

“C'mon J, we’ll set you up with a pretty foreign girl, by then you’ll be rich and you’ll be just as handsome,” Y/N smiles, “it’ll be perfect.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Josh smiles, passing out the ski masks.

“We’re here,” Michael says, pulling into the alley way, “it’s now or never.”

“I love you more than anything in the world,” Tyler whispers, pressing kiss to her forehead before she slid on her ski mask, “more than anything.”

“I love you too Ty,” she replies, swallowing hard, “let’s get this over with.”

“First things first,” Tyler says, looking at Mark, “you get all the phones and the guns and put them in a pile, count them, make sure they match up. We can’t have any heroes.”

Mark nods, putting on his mask as Tyler did the same.

“Let’s do it.”

“Gloves on, no finger prints,” Tyler says, “we can’t leave any trace. Josh,” he nods his head over, silently asking his friend to come closer.

“What’s up?” Josh asks quietly.

“If this…Josh if this thing goes south I need you to promise me something,” Tyler takes a deep breath, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Promise me that you’ll get her out of there, and that you’ll take care of her. Please.”

“Ty I d-”

“No, Josh please,” Tyler cuts him off, shaking his head, “I need you to promise me. If this goes bad and I don’t make it out I need to know that you’ll be there for her. I need to know that she’ll be with someone I trust.”

“Yeah, yeah Ty I’ll be there for her. I won’t leave her, I promise,” Josh nods, worry evident his eyes. “Do you think this is going to go bad?”

“I don’t know J, I really hope not but…” Tyler trails off, shaking his head again, “but if it does I just want to make sure she’s going to be okay.”

“She will be,” Josh replies, nodding slowly, “we all will be.”

“Alright,” Tyler says, raising his voice back to a normal level, “let’s get going.”

They get in easy enough, a single ear bud tucked underneath Y/N’s mask as she continuously listens to the police scanners.

“We good to go?” Tyler asks her, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“For now,” she says, checking her phone for any messages from Mark. “Let’s get this done, yeah?”

Tyler nods, taking one of the managers behind the desk and telling him what to do as Y/N bounces slightly on the balls of her feet.

“You okay?” Josh whispers.

“No, no I’m not okay,” she replies, “all I can think about is what happened last time, I can’t get it out of my head, J.”

“Hey, this is nothing like that,” Josh says, “everything’s going fine, everything will be fine. We’re good.”

She nods, pulling her phone out and texting Michael.

We still good?

“I…I need you to promise me something J,” she whispers, tapping her fingers against the back of her phone, “it’s been the three of us for so long…don’t let that change. Please.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t let him do something stupid to protect me, and don’t let me do something stupid to protect him,” she explain, “and if it comes down to it…save him.”

“You two and your promises,” Josh sighs, nodding anyway, “yeah, okay, whatever you say.”

We’re still good. Nothing on the scanner.

“Thank you, really,” she says, nodding, “thank you.”

“We should hurry,” Mark says, walking up to the two of them, “people are starting to get antsy, I don’t want to be here longer than we need to be.”

“He should be done soon,” Y/N replies, “he knows what he’s doing, I trust him.”

“Go check the bags he’s done with,” Josh says to Mark, “make sure there’s nothing in them, dye packs, trackers, anything. Be thorough, we can’t mess this up.”

“He’s right,” Y/N whispers as Mark leaves, “we need to get out of here, the longer we stay here the more chance we have of getting caught or one of these people doing something stupid.”

“He’s almost done,” Josh says, nodding in Tyler’s direction, “c'mon, final checks.”

“You okay baby girl?” Tyler whispers once Y/N and Josh come to stand beside him.

“Ready to go,” she replies, “how much did we get?”

“Enough,” Tyler nods, “let’s get out of here.”

“We should go out of the back,” Mark says, holding a few bags in his hands, “that way it’s harder to trace us, in the front and out the back.”

“That may be the smartest thing you’ve ever said,” Josh teases.

“Shut up, let’s go,” Mark says.

The four of them make their way towards the back of the bank, the rest happens in slow motion.

She sees Tyler crumple before she actually hears the shot, her whole world breaking with one single action.

How they got to the van, she doesn’t remember. All she can see is the amount of blood on Tyler’s shirt after Josh removes his hands.  

“What the hell happened?” Michael practically yells as they got in the van, eyes wide.

“Just drive, we need to get out of here,” Y/N says, hands shaking as she pulls off her mask.

“Take the mask, press it on his shoulder,” Mark says, “we need to stop the blood flow.”

Josh does as he says, pressing the mask to the back of Tyler’s shoulder as Michael drove through the alley.

“What happened?” Michael asks through gritted teeth.

“We were on our way out, someone had a gun, I think it was one of the guards,” Josh says, “they shot, hit Tyler in the shoulder. We booked it out of there as fast as we could.”

“How the hell did one of them have a gun?” Y/N asks, looking up at Mark with hard eyes.

“I don’t know, I counted them, three times,” Mark says. “There were five guards, I had five guns, one of them had to have an extra or something.”

“An extra,” she says, pointing her own gun at him,“ you’re blaming this on one of the guards happening to have an extra gun?!”

“Y/N!” Josh shouts, shaking his head, “that’s not helping. It’s not his fault, it happened. Doing that isn’t going to change it.”

She deflates, dropping the gun onto the floor, Josh grabs it and pulls out the clip as she turns her attention back to Tyler.

“What are we going to do Josh…” she trails off for a brief second, “we can’t go to a hospital, what are we going to do?”

“You know what we have to do,” Josh says calmly.

“No we…Josh we can’t. We can’t go to him,” she shakes her head, “you know what he said last time, we can’t.”

“We have to, he’s the only one we know who can help us,” Josh says, “we can’t go to a hospital, we can’t go to an urgent care, anywhere we go is going to report it because it’s a gunshot, we need to go to him.”

“Look, before we went in there Tyler made me promise to take care of you if something happened to him,” Josh says, “and you made me promise to save him, look at him, Y/N. Seriously, look at him.”

The tears clouding her eyes couldn’t hide the sight of him; the blood soaked shirt, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

“Ty needs medical help, and he’s the only one we can trust,” Josh presses.

“I wouldn’t exactly use the word trust,” she grumbles, “Josh, he’ll turn us in.”

“He won’t,” Josh whispers back, “not when he sees Ty like this. He won’t.”

“Who is this ambiguous ‘he’?” Michael asks. “Can someone please tell me where the hell we’re going.”

“Get on the highway, head south,” Josh says, switching out the bloodied mask for a fresh one.

“Where are we going?”

“Zack’s,” Y/N says, defeated, “we’re going to Zack’s.”


“I had no idea Tyler even had a brother,” Mark says, shaking his head.

“Well, he’s got two,” Josh says, “and a sister.”

“And we’re going there because?”

“He’s in med school,” Josh explains, “or at least he was, I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in at least a year. We can’t go to a hospital, Zack can help.”

“What did he say last time?” Mark asks.


“Y/N said that we couldn’t go back there because of what he said last time,” Mark explains, “what did he say?”

“Last time we saw him was because of the first time Tyler got hurt, when he was in the hospital,” Josh says, “Zack came and Tyler told him everything. He flipped, said what we were doing was dangerous and that he didn’t approve. He told us t-”

“He told us that if he saw us again he’d turn us in,” Y/N cuts him off, “said he wouldn’t that time, said he was giving us a chance to turn our lives around. He said that if he saw us again after a job, if he heard of us doing a job, he’d call the police and turn us in.”

“And yet we’re going straight to him?!” Michael exclaims.

“He’s not going to turn us in,” Josh stresses, “it’s an empty threat. He was scared because Tyler got hurt, he’ll help us, I know he will.”

“Well, lets hope so,” Michael sighs, “we’re here.”

“Let me and Y/N go, talk to him first,” Josh says, “just to prep him.”

“Yeah, whatever man,” Michael says, “let me know if we need a quick get away.”

The two of them make their way up the sidewalk, Y/N’s hands shaking.

“Wish I hadn’t’ve made you promise me to save him,” she whispers with a shaky laugh.

“Stop that,” Josh says, “everything will be okay.”

He knocks, shoving his hands in his pockets. Y/N’s stomach turns.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Zack spits as he opens the door.

“It’s Tyler,” Josh says calmly. “Please Zack, we need your help.”

Zack stares at them for what feels like years before he finally nods.

“Bring him inside.”

After ten minutes of complete silence and nail biting, Zack speaks.

“The bullet passed through cleanly, didn’t hit anything major,” he says, “he needs medicine, and rest. Stitches too, I can do those. Josh could you run upstairs and grab the blue first aid kit from the bathroom?”

“Yeah, course.”

“Y/N can I talk to you?” he asks quietly, nodding towards the kitchen.

She tries to hide her shaky hands by putting them into her pockets, following Zack into the kitchen.

“Not to sound redundant,” he starts, “but what the hell are you guys doing here? I thought I explained it last time.”

“We couldn’t exactly go to a hospital, Zack,” she says, “he’s hurt, Josh said we had to bring him here, I didn’t want to, he talked me into it.”

“You remember what I said last time?” He asks, looking down.

“Course I do, but we didn’t have choice,” she says, “I’m sorry, Zack, really I am. I didn’t want to even do this job, Tyler felt like we could do it. I’m sorry we had to bring you into this.”

Zack sighs, running his hand through his hair, for a moment he looks exactly like Tyler did when he and Y/N met.

“Are you going to turn us in?” She asks nervously.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“Hey,” Josh interrupts, leaning half way into the kitchen, “I got the stuff,” he holds up the first aid kit.

Zack takes it from him, walking back into the living room.

“Can you stop acting like that?” Y/N hisses.

“Acting like what?” Josh questions, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Like…like this is all normal, like we drop by here every other week just to get together,” she stutters, “this isn’t normal, J, Tyler’s laying unconscious on Zack’s couch because he got shot. None of this is normal, please stop acting like it is!”

“Didn’t realize that I was, I’m sorry,” Josh says gently, “I guess I’m just trying to defuse the tension, keep Zack from doing what he said he would do last time.”

“I’m so scared Josh…I’m so scared,” she whispers, “I can’t lose him, I can’t lose any of you.”

“Hey hey hey,” Josh says gently, pulling the shaking girl into his arms, “shh, it’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

“Hey sorry I j- is she okay?” Zack interrupts.

Y/N pulls out of Josh’s arms, wiping her face with her sleeve.

“H-how is he? How’s Ty?”

“The bleeding’s stopped, which is a good sign,” Zack replies, “I stitched him up and gave him some meds, he should be okay. Sore, but okay.”

“Is he awake?” Josh asks.

“In and out,” Zack says, shrugging.

He turns his attention to Y/N again, a soft expression on his face.

“He’s asking for you,” he says, “well…he mumbled your name when he was semi-conscious.”

“Can I…can I see him?” She asks, eyes wider than usual.

“Yeah, course you can,” Zack nods.

She opens her mouth to reply, but thinks better. She walks quietly into the living room, leaving Josh and Zack alone.

“They really love each other, don’t they,” Zack says, looking over at Josh.

“I’ve never seen two people love each other more,” Josh replies, smiling  slightly.

He joins Y/N in the living room, sitting next to her on a stool.

Y/N holds Tyler’s hand in both of hers, bloodshot eyes meeting Josh’s.

“I knew we shouldn’t have done this,” she whispers, “I knew it was too dangerous. God why didn’t he listen to me.”

“He’s going to be okay Y/N, you heard Zack,” Josh says, “he’ll be okay.”

“That’s not what I mean,” she says, “we still don’t know what Zack’s going to do, J. God for all we know he could’ve already called the police.”

“I don’t th-”

“Y/N? J-josh?” His voice is hoarse, eyes squinting as he looks up at them.

“Hey, hey baby,” Y/N smiles, pressing a kiss to his hand, “I’d ask you how you’re feeling but I think that’s a stupid question.”

Tyler smiles slightly, a bit of pressure lifting off of Y/N’s shoulders as he did.

“W-where are we? This doesn’t look like nay hospital I’ve ever seen before.”

“We um…we’re not at a hospital, Ty,” Josh says slowly, “we’re…we’re at Zack’s.”

Tyler’s eyes widen. He groans as he tries to sit up, shaking his head.

“Ty, Ty what are you doing?” Y/N asks worriedly. “You need to rest, you were shot.”

“We need to go, right now,” Tyler says, looking around wildly.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“We need to go, he’s gonna turn us in,” Tyler says, “who’s brilliant idea was it to bring us here?”

“Tyler, you got shot. We can’t go to a hospital, you needed help,” Josh explains, taking a deep breath, “we had to come here, he’s the only one that could help.”

“How long have we been here?” Tyler asks, finally sitting up fully. “He’s probably already called the police, we need to get out of here.”

“You’ve been here for about an hour, maybe two,” Zack says, handing his brother a bottle of water, “and I’m not going to turn you in.”

Tyler accepts the water, furrowing his eyebrows at his brother.

“You’re not?” He asks. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you’re not but…you’re not?”

“No,” Zack shakes his head, “I’m not. I should, but I won’t. But you have to promise me something, all of you.”

“Yeah, yeah anything,” Tyler nods.

“Stop this. You have to stop this,” Zack says, sitting on the couch next to Tyler, looking between the three of them, “this is too much. I don’t understand why you guys have been doing this, but it’s gone too far. Ty, man, you got shot, twice. This needs to stop.”

Tyler looks at Y/N, a small smile forming on his face.

“Yeah,” Tyler ducks his head down, nodding, “yeah we’re done.”

“Really?” Zack asks, looking surprised, “that was easy. What are you guys going to do?”

“Probably go over seas,” Tyler nods, “find somewhere in Europe and settle down. The others can do what they want, as long as I have Y/N.”

“You’ll always have me,” she whispers, kissing his knuckles, “till death do us part.”

“I’ll be there too,” Josh quips, “in a less sappy, totally platonic way.”

The group laughs, the atmosphere feeling semi-normal for the first time.

“You need to rest Ty,” Zack says, “you guys are welcome to stay here as long as you need, all of you. Including the two guys sitting in the van outside.”

“You sure?” Tyler questions. “Won’t it be suspicious? I mean don’t you have a girlfriend o-or a ah…boyfriend?”

“God Ty, no,” Zack shakes his head, rolling his eyes, “for the record, it would be a girlfriend if I had one, but I don’t. I’m in the middle of med-school, I don’t have time for that.”

“Are you serious?” Josh asks, looking at him. “About letting us stay here?”

“Until you guys figure out your plans, yeah,” Zack says, “I mean…I don’t know if you guys have some sort of…house or something like that but…”

“They’ll be looking for us,” Y/N whispers, shaking her head.

“Send Michael back,” Tyler replies after a moment of thought, “they haven’t ever seen him with us, they won’t be looking for him. He can get everything we need, clear it out.”

“Okay, okay yeah I’ll tell him,” Josh says, standing up.

He walks out of the door, Zack looking back at the couple.

“I don’t know anything about why you guys started this whole thing…” he shakes his head, “but I do know that you guys love each other a lot. I can tell. And honestly…that’s all that matters in the end. At least to me anyway.”

“Thanks Zack, that means a lot, really,” Tyler says, patting his brother on the shoulder, “I promise we won’t be here long, we just need to sort out a few things, get it all situated before we head over seas.”

“Send me a post card,” Zack says, nodding at him, “and stay safe.”

With those words, he left the room, heading into the kitchen. Tyler looks back at Y/N, a smile on his face.

“C'mere,” he mumbles, opening his arms like a small child, “I wanna hold you.”

“I don’t want to mess up your stitches Ty,” she shakes her head.

“I don’t give a damn about my stitches,” Tyler replies, raising his eyebrows, “please.”

She sighs and stands up from the stool, shaking her head at him.

“The things I let you talk me into,” she whispers, sitting next to him on the couch.

“You know you love me,” he whispers back, kissing her temple. “hey, guess what.”


“We’re rich,” he says quietly, a smile on his face, “spoiled royalty, just like I said.”

“Partners in crime,” Y/N replies, entertaining their fingers, “forever and always.”

“Till death do us part.”

anonymous asked:

Hi Thank you for your post on the imposter syndrome! I actually want to study Computer science but I got scared and studied Network tech instead, not I really want to get back into computer science but I am still scared. Can you give some tips on overcoming it? Also what got you into computer science? why do you like it? how did you learn to like it? how did you know it was what you wanted? I am discouraged because I think I can't do it since I am a girl.


I’m happy my posts help people, that’s why I make them. :) As for your problem:

Don’t let our sexist society prevent you from doing what you love! They are wrong and it’s awful that girls and women are made to feel this way. The best thing we can do, in my opinion, is to show them that YES WE CAN do all these things. Yes we can become computer scientists, engineers, physicists, everything men say that women can’t do. Fuck them, what do they know?

That being said, I know it’s not as easy as flipping a switch to actually go through with it. So I think it’s important to ask yourself these questions:

  • Why are you afraid?
  • Are you afraid of what people might think if you fail?
  • Are you afraid of what you yourself would think if you failed?
  • Are you afraid of how people will treat you because you’re a girl?
  • What is the worst thing that could happen and why?

I think the answers will get you a whole lot closer to what you need to do to make yourself feel better about this. Regarding the different treatment, I can only really speak from my experience but I very rarely felt that people treated me like I couldn’t do things because I’m female. The professors never implied things like that girls are less intelligent/less capable of logical thinking/too emotional or anything. I rarely heard it from my classmates and then it was never an open “Girls can’t do this” but more general sexist remarks that you’ll find anywhere (sadly). I heard from a friend, though, that at her uni she’s the only engineering student in her year and her professors do say things like this so I’d say it depends. But please, don’t let this stop you from doing it in the first place! It’s okay to be angry and sad at this, it’s okay to go home or go to a bathroom and cry, as long as you come back out and do your best. It’s hard, but it’ll be worth it when you achieve your goals.

About my love for computer science: I was always interested in computers. My mom was tech-savvy and taught us how to be, too. I started opening up computers to get out the hard drive or CD drive when I was in my early teens (although I don’t know a lot about hardware, really). I guess I never questioned that women can do all this because of my mom. My interest led me to experimenting with HTML and CSS (later), which led me to taking computer science classes in school which absolutely rocked - I was lucky to have a great female teacher, though. I just really, really liked programming and analytical thinking.

When I was finished with school I sat down to think about what I wanted to study. I weighed my options and ultimately decided to go with English and computer science, because I loved both. I didn’t know if it was the right thing for me, I just kinda went with the flow. I haven’t regretted it, though. Computer science encompasses so much, but I especially love the beauty of good code - when things seem to magically fit, when a simple solution is so elegant and so functional and so cleanly coded that you can’t help but admire whoever built it. I love understanding complex things, algorithms, architectures, because it makes me feel smart and because I can then use them to make more beautiful code. I love how you can learn one principle in one course and then see it used over and over in completely different areas of computer science because it is so useful and universal that it applies all over the place.

No, I didn’t like all my courses. Some where hard as hell and I’m sometimes amazed that I passed those, but in retrospect they’ve taught me a lot (looking at you, robotics and advanced graph algorithms…). Man, the amount of time I spent on my friend’s couch pulling my hair and cursing my professors… But, still, everywhere I looked the same principles where used, even if only in small parts. It was still all logical. So yeah, eventually I knew I wanted to keep doing that, keep making beautiful software, in a way striving for perfection. And yeah, I know it’s not always possible, and I’m also so lazy, but the satisfaction when you found the freaking bug and your code runs and it works is just so amazing. I had to grin so hard a few days ago when I got the Javascript program to do what I wanted (I think I actually pumped my fist into the air) - it was so good.

So I’m sorry if this post doesn’t help you all that much, I generally have a lot of self-esteem, especially about being intelligent (enough), so please just send me another ask if you need more help. You can also message me or write to me off anon so I can reply privately if you’d like that. Just remember that being a girl/woman hasn’t stopped me or my friends from studying computer science and getting degrees and loving it all. If you want to do it, you can. If you fail, you try something else.

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