this book is not on my comps but what the hell

basketball player!jungkook

author’s note: this is part of a sports series with my girl @wangpuppo (: and a request from one of my cute anonies that i miss. also, the bit with meeting a cute boy in philosophy happened irl and inspired this so heh enjoy!

Originally posted by donewithjeon

  • meet jeon jungkook, power forward of seoul university and computer science major extraordinaire
  • you would think from the size of his thighs and his arms that he was a hockey player but he assures anyone that it’s really just a hobby for him and that basketball actually has his heart
  • his mom is actually the reason how he got acquainted with the sport bc a little before he was born, she was actually a college player with a semi-pro spot ready for her until she met his dad who was actually the waterboy
  • they shyly flirted with one another until some of her teammates locked them in a supply room closet together bc it was so unbearable for everyone else to deal with their feelings (lol) so by the time they were out of the closet they were together and happily so
  • however, come around their final year in college when things go kinda wrong and she ends up pregnant with baby jeon and of course they’re ecstatic but holy shit they haven’t even graduated yet and they’re gonna have a baby and well…. she didn’t go onto the semi-pro team and jeon’s dad did his best to work hard for them while she finished getting her degree WHILE nursing jungkook for 9 months
  • to say the least mama and papa jeon managed to get through the whole ordeal with degrees
  • by the time they graduated, baby jungkook was born and he became the light of their lives and despite their initial struggles they did their best to provide the family and make it as comfortable as they could for him because dammit they brought him into this world, they wanted to make him live well too
  • the comfort of their lives came the moment papa jeon scored a position as a nutritionist and mama jeon became a physical therapist so that’s how jungkook got acquainted with the world of fitness and finding interest in the way his parents could take care of people
  • however, the moment he fell in love with basketball was when he saw his mom’s basketball tapes. all the glorious videos of her scoring that winning shot and zooming around the court with such swiftness and agility he damn near got whiplash from trying to keep up
  • and from that moment on, he wanted to play too
  • of course, his parents were very ecstatic about that and enrolled him in a community team and he excelled so damn quickly
  • for the next nineteen years of his life, he played basketball and loved every damn second of it and along the way he found an interest in computers too. (let’s just say he read a few books that his high school computer teacher gave him and he was determined to take apart a computer and put it back together - he succeeded) and so that is why he has a full ride to SU with a basketball scholarship as a compsci major
  •  anywho, seeing jungkook on the court is honestly a sight because you would expect him to be stomping around, too slow for the muscle all over his body, but jfc no he is so goddamn quick and agile. he could be on one side of the court and somehow end up right in front of the opposing member to block for his teammate to make that shot
  • he’s a great team player really, not much for the glory and usually to himself, but on a handful of occasions he’ll surprise even his members with a half-court shot
  • he doesn’t care much for the glory of the winning shot, just the feeling that basketball gives him when he’s on the court, gaining callouses from the ball, and running around until he can’t seem to feel his calves and god the happiness on his parents’ face always gets to him
  • so yeah, that’s jungkook as a basketball player - a really sweet and hardworking boy who loves to make his parents happy and to make his teammates happy too
  • remember how i mentioned how he’s a compsci major?
  • well, you’re actually a compsci minor because you find computers really fascinating and cool and unfortunately quite a few others do too so it leaves you two at a disadvantage as first years compared to the upperclassmen so you’re both resorted to taking these random General Education (GE) classes i.e intro to philosophy
  • it’s hard not to notice jungkook that’s for sure, especially when he’s lugging around his sports bag and when he’s cute as all hell in your honest opinion
  • you once told this to your friends and they never let you down about it either. honestly they’d tell you when he’d walk in or try and get you to sit by him but the closest you’ve ever gotten was probably sitting one person away and that was on the final exam day
  • on a few occasions you two would actually inadvertently glance at one another during your discussion (dear god none of your friends let you live, best believe that) but you were always too shy to approach him and he was actually quite shy himself because let’s face it baby boy is a shy nugget who only knows basketball and comp sci and some philosophy (barely tho lol but it’s okay cuz you knew the bare minimum too)
  • anyway, that quarter you didn’t get to know him as you wished and both of you ended up regretting that because damn y’all thought each other was cute. for him it was especially seeing you laugh with your friends and for you it was that little perplexed expression on his face when the professor would mention soundness and the theories about the concepts and dshgjds yeah you really wished you had taken that chance to tell him he was cute on the last day like you initially planned but was too chicken to do
  • but guess what?
  • the next quarter you see him in your intro to computers class and somehow you two end up seated by one another and although there’s no seating chart, it just becomes a thing that this is that person’s seat the moment they sit there more than twice and so you both are seated not too far from one another
  • your hair is a slight mess and your eyes are puffy while you sip your coffee and he looks fairly content albeit sleepy with his hood drawn up and you both don’t even realize it’s each other until hour two of the lab goes by
  • you’re both starting to wake up and looking around at each other cuz people are shuffling around and some are moving closer toward one another and then it strikes you that the kid with slightly ruffled hair is very familiar and then it hits you and you’re just like “wow ok holy shit cute person from that philosophy class!!!!”
  • but this isn’t enough to get you two to start talking to each other
  • that self-established seating chart has already set in notion and so there’s no honest chance in getting to know him from that and so you kinda give up because you’re very sure he probably doesn’t remember you and dammit your TA is standing over your shoulder staring at your codes with narrowed eyes (rip you but he was just playin’ cuz he liked what you had)
  • this whole exchange isn’t to say you both never talk because on this chance encounter of finding out why he lugs that damn nike bag around all the time comes full circle
  • so you do work at the infirmary, usually filing papers and the like since it’s sort of the track for your major and on a particular day comes in jungkook!
  • he looks like he’s in a lot of pain clutching his shoulder and the nurse gets him to do the necessary papers and shovels him off to the doctor who tells him that he has a pretty bad fracture and he won’t be able to play for the rest of the season (at least that’s what they think)
  • reason: some asshole from one of the other teams hit him a little too hard after one too many unnecessary roughness calls and on this blow jungkook fell a little too hard and too awkward for it to just be another minor bruise and yeah :(
  • he’s pretty devastated about this and he has to go through a bunch of testing and whatnot and as an assistant you usually run around making copies until you have to hand off some paperwork for him to fill out
  • prior to this, you noticed how most of his appointments took up his time during the labs and the lectures so you nicely set a copy of your notes with his, adding in things you figured he might need to know from the lecture since he was unable to attend and the moment he receives the large stack his eyes grow wide
  • and you’re like “oh so i remember you from my comp sci class and i figured you might these notes… -oh and those are just basic info that the doctor wanted you to sign off on and the like”
  • he blinks at you, still pretty surprised at your kindness (and totally not freaking out that such a cute person is chatting from him aka the same one he’s wanted to talk to for a while) but he flashes you a small smile (and omg you love it so much) and thanks you
  • coincidentally most of your volunteer shifts are during his appointments and whatnot so you talk every now and then, usually about the notes and eventually about your majors
  • the doctors and the nurses think it’s absolutely adorable so sometimes they let you two chat a little longer than usual just for young love to bloom <3
  • this exchange goes on from some time until he finds the guts to ask for your number when you hand him the large stack of notes in this rushed blurting of words i.e. “soumiwaswonderingificould-maybe-getyournumber??”
  • you: “wait what”
  • he looks down, cheeks quite pink, “can i -um- get your number? since y’know we have comp sci together so it’d be easier to like study for exams and talk about it and stuff…. yeah….”
  • you grin and nod, scribbling it onto one of the notes and the two of you can’t deny the butterflies and erratically beating hearts y’all have going on
  • you both see each other during his check-ups but he’s healing quite quickly thanks to having such strong bones so he may not be out for the rest of the season like they thought thankfully and so when he’s fine and his check-ups are less and less
  • so along the way, you two end up talking day by day even sitting by one another in your comp lecture because you’re semi-friends now and it’s just nice to have someone you know in that class since none of your other friends were interested in comp sci like you so nowadays you’ll text one another about the class and how your days are and those little butterflies emerge whenever you wait for his text or receive a response and you’re just like “dsjghsdjgshdgs”
  • little do you know he’s honestly the same exact way and his roommates jimin and taehyung are always like “???? WHO DAT? :D” and jungkook’s like “lol gtfo bye”
  • anyway, one day you text him about the upcoming final bc you’ll be damned if you miss out on your chance to actually ask his kid out and studying together and he agrees but it’d have to be after his practice and you ask him about his shoulder and if he’ll be good to play at championships
  • and he’s like “oh yah!”
  • and you’re like “o: woah, can i come watch? i haven’t gone to a game and i wanna see you play. prolly treat ya out if you win”
  • and ok, at first he’s a lil’ shy but he says “ok sure, just say you’re with me at the door” and you do and jin (the RA)’s at the entrance like “O: WHAT MY FLOOR CHILD HAS A GIRLFRIEND, THAT PUNK KSJHFJS” but before he can say anything else one of jungkook’s buds urges you to sit by the front and you do until you see jungkook and he looks so nervous, glancing around until his eyes settle on you and he just flashes you a grin and wave which you return as well
  • the game is going by swimmingly and you can’t help but watch jungkook especially because even though he’s the power forward he’s also very conscious of his shoulder which you were extremely worried about until you feel like you can finally breathe when your school wins and you stand with the crowd cheering like crazy
  • out of everyone tho he actually approaches you first with a grin and you’re congratulating him and he feels so elated he really just wants to take you up in his arms and kiss you tbh but he has self control and mercy bc he’s sweating like crazy
  • ngl tho he looks crazy attractive in your opinion
  • anywayy, as you two are talking since you did tell him that you’d buy him food on his win, the rest of the team’s like “yooo kook! party at jackson’s!!!! you in??”
  • and although you’re disappointed you tell him you won’t mind if he goes but he turns to you and says with a grin “nah i got plans already” and jsdkghsjgh the team goes “oOOOOoooooOoooo” but y’all ignore them and he goes “i’ll be back ok? gonna get cleaned up and we can get food?”
  • so you’re content to wait by the locker room for him, grinning af bc holy shit the cute boy you really wanted to get to know last quarter is going to dinner with you!!!!!
  • meanwhile jungkook’s so nervous and stuff cuz he plans on confessing and stuff since it just seems right and his teammates clap him on the back like “yo you got this bro!!!!!!! goood luck tho jin definitely sent him some salty messages and warnings to be safe ahahaha
  • and ok so y’all go to dinner at this nice ramen shop and it’s really great! and you two are laughing your asses off about how this one time oneo f his roomates taehyung got stuck in between the washing machines because he was so certain he could fit and how they had to call the fire department to get the boy loose and yeah ahaha
  • and he’s just in awe with how damn beautiful you look when your laughing and he just blurts out “you have a really nice laugh” when you ask him why he’s staring and you’re like “o: oh thank you…. you do too”
  • and he says “i wanna hear you laugh more and be the reason why you do….” he lets out a deep sigh, appearing a lot more nervous than before, “i like you a lot. i think you’re incredibly cute and i love that you love compsci as much as i do and talking to you these past few weeks have made me happy and god i really wanted to kiss you after the game but i didn’t want to scare you and i feel like this is a lot less eloquent than in my head so i’m sorry”
  • and you’re just in awe because damn you really planned on confessing first but you can’t deny the smile spreading on your face and you tell him “kook, i like you too. and i’d really like it if you kissed me, by the way”
  • and he’s all wide eyed but he grins and after y’all eat and you’re strolling around the city with his arm draped over your shoulders, you guys stop at the top where it overlooks the city lights and on a particular moment when you both are still and quiet and glancing at one another you lean in and do it
  • and it leads to a shocked expression on his face but he lets go of your shoulders and puts his hands on either side of your face and kisses you again
  • and ahh it’s just so damn sweet and neither of you can stop grinning because damn it really worked out as you both hoped
  • dating jungkook entails a lot of visits to his practices after you’re done with volunteering where you’ll come by with ice packs and water and snacks and usually you’ll bring enough snacks for the others who absolutely adore you for that
  • you also have a tendency to fuss over him whenever he overexerts himself because he’s a very big overachiever in sports and academics and sometimes you gotta threaten to withdraw your kisses and affections just to get him to settle down honestly
  • his roommates were so happy to hear how things turned out for you two and they go out of their way to tease him whenever you’re around and dear god Jin
  • well when he found out you two got together, he saw y’all holding hands and he literally sat you both in the lounge, brought out some snacks and just chatted with you
  • to jungkook, this was horrendous but you loved chatting with jin because he’d lay out a bunch of things about kook like how he isn’t the cleanliest and you shouldn’t be surprised to find anything and everything under his bed and how there was one time when jungkook spent an hour googling how to work the washer and dryer were right by the bulletin board in the room and that’s when kook lost it and dragged you away
  • it was then decided that jin approved of you tho
  • bc after the season when everyone is still training after, jungkook’s shoulder was bothering him and he refused to admit that he might’ve overexerted it and you stormed over to the dorm and scolded him for not taking proper care of himself before running around just to grab some ice packs and just a mini kit of dealing with this brat and jin just knew that you’d take care of this kid so he leaves y’all be and even closes the door to the dorm tho you pay no attention as kook starts opening up to you
  • even on days when he feels his worst like he feels like everyone depends on him and he’s not sure if his abilities are good enough since his shoulder’s constantly bothering him and all you think to do is give him words of advice and kissing him to let him know that he isn’t alone
  • because although you count on him, you want to be there to support him and well…. jimin and taehyung aren’t in the room and with the ice pack on his shoulder, you climb atop the bed, sitting on his lap and kissing him with more and more fervor that he reciprocates
  • you convince him to let you take care of him and you do indeed~
  • the one day he actually loses a game (bc hey no ones perfect) and you’re there doing your best to comfort him he just tells you how much he loves you and is grateful for you being there
  • and holy shit this is the first he’s told you this, you tell him you love him too and god he looks significantly happier
  • on days when you’re at your worst, he tries his best to get your mind of it, taking you on walks to your favorite places and carrying you when you’re too tired
  • other days he’ll even forgo practice, finding the frog leaps on the stairs worth it, when he can pick you up after your volunteer shift just to surprise you with snacks and a semi-well made bento box and boba and it’s just so damn sweet ok
  • you and jungkook manage to complement one another in the best way possible and when you’re both overexerting yourselves you’re there for one another to tell each other to chill
  • to say the least, both of y’all have never been more grateful for a philosophy class even if you both suffered incessantly in that damn class
Word for Word (M)

Originally posted by jeonbase

“Less talking. More fucking. Yeah?”

Part 1 | Part 2

3.4k, smut, jungkook/reader, friends with benefits au (+ college + fuckboy)


Jeon Jungkook is a fuckboy through and through. If you look at all his social media photos, all you see are countless images of him sandwiched between two girls, his muscular arms wrapped around their shoulders. Two different girls in each picture, never the same. Most of the photos are dark, dimly lit party scenes with the flash in their eyes, but sometimes there are filter-saturated beach pictures in which Jungkook’s shirtless and hugging girls in bikinis.

(Quite frankly, at times you weren’t really sure who to be jealous of: Jungkook or the girls. Both looked really fucking good. But it’s not like you were really Instagram stalking him and actually cared about his pictures or anything. Totally not.)

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The Houses as Teachers I've Had
  • I'm sorry that this is the most steriotypical thing you'll ever read.
  • Ravenclaw: 1. My english lit professor, who always got really excited and would go off on tangents for discussions, leading us all to an existential crisis at least once a week. Likes to pretend he's scary and aggressive when really he's a small walnut who really likes books. Randomly cut me off in a conversation because he decided to teach me how to 'punch men'. Likes to write books where he is always a main character because 'it's easier than actually going outside myself and trying these things out'. Literally trips over everything. 2. Another professor who was literally the king of oversharing and then would say things that were hysterical but would offend people who weren't understanding their irony. When people's logic didn't make sense, he'd keep following it until he twisted it to a humorous outcome. Also gave us all existential crises. Lectured about the correct way to live your life and when I asked what it was he went "hell if I know, I'm only making it up as I go along and hoping that when I die, God doesn't saute me".
  • Slytherin: 1. My high school English teacher. Loved me, hated everyone else, failed people who were shitty in general, favoritism like no other, liked to make people debate things out but didn't have a personal point to prove. Let things slide if she liked you, very sarcastic. If you said something stupid, she would threaten to shove her stiletto heel in your eye socket. Said she only cried once in her life, and it was when she was in college and her Shakespearean Verse teacher had a thick Jamaican accent, and she never knew what was happening. 2. My Spanish teacher from Mexico who was literally so chill all the time, and only disliked like 2 people who were always antagonizing him (he failed them and passed everyone else). Would say and do everything really dramatically and said ZORRO at least once per class. Complained about the price of bananas. Gave up in the last month and just made us watch Jimmy Fallon videos every day because 'Jimmy Fallon is the man'.
  • Gryffindor: 1. Skateboarded into my freshman comp. course every day, forgot to wear pants under dresses that were see-through, would make us read vague philosophical essays that she then used to advance her own personal agendas. Rarely ever taught, mostly just went on tumblr while everyone looked around frantically. Tried to convince us to raise our children genderless by giving them a name like 'turnip' and never telling anyone their sex. 2. History-enthused teacher who used modern analogies to explain american history. Was the most petty man ever, it was perfect. When 'sporty' guys in the class would refuse to participate, he would pull out a small basketball and his wastebasket, and every time they got a question correct on the verbal review, he would let them shoot. Sweet guy in general, would walk people to the nurse, authoritative and honestly ugh I love him he is my son.
  • Hufflepuff: 1. Math teacher who ever Friday brought in some kind of baked good or candy, had little songs she'd dance around the classroom singing, chubby and sweet little woman, really liked Bon Jovi. 2. An advisor I met with once only because I wanted to drop a class that I was failing who sat me down for four hours. She started crying about 6 times, read me a whole bunch of motivational quotes, kept reading excerpts of the bible, and randomly having us pray together
Beyond Ideas of Wrongdoing and Rightdoing

Summary: Lance and Keith both teach a high school English class.Their ideas are rarely synced, which leads to arguments almost every class and a rarely dull day. Add in a crazy comp sci teacher named Pidge, a robotics advisor named Hunk, an eccentric French teacher named Coran, the youngest and strangest principal ever named Allura, and the guidance counselor named Shiro and you’ve got yourself the craziest high school ever. Will love blossom in between the madness?


“Are you seriously implying in front of these young minds that Catherine and Frederic were in love?” Keith exclaimed.

“Well, duh. They both give each other what they need.”

“Your ‘in love’ is my ‘abusive relationship’.”

“Keithypoo, if Catherine and Frederic aren’t in love, then we are.”

“She’s nothing more than a more socially acceptable prostitute for him.”

“Uh, Mr. Kogane, Mr. McClain.”

They both turned with sickeningly sweet smiles that screamed murder.

“Yes, Layla,” Lance replied calmly.

“Class is over.”

The two teachers glanced at each other then waved dismissively at the class.

“Finish the book for next class,” Keith called out to their backs.

When the last student filtered out, Lance turned back to Keith.

“This is so not over, Mullethead.”

“Well, I’m waiting for a compelling argument as to why these two terribly mentally sick people are somehow in a loving and healthy relationship.”

“They’re fixing each other. Catherine wasn’t the same after her fiancé got blown to fucking bits, but who the hell would be? She sees something in Frederic. And maybe at first he was just a stand-in for her fiancé, but I believe that it grew into something real.”

“What about Frederic?”

“He was looking for something to stay alive for. He found that in Catherine and isn’t that the hardest thing to do? Stay alive for someone? Die for someone? Easy. Living is so much harder and he does that for her. She is his religion and he is hers. They’re each other’s everything.”

“And that’s my hangup. They’re too dependent. At what point did they give up too much of themselves? A healthy relationship involves you staying true to yourself. You can’t be in a healthy relationship and completely give yourself up and that’s exactly what they’re doing.”

“But that’s where you’re wrong-”

Pidge stuck their head through the window and said, “Yo, nerds. You’ll miss your lunch if you don’t shut up about saying goodbye to your limbs.”

“A Farewell to Arms, Pidge dearest,” Lance sighed dramatically.

“Whatever. Get your asses out of there.”

They walked out the door at the same time, which prompted a fight to see who would get through the door first. It ended with Pidge stomping down on both of their feet and yanking Keith out first. Lance walked ahead with a pout and slouching shoulders.

“Do you really not know A Farewell to Arms?” Keith asked.

“I went to school, Keith. Of course, I know A Farewell to Arms. I just like seeing Lance’s face when I fuck up his precious book titles.”

“Understandable.”

“Still harboring that major hard-on for him?”

“Pidge! Keep it down.”

Lance turned around and stuck his tongue out at them before walking into the cafeteria.

“Listen, Keith. You gotta do something because your students are feeling the sexual tension.”

“I’m content with how things are. Just… let me do this on my own.”

“Whatever you say. I’m still here if you need someone to talk to.”

“I know, Pidge. You’re great.”

“Damn straight.”

Pidge then walked right up to the front of the line and no one dared grumble and risk facing their wrath. Keith went to the back of the line. He needed time to gather his thoughts anyway. His students were noticing his feelings for Lance? Figures everyone would know before Lance.

Keith glanced at Lance. He was at a lunch table with Hunk, Coran, and Shiro, but a bunch of students that Keith recognized were up there talking to him. Lance had always been popular with the students. He had this sort of charisma that they gravitated towards. He was also just a great teacher. Keith forces his eyes back to the lunch. He got roast chicken, turnip greens, and an orange. He went and sat next to Shiro at the teacher table. By that time, the students were gone.

“All I’m saying is that we didn’t birth these children of the corn, so we’re allowed to have favorites,” Lance said while jabbing a forkful of mashed potatoes at Shiro.

“Lance, I really don’t want to hear kids complaining about favoritism in your class.”

“Not my fault your job is to listen to whining.”

Shiro just sighed and turned to Keith.

“How do you teach a class with him?”

“He doesn’t. They just have sexual tension-fueled arguments over books,” Pidge piped up over her steaming hot mug if black coffee.

“Pidgeothy! What did I say about spouting utter nonsense?” Lance exclaimed.

“And what did I tell you about calling me Pidgeothy?” Pidge picked up her knife and jabbed it at Lance.

Lance clutched his heart and cried,“Oh, Pidge. You do wound me so.“

Shiro confiscated Pidge’s knife and asked to no one in particular, “How has no one complained to me about Pidge yet?”

“Simple. Fear,” Pidge answered.

theprodigalrobot  asked:

Can you talk a little bit about your experience at design school? and working as a designer? I know this is kind of vague, but like. What was your program like? How did you get your current job? What do you do day-to-day? I'm currently in college and I'm trying to decide whether to stay a biology major or switch to an art or design program. I know I'd be good at the art thing, and I might like it better than biology, but. I've been scared away from pursuing art for a long time. thanks :)

HI IM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME LIKE 900 YEARS TO ANSWER THIS I JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU A GOOD ANSWER

I’m gonna break this answer into design school and working full time as a designer, since they’re kind of very different things, especially given my specific design job.

DESIGN SCHOOL

It’s cool because it doesn’t feel like school
This experience may vary from program to program, but in my design program they didn’t treat us like students. It was like the teachers were the art directors at a design firm and we were their designers. Homework didn’t feel like homework. It felt like a job. I haven’t felt like a student since I graduated high school, and that’s really good preparation for the professional world.

You really need to fend for yourself
Another thing that may vary between programs. In my design school, we’d have VERY open-ended assignments. For example, I’d get the assignment “design an interactive iPad magazine” and they’d basically give us a 30 minute tutorial on Digital Publishing Suite and be like “OKAY NOW GO MAKE IT.” The thing about working with design software is that they’re really complicated and powerful so it’s hard to actually sit down and teach an entire class how to use them, so we had to teach ourselves a lot of this stuff. I’m almost entirely self-taught when it comes to Adobe programs, as are a lot of people from my program. That’s a really good thing, in my opinion. Again, it’s very good preparation for the professional world.

You will not sleep
Design school was VERY HARD PHYSICALLY for me, but the intensity of a person’s experience in design school depends entirely on the program they enroll in. I went to a design school that’s infamous for the difficulty of the program. Junior and senior year I would be pulling all-nighters EVERY WEEK OF THE SEMESTER, FROM THE FIRST WEEK OF THE SEMESTER. This is no exaggeration. For two straight years, I needed to think of my days as 48-hour periods, rather than 24-hour periods, because the volume of work was just that intense. I lost 30 lbs in undergrad and was always sick and anxious and was in therapy twice a week because it’s very intense, but also I am OBSESSED with graphic design and loved every minute even though I also thought I was dying the entire time!!

IT’S SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE TO BE A DESIGN STUDENT
Again, may vary depending on the program. But in my program we had to produce hand-made comps of all of our print work. Paper and printing is expensive as fuck, especially for ambitious one-off student stuff. A lot of us opted to buy our own large-format printers and keep them in our apartments to avoid paying out the nose for school printing. And if you don’t want to depend on school lab hours, you need a laptop (preferably a Mac), Adobe programs (I sprung for Creative Cloud), and, in my program, an iPad was an absolute requirement. It’s SO. EXPENSIVE. 

The difference between majoring in graphic design vs fine art
I originally went to art school for fine art before I discovered graphic design. I studied fine art in Rome. I love fine art. I just love graphic design A LOT MORE and that’s because the real purpose of graphic design is COMMUNICATION. Fine art is subjective, whereas graphic design is problem solving. It’s way more intellectually stimulating, in my opinion. Yes, there are always tons of different ways to solve a design problem, but there are also wrong answers to design problems. You don’t have the crutch of subjectivity to lean on with design. I LOVE THAT. 


WORKING AS A FULL-TIME DESIGNER

How I got my job
I actually got really lucky. There were two major factors in me getting my job: timing and the kind of designer my current company was looking for.

  • TIMING: I graduated undergrad in the “off semester,” meaning my last semester was the fall semester. (I needed to take an extra semester because I was really sick my junior year and needed to drop a core course.) This served me really well, because the job market wasn’t saturated with a bunch of other recent design grads. Way less competition.
  • THE KIND OF DESIGNER MY COMPANY WAS LOOKING FOR: I work for a marketing firm that had never employed an in-house designer before they hired me. They’d always contracted out. Hiring me was the start of a new business structure for them after 30 years of only employing writers. Because this was a new situation for everyone, they were comfortable hiring a young and inexperienced (and therefore cheap) designer. They were comfortable with the idea of the company and the designer growing together. That’s a seriously rare set-up. I really lucked out that they happened to be looking for that kind of setup.
  • Also, of course, I was persistent about getting my resume out there. From the September of my final semester (I graduated in December) on, I was sending out my resume to every single job opening I could find – so at least 5 a day. I’ve been an AIGA member for years, and I used the hell out of their job boards, and that’s how I found the listing for my current job.

What I do day-to-day
I’m the in-house designer at a marketing firm. This means that I do all of our in-house branding, I do some client work, and I also project manage/act as company liaison to outside design firms that we partner with for big projects. (I love that part of my job because I’ve gotten to see the workflows and processes of so many other incredible designers all while working this one job!)

It’s pretty cool because I’m the only designer there – I’m the entire design department. As a result, I kind of need to figure out how to do a little bit of everything, often on the fly! It keeps me on my toes and I love that!

I’m just gonna list off a bunch of things I’ve done, since there isn’t a day-to-day schedule:

  • Designing in-house marketing materials for the firm. (A lot of what we do is sending proposals/reports to clients, because a lot of what we do is communications strategy. So it’s TONS of pages of text. I need to make all of that shit look interesting/readable so that clients actually take us seriously.) We also sponsor marketing industry conferences and stuff like that to promote ourselves, so I sometimes get to do large-scale signage for our firm, which is kind of an interesting departure.
  • Print publications for clients (I’ve done viewbooks, briefing papers, brochures, stuff like that)
  • Ads for clients (I just recently did an ad campaign for a client that involved digital ads on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram and large-scale transit ads, and a Snapchat geofilter for an event the client was doing. That was SUPER FUN.)
  • Branding (I’ve done logos for capital campaigns for clients and even got to rebrand a client earlier this year, which is SUPER FUN and where a lot of the true creative/conceptual work comes in!)
  • Interactive iPad donor invitations for big name donors to raise funds for a certain new museum in DC that has been making noise at lately. (Obama spoke at the opening!!)
  • I often need to pinch-hit for our outside design firm partners, meaning sometimes they won’t have the time to do a part of a campaign of materials themselves, so I kind of parachute in and do the work. I LOVE doing this stuff because it means I need to mimic the styles of designers that I really admire.
    • For example, we’re doing a huge campaign for a private boarding school that involves both advertisements and admissions materials. The principal firm (art directed by a former professor of mine and one of my favorite designers!) doesn’t have time to handle the ads, so I do those using a design system that they came up with. Same for some of the minor admissions materials, like a student handbook. The principal firm came up with the color scheme and the type system and the general grid, and I did the book. It’s super fun to do, actually.
    • THE COOLEST PINCH HITTER JOB I EVER HAD TO DO: We recently partnered with another of my favorite design firms to do a viewbook for a certain well-known college that used to be women-only. We wanted the final spread to include a hand-drawn chalk mural. The partner design firm didn’t have the capabilities in-house to do the mural, and my firm didn’t want to pay an outside chalk artist to do it. So they had me design and execute the chalk mural. I’d never done that kind of project, but figured it out and now my chalk mural has a full spread in this beautiful viewbook designed by one of my favorite designers!!
  • One of my coworkers and I are working on a small promotional piece as a gift to a client to promote our motion graphics capabilities. Basically we’re gonna make a simple animated holiday card for them to send out to big name donors. (It’s just gonna be a gif embedded in an email but it’ll be beautiful!) 
  • I actually have a lot of down time at my job. Sometimes we just have slow weeks, because that’s how the work schedules are falling. (Sometimes all of my drafts will be in the clients’ hands waiting for comments so I’ll have nothing to do.) During that down time, I’m always teaching myself new skills using courses on lynda.com. I’m currently working on becoming a WordPress developer, and I’m also working on figuring out a strategy to do dynamic iPad design now that Adobe phased out DPS as part of the CC suite, since that’s currently the only way I know how to do iPad design!

TL;DR: Graphic design is a great industry that is growing rapidly right now. You can definitely make money in design. You can definitely find a job in design. That being said, IF YOU WANT TO GET INTO GRAPHIC DESIGN, IT REALLY HELPS TO BE OBSESSED. You just really need to be willing to not sleep for a few years during school, and you need to be a self-starter as a designer because you will never learn all of the necessary skills in school. I’m teaching myself new skills every day at work, and that just comes with the territory of the profession.

Her Heart Did Whisper

gift for @prongsno

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I hope you had a wonderful time, and I hope you enjoy the gift. (Summary: Lily really really really really hates James Potter. It’s too bad she ends up on holiday with him).

Rating: K+/T

Word Count: 8715

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All Lily wants is a moment of bloody peace. It’s been a day– she spilt a (thankfully cooling) cup of tea down the front of her blouse during breakfast, she walked in on Petunia and Vernon doing something as horrifying as it was unspeakable, she got stuck next to a drunk bloke on the Tube who wanted to break down the results of the Manchester United game in loud and excruciating detail for three stops, she accidentally deleted her carefully curated four-year-old aesthetic blog on Tumblr (they really needed to something about that blasted button), she had hit what felt like a bleak and insurmountable bout of writer’s block on her dissertation, and Mary just texted to say she was running half an hour late….so just, please, peace. It doesn’t seem like a tall order, but it must be because the universe has decided to throw a roadblock at her in the slick-haired pale-faced shape of her former best friend. She sees him at the same time he spots her, making hiding futile, though that doesn’t stop her from trying to slink as low in the leather seat as she possibly can, hoping vainly that her laptop obscures her from view.

It doesn’t work because, well, of course it doesn’t. She’s just considering chucking her peppermint hot chocolate into her face so that she gets unrecognisably burned when she hears a soft: “Is this seat taken?”

“What do you want, Sev?”

To his credit, Severus looks like he’s going to try play it casual for all of three seconds before his thin lips curl petulantly. “I want to talk to you, Lils, we never see each other anymore!”

“You can see me now, can’t you?”

“Lils–”

She glowers, cutting him off. “We don’t see each other because I don’t want us to Sev! I’m trying to avoid you.”

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Well, You Know What They Say About Desperate Times... [Chapter Three]

It was a good thing he didn’t take Mo’s incessant insubordination seriously.

“One of my traffickers from Hong Kong says you spat at him.”

“In the mouth.”

The fiery shade from his hair matched the tone of his skin. He was real burn up.*

Was this kid not even going to try to deny it? Or grovel? Say it was his mistake and he’d never do it again?

They both were in HeTian’s office building next to the speakeasy.
HeTian sat with his hands folded on top of the desk which separated them, and Mo GuanShan stood in the middle of the room without a chair. People didn’t sit in his office: they reported, and they got out. The days when he actually needed a chair were the days it came paired with a knife, as well as someone being restrained in it. His boys had suggested if he needed it when he called for Mo GuanShan to be brought to his office, but he just renovated this flooring so he’d hate to stain it so soon.

The kid whose back was straight as can be and arms unmoving by his sides suggested that the training Meng and the others gave the little booger* went successful, if it weren’t for his brazen glaring eyes.
They were in his direction, but not necessarily at him; more like he was staring down a recent memory.

HeTian sighed.

The kid was beginning to become more trouble than he was worth.

The one he had started a fight with was a handsome white male who was useful in transporting opium from the mainland to California and New York. People just didn’t question entitled blonde haired, blue-eyed white males. They could be strapped so much they’d have to walk with a cane, and authorities wouldn’t give much of a damn.


“Luckily for you, that one had been accused of skimming my uncle’s Triad in California. From the top then, Mo GuanShan. And don’t leave out any details…”


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____ , I love _____.”

Mo looked up from drying a glass at the English man before him. He may not understand the language itself, but their accents and way of dress was distinct enough.

___ ___ ____ __ pretty.

What? 漂亮*?Was he talking about their canary*? He glanced to the jazz singer on stage in front of the pianist; a unique Chinese-African duo unlike any jazz bar or restaurant had in the entire city. Probably the country. It was ironic, the race known for classical playing, sing jazz with all the bravado of a goddess, and a Black pianist killin’ the keys but in a tux meant for a concerto.

He looked back to the white man in front of him, but his eyes were solely set on the one in front of him. On Mo.


“Can I offer you a drink, sir?”

You can offer me ____ __ your ____…

Shit.

What is this asshole saying?!

He tried to keep a straight face. He was given a crash course in English, but most of the time the customers were either Chinese or just spoke the name of the drink they wanted and whether they wanted added rocks or not. Some would ask about their “special”, for which he was trained to get one of the Triad if they ever said those words, and then they’d lead them upstairs. He was pretty sure they were the buyers or distributors of their opium stock.


“I am…sorry. My English -”

‘Not verry good’?” the man said in an accent that wasn’t his own, and chuckled as if he made a funny joke.


His teeth gritted, “Is not very good. Sir.”


The blonde across slightly widened his eyes, “Oh, ho! ____ __ you! Your English is ______ ____ ____!“

“Thank you,” Mo guessed.
Best to get on with this so he can finish cleaning before the act ended on stage. It was usually when the customers flooded the bar, and this guy wasn’t talking nearly loud enough for his limited English to be of any use.


Hey, Mister Bartender… Why ____ you and I ____?


“Pardon me?”

You know, “getaway”, like “leave”?

Ugh.
“I have work, sir.”

Mo silently hoped this guy would take the hint. He didn’t.

____ __ ____ quick. ____ you and me in the back. I’ll ____ __ ____ your _____? How ____ fifty dollars _____?


Huh? Fifty dollars? Is this guy…what’s the word HeTian used?…'Propositioning’ me? Does he think I’m a prostitute?!

___! Stop _______ __ this chink! He doesn’t understand English!” Another white man stepped in, someone he recognized had been lead to talk shop upstairs, and spoke more to the asshole in front of him, but he stopped trying to get it.


Instead, Mo GuanShan switched into Chinese.
“You tryin’ to give me a fifty like it ain’t chump change, but you should know you British shitstains, you and your shit King wouldn’t be able to afford this Asian ass.”


That stopped the white men in their tracks, confusion etched all over their faces, but a cocky grin crossed over his own.
“Wha~t? You boys don’t understand Chinese? I guess I’m not the only one who can look stupid, ah? Here you are, in your fancy coats, with your fancy gloves, and your fancy shoes… Too stupid to know the language of the establishment you’ve walked your money into.”

The men before him suddenly grew angry. Did they understand him?
No… They just hated to hear and not understand a language that wasn’t English.

One of them grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him forward, but before he could give a threat he wouldn’t even understand anyway, he waited for the parting of his lips…and made sure what he spat aimed right between them.

The man gagged and his companion looked on in horror, but all Mo could do was laugh.


Gentlemen! You look ____! _____ me __ ____slate.

He looked to his right.

Of course it had to be fuckin’ HeTian walking up to the bar, giving a rapidly spun slew of words in perfect English he couldn’t hope to under- wait, did he say the word ‘translate’ earlier?? No -

Within moments, pairs of angry blue eyes set on him.

Well, looks like they understood what he’d said now…

But before the situation could escalate and they all started boffing* each other, Kwon, one of the brunos* standing at the door of the joint, took both the men by their shoulders.


“I think it’s time for you both to leave,” HeTian said in Chinese before switching back to English… But he couldn’t understand a lick of it.

Kwon navigated them to the door as HeTian walked ahead with the occasional twirl of his cane.

“GuanShan, did you understand what HeTian-Xiānsheng said?” It was Au Chi-Kung, bent over from trying to contain his laughter. Mo forgot he had gone to the back room to check on their stock on ice. They were similar in age, Chi-Kung being just a couple years older, so he was closer to him than other Triad members.

“What’d he say?”

The act ended, the patrons applauded the ones on stage, and he had to get closer and have the other boy whisper in his ear:

“He said, ‘Everything in this club is mine. You either buy the merchandise I tell you to buy, or you get the fuck out.’”


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“What’d ya mean by that? What Chi- I mean, what Au said?”*


Was he…a slave? That he was “merchandise” that could be sold to a white man? If HeTian wanted it? It had bothered him since.


A tense silence proliferated between them and enveloped the office.

HeTian still had his hands folded together, and looked over Mo, but besides that, remained unmoving as if he hadn’t heard what Mo had said.


He didn’t seem he would ever say anything.

But Mo stubbornly didn’t seem like he would be leaving anytime soon.


Are you mine?”

“Ah?”

“Are you?”

Hell no.

There’s your answer.



…..Well what did that mean!?

Mo’s mind sputtered, somewhere between confusion and irritation by the way HeTian unsatisfyingly answers anything. What did he mean? Did Mo have a choice in anything? Just saying he wasn’t gonna do something couldn’t have been enough, right??

Not sure where to go from there and still struggling for words, HeTian stood up from the desk and spoke before Mo could.

“You’ll be needing more English lessons, I can tell you that. You seem to be able to handle yourself with just your words as long as you can speak the same language,” HeTian briefly opened desk drawers just to close them, “Now, where did I leave that book?”


He bent down to get a look in a bottom drawer, but Mo still overheard the low mutterings to himself. “What kind of mook spits in someone’s mouth…?”


Under his own breath, Mo grumbled back, “The same kinda mook who hires a person who spits in people’s mouths.”


HeTian’s head lifted behind the desk, and Mo saw the slow pull of his lips into a genuine smile.

He couldn’t help but reciprocate.

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*burn up - seething, really angry
*booger - brat
*漂亮 piàoliang (peeyow leeyang) = pretty. It’s a pretty well known English word and one of the first rods you learn in Chinese, so I figured the same was opposite.
*canary - a singer
*boffing - to hit someone
*brunos - hired gunmen or other tough guys
*It’s a more reserved time and I figured that people usually referred to others by their last name, and it was impolite to the refer to someone by their first name if they’re your superior.
*mook - a stupid or incompetent person

I’m encountering a problem here that I hope… I’ve reasoned out so no one who’s native Chinese can point out discrepancies. HeTian, Mo, and Meng, are Mandarin names, while Triads mainly originated in Hong Kong. I justify this because different triads are based in different areas, and can contain Mandarin factions in Mainland China and actually kinda needed them for the opium transportations. I believe Mosspaca is based in a mandarin speaking city, so I kept the names the way they were, but will add more Cantonese names as we go on. The PROBLEM lies with whether it would have been better to have made them from the Tong, which is more Mainland China based, instead of Triad, but I think the Triad is more well known. So if HeTian was a successful Chinese gangbanger in NYC, it’d make more sense of him being Triad. But I need to figure out if the Tong and Triad are mutuals or rivals…

Trouble

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request “ how about one where you’re a hunter who’s worked with the brothers for years and you encounter Gabriel (let’s just forget he died for the purpose of this fic) and he’s just in shock by how beautiful your soul is or something and he’s just drawn to you and fumbles over his words and is no longer his cocky self, just like loads of fluff?? Thanks if you do write it, I love your work so much!!”

Words: 582

Warnings: None unless Gabriel not acting like himself counts

A/N I loveeeeddd writing this one <3 Might write a second part with the date, what do you guys think?

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ICE

CHAPTER 1

A Bellarke High School AU where Clarke is a figure skater and Bellamy is a hockey player and they are both fighting to use the rink. 
CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5 CHAPTER 6

Bellamy Blake charged out of the locker room followed by a horde of boys clad in pads and practice jerseys, all toddling on flat ground in their skates. He stepped into the arena and took a deep breath, relishing the smell of cold air and fresh ice. His smile faltered as he reached the rink.

“Hey!” he shouted. “Time to cool down and get off the ice, it’s past 3:30, you’re cutting into our time!”

A small blonde girl landed a double axel and turned to face him.

“Don’t think so,” she said evenly and skated towards him. “We’re just starting, I booked the ice for a two hour block starting at 3:30.”

“And who the hell are you?”

“Clarke Griffin,” she answered. “Captain of the skate-team.” Her eyes dropped to the C on his jersey. “And let me guess, you’d be Bellamy Blake, captain of the hockey team?”

“Does this look like a curling broom to you?” he held up his stick.

“Not particularly,” she commented drily. “Just trying to get the formalities out of the way but I guess I should have known better than to try.”

“Right,” Bellamy gritted his teeth. “Well let me formally tell you to get off the ice.”

Clarke looked from him to the figure skaters behind her.

“You know what, I think we’ll stay.”

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I blame @interncastiel for this one, since she’s 50% responsible. 

1920′s Prohibition Era Destiel AU where Castiel and Gabriel work nights dancing at some skeezy Burlesque/Speakeasy. 

Dean and Sam always sit at the back admiring the dancers as they sip their gin, neither of them have the change to actually book a private dance with anyone. However, Dean can’t take his eyes off of Castiel though, and Cas definitely notices the attention. He practically begs Meg on hands and knees to comp Dean a dance, even volunteering his own wages to cover it (Gabriel gets in on it too, saying he’d like to take the tall drink of water for a test run as well)

Dean could dies happy after his private dance with the blue-eyed angel, all decked out in Chantilly lace and satin. There’s a strict “no touching” policy at the club, but Dean is able to take brief hold of the soft fabric, sliding it between his fingers as he dances in front of Dean. 

When he leaves the club, Dean is practically walking on air, dragging along a disheveled looking Sam (because Gabriel gives zero fucks about the “no touching” rule)

During the day, Castiel and Gabriel run a small cafe in the neighborhood under the protection of the Crime Boss Fergus Crowley. Crowley demands protection fees from all local businesses in the area, which are steep and non-optional (part of the reason the boys have to take the night dancing job in the first place). 

Castiel doesn’t like Crowley and his presence gives him a cold feeling along his skin. Thankfully, Gabriel handles him the majority of the time and Castiel can fade into the background. One morning, though, Crowley stops into the cafe for a coffee, accompanied by his new enforcer. 

It only takes Castiel a second to recognize the man, even outside of the smoky, dark surroundings of the club: It’s Dean, the guy he gave the special dance to. He seems so different in the harsh light of day: reticent, serious, stoic. Castiel worries that he might say something or make a pass at Castiel, but he doesn’t seem to recognize him (most likely due to his glasses and the tweed cap covering his mop of hair.

That evening, Castiel spots Dean at the back of the club again. He’s not able to give him another free dance, but on his breaks he sits down and they start to talk. Castiel can’t believe that this warm, funny guy is the Muscle for Crowley’s operation. Crowley? Nicknamed by his constituents “The King of Hell”? How on Earth did Dean get involved with him. 

Dean finds himself torn; he has real affection for the Dark haired dancer at the club, but he finds himself fostering something of a crush on the shy kid at the cafe Crowley likes to stop at. He almost feels like he’s being unfaithful to his angel, in spite of the fact he knows that their relationship is more of a business transaction than anything else.

He has bigger things to worry about right now, thought, like moving up in Crowley’s organization. He finds it somewhat funny that his younger brother is studying to be a lawyer, but the money funding his education is all collected through criminal means. If Sam knew what he was doing, he’d never speak to Dean again.

Crowley seems to like him, at least, and Dean sees nothing wrong with garnering favor by recommending the club (”It’s a real good place, sir. Meg’s good people and she has some extra good talent, if you catch my drift.”)

Dean wants to pat himself on the back for the move until Crowley comes waltzing into the office the next morning, waxing poetic about the sweet dark-haired boy who was sat on his lap all night. Dean is mid-pour of Crowley’s morning Scotch, accidentally crushing the crystal tumbler in his hand when he hears this. He mumbles something about “how clumsy” before dashing front he room to wrap his bleeding hand. He carries his jealousy with him through the workday, his sour mood only darkening when he has to carry out his duties and collect on Crowley’s debts, one way or another.

Castiel can’t focus as he opens the cafe. His skin still crawls from Crowley’s constant pawing all over him. He must’ve paid dearly for the privledge, because the enforced “no touching” rule was thrown completely out the window. To be fair, Crowley had tipped him more for the night than he usually makes in a week. The money would be useful, but Castiel can’t be sure it was worth it. 

The sound shouting of trashcans crashing in the neighboring alley pulls Castiel from his reverie. He runs outside, but stops short, the bottom falling out of his stomach at the sight of the scene in front of him.

Dean is like a wild animal, brutally beating a man within an inch of his life, no doubt on orders from Crowley. The man pleads for mercy as blood pours from his face and mouth. Castiel would’ve not believed Dean, so sweet and gentle when they talked, was this monster had he not seen it with his own eyes. 

“Dean?” the words slips from his mouth quietly, unintended. Dean stops and looks up at Castiel, his eyes crazed. 

Realization dawns on Dean in that moment and he finally makes the connection that his sweet angel and the Cas, shy guy in the glasses at the cafe, are the same person

“What…?” he gasps out, dropping the his victim’s onto the brick below. “You…” Cas doesn’t give him time to finish before he turns and bolts back into the cafe in fear. 

(Tag, you’re it @interncastiel)

Starling: Chapter Six

One of Roy’s many subjects of worry, which had been compartmentalized with the advent of Elliott Blue, came back with a vengeance right on the heels of the whole public speaking debacle. With the year drawing to a close, upperclassmen were beginning to buzz about their end-of-semester rite of passage. 

At Astris, it wasn’t the dance. People didn’t care about the dance, not like they did this. As soon as it came up in class, everybody bit off their side conversations right away to stare at Coach Filipova.

“Yeah, I thought so. This’ll cure your cabin fever,” she joked, queueing up a vid.

A Walk in the Park, it said, set to a horrible jingle: EVA Safety is Easy and Fun.

Their rapt eyes only glazed over slightly in the face of an old-timey cartoon astronaut with a shrieky voice: “SPACE. Just look at it, would you? Imagine being out there without the walls of a ship or the weight of a centrifuge to hold you back. Can you think of anything more incredible?” He gazed, literally starry-eyed, at an old photo of Andromeda or somewhere, then whipped out a ruler and brandished it sharply. “But before we do any extra-vehicular activity, we have to learn how to do it safely! So I have some phrases for all you space explorers to remember: S.E.A.L., C.L.I.P., and R.E.S.P.I.R.A.T.E.” He paused to let out a grating sort of giggle. “Let’s start with the first one. S stands for Siiiize! You’ll want to make sure you’re equipped with a suit that fits you!”

Roy lost the thread of the vid right away, but it wasn’t like Astris wasn’t going to have the suits perfectly tailored. He had to focus on his worrying for a minute.

Roy had inherited an athlete’s body, and sure, he was great at lifting heavy objects in specific ways, but the idea of doing a spacewalk made his organs constrict. As had become his habit, he glanced over to see how their exchange student was reacting to this latest human strangeness, and saw that Elliott was also looking distinctly green around the gills. Not that he had gills. Necessarily. He was just stiller than usual. Eyes narrower.

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Clash of the Titans

Resbang is eh right now, and you all encouraged me yesterday, so this happened. College AU with ToraDora! premise.

The door of the coffee shop was emblazoned with a familiar green trim, but instead of the trademark mermaid that dotted every city corner in New York City, the circular logo slapped on every wall, doorway, and coffee cup featured a cartoonish skull. The most incriminating evidence of plagiarism was the coffee shop’s name–Deathbucks.

 

“How the hell hasn’t this place been sued yet?” Soul wondered aloud. He fingered the shoulder strap of his bag, gathering his courage. The overwhelming whirlwind of sophomore year had only just begun, and already Soul felt the weight of his classes hang heavily on his psyche. This school year wasn’t going to be easy, but he had a feeling things were turning around.

 

Soul pushed open the door of the coffee shop, resolute. This year things were going to go differently. This was the year everything was going to turn around. No more rumors that he was a demon some drunk freshman summoned with a spell off the internet. No more whispers that Soul was secretly a mass arsonist, a cult leader, a serial killer, or a death eater. No, this was his year to shine, his year to show everyone that red eyes and sharp teeth didn’t mark him as the spawn of Satan. He just had to get over his shyness and take the first step.

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