Humans were created to be different.
Yet we have all become so alike.
We wish to be noticed.
We wish to belong, to conform–God forbid we be labelled as ‘different’.
We would not post pictures of ourselves on social media if not for the audience waiting for us to perform.
We would not voice our troubles if not for those who console us and offer us pity.
We would not dress up in clothes we can hardly afford if not for the society that expects no less from us.
We would not wear makeup if not for those who make it their job to point out our insecurities.
But there are some humans, however, who crave no attention at all.
They do not post pictures of themselves, for they receive no pleasure from the number of ‘likes’ that defines the worth of so many.
They do not voice their troubles, for they are a private people, who are clever enough to keep their business to themselves.
They do not wear expensive clothing for the mere satisfaction of conformity; they wear clothes to express themselves.
And they do not wear makeup with the sole purpose of hiding their flaws, for the ‘different’ human knows that flaws are what makes them human.
In a society trying so hard to fit in, so few are willing to stand out
Deadpool Comic Appearance Details #251

Deadpool #19
Written by Daniel Way; Art by Carlo Barberi and Juan Vlasco and Sandu Floreala

Peter Parker is asked by some tourists to take a snapshot of them, but before he can do so, Deadpool takes the camera out of his hand and snaps a shot instead, telling the family to say “Deadpool is the greatest of all time!” to their confusion.

Deadpool is in casual clothes with a ball cap and hoodie, but he is wearing a red hoodie pulled up. Based on the short sleeves from the family and Peter, it’s a bit warm for the hoodie he’s wearing. So while he is in civilian garb , he still covers himself a great deal.

Also if you look carefully, he is totally wearing his bondage collar.

[Deadpool to Peter Parker]: An’ hey, Skippy? Don’t quit your day job.

[White]: Okay, so… We’re here. What’s next?
[Deadpool]: Find Spider-Man.
[Yellow]: Any idea HOW?
[Deadpool]: Get his attention. Get him to come to ME, somehow. Hey! Hot dogs!

Peter watches Deadpool from the window of the Daily Bugle. Despite never really seeing Deadpool out of costume before, he picked up quickly that it was him. He’s worried about Deadpool being in New York.

Later that night, while out on patrol, Spider-Man stops at a deli he frequents and discovers the owner, Mr. Cheng has been murdered.

(just showing off Spider-Man’s super strength)

Peter learns that Mr. Cheng had a back side of his business, and that he was killed by a pro. He puts two and two together and comes up with…

Deadpool is hanging out on a rooftop regretting some life choices, namely, having eaten 40 pushcart hot dogs.

[Deadpool]: Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.
[Spider-Man]: You couldn’t help yourself? You’re sicker than I thought.

Deadpool is ecstatic to see Spider-Man.

[Deadpool]: SPIDEY! What up, Baby Boy? Haven’t seen you since Amazing Spider-Man #611!
[Deadpool]: Outta curiosity, how sick did you think I was?

Spider-Man responds by pounding on Deadpool.

[Deadpool]: Holy #$%& you’re fast!

Deadpool either jumps off the roof or is knocked off. Spider-Man lands beside him and berates Deadpool for how big a family Mr. Cheng had. Deadpool is confused and starting to feel very nauseous. Spider-Man punches Deadpool hard across the face again.  He grabs Deadpool by the collar of his top, lifts him up, and demands to know why he killed Mr. Cheng.

[Yellow]: Did we kill somebody tonight?
[White]: Dunno… MAYBE? Brain’s kinda SWOLLEN right now, can’t think straight…
[Yellow]: Waitaminute… Why are we even HERE?!
[Deadpool]: Wanted to… get Spider-Man’s attention.
[Spider-Man]: Well. You GOT his attention.

Spider-Man winds up for another punch.

[Deadpool grins sickly]
[Deadpool]: Heh… Awsh’m…. shock it to me… prob'ly wanna avoid the left eye, though.. it’s ozzin’ something…

Spider-Man is kinda disgusted with everything. (Whether he’s disgusted by Deadpool’s oozing eye, gassy stomach, or his hard beat-down on a man he’s realizing hasn’t been fighting back, or all of the above, he doesn’t say) He drops Deadpool who lets out a huge, stinky fart and then passes out.

When he comes to, Spider-Man has him bound up in a huge cocoon of webs in an alleyway.

[Spider-Man]: Why didn’t you fight back?
[Deadpool]: Ooooh, my head… DUDE. Get off the ceiling–You’re freakin’ me out.
[Spider-Man]: I’m not ON the ceiling. The cops’ll be here soon, but before they show up, I wanna know why you didn’t fight back.
[Deadpool]: ‘Cause I wanted to check out your moves.
[Spider-Man]: My “moves”?
[Deadpool]: Yeah. So I can… be more like you. Y'know, do what you do.
[Spider-Man]: Yeah, right. But F.Y.I.? What I don’t do is kill innocent shopkeepers.

Now that his head is cleared, Deadpool explains that he didn’t kill Mr. Cheng. Spider-Man doubts him.

[Spider-Man]: Whatever. Save it for the cops.

But Deadpool thinks he can alibi himself out of suspicion… About the time of the murder, Deadpool had been at Front Line newspaper, trying to take out an ad to be run on the front page.

[Deadpool’s ad]: Hey Spidey! Hollatcha boy!
[Editor]: I told him to get the hell outta here. Just another nut-job wanting to meet Spider-Man…

Spider-Man realizes Deadpool wasn’t the killer.

[Deadpool]: Don’t worry, man… You can apologize AFTER you get me outta this. I’ll wait.

Spider-Man does let him loose.

[Deadpool]: Seems to me that we both have something the other wants.
[Spider-Man]: Seems to me that you’re INSANE. And also, WRONG. Leave New York. Tonight.
[Deadpool]: Was it a pro hit?
[Spider-Man pauses before he swings away]
[Deadpool]: I’ll take that as a YES. Let me take a look at it. Odds are, I’ll be able to fill in some blanks for you. All I ask is that you let me tag along when you go after 'em.

[Deadpool:  holding out his hand for a handshake]: Deal?
[A beat]
[Spider-Man]: No killing.
[Deadpool]: Deal!
[Yellow]: Wha-HUH?
[White]: We’re LYING, right?
[Deadpool]: YES! Dude, this is gonna be AWESOME!

[Deadpool, piggy-backing on Spider-Man]: Spider-Man and Deadpool, teamin’ up to serve white-hot justice! We should celebrate! You like hot dogs!

Spider-Man brings Deadpool to the crime scene. Deadpool is amazed at what he sees.

[Deadpool]: Yowza. These angles are BONKERS, Man! If I didn’t know better I’d say you did this!
[Spider-Man]: What? WHY?
[Deadpool]: Because whoever did this was jumpin’ around like a –

Deadpool stops as he realizes who the killer was.

[Deadpool]: You’re not gonna BELIEVE who did this.
[Spider-Man]: Try me.
[Deadpool]: No– Seriously. You’re really not gonna believe it. His name is Hit-Monkey.

[Deadpool]: He’s a HITMAN. Who’s a MONKEY.
[A beat]
[Deadpool]: You don’t believe me.
[Spider-Man]: No. Of course not.

Deadpool explains that Hit-Monkey targets other assassins.

[Spider-Man]: Can’t believe I’m asking this… How do we find Hit-Monkey?
[Deadpool]: We don’t. We can’t. Best we can do is find who he’s AFTER, then hit HIM before he hits THEM.
[Spider-Man]: Then that’s the plan– Except for the killing part.
[Deadpool]: I never said “kill”…
[Spider-Man]: Yeah, but you meant it.
[Deadpool]: I did…?
[White]: Yeah.
[Yellow]: We totally did.
[Deadpool, shaking Spider-Man’s hand]: Okay, partner– Deal.
[White]: Still lying, right?
[Deadpool]: Absolutely.

Deadpool ponders Hit-Monkey’s next target, since he never comes to an area for a single hit. Spider-Man points out the obvious: The next target is Deadpool!

rumleech  asked:

Wil, has someone told you you have to grow up? I notice that in the new series of Tabletop you're not wearing any of your groovy, geeky t-shirts and apart from the sporty blue number you wear in Hare & Tortoise/Verona they're all full buttons and collar jobs. This is clearly an imposition on you. Next time anyone insists that you have to conform to a dress code on YOUR show tell them that your audience gives you permission to wear what you want. This is more binding than a letter from your mum.

Well, the thing is … I kind of chose to wear nicer clothes, because I felt very comfortable in them. I still wear geeky T-shirts, but I like to pretend that I look like a grown up from time to time. Thank you for your concern.

“Do a barrel roll, you cybernetic monstrosity!”

5 Disturbing Details You Didn’t Notice in Famous Video Games

#5. All Star Fox Pilots Have to Amputate Their Legs

There’s a darker element to this franchise, and it’s hidden in the character design. Notice Fox McCloud’s legs? Or, to be more exact, his lack of them? Yeah, it looks like Fox and friends all have metallic legs. It seems like a random detail they added to make the characters look cooler, but there’s a disturbing explanation for it. In real life, fighter jet pilots and astronauts have to wear a G-suit – tight clothing that prevents gravity from making blood rush into their legs. Without a G-suit, they’d just pass out, and studies have found that pilots are at least twice as bad at their jobs while unconscious.

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FTM and MTF seeking clothes

Hey there,

I’ve got a crazy situation.

I’m an FTM just got out of an abusive household and lost all of my clothes except two shirts, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of black slacks. I also have one pair of shoes. I am an ftm sized S-M with a waist size of 30, 32, or 34 and my leg length is around 32 or 34. My shoe size is Men’s 8 1\2. I wear a L in binders but my breast size is a 36D, so it’s really hard to find binders that work. I am desperately seeking clothes as all my job money is going towards food and my little sisters health bills.


My girlfriend. She’s MTF and I’m in love with that girl. However, her family doesn’t have much money and with me so broke, I can’t afford to get her anything. She really likes oversized jackets and sweaters, so she’ll wear anything from a M-XL, her breast size is 36B (she only has one bra, and it’s a cheapo Wal-Mart one), and her pants size is a 10 or so. She is the only one who’s been there to support me through everything so that’s my priority right now. Her birthday is coming up and I’d love to surprise get with a bunch of clothes to make her feel even just a smidge less dysphoric. I just want her to feel comfortable, to love herself like I love her.

We live in a suburb of Tulsa, OK so if there’s anyone who can help us out, I could send about $10 your way. My url is NoMoreMrMeanGirls. My name is Reggie and my girlfriend is Lexy and we both extremely appreciate any help you can give us.

Thank you, and love you all.

Lucifer Morningstar X Reader: Thundering Hearts.

Notes: This one-shot was requested by anon. My first Lucifer one. I am sorry if it’s shit. I had to try to write a Lucifer one though.


It was already starting to get dark outside when you got the text from Lucifer. You already knew what the text would be about. Ever since he hired you as his personal stylist, he would constantly ask you for advice. You would go shopping for clothes for him and he would join you every single time, he loved to wear Prada, which you found funny considering he is named Lucifer. During the many shopping sprees he would constantly try to flirt with you or draw your attention to him. You laughed it off or ignored his flirting, this was your job after all and you knew he loved to flirt with a lot of women. He was always trying to find ways to get to see you or talk to you, calling you to ask if a certain jacket would go well with a certain pair of pants.

This time he texted you and asked if you could come to Lux for a fitting appointment. He needed an outfit for a big event that he had planned for tomorrow. You left the dinner you had prepared for yourself untouched and got ready to go to Lux.

Whilst driving the weather seemed to go from a dry and warm evening to a rainy and cold one. It took you 40 minutes to drive to Lux and the weather only seemed to get worse every minute.

When you arrived the first party-goers were already lining up outside, some of them trying to convince the bouncer to let them in. You pull up your car and walk up to the entrance, the bouncer nods and let’s you in. You walk down the stairs to the bar where you see Maze, you two seem to get along quiet well. She notices you and calls you over.

“He can’t seem to get dressed anymore without your help it seems. What does he need you for this time?” A grin spreading accros her face.

“Hey Maze. So it seems. He wants me to help him pick an outfit for an important event tomorrow apparantly.”

Maze rolls her eyes. “Oh, that. Hey listen, can’t you pick something horrible for him to wear?” she smiles mischievously.

You shake your head trying to look serious but failing “ Maze..”

“Oh come on, he would wear anything if you told him how sexy he looked in it.”

You laughed and shook your head “No Maze, I like my job and i’d rather not get fired. Sorry.”

“He would never fire you. If he did then he would have to come up with another way to get your attention.”

“I don’t doubt that he would. I’d better get going. Nice talking to you, Maze.”

“Good luck.” She winked at you.

You get up from the bar chair and start making your way to Lucifer’s penthouse. You press the elevator button and wave at the small security camera to let him now it’s you. The doors go open and you step inside. When the elevator doors open again you see Lucifer standing, holding 2 glasses in his hand.

“Ah! Finally you’re here. Wine? ” He walks over to you and offers you a glass.

You take the glass from his hands “Thank you. So what kind of  big event do you need an outfit for ?” taking a sip from the wine,

“Oh yes, well. Do you remember when I told you about me working for the LAPD ?”

You nod “ Yeah, you told me your were helping Detective Decker.”

“Exactly. So you do pay attention to me other then to my clothes.” here he goes again.

“You hired me for your clothes, Lucifer.” You sigh.

“Yes, yes. Boring. Now, the detective and I are investigating the murder on a ex-sport star who had set up a charitable foundation. Now I have decided to hold a charity event, here in Lux, for the foundation.” he explains enthousiastic.

“So you need an outfit for this charity event ? No problem. Let’s go and try some clothes on.” You walk past him to his dressing room.

“Or off.” he smoothly blurts out.

You roll your eyes, you knew he would flirt with you again, he always does. It’s not like you are not interested, it just makes it hard for you to stay professional. You loved your job, and a big part of that was because you loved spending time with Lucifer. When he wasn’t constantly flirting with you , you two could talk for hours and he actually listened to what you had to say.

You enter the dressing room, and by now you already know where you could find the different pieces of clothing. You open the closet which contained his tuxedo jackets.

“So, what look are you going for ?” You ask while looking at the many different jackets.

“Well, I want a look that says ‘hot and generous’, or just generous. I have the hot part covered.” He smirks while motioning at himself.

You smile and shake your head, while taking out a black tuxedo jacket and walk over to where he’s standing. You hold it up in front of him.

“Perfect. You should wear this with a white shirt and a black pair of pants. But something’s missing.” You walk to another closet and open it while Lucifer puts on the jacket.

“Got it!” You say and take a black bow tie from his closet. “Come closer.” you say.

“Ooh gladly.” He walks to you and you start helping him to put on his bow tie. He looks at you with amusement. When you finished putting it on, you stand behind him and you put your hands on his shoulders, making him turn around to face the mirror.

“What do you think?” You ask him.

He takes a couple of poses while checking himself out in the mirror then turns to you.

“What do you think ?“ he fires back the question and he stands up straight.

You can’t help but smile, you knew he would ask you. He always does. “I think you look very handsome. Aaand generous of course.Very classy.”.

A big smile appears on his face, and you realise this is the first time you told him he was handsome.  

“Handsome, huh? Well, in that case, I shall gladly wear this outfit for the event tomorrow. You never cease to amaze me.”  

You walk out of the dressing room, trying not to blush and Lucifer follows you.

“Hey, uhmm.. It’s getting late, I should be heading home. Good luck tomorrow at the–” Before you could finish your sentence, the very loud sound of thunder could be heard and it made the large windows of the penthouse shake. The sound made you jump, you were never a big fan of thunderstorms, truthfully, you hated them. Lucifer noticed your reaction.

“Bloody hell, Someone’s throwing a fit again it appears. Listen, you don’t have to drive home through this weather, you can stay here if you’d like.” A worried expression on his face.

You shake your head “ No, thank you Lucifer, i’ll be fi-” another loud thunder makes you jump again.

Lucifer walks over to you and puts a hand on your back “I would feel personally responsible if anything would happen to you. Please stay here, at least until the weather gets better.” He pleaded and you gave in.

“Okay, i’ll stay on one condition.”

Lucifer looks at you questioning. “And what would that be?”

“I want pizza, I was going to have dinner before you asked me to come here. I’m starving.”

“It’s a deal. So, what should we do to keep ourselves occupied in the meantime?”

“We could watch some movies? “

You both go to sit on the couch in front of his big TV. You start searching for good movies, you ask if Lucifer has any preferences, he wants you to pick the movie so you decide to watch The Avengers.

During the movie you remarked how the actors were hot and out of the corner of your eyes you could see him rolling his eyes, and you tried your hardest not to laugh. He was jealous. After the movie ended you two started talking. First about the event tomorrow, but after a while it became more personal, you talk about your familly and Lucifer openend up about his. You always saw him as someone who could not take anything serious. But the more he revealed, the clearer it was that he   felt rejected by his familly. You could see the hurt in his eyes even though he tried to hide it with jokes or he brushed it off like it was nothing. Out of nowhere you hugged him. Wanting to make him feel better, to let him know that he was not alone. And maybe, maybe because you were starting to feel something for him. At first Lucifer freezes, not enterily sure what to do. But then he wrapped his arms around you as well. You stayed like that for while, just enjoying the genuine moment. You broke the hug and curled up next to him on the couch, leaning on his shoulder. After a while you started to feel tired and when you looked up to Lucifer you could see that he had fallen asleep. A smile spread across your face as you rose up and planted a kiss on his cheeck. You layed your head back on his shoulder, and soon enough you were sleeping as well.

Lucifer however, was awake now and his heart was racing from the moment your lips touched his cheeck.

fill so your followers can get to know you

1. state your name:  Jessica
2. state the name that your parents almost named you: Eric, if I was a dude
3. which of your relatives do you get along with the most? Mom
4. what was your first job? Party attendant? One of those people that refills food at get togethers and shit
5. did anything embarrassing happen this week? I embarrass myself at least twice a week
6. do you miss your ex? Naw, I live 10 minutes from him so we get to chill all the time
7. white chocolate or dark chocolate? MILK
8. do people praise you for your looks? I smile and flex in the mirror, does that count?
9. what is your favorite color of clothing to wear? Blue or purple
10. how do you wear your makeup? Don’t wear any
11. what are some of your nicknames? Jessi, Jess, Nowack, Wacks
12. how many bedrooms are in your house? I just moved into a studio apartment, so one
13. how many bathrooms? One
15. do you have a car? Yep, my baby gets sick almost as much as I do. We’re made for each other haha
16. do you work out every week? I consistently work out every day for, like, a couple weeks and then I lose it and don’t do it again for months haha
17. did you brush your teeth this morning? I gotta every morning or I’ll be gross
18. have you ever kissed someone you never saw again? Both chicks who’ve kissed me, I haven’t seen since, so technically yes??
19. have you ever sung in front of a crowd? All the time
20. what kind of bathing suit do you wear? Bikini, but I don’t like swimming
21. do you like your eyes? I have awesome eyes, I’ve been told. I think they’re pretty bitchin’, too
22. do you think you are pretty? I think I’m awesome, but I wouldn’t use the word pretty haha I always find it odd when a girl finds me attractive, I’m like “Are you sure?” I got a shit ton of confidence, I just don’t think about whether I’m attractive to other people. I’m just sorta… me. I like who I am B)
23. who was the last person you talked to in person? OneKids
24. how much money in your bank account? Money I can actually spend? Like, $20 maybe
26. do you want kids? Nope
27. tell me what your backpack looks like: It’s blue
28. what celebrity do you think is hot? I’m less for celebrities and more for people I see in every day life, odd enough
29. last movie you saw in theaters: X-Men: Days of Future Past
30. are you dating the same person you dated last year? Naw, not seeing anyone
31. has someone you were dating ever cheated on you? yeah
32. have you ever cheated? naw
33: have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’? Yup
34: what do you like to do in your spare time? Work on dumb parodies and yell at microphones
35: what’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you? Fans have told me the sweetest stuff, like how I’m one of their favorite writers or voice actresses and they just love stuff I make. Love that shit. Fan art is always so cute, too, it’s so amazing people care enough to make shit like that
36: who was the last person you texted? Mom
37: how many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? I’ve never had a girlfriend, (but I had 6 boyfriends when I was going through my 20 year straight phase haha)
38: how do you look right now? I’m in my jim jams and a hoody, so hot as heeeeeeell tsssss hear that? That’s the sizzling of the hotness
39: who’s the person who first comes to your mind when someone mentions “love”? Tacos

I used to go to a purity group where we would discuss ways to remain sexually pure. This wasn’t what bothered me. What bothered me was the assumption that all guys can think about is sex and that it was our job to “not cause our brothers to stumble”. We were told to take clothes from our closet, model them in group, and have the other girls judge if they were “modest enough.” One girl said she doesn’t wear her hair a certain way anymore because a guy friend told her for him it was a turn on.

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Something concept designers need to realize is that the clothes they design are clothes the characters consciously put on in the morning. So for a person who’s in the field all day — getting on the ground and tending to the injured, hurrying from place to place — it feels like the choice was made for her. not even strictly because of her job, but because her personality just greatly clashes with it.

Look at the game Bayonetta, for example. You believe the character put those clothes on to own them, to own their own hotness. Had it been a character very insecure in their body, you would wonder why they’d wear something like that, and it would clash. That’s how I feel about Cheria.

Hell, I think Cheria looks more childish now due to those pigtails than she did as an actual child. Imagine if she kept her braid, or if she was wearing a dress to the knees with long boots and a belt for medical supplies and the like. Or maybe wearing pants.

And before this leads to heads getting bit off, I am not shaming her supposed choice in clothes, I am criticizing what I consider to be a design flaw.

Thorki want: stylist Loki

TV actors aren’t really Loki’s kind of clients (he’s the best working only for the very best, thank you very much), but he owes somebody a big favor, so… His new job is to help Thor turn from quite-well-known TV actor into Hollywood A-list material, which means get the guy to wear clothes that actually fit his frame. 

Loki would never admit it, but boy, does he fall fast. Soon he’s hopelessly infatuated with Thor’s everything, which is of course terribly unprofessional and unacceptable. As always, bitching is his favorite way of coping: 
What are you doing? The only one measuring Thor’s inseam is me. 
You’re doing his hair all wrong, gimme that brush.
Jesus, Thor, could your arms be any bigger? It’ll be a nightmare to find a shirt that fits this suit.

And Thor… Thor is not as oblivious as Loki thinks he his.


So, I started reading the Fairy Tail manga from the very beginning and I’m noticing all these subtle NaLu moments that I missed while watching the anime! Like for instance how in the first picture, when the gang gets back from Edolas, Natsu is clearly wearing this black cloak!

Then the next time, in the second picture, we see Lucy and she’s now wearing Natsu’s cloak! Remember in the very beginning of the manga, on their very first job to save Macao, Lucy asked for Natsu’s clothes because she was cold. He said no immediately. But here we see progress, and I bet he offered his cloak to her without even being asked!

And then, of course, in the third picture there’s that smoldering look he’s giving her on Tenrou Island when they’re forming a team again to defeat Grimoire Heart! And she’s definitely blushing because of it!

I could go on and on. But clearly they care about each other:) I’m so excited to get caught up with the manga to see how much further they progress!

My Megolovania

Hi my name is sans the skeleton and I speak in comic sans (that’s how I got my name) but sometimes I speak in aster or sans serif and I have icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Gaster (AN: if you don’t know who he is that’s fine neither does anybody else!). I’m related to PAPYRUS THE SKELETON but I’m glad I am because he’s major freaking cool. I’m a skeleton so my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white bones. I’m also a monster, and I live in a town called Snowdin in the underground where I work many jobs (I don’t know how old I am). I’m a lazybones (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly comfy stuff. I love the garbage dump in Waterfall and get all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a blue hoodie with fur around the hood and a pair of black shorts, a white shirt and pink slippers. I wasn’t wearing makeup because I’m a skeleton. I was walking outside Snowdin. It was snowing and underground so there was no sun, which I didn’t care about. A lot of dogs stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them.

I’m dying at work so think about Jehan who has a very Boring Job bc writing dank poetry and picking flowers doesn’t exactly help pay the bills (and they have a lifestyle to support)

  • they have v few office-appropriate clothes so they usually borrow one of Parnasse’s blazers and Marius’ Job Interview Pants™
  • Grantaire is v good at making all your weird skills look good on your resume
  • they have a bunch of tumblers w different patterns (mostly gifts from Feuilly and Cosette) so they can drink whatever they want and still look professional
  • Bahorel sends them terrible jokes throughout the day, and Courf sends elaborate selfies to everyone
  • Jehan made the mistake of opening their phone during a meeting once when R sent a pic of Courf under a spotlight, draped over his couch wearing a blanket
  • they gave them the finished painting for Christmas (they tried to give it to Ferre but he couldn’t wouldn’t take it)
  • JBM stop by every once in a while so they can all have lunch together (bc god knows Jehan has v little in common with their coworkers)
  • Enjolras, bless his heart, buys him all the brightly colored, obnoxiously patterned office supplies he can find
  • Parnasse always picks them up when they have to work late so they don’t lose time for each other
Coffee Shop

Originally posted by coffee-beanz

Rain fell from the sky as a completely normal day in London progressed, I tried to shield myself from the rain, but that was completely useless, my shoes soaked from the rain so my clothes. I then spotted a nice looking café, its outside was all brown and it had a big window showing its vintage looking inside, I then decided to wait there until the rain stopped. I quickly sprinted towards it opening the door of the shop. The place had only three costumers inside, an old man sipping from his coffee sitting on a leather chair, a middle age woman probably making a quick coffee break from her job judging from her business clothes and a girl wearing a uni sweater sitting on a stool by the bar her hair on a messy bun.

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elyuriasu  asked:

Ive got my application for craft warehouse filled out and a new nice outfit to wear if i get called in. where should i go from here? how should i turn it in, is it okay to wear the same clothes for turning it in + to the interview if i get called in, since im short on clothes cash? how should i act? etc.,etc.. This is my first job so i dont have any experience besides some volunteering literally 4 years ago. (should i mention that?)

Turning in an application is actually really low key, especially for retail. Basically, all you do is hand it to whoever is behind the counter, they look at you disinterested, pop their gum, and say they’ll pass it on. The gum part might only exist in movies.

Yes, you can wear the same clothing for turning in an application and to the interview. There’s like a 99% chance no one will notice and if they do, they won’t say anything or count it against you (unless you’re applying for some types of jobs in the fashion business). The real thing that matters is how you present yourself during the interview.

And manners! I can’t stress the importance of manners enough, even just for turning in the application to the gum-popping cashier. Kindness can go a long way.

Why I don't trust Scotty

Remember the Japanese folk song sang during episode 1, as Scotty and Danny waited for Alex to arrive? I think it may have more significance than just the visual symbolism. The song is a famous Japanese lullaby called Takeda Lullaby. According to Wikipedia, it originated from an outcast community in Japan that was victim to severe discrimination, made up by people whose jobs were tainted by death. It fits Scotty extremely well as he is both homosexual and a (former?) spy. Now here is where it gets interesting, the lyrics are not what you would expect at all:

I would hate baby-sitting beyond Bon Festival,
The snow begins to fall, and the baby cries.How can I be happy even when Bon Festival is here?
I don’t have nice clothes or a sash to wear.This child continues to cry and is mean to me.
Every day I grow thinner.I would quickly quit here and go back
To my parents’ home over there,
To my parents’ home over there.”

The song is about a girl sent away from her home and forced to work as a nanny for another family. Huh? Why was this song selected for this scene? 

My crack theory is that Scotty is an active spy whose mission is to keep an eye on Danny. He hates that his job is reduced to babysitting a self destructive young man, but whatever the deal is he can’t get out of it. This explains why this unlikely friendship lasted so long, why Scotty was so kind to Danny throughout the years. Maybe Danny is a part of a grander plan but he himself doesn’t realize it yet, or maybe there is more to Danny than we realize. We really don’t know a lot about Danny. Why does he have no family? No friends outside of Scotty? Whatever it is, he is important enough to be surveillanced.

Second crack theory: when Alex met Scotty that night, Alex clued in and realized the bigger story. Realizing that Scotty/whoever he works for was onto him, Alex hinted to Danny about the laptop battery. Unfortunately he reacted too late and wasn’t able to save himself in time.

basically, I don’t think Scotty is the ultimate bad guy, but he is definitely not innocent. No one is in this series.

In modern day society, you are frowned upon if you don’t strive for a job that provides you with wealth. You are frowned upon if you struggle from mental illness. You are frowned upon if your goal in life is not to have a stereotypical job, a stereotypical family, wearing stereotypical clothing, with a stereotypical culture that surrounds you in the area you live in.
I think it is so indescribably tragic the way that the world works in this day and age. The way that people put all of these things before their own mental health, before love and empathy. You’re more likely to be congratulated for being filthy rich, than being truly happy. Some people don’t even get to know themselves. Some people don’t even bother to experience seeing, tasting and feeling new things. Some people don’t even allow themselves to see and understand things from an entirely different perspective; some people don’t even experience true happiness, and what it is to truly live.
This is something that makes my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, the tormenting thought that just like nearly the whole entirety of the human race, I too may live a closed minded, boring and stereotypical life. I fear death many years before I am buried.
The way that most people live is simply too hard to break away from because it is the way that us humans survive, and it is barely even recognized. To choose to take the easy way with the rest of the world is too tempting and far too comfortable. I am sure that plenty of other people see things similarly to the way that I do, but it is almost inevitable when you’re already half way there from being bought up in this tragic cycle to begin with.
In this day and age, it is seemingly nothing but pure fate that can scrape you out of living an ordinary life.
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Frank hated going outside, especially during the summer. He couldn’t stand the heat, the bright light, and of course all the people. Most people seemed to enjoy the weather, sweaty bodies everywhere, people wearing the shortest possible clothing items..Frank looked like a complete outcast especially now, wearing his butler outfit like always, covering him from neck to toe, the only part of him that was somewhat visible being his face. Getting groceries was part of his job and he was fine with it, but as soon as the summer came around, getting said groceries turned into the worst part of his day. He sat down under his tree, the bag of croceries next to him. He was too tired and too hot to keep walking, he needed a small break right now.

you know what, I may now have the most beautiful face or body, I may not have the best smile ever, I may not be tall and muscular like all the other boys, I may not be as smart him or have the best eyes or a succussful job, I may not be rich or come from a well off family, I may not wear the best clothes or have a lot of friends, I may not have the best past or be mentally stable, but I can guarantee you one thing, one thing no one else can, I know exactly who I am, I know where I am, I know where I’ve been and I know where I’m going