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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Pretty in Pearls, Chapter 1 (Jankie) - Plastiquedoll

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Summary: For as long as she can remember, Jan has been in love with her baseball teammate. The only problem is that he always likes an Angela, a Pamela, a Sandra or a Rita better… As years have gone by, she couldn’t get those feelings behind and as a college freshman, she starts noticing more and more things that set her apart from “the other girls”, the ones her crush seems to prefer. She can’t help but think that “maybe if she was prettier, maybe if she was more like them…” things would be different. However, the more she gets to know those girls she also realizes how wonderful they can be; especially a certain girl named Jackie who works in the copy room and who keeps helping Jan unconditionally.

A/N: hi! this is my second chaptered fic -I wrote a little note on ao3 in case the concept of the story sounds off for anyone- but still, I hope you like it and thanks for reading it <3

-Prologue-

When Jan turned ten –to her chagrin- she received a Barbie doll with a lovely dress full of ribbons as her birthday gift. Her older brother -whose birthday had been just two months ago- got a brand new baseball bat and even when she had begged for over a year she could get one, all she got was a plastic lady with blonde hair and pink lips that didn’t look like her at all. It wasn’t fair, she had to play with his worn-out chipping bat with sticky duct tape on the grip when she was way better than her brother. Why couldn’t she get a bat too?

Luckily, Jan being the stubborn she was, had a plan. If her parents weren’t going to gift her a new bat to play baseball, she was going to get it by herself. She spent all summer selling lemonade on her front yard to raise money –hey, if life gives you lemons…- delivering newspapers and doing some other little tasks in exchange for some coins. Even when she worked hard and put her heart into everything she did it wasn’t enough to pay the full. She was about to give up when her grandfather showed up with a late birthday present –a book with a couple of bills hidden inside- not only she could get that new bat, she also got a couple of new balls that had the other kids in the neighborhood green with envy.

Jan had always been the kind of kid that was restless in class, she was a chatterbox and often her teacher had to remind her to be sat during a lesson but in the sports field it was different, she could run, play and win games like no other and she was celebrated for that. She was better than most kids her age and her team had always emerged victorious when she batted, so yeah, baseball was a big deal for her.

It was also around the time she met Nathan.

He was the new kid in school who didn’t talk much with other kids but one afternoon her classmates had asked him to join their team. Jan, who was always picked first with her messy ponytail and bruised knees, didn’t consider that scrawny kid to be a threat. Yet, he proved her wrong as he was the first person to strike her out of a game in ages. Everyone was in disbelief. Jan was competitive and after that humiliating defeat, her new goal was to beat her classmate. The only problem was that he was better than she expected and it took her a while to match his skills.

And with the years, what had started as a rivalry became a friendship. Jan was the only girl in her class that didn’t mind playing in the dirt or hanging out with the boys all day. In high school, the difference was even more noticeable since she never felt she belonged with the other girls, and with her sports passion, she could get a college scholarship if she kept pushing and winning games. During the senior year, she couldn’t care less about proms and fancy dresses when she was just one step ahead of making her dream a reality, playing in varsity.

Nathan was already signed by a few schools as well and whenever he was going, she was going as well. Not only he was her best friend, she had developed a crush on him when they grew older, she knew many things could change in her life but he was a constant and she’d do what it would take to keep it like that. The only problem was that Nathan was a handsome guy and he always liked an Angela, a Pamela, a Sandra or a Rita better.

He couldn’t see that Jan was in love with him, not yet at least.

But if she could still be a part of his life in the years to come, that would be enough for her. She’d stay in the shadows until she got her shot and she knew the day would come. She only needed to be patient. He was going to notice her and he was going to realize she was the one for him, she had always been.

It was a joyful day when she got accepted into the same university with a partial scholarship –her parents could afford the other half- she was ecstatic, the little girl from New Jersey with a bat was now going to play in the girls’ team and even when she wasn’t going to be in the same team than Nathan, she was going to be close enough.

Yes, everything would work out.

-1-

College is hell.

That was the first thing she thought the first day of school, even after going through orientation, she didn’t seem to find any of her classes, the classrooms were in different buildings, her schedules were all wrong and on top of all, she hadn’t seen Nathan in all morning.

To make things even worse, around noon she got called by one of the secretaries of the administration center, apparently, there was a problem with her papers, one of her forms got lost in the mail and she needed to present it before the end of the day.

If only she could find the copy room to get that form…

She kept going up and down stairs without complaining until she found the room at the end of a deserted aisle. She got a soda from the vending machine outside and then got inside. It was almost lunchtime so most students were at the cafeteria, only one girl was getting some book pages copied and she was paying by the time Jan walked in.

“Have a nice day.” The person behind the counter greeted her.

It was Jan’s turn now.

“Hi!” She approached the counter. “I- uh, I need this form…” Where was the paper the secretary had given her? “Wait for just a second, I had it here.”

Jan knew she looked like a train wreck, she had her books and notebooks in one hand, the soda can in the other, she had to empty her pockets with a barely free hand and held her phone under her neck.

“Do you need a copy of the form H-23?” The girl from the copier asked.

“Uh… I think so… Yes!” She found the paper. “H-23… that’s the one.” She smiled brightly.

The girl from the copier seemed calm and collected enough to make Jan feel a little better. She had silky brown hair tied in a half-updo, chocolate eyes framed by a pair of glasses, a knitted mustard sweater with a shirt underneath, a platted brick skirt, and high brown boots. She looked like what a college student wants to look like, in full control.

She was also really pretty.

“You’re like the fifth person who came today asking for that form…” She said while pressing some computer keys to set the printer. “Many students had a problem with the mail system for what it seems.”

“Yeah… I got notified just now and I’ve been running around all day.” She put all her things in one hand and stretched the now free hand. “I’m Jan, by the way.”

“Jackie.” The other girl shook her hand. “You can put your stuff here on the counter if you want. It’ll only take a minute.”

“Ah, thank you.” She did as she said.

“Freshman?” Jackie asked raising an eyebrow.

“Is it too obvious?” Jan could feel her cheeks getting colored.

“Just a little… you look like you still have a soul.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Oh, no, not at all.” She smiled at Jan.

Jackie’s kindness made her feel warm inside. It had been a rough morning and for the first time that day, someone was being genuinely nice to her.

“Do you study here too?” Jan asked while the brunette stapled her papers.

“Yes, I’m an Art History major. Junior.”

“Oh wow, that sounds sophisticated.”

“Girl… it’s not… there’re a lot of white men and my mother surely would’ve loved me picking something more… profitable. What about you? Have you declared your major yet?”

Jan nodded. “Economics, kind of boring, I know…” She rested her elbows on the counter. “I’m actually here with a sports scholarship.”

“That explains the baseball shirt.” She pointed at Jan’s outfit.

“Right!” Jan instinctively touched the fabric of the shirt. “Go, team!”

Being completely honest, Jan had forgotten she was wearing that. Early in the morning, she was more worried about showing up on time to orientation –clearly in vain since she kept getting lost- and because of that she hadn’t put a lot of thought into her fashion choices, instead, she picked a black tank top, a pair of jeans, sneakers and the baseball jacket with her lucky number –eleven- on it.

“Are you this excited all the time?” Jackie handed her the form.

Jan’s face lost light suddenly. “Is that bad? Because I’ve been said that I can be too much sometimes and-”

“No! I didn’t mean… no.” The brunette moved her hands in the air frantically. “It’s refreshing. I don’t think I’ve met someone like you before.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” She rummaged through her things until she found a couple of coins. “Here, for the form. Thank you so much for your help.”

She beamed and it was dashing enough to compete with the sun.

“T-Thank you.” Jackie stuttered while picking the money.

“I hope you have a nice day.” Jan slid all her things into her backpack.

“You too… see you around.” The brunette waved.

Jan copied the gesture and on her way out of the copy room she almost bumped into someone. It was Nathan.

“Hey!” She felt her pulse racing. “There you are! I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Janie! How are you doing?” He held the door open. “I’ve been around, you know? Getting used to all of this.”

“I know, right? I still can’t believe we’re here!” She couldn’t hide her enthusiasm.

Jackie, in the background, lowered her glasses and observed them in silence.

“I’m sorry I can’t chat right now, I need to get this form for the administration office and it’s a pain in the ass…”

“No way, they lost mine too… it must be New Jersey’s post service.”

“It really sucks. I better hurry up then or the place is going to get crowded.”

“Here.” She extended the paper without hesitation. “You can have mine, I haven’t filled it yet.”

“You don’t mind?”

The girl shook her head. “I can get another one.”

“Whoa, thank you, Janie. Wait, let me pay you.”

“No problem. You can give it back to me later.” She nervously touched her hair.

“Ah, I owe you one. Thank you. I was worried I wouldn’t get in time to have lunch. I just met the most gorgeous girl on campus, she’s stunning, I’m telling you and I was afraid I was going to miss my chance to speak with her because of this. You’re a great friend.” He patted her shoulder. “See you later.”

“Sure…” She mumbled.

He got out and closed the door without looking back.

With her slumped shoulders and drooping head, she looked back to where Jackie was.

“Do you think you could make another copy?”

The brunette who had witnessed the entire scene had her jaw clenched but she nodded and pressed print once again.

Jan shuffled back to the counter, she was grateful that the other girl didn’t say a word.

“Here you have, don’t lose this one.” Jackie smiled at Jan hoping that she could lift her mood a little bit.

“Thank you.” Her tone was barely audible. “I appreciate it.” She gave her some more coins and turned back.

Jackie knew she was going to regret it but she couldn’t let that girl go in that state of sadness. It wasn’t correct, it didn’t feel right.

“You know, I’m about to take my lunch break… would you like to join me?”

Jan looked at her for a moment that felt like an eternity.

“You don’t have to do it just because…”

“No, I don’t have to, I want to.” She assured.

“Okay…” She raised her voice a little. “That’d be nice.”

“Yeah. Nice.” Jackie grabbed her bag and held the keys of the room in her hand. “Let’s go.”

At that moment, a faint smile appeared on Jan’s face and Jackie knew for sure, she was going to regret this.

Freshmen were like little ducklings waddling around, imprinting on the first person who showed them a little affection –that was how they always ended up joining clubs and sororities on day one-, they were naïve, full of fears, expectations, and questions… they surely had a lot of questions. Jackie did her best to avoid them at least for the first couple of weeks. She was over the nervousness, the stutters, and sweaty palms –she had had enough during her first year.

However, this girl…

This one girl.

With her giant puppy eyes, her light brown hair falling all over her face whenever she tried to pick something that fell to the floor, the way she talked fast like she was going to forget what she was going to say if she didn’t say it quickly; she didn’t do it on purpose but a part of her body was continuously moving whether it was her fingers drumming on surfaces or her feet and she had this somehow chirpy personality even when odds weren’t on her favor.

Of course, Jan was straight. Jackie had seen it before, girls like that falling for douchebags and getting their hearts broken in multiple pieces. She saw it in her face on her body language when that guy showed up in the copy room, the way it was painfully obvious she was in love with him, and yet he treated her like a little sister taking advantage of her generosity.

She couldn’t just let her go back into the world like that, devastated.

The words escaped her mouth before she could give it a second thought.

And now she was having lunch with this girl, she kept explaining sports stuff to Jackie as if she had a clue what she was talking about and yet she listened to her because it was mesmerizing to watch.

“…that season was tight but we won within the last minutes even when the other team had their bases loaded.” She took a bite of her macaroni.

Her energies had been renewed the moment she started talking about baseball; she had listened to Jackie attentively when she explained the system of the cafeteria, how to activate and use her student card but the moment she gave her rise to talk about what she did before getting into college, she went directly to that point.

“Am I boring you? I’m sorry I didn’t realize I was talking too much I-”

“No! Please stop apologizing, it’s cool. I think it’s really cool that you’re… so passionate about something.”

“Really? I didn’t mean this to become a monologue, sometimes I get carried away.” She scratched the back of her head. “Anyway…”

Her gaze followed a figure in the cafeteria, it was the guy from before and he was having lunch with a large group of people but his attention was clearly focused on one girl next to him. Jackie noticed Jan taking a deep breath and then faking a smile trying to resume the conversation.

“What’s with that guy? Is he your boyfriend?” She asked, unscrupulous. Her salad was long forgotten in front of her.

“Nathan?!” She was like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh… He’s… he’s a friend from New Jersey. We used to play in the same baseball team until we got separated by boys and girls in high school.” She started blushing gradually until her face turned entirely red. “We’re friends, we have always been friends…”

Jackie arched an eyebrow. Interesting.

“So you like him.”

Now her face turned from red to burgundy.

“What?! No! I don’t… He’s… We’re… That’s ridiculous. I don’t like him he’s… a friend.”

The other girl didn’t say a word.

Jan sighed. “It’s never gonna happen… He just doesn’t think of me that way.” She looked at Jackie, there was something melancholic in her eyes. “I’m happy with being part of his life regardless.”

Something inside Jackie was shattered. She couldn’t help but feel deeply sorry for that girl who was hopelessly devoted.

“Jan, it’s not-”

But she was abruptly interrupted by the voice of another girl.

“Well, Miss Cox you didn’t tell me you were going to be here today.”

She didn’t even have to turn around to recognize who it was.

“Hello, Heidi.” She massaged her temples. “How are you?”

The girl didn’t wait and sat with them in a heartbeat.

“Betrayed, clearly. I just passed by the copy room and you weren’t there.” Her eyes moved to the girl in front of them. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend?”

“Jan, this is Heidi… Heidi, Jan.”

“Heidi, nice to meet you. Jackie’s friends are my friends.” She extended her hand.

“Hi! I’m Jan.” The girl shook Heidi’s hand vigorously.

“Easy honey, I need that arm.”

Jan shrugged. “Sorry.”

“Jan is a freshman from New Jersey and she plays baseball.”

“Oh, that explains the inhuman super strength.” She moved her arm in circles to readjust it.

Jan giggled. “I don’t know my own strength.”

Heidi gave Jackie a look that the brunette ignored.

“Anyway, Jan, don’t forget to submit your form, the secretary can get really cranky if you find her on a bad day.”

“Oh, right! I still have to fulfill it.” She found a pen somewhere inside her backpack.

“Well, I’m going to leave you, ladies.” Heidi waved goodbye. “Jackie, I’ll drop by later I need some copies for Professor Brown.”

“Sure, my break is over in like ten minutes.”

“Alright. See you around.” She looked at Jan who was still going through the form. “Have a nice first day you…”

“Thank you!” She smiled and with that Heidi was gone. “I think I’m done.” Jan showed her form proudly.

“C’mon then, I’ll walk with you back to the office.”

“Oh my God. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I got lost so many times today.”

“Wait, didn’t you get a map and everything during orientation?”

“Yeah, but still… it’s very confusing.”

“Do you have it with you?”

Jan dug through her backpack once again until she got the binder with the things freshmen were given as their welcome package.

“Okay,” Jackie unfolded the piece of paper until it became five times its size. “give me a pen.”

The younger offered the same pen she was just using.

“You gotta have the important extra information they don’t give you. For example, these stairs…” She drew an x over them. “Are always full of people and if you’re in a hurry, I don’t recommend it… so instead, you get to use these.” She circled the point on the map.

Jan listened to every word she said.

“Now… this is where we’re heading, the administration office. You wanna know where it is because, if there’s any problem with your papers, you have to go there fast… best way to get to this building is passing by next to the library and using the elevator that will take you there directly. Do you get it now?”

“Jackie…” She reached for the brunette’s hands. “You’re the best… I could cry right now.”

“Please don’t…” Jackie said, flushed. She cleared her throat. “Do you think you could lead the way? The copy room is nearby.”

“I’ll definitely try.” Jan was excited.

She put all her things back in her bag and followed Jackie after leaving their trays and throwing the trash. As soon as they reached the hallway, it was Jan’s time to guide them. She took the map and used the cafeteria as their reference point, after that, she traced a route. Jackie had to bite her tongue to refrain from helping her because she knew that was the only way she could learn. In the end, she did a really good job.

“We’re here. This is the administration office and right upstairs is…”

“The copy room.”

“Correct.”

“Yay!” She celebrated clapping. “Thank you so much, really… I don’t know what I’d have done without your help today.”

“Don’t even mention it.” Jackie smiled at her.

“Can I go visit you later? After my class…? Maybe I could bring you some snacks for being so nice to me.”

“There’s no need… really.”

“But I want to.”

There was no way Jackie was going to say no to her, that was already established.

“Okay, sure. I like Snickers.”

“Noted… see you later, Jackie.”

“Good luck.”

She started walking away but had a last glimpse of Jan before taking the stairs.

Her heart started beating faster.

Oh for goodness sake… what have you done Jackie Cox?

#rpdr fanfiction #jan sport #jackie cox #jankie #college au #lesbian au #slow burn #pretty in pearls #plastiquedoll #concrit welcome

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officiallyzoe-writing · 3 years

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Stuck At Prom

Hello, my name is Zoe T., and I am 15 years old.

I've entered the Stuck At Prom scholarship contest with my own duct tape tuxedo that I designed, created, and wore. It took me 65 hours and I used 21 rolls of duct tape. Now that I've been selected as a finalist (Wich I am insanely excited about) I need your votes. Also, if you could share this with even one person, I owe you a lifetime of gratitude.

Details:

- Two Grand Prize winners will receive $10,000 each – one in the Dress Category and one in the Tux Category.

- The online voting period runs from June 30 until July 14, 2021. Winners will be announced on or around July 21, 2021.

- A panel of judges picks the Top 10 finalists (5 in the Dress category and 5 in the Tux Category). Then, the public votes online for the two Grand Prize winners.

- Duck brand, through its Stuck at Prom Scholarship Contest, has given away more than half a million dollars in scholarship money to students and schools.

Link to my tux:

https://www.duckbrand.com/stuck-at-prom/vote/zoe-tibbs

Link to vote: https://www.duckbrand.com/stuck-at-prom/vote

My message: What do you think the most beautiful creature in the world is? To me, it’s peacocks, my inspiration for my outfit. Ever since I was little, I’ve always loved and admired birds because they’re so freeing. They’re able to simply take to the air when they please with such agility and elegance that many people even envy the creatures. Personally, I was even blinded by the world’s view of their material worth. It wasn’t until today when I got to meet them first hand that I fully appreciated how amazing peacocks really are. They’ve been targeted and hunted for their beauty for so long, their population is shrinking to the degree that they’re now endangered. That I could work with actual peacocks on this project and earn some of their trust was a truly amazing experience. However, it’s one experience future generations might not be able to discover. Loretta Lynch once said, “We all have a responsibility to protect endangered species, both for their sake and for the sake of our own future generations.” My tux aims to show there are other ways to capture their beauty so that it’s safe for everyone.

#stuck at prom #ductape #duct tape #duck tape #diy #prom #peacock #craft #support #help #vote #share #zoe #zoet

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teaboot · 5 years

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hi i hope its okay to ask about your career? i'm on a crossroads in my life and one of the paths im interested in is fashion but im just so... torn? and i don't think many ppl take it seriously, like, as sth you do in life unles you profit really well... my family certainly doesn't see it as an option an im just very curious about your experience w/ studying and working in the industry

Honestly? I never in my life expected going to college for fashion. He'll, I spent half my childhood topless and barefoot in jean overalls, covered in dirt with a snake in each hand. My best friend from grades 4 through 7 was a sheep. I brought that sheep to a school dance. Seriously, fancy clothing was never for an instant a topic in my mind.

I always figured it was sort of shallow, you know? Fashion was for dumb rich people who paid too much for shoes you couldn't even hike in.

What I DID love, however, was Costume Design. All the cool outfits and armour and prosthetic bits in The Dark Crystal, and Star Wars, and Lord Of The Rings. And the practical effects! Ohhh I could go on. I loved it. I wanted to help create that magic.

And to be a Costume Designer, I had to go to school for Fashion Design.

And I will tell you right now: if someone is in a fashion design course? Good for you. It's hard work. But if you've GRADUATED your fashion design course?

Ho-lee-fuck. You have my immediate respect.

Getting a fashion design degree is a four year commitment, usually. Because I'm an idiot, I decided to finish it in two. And I did! But out of... I believe a starting class of 15-20? Only four of us graduated.

To highlight the worst of it? My family is poor. Pretty much all my classmates were either ludicrously wealthy or at least well-off. I had duct tape holding my sneakers together, and I worked on group projects with people wearing Louis Vuitton who had maids back home. They were nice enough, but the cultural disconnect was more jarring than I'd expected.

And the actual class work is hard. The people coming in with fantasies of becoming the next Kim K with little to no real physical labour or skill involved dropped out pretty quickly.

See, knowing how to draw was part of it, but the whole spectrum of classes involved Fashion History, Color Theory (Which is an ENTIRE course on just colors!), Life drawing, Digital illustration (for both factory instructions AND fashion images), Fashion illustration, Concept design and development, GERBER training (The only digitizing program for making patterns, apparently, which is garbage and makes me cry), Patternmaking, Trends (And how to predict/utilize them), Advertising, Basic web design, textile sciences (where we learned how to make fabric, design fabric, and analyze various materials and weaving/knitting techniques), and then the ACTUAL design and construction classes, where we finally got to learn how to use industrial machines and do a million sample pieces to cover sewing and ironing techniques before moving onto designing and sewing our own ideas.

If it sounds overwhelming, good. It IS overwhelming. I can't speak for others, but my mental and physical health both tanked. I worked 20 hour days and spent weeks at a time on campus without going home, mostly because I couldn't afford the train. If you have the opportunity to use the full four years, DO NOT RUSH LIKE I DID. It will CONSUME YOU. There were so many days where I woke up in a bathtub or under a table and thought, 'I made a mistake. I can't do this. I'm an idiot, I should quit, my life is hell.'

Really, I think the only reason I didn't because the only thing I am more than dumb is stubborn, and I have amazing friends and family who I could call and talk openly to, and I'd already flushed enough money down the campus toilet that quitting now with nothing to show for it would have been a move of eternal regret.

...BUT- and I must insist, BUT- I LEARNED SO MUCH. I had hardass teachers who made me cry, I learned about a system of corporate corruption and greed that starts with a seed and ends in farmers shooting themselves in the field and mothers losing children in villages across the world and the $3 dress you buy off the rack and the laws that make it possible. I learned that there are ways to Fuck that system, and I learned how to change that system. I learned where the problems are. I learned where the lies and misconceptions are. I learned about disability and ableism, fat shaming, diet culture, ageism, social hierarchy, revolution, historical trends that keep coming back and ideas so appealing that they didn't stop until people end up dead.

It's fascinating. It changes your worldview and the way you think. People need to know that fashion isn't just clothing- its everything from the way you hold your body to the food you eat, the color of your skin and hair, your wedding ring, your dog, your living room wall. It encompasses EVERYTHING, and I love that.

That being said, I graduated tired and hungry and went off to work a desk job just to breathe a little for about a year. Then I made fashion flats for factory production for a while, because the pay is good and I know how.

And I have so many opportunities open to me, now. I could work in a high-end boutique. I could be a patternmaker for wedding gowns, prom dresses, suits, costumes, bathing suits. I can and HAVE worked backstage in fashion shows. I can be a tailor, a costume designer, a stylist, a personal shopper, a curator- there are so many directions I can go from here, and for a while I even did small clothing adjustments for people to help ends meet.

It's a collection of skills I will always have that I can always use, no matter my social standing. I could lose my house, my family, my job, my mobility, but so long as I can communicate or hold a pencil I will have a valuable skill.

I'm in the process of applying for the IATSE film union, to be a costume designer. It's been four years since I started. I'm nervous, and excited, and anxious, but worst case scenario I can't get a foot in the door? I can make clothes for my children. I can tailor my own suits. I can do repairs for friends and neighbors. I can go to a store, look around, and say, "That's a bad deal. That's a bad investment. I can get good value out of this instead", and that's good, too.

At the end of the day, though, you know the most important thing I've learned?

My job is not my life. My job is what SUPPORTS my life. Having a job I love would be nice, but it's still only secondary.

Sorry, I ramble. Hope I could help!

#Suicide tw #fashion design

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especially-the-beans · 5 years

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i canNot stop looking at that picture of eva and reeve on the red carpet because it looks like they’re prom dates who aren’t actually a couple but they’re best friends who are both in the drama club and reeve was trying to do that contest where you win a scholarship if you make your prom outfit out of duct tape and he spent weeks making this duct tape hat and duct tape jacket but he ran out of time and didn’t finish the jacket and eva was like “it’s fine just wear it as a vest no one will notice” and they get to prom and all the other theatre kids are like “omg that’s so quirky and creative!” and eva is so proud of him but reeve just has this dead look in his eyes bc he knows he could’ve finished his jacket in time if he had managed his time better and now he can’t enjoy prom bc it will be bugging him all night

#hadestown #tony awards #tonys 2019 #hadestown tonys #reeve carney #eva noblezada #blog

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privatescholarship54 · 5 years

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Things You Will Need to Know About Personal Scholarships

Before You Begin hunting for private scholarships, here are seven truth about these awards that you need to know: 1. Personal scholarships do not represent the biggest source of college money. I suspect most families believe that private scholarships, which students can make from organizations such as the Rotary Club or simply by creating a clever prom outfit out of duct tape, is where most of the money for faculty is concealing. Not true. The biggest source of scholarships and grants is the national government and the schools themselves. Private scholarships signify the puniest source. 2. Full-ride scholarships are really uncommon. While most parents dream that their children will get full-ride scholarships, so they should definitely not rely on it. There are less than 250 private scholarships that offer enough cash to cover all college expenses. Among full-time school pupils, a mere.3 percent receive a complete ride to school from any sources. 3. Scholarships can lower your financial aid award. When a teen wins a private scholarship, the faculty could shrink his or her financial aid package by the sum of the award. So if your child wins a $3,000 scholarship, the college could cut the aid package by $3,000. What's a student penalized for winning a personal scholarship? Federal rules require a college consider outside scholarships when calculating a financial aid package. Ideally you would want the faculty to reduce the loan part of a student's financial aid award and not grant cash. You need to ask schools about their own policies. 4.You should apply to less popular scholarships. Many pupils, according to Kantrowitz, don't want to apply for scholarships which are worth less than $1,000, but these scholarships can be a lot easier to win. Students also often dismiss competitions requiring the entry of artwork, poetry, or writing. 5. Some types are more lucrative than others. In 1 survey, 23.2 percent of math/statistics majors and 17.6 percent of engineering students earned a scholarship, while only 9.5 percent of business majors won one. 6. Do some volunteer work to increase your chances. Many scholarship providers include a requirement that recipients be participated in volunteer activities. Sponsors would rather see a student who sticks with one volunteer activity for a very long time than one who hops around to several charities. More details: https://scholarships.mus.edu/scholarships/1124

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wittlewlwsnail · 6 years

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Remember when duct tape was really popular? like people made full on outfits with it. I remember going to school and kids i went to school just came to school with duct tape bows, neck ties, and wallets. Some people even made prom outfits out of it.

#2000s fashion

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marshmallowfin · 6 years

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Marshmallow’s Monster Prom Guide: (Incompete)

Last Updated on: 05/18/2018

So I don’t know if this will help anyone because I’m gay and bad at math and don’t know how stats work in this game but here/s basically what happened to me which playing monster prom.

Sorted by character, so if you’re looking for an interaction with Scott and Liam it should be under both characters.

If anything seems unclear or confusing please feel free to message me! I’ll try my best to help!

QUIZ QUESTIONS:

SEEN THIS POST: http://marshmallow-wagon.tumblr.com/post/174031514875/marshmallows-monster-prom-question-guide

Miranda Vanderbait

Food poisoning: (Polly/Miranda)

I surely do! It’s entitled “Silver-wear” and it’s where you take your most expensive cutlery and dress it in very fancy tiny outfits. (Miranda)

Yup. It’s called “dying”.

Silverware: (Miranda/Damien)

The fishing knife. (Miranda)

A spoon. What, you need a blade they kill people?

Their own sport: (Liam/Miranda)

Obviously the sport bard assigns inspiration kicks to the metaphysical linebacker, who scores 11 points for each poem he successfully publishes in The Atlantic. Didn't you read the rule book? (NOT SO CREATIVE, -2 fun and -1 bold)

Don’t you see? The points were inside us all along!

A new kind of serf: (Polly/Miranda)

Ooh, Miranda, you should get a puppy surf! It’s not an actual serf — dogs! (Miranda <3)

You should get a party serf,Polly! A surf to experience your hangovers for you!

Inventing new silverware: (Miranda/Scott)

The salad harp.

Hands. (Scott <3)

Damien La Vey

DamienXLiam fanart: (Damien/Liam)

What the fuck is this? This fuckery, dear Damien, is ART. I present to you...yaoi. (NOT SO CREATIVE. Damien <3? -1 fun and -1 bold)

Don’t be silly! You don’t want to fight me…you're clearly fighting against your urge…for cuddling!

Silverware: (Miranda/Damien)

The fishing knife. (Miranda)

A spoon. What, you need a blade they kill people?

Duct Tape: (Scott/Damien)

Don’t worry Damien, you can keep the Duct Tape of Retribution for your nefarious purposes.Coven, why don’t you use the Scotch Tape of HEY, Cut That Out! instead? (NOT SO CREATIVE, Damien <3. -2 fun, -1 bold)

Scott, you don’t really care about the DUCT TAPE, right? You like having a cool shiny thing! But watch me as I use my sweet negotiating skills to get — wait for it! — Two cool shiny things!!!

Interdimensional bachelor part 2: (Scott/Damien)

Sign the name of Tyrelliott the Terrible, thus summoning him.

EAT THE CONTRACT. (SO BOLD, +2 fun and +smart)

Badge Bikini: (Damien/Polly)

You know what crazy chaotic? Being single and partying forever! Destroying the institution of marriage. (SO BOLD, Polly <3, +2 fun and + bold)

Chaos is always better with some sensible agony — replace all the water in the school with swarms of mosquitoes!

Where to hide the body: (Damien)

Disguise him is a drinking fountain. No one will know the difference.

Just chuck him in my garage. He’ll blend in perfectly with my collection of vintage dead bodies. (SO BOLD, +2 smarts, +1 charm)

Think fast of get punched: (Damien)

Jokes on you, pal: I am a pragmatist. I avoid any kind of idolization of the past because it has no use, and therefore refuse feeling any kind of melancholy.

No time to think of anything clever… Start dancing for no reason! (SO FUN, +2 Bold and +1 fun)

Angry at a Banana: (Damien)

Defend the bananas honor.

Eat the banana. (SO BOLD, +3 bold)

Scott Howl

Fad Diets: (Scott/Polly)

Have you heard of the Imhotep cleanse? It’s where you only eat things that came from mummy. Mummies are rare, so you get super skinny. Plus you get to Rob tombs!

You’ve heard of the Paleo diet. Not try the Jurassic diet! You can eat anything that isn’t dinosaur. Killing a T Rex alone will get you super buff! (SO BOLD. Scott <3. +2 charm and +2 fun)

Duct Tape: (Scott/Damien)

Scott, you don’t really care about the DUCT TAPE, right? You like having a cool shiny thing! But watch me as I use my sweet negotiating skills to get — wait for it! — Two cool shiny things!!!

Mobile Game: (Scott/Damien)

Show them at the phone equipped with Pokémans Go can also be used as a football! (Scott <3)

Say nothing. Help them with steamed vegetables.

Power “Drink” aka Cocaine: (Scott)

using your vast knowledge of aromatherapy, give him some lavender-scented cocaine to neutralize the regular-scented cocaine and relax him a bit.

GIVE HIM A FLASHY FIDGET SPINNER. (SO FUN, +2 charm and +1 smart.)

Eating food: (Scott/Liam)

Obviously the lychee-fruit flavored custard with a side of tofu and a drizzle raspberry extract is the most superior food on the plate.

Go for the brightly-colored bag of meat biscuits that somehow has...an anime drawing of Scott’s face on it?! That says “SCOTT SNACKS”?! (Scott <3)

Interdimensional bachelor part 2: (Scott/Damien)

Sign the name of Tyrelliott the Terrible, thus summoning him.

EAT THE CONTRACT. (SO BOLD, +2 fun and +smart)

Get him back on the team: (Scott)

Spike the punch with Coke on prom night! If the whole schools team is on Coke, coach will have to let you all play! (SO FUN, +2 fun and +1 fun)

All we gotta do is convince coach that cocaine is a good thing! A little hands-on demonstration won’t hurt…

Goat Head Potato Chips: (Liam/Scott)

Assemble an army of vengeful on the go torsos. (SO SMART, +2 creative and +1 smart)

Write an extremely mean blog post.

Sexiest Monster: (Liam/Scott)

Make your own version of the magazine, featuring a three-winged chupacabra on the cover.

Lean heavily on the “warrior” part — storm MONSTER Magazine and hold the editor-in-chief captive until he promises to stop exclusively promoting one aesthetic as the pinnacle of monster sexiness. (SO BOLD, +2 fun and +1 charm)

What should we cheer for bro?: (Scott)

We should cheer for the working class! Nothing will aid the rise of the proletariat like a hearty cheer!

We should cheer for each other, because friendship is the greatest part of all. (SO CHARMING, +2 bold and +1 fun)

Scotch: (Vera/Scott)

Yeah, it’s called Scott’s, but today is opposite day, so everything that Scott’s is actually Vera’s. (Vera <3)

You’re right Scott! That drink is your birthright! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Inventing new silverware: (Miranda/Scott)

The salad harp.

Hands. (Scott <3)

Damien vs. you: (Vera/Scott)

Here’s what I’m gonna do, Vera: I’m gonna give you hundred bucks, and you’re going to teach me your secret Oberlin combat style. (NOT SO WEALTHY, -2 bold and -1 fun)

I don’t know. Probably die, unless some big, strong, good-at-sports man decides to teach me how to fight. But where whatever find such a man?

Liam de Lioncourt

Liam’s writing: (Liam)

Passionate argument for the legalization of recreational chimera toxins.

A chilling expose the pasta industry’s Griffin-trafficking. (NOT SO BOLD, -2 charm and -1 smart)

Bats are so chiche: (Liam)

A hotdog stand.

A general feeling of unease. (NOT SO CREATIVE, -2 bold and -1 smart.)

Time Machine: (Liam)

3.85 billion BC, so you can be into existing before was cool.

Everyone knows that the dopest time in monster history was 1925… Specifically July 26, 2 AM to 5 AM. (NOT SO SMART, -2 fun and -1 smart)

Their own sport: (Liam/Miranda)

Don’t you see? The points were inside us all along!

DamienXLiam fanart: (Damien/Liam)

What the fuck is this? This fuckery, dear Damien, is ART. I present to you...yaoi. (NOT SO CREATIVE. Damien <3? -1 fun and -1 bold)

Don’t be silly! You don’t want to fight me…you're clearly fighting against your urge…for cuddling!

Eating food: (Scott/Liam)

Obviously the lychee-fruit flavored custard with a side of tofu and a drizzle raspberry extract is the most superior food on the plate.

Go for the brightly-colored bag of meat biscuits that somehow has...an anime drawing of Scott’s face on it?! That says “SCOTT SNACKS”?! (Scott <3)

Goat Head Potato Chips: (Liam/Scott)

Assemble an army of vengeful on the go torsos. (SO SMART, +2 creative and +1 smart)

Write an extremely mean blog post.

Sexiest Monster: (Liam/Scott)

Make your own version of the magazine, featuring a three-winged chupacabra on the cover.

Liam’s got no game: (Polly/Liam)

Coating yourself an insect pheromones. Don’t go after people: make people go after you. (SO SMART. Liam <3. +2 charm, +1 smart)

Dancing so hard that you also separate into a cloud of locusts.

You can’t sit with us: (Vera/Liam)

Well, I guess I’ll be going then, because there’s no way anyone could ever be as cool as Liam.

Let me ask you this: would an uncool person be giving Vera 50 Monster Dollars right now? (Vera <3)

Monster-Judge: (Vera/Liam)

True hideousness is on the inside — in your organs! A person with their organs on the outside would be the most hideous. (NOT SO CREATIVE, Vera <3?, -2 smart and -1 creativity)

A toned body, symmetrical face, nice features… Because traditional beauty standards are hideously mainstream!

Polly Geist

Liam’s got no game: (Polly/Liam)

Coating yourself an insect pheromones. Don’t go after people: make people go after you. (SO SMART. Liam <3. +2 charm, +1 smart)

Dancing so hard that you also separate into a cloud of locusts.

Badge Bikini: (Damien/Polly)

You know what crazy chaotic? Being single and partying forever! Destroying the institution of marriage. (SO BOLD, Polly <3, +2 fun and + bold)

Chaos is always better with some sensible agony — replace all the water in the school with swarms of mosquitoes!

Indementional game show: (Polly/??)

I present you with my grandmother‘s wedding ring… Still attached my Naked grandmother!

(Jaw unhinges, bees pour out.) (SO BOLD, +2 creative and + bold)

Financial Slaves: (Vera/Polly)

You can easily grow this arrangement into a business…just escalate and delegate! Have the financials slave go and acquire his own financial slave to give HIM money, and THAT financial slave go and find a financial slave… (Vera <3)

TELL HIM TO MARRY A LLAMA. (Polly <3)

Make them look dumb AND make money: (Vera/Polly)

why don’t you make up a phony work out craze? It worked for Frank Pilates, the inventor of Pilates. (SO CREATIVE, +1 creativity, +2 smarts)

Oh man, do I have a great praying for you: I call it “stealing”.

Food poisoning: (Polly/Miranda)

I surely do! It’s entitled “Silver-wear” and it’s where you take your most expensive cutlery and dress it in very fancy tiny outfits. (Miranda)

Yup. It’s called “dying”.

A new kind of serf: (Polly/Miranda)

Ooh, Miranda, you should get a puppy surf! It’s not an actual serf — dogs! (Miranda <3)

You should get a party serf,Polly! A surf to experience your hangovers for you!

Fad Diets: (Scott/Polly)

Have you heard of the Imhotep cleanse? It’s where you only eat things that came from mummy. Mummies are rare, so you get super skinny. Plus you get to Rob tombs!

You’ve heard of the Paleo diet. Not try the Jurassic diet! You can eat anything that isn’t dinosaur. Killing a T Rex alone will get you super buff! (SO BOLD. Scott <3. +2 charm and +2 fun)

Reverse Romanian Wilkinson: (Polly)

I love… Done that one loads of times! Just name a time and a place, and I’ll reversus all over your Romanian Wilkinson. (SO CHARMING, +3 fun)

Throw a smoke bomb and escape while leaving a replica of yourself. That should buy you time to figure out what a Reverse Romanian Wilkinson is!

Bored forever: (Polly)

You don’t have to. Whenever you get tired of existing, just go piss off a priest. (SO FUN, +2 bold and +1 creative)

Meth.

Casino date: (Polly)

Walk up to the closest blackjack table and that at all… On red.

Find the nearest horse race in literally bet your life on it. (SO BOLD, +2 fun and +money)

Impersonations: (Polly/Scott)

WOOF WOOF, IT’S ME SCOTT: A DOG BOY WHO IS BAD AT IMPRESSIONS.

LOOK AT ME I’M POLLY LOOK AT ME GO!!! (Scott <3)

Vera Oberlin

You can’t sit with us: (Vera/Liam)

Well, I guess I’ll be going then, because there’s no way anyone could ever be as cool as Liam.

Let me ask you this: would an uncool person be giving Vera 50 Monster Dollars right now? (Vera <3)

Monster-Judge: (Vera/Liam)

True hideousness is on the inside — in your organs! A person with their organs on the outside would be the most hideous. (NOT SO CREATIVE, Vera <3?, -2 smart and -1 creativity)

A toned body, symmetrical face, nice features… Because traditional beauty standards are hideously mainstream!

Her stalker: (Vera)

Threaten to feed a damsel to a sea monster. That’ll distract him.

He looks Greek. Why not bribe Zeus, the King of the Gods? (SO WEALTHY, +2 fun and +1 smart)

Cools and Un-Cools: (Vera)

Un-Cool students should have to carry Cool students from class to class chaises. (SO CREATIVE, +2 money and +smarts)

Rotting squid should be thrown at Un-Cool students to remind them how uncool they are.

Perfect Poker alternative: (Polly?/Vera)

Russian roulette.

The stock market. (SO SMART, +2 fun and +1 money)

Scotch: (Vera/Scott)

Yeah, it’s called Scott’s, but today is opposite day, so everything that Scott’s is actually Vera’s. (Vera <3)

You’re right Scott! That drink is your birthright! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

A Dinner gift!: (Vera)

A magic mirror that will always tell her how fabulous she looks.

The head of her greatest enemy. (NOT SO BOLD, -2 charm, -1 bold)

Financial Slaves: (Vera/Polly)

TELL HIM TO MARRY A LLAMA. (Polly <3)

Make them look dumb AND make money: (Vera/Polly)

why don’t you make up a phony work out craze? It worked for Frank Pilates, the inventor of Pilates. (SO CREATIVE, +1 creativity, +2 smarts)

Oh man, do I have a great praying for you: I call it “stealing”.

Damien vs. you: (Vera/Scott)

Here’s what I’m gonna do, Vera: I’m gonna give you hundred bucks, and you’re going to teach me your secret Oberlin combat style. (NOT SO WEALTHY, -2 bold and -1 fun)

I don’t know. Probably die, unless some big, strong, good-at-sports man decides to teach me how to fight. But where whatever find such a man?

SOMETHING HAPPENED TO…

Banned from the club: (Vera/Polly) (This depends on who has the higher charm score, the names don’t super matter.)

______! It’s hard to admit, but they could charm the pants off a statue — and have, on several occasions!

______! No kidding, I want to watch them seduce the entire population of Lemuria from orbit!

(If right: SO CHARMING, both gain +2 fun and +1 charm)

______’s cultural literacy: (Liam) Sabotage

______’s is so cultured, they can tell the difference between theater and theatre. (Gives ___ Liam <3, +3 creative to you)

______’s is so uncultured, they think “sonnet” is a female son.

Polly’s Deathday Party: Sabotage

______?! That reckless bastard eats gluten! GLUTEN, I tell you! She’ll be dead by noon, probably. (They get Polly <3, you get +3 fun)

______ is going to be around a loooooong long time, trust me — she already has a place reserved in a retirement community, and has taken up bingo, and became an expert knitter...game over. I mean game not over. Not for a long time. She is gonna die an old, old monster.

Interdenominational Prince

Help him fix his TV

Fuck that, let’s make up our own ritual. (+4 creative)

How about the ritual where you give me a pile of money and go away.

Indementional game show: (Polly/??)

I present you with my grandmother‘s wedding ring… Still attached my Naked grandmother!

(Jaw unhinges, bees pour out.) (SO BOLD, +2 creative and + bold)

Interdimensional bachelor part 2: (Scott/Damien)

Sign the name of Tyrelliott the Terrible, thus summoning him.

EAT THE CONTRACT. (SO BOLD, +2 fun and +smart)

THE COVEN:

An Adventure?

Stop the crime ghost who’s been taking over children’s bodies and using them to rob banks. You have a never-before-seen plan… (+4 creative)

Take on the greatest villain of all: income inequality.

Reverse Romanian Wilkinson:

You are trapped tackling online searching in a very short-sighted way… you need to come up with unexpected search terms that will point you in the right direction. (NOT SO CREATIVE, -2 charm and -1 smarts)

Use your people skills to get the three witches to admit they know what a Reverse Romanian Wilkinson is, and to tell you what you need for it.

COACH:

Drink of choice?

Both. (+4 bold)

Whiskey.

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