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Mayors of Pittsburgh and Paris pen joint op-ed in support of the Paris climate agreement

  • On June 1, President Donald Trump announced that the United States would withdraw from the Paris climate agreement. He said that he was elected to “represent the citizens of Pittsburgh, not Paris.”
  • On Wednesday, Pittsburgh Mayor Bill Peduto once again reaffirmed his position on the agreement by releasing an op-ed in the New York Times co-authored with the mayor of Paris, Anne Hidalgo.
  • “As the mayors of Pittsburgh and Paris, we’re here to say that we’re more united than ever,” the duo stated in their piece. 
  • Peduto goes on to explain that while the people of Pittsburgh are proud of their industrial heritage, they are ready for something new. Read more (6/7/17)

anonymous asked:

Hey! Can we have a Blacklist and Blacklist redemption crossover Au weekend, with all the characters? Poor Tom and Liz stuck being the peacemaker. Is it possible to bring together every Rp?

Summer Hiatus AU Weekend Requests

This would be amazing! We have a lot of RP’s and it’s gotten harder and harder to do a full RP event as our group as grown, but we will definitely try. There are some really fun characters on all sides that could get into some mischief on a joint op or something like that. I’ll make sure it’s added to the list!

It would be even more chaotic fun if someone would like to apply for Howard and we could have Howard and @askscottiehargrave trying to run point for the Halcyon side ;-)

that time Caitriona Balfe is the nicest human ever

I need to preface this by saying: I think ECCC was a bit under-prepared and overwhelmed by how many Outlander fans were there today. The lines were INSANE. I waited, each time I met Sam and Cait, no less than 45 minutes and over an hour for the autographing. and by the time we had made it to the hotel after the panel, to attempt the first autograph session, it was already filled up. at like 12:15. the panel ended at noon so like….HARDCORE. I am not so hardcore. I left and came back hahahaha

THIS GOT REALLY LONG IM SORRY

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Valkyrie has the vapours

Sooo… I am on week 3 of being sick with bronchitis and/or walking pneumonia, so forgive me for my ramblings and for taking so long to post.  Here’s my report from the front lines.  (I’m without my laptop so this will be a challenge.)  You might want to grab a beverage because I’m going to put this all in one post.

THAT HORRIBLE FEELING WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU MIGHT NOT MAKE IT TO THE CON IN TIME:  I came down with a stomach bug on Wednesday night (on top of the bronchitis) and was too sick to fly on Thursday morning.  Though the airline was able to rebook me on an afternoon flight, delays meant I would miss my connection.  After an hour standing at the JFK ticket counter during which options slipped away, I was finally able to secure an alternative flight… but had to endure a coach window seat for 6 hours despite having paid for a first class seat.  Thank god for the copious amount of drugs in my system that I was able to remain calm and get a little nap before running through LAX, rebooking yet again when I discovered a better connecting flight, and finally arriving at SeaTac after 1:00 am - 12 hours after I was originally supposed to land. The silver lining was that I was too distracted by the drama to be nervous about what I would say to Cait and Sam.

WAIT, WE’RE QUEUING UP HOW EARLY?  Luckily @chrismosstree and @myguiltyolpleasure scoped out the situation on Thursday afternoon and figured out exactly when and where we needed to be.  I awoke around 5 am after a couple hours of sleep to bid them farewell as they headed for the convention center, taking advantage of their generous offer to hold a place for me in line. Despite being dizzy and queasy I made my way down the street to our “holding pen” outside the main hall to wait for the panel discussion with Sam and Cait.   We were able to meet up with the lovely @supertam87, @sileas84, and @side-eyeing-you and chatted with a lot of other fans while we waited… and waited… and waited.  Seriously, you guys, attending a comic con is all about standing around and monitoring your fluid intake to make sure you don’t have to go to the bathroom at the wrong time.  Luckily I was dehydrated from the decongestants so I didn’t have to worry too much.

OH, MY GOD, IT’S STARTING!  Being in line so early paid off as we got 5th row center seats in the auditorium.  The hall was huge and completely filled up in a matter of minutes.  I feel like you miss so much in the room because you’re trying to switch from watching them on stage, to seeing them blown up on the screens to the side of the stage, to snapping pics, to trying to anticipate whether they are about to do something cute so your camera is at the ready.  Initial impression was that the panel was merely okay, but I’m jaded by having attended the NYC Apple Store event last year where it was a much more intimate setting and they were less guarded.  I’ll have to watch the video to see what I missed because I’ve seen a lot of cute gifs on tumblr.

GOOD LORD, HAVE THESE PEOPLE NEVER MANAGED LINES BEFORE?  The convention organizers came across as very disorganized.  Rather than routing us toward the hall through a series of roped off rows like an airport security checkpoint, we were crammed together in a pen behind some gates like cattle in a feed yard about to go to slaughter.  That set the tone for the day as staff struggled to figure out what to do with us as we queued for photo ops and autograph sessions.  All sense of time was lost as we stood packed cheek to jowl in very stuffy conditions.  By the time we approached our solo pics with Sam I was a sweaty mess - some combination of nerves, the cramped quarters, and the Robitussin.

A TOTAL OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE:  I turned into a blithering idiot during the photo ops.  For those of you who haven’t done this before, the process is similar to school picture day but with more yelling.  There is a tiny mirror hanging outside this curtained off area.  I seriously thought I was going to hyperventilate as we got close to the front of the line.  You have only a second to realize you are a sweaty mess before you give your ticket to someone and are waved into the booth.  You see Sam smiling with a fan plastered to his side while a photographer screams, “READY!”  *click* “NEXT!”  Then you are thrust toward Sam and he says hello while clasping you tightly.  You are too tongue-tied to say anything and too blinded by his beauty to look him in the eye.  "READY!“ *click* "NEXT!”  It’s over.  You can’t believe it happened, but you assume it did. Emotions were running high and we skipped away, giggling uncontrollably.  Then got back in line for the joint photo op and the solo Cait session…. which took all afternoon.  Observations: I’m shorter than I thought I was after seeing myself next to them.  Sam’s jacket is unbelievably soft and I’m surprised I didn’t pet him (or maybe I did - who can remember).  He smells really good (not that @chrismosstree would know…).  He’s also thinner than I expected.  Not skinny, but not beefy like in S1.  (He’s the same height as my brother but seems so much taller.) Cait’s legs are ridiculously long and her waist is in line with my bust.  She glows. It was all a blur.  I pride myself on being unflapable, but I was - well - flapped.  I was shy and embarrassed and nervous and excited and couldn’t put a sentence together, all at the same time. 

“THAT IS SO COOL!”  On to the autograph session and a two hour wait to deliver the Doll Frasers to Cait.  They had been packed in their little trunk and carried around all day while I mentally rehearsed what I would say.  A few people asked what was in the box (I carried it in a giant clear zip lock bag to guard again rain.) As I explained that our friend makes costumes for a set of Jamie and Claire dolls and poses them in scenes from the show, one woman asked if @outlanderedandoverhere had a booth at the con where she could buy her own set!  (There’s an idea for a revenue stream, Fiona…)  There were handlers taking each item to be autographed and passing them to Cait and Sam so that by the time you were in front of them the item was signed and you could be on your way.  I was a little worried that they might not allow gifts because I didn’t see anyone in front of me doing it and I had visions of carrying the trunk around for the next week only to have to ship it back to the U.K.  I knew I had to be quick and concise, so I removed the trunk from the bag and unlatched the lid.  I flipped it open and set the thr trunk down in front of Cait, telling her that we saw the Doll Fraser calendar on the wall in their makeup trailer and thought the cast and crew might like their own set of dolls to play with.  She said, “Yeah, yeah!” and lit up like a Christmas tree.  Seriously, smiling ear to ear and digging through the trunk.  I pointed out the charity t-shirts and she said, “That is so cool!”  She just could not stop staring at them while I babbled on about how the Doll Frasers have been adopted by our community.  Finally the handler tried to move on to the next fan and Cait sighed and reluctantly closed the trunk before tucking it under the table.  She even made a little sqeeing noise.  Sam was sitting too far away and occupied with signing to notice, and they were running waaay behind, so there was noopportunity to alert him to the transaction. However, the Doll Frasers were clearly a hit.  No telling where they go from here (I assume all gifts were sent to production offices in Scotland) but hopefully we’ll see or hear about them again at some point.

After that we were FINALLY finished for the day and headed out to meet up with other fans for dinner.  And, honestly, that was the best part of this event: meeting up with so many of you.  I have laughed (and coughed) so much in the last week that my abs might actually form a “six pack.” 😂  And I love how willing everyone is to share their experience and that so many are interested.

Some of you have asked about the cock blocking story.  It’s not that interesting and requires props and facial expressions to convey properly so it’s best done in person.  For some reason (ahem, @c2bend and @rainmanjdog) it’s taken on a life of its own.  Truly, I’m not trying to be a tease so I’ll see if I can figure out a way to tell it with @chrismosstree’s help.  We’re off to dinner now but will be back online later. 

tl:dr  Overall impressions are that Sam seemed very tired and a little guarded, Cait could not have been more lovely nor down to earth, and that we are an amazing, funny, smart, and lovely group of women.  Mwah!

SHHH!!!

Nick and Judy are back from a joint-ops with Jack’s team. It’s a long mission so let say she’s tired and finally got some sleep, he’s sleepy too but after so much trouble to get her to sleep without worries, you gotta keep it quiet for your Bun, even if it means shushing your own Boss.

I’m stuck at he bus station my brethrens and sisters. So what would you do when you have a lot of time on your hands, with the bonus of a sketchbook and pencil? I’ll be here for another hour so I figured I would make something for you guys.

I’m late for the Holy Crusade!
-Aquila Silverwings-🦅

It's A Sign

A/N: this idea popped in my head and it’s actually the cutest, so I couldn’t help but write it. please be gentle I’m not a great writer.
relationship: Hotch X reader
warnings: abduction, vague themes, and some violence. super sappy and eye rolling love confession.
ENJOY!!!
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Narrator POV

Slowly blinking your eyes, you begin to regain consciousness. Immediate confusion. You try to lift your hand to assess the throbbing pain in the back of your head, but it’s restrained. The eye goop clears out of your eyes as you blink it away. You begin to evaluate your surroundings. Deep breaths. Flashing red light straight ahead, cardboard boxes taped to the walls, some kind of rectangular room, small light above your head illuminating the chair you’re restrained to… another deep breath. Panic begins to rise in your chest. You try to make a sound, but can’t seem to. A bandana is tied tightly around your mouth.

“What Happened? How did I get here? Where is the team? Where am I…” Your thoughts race.

You look around the room frantically looking for any clues, trying to gather your thoughts that seem to be splatter across the floor. You can hear a slight beeping… sounds electronic. A shuffling of feet comes from the direction of the red light. A questionable chuckle begins to come from the same direction.

“Oh joy… this will be a fun one!” Pulling your thoughts together. It feels like a teeter-totter of emotions. You think to yourself. It’s better to joke than cry… you might do both. Overwhelmed… very overwhelmed.

“Helllllooooo, there!” A confident voice booms, coming from the direction of the beeps. Followed by someone quickly typing on a computer keyboard and a clicking of a mouse.

“Oh, alright! There she goes!” The voice excitedly says. The shadowy figure steps out of the darkness. Tall, nicely dressed, clean cut young man with a wild smirk on his face. He spins a computer screen around as your eyes grow wide. Penelope Garcia is onscreen. She’s totally not paying attention. Probably working on a case at the screen directly next to the one the webcam is turned on to. You try to make a sound to get Garcia’s attention.

“Nuh-uh, sugar. That would be too simple, wouldn’t it? Mic isn’t on yet, but you can hear her. Let’s call it a gesture of good faith!” He put some extra excitement on the last sentence for emphasis.

You need to pull your thoughts together! Come on. You’ve got this. Pick up some clues on the way. You’re here for a reason… why? British accent, cocky, harsh, lone wolf… you’re getting there. Start the profile…

You hear sounds coming from the computer. Penelope is still distracted at her other computer. The door behind her opens… Jennifer. JJ shuts the door behind her, file in hand, heels clicking, and a smile spread across her face. Not for long, though.

Looking down at the file… well her phone. Her phone was on top of the file. She begins to speak, but is cut off very quickly when her eyes find their way to the screen. Her eyes grow wide and she freezes. It seems like minutes before she reacts.

“GARCIA, LOOK AT THE SCREEN!” Penelope is jolted out of her deep concentration as she looks back a JJ, pointing at her other screen.

“oh my god… OH MY GOD! No, no, no, no, no, not again… not again. this cannot be happening again!” She increasingly gets louder.

“HOTCHNER! Garcia’s office now!” JJ screams out the hallway.


Aaron and the rest of the team come rushing into the room. Gasps and wide eyes are all that happened for several long seconds. But, all you see is Hotch. Hotch gave several demands as Derek and Emily scurried out of the room.

“Y/N…” Hotch gasped out lowly, but you could here him.

You have no idea what your captor wants from you. You can see him shuffling and preparing for something. Flipping switches, typing rather harshly, and tapping his foot impatiently.

“Well, now that the pleasantries are out of the way, let’s get to business! What I need from you is some information. If you can give me everything I need you MAY even get out of here with all of your body parts!! How exciting. But, a failure to cooperate may result in pain, nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite, and maybe even death. Even more exciting, am I right or am I right?” he exclaims beginning to get more excited clasping his hands together.

The team’s eyes are starting to change… they’re reacting. He flipped on the microphone. Good, this is good. Garcia can isolate background noises, measure room depth and height, analyze the surroundings, and find where you are. This is all good, there’s a chance you may get out of here. The profile is working against you, but the computer genius is working in your favor. This should make you feel better, but it doesn’t. It really doesn’t. There’s so much you feel like you haven’t done yet… so much you haven’t said. All you wanted right now was to be able to finish your PHD (which you dreaded finishing), going on boring ass stakeouts with Hotch again (which you had a love-hate relationship with), and drink awful police station coffee with stale bagels. Your thoughts wander back to Hotch. Oh Hotch… the things that you want to say to him more than anything right now. The things you’d been absolutely terrified to tell him. The thoughts you’d been hiding for years. Well, you thought you were hiding.


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You think back to the day Spencer nervously came up to you in the break room. He cleared his throat, “The human body subconsciously reacts to physical attraction. People tend to lean towards someone they’re attracted to when they’re talking. The human pupil dilates when looking at someone they love. We even tend to touch, said person, at unnecessary moments without realizing it…” Reid rambled on for five minutes while you sipped your coffee, occasionally zoning out. You finally cleared your throat because he began to look tired.

“Is there a point to this story, Doctor?” You chuckled at the naive young doctor.

“Oh, yes! Sorry. There is, indeed, a point and a good one at that. Y/N, I can see how you act around Hotch.” You choke on your coffee.

“Spence, you must be mistaken. I don’t have feelings for Aaron.” You laugh masking the thick nerves in the air. You lie seemingly well. But, Spencer saw right through it. He may be naive, sometimes, but he was a profiler first.


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You wanted to go back to that moment more than anything. Any moment that wasn’t this specific moment. You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a tear rolling down your face. Staring intently at the screen, at Hotch. He was staring right back, studying your face, and your body language.

“I need to know everything about Mission number 221, code name Morning Star.” Your captor spoke. Your heart sank immediately. Right then another tear dropped down your face, you were not getting out of here alive. Everything slowly started to make sense.


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Garcia began typing into every government search engine she could think of. She typed the code word and mission number over and over again. The first engine she looked at was FBI, classified documents. Second engine, MI5, classified. CIA, no information. Secret Service, classified. Setting off many alarms because of the nature of the operation.

“Garcia, I need something, anything! declassify the damn files, DO SOMETHING!” Hotch said hurriedly.

“I’m analyzing the background, running his voice through analog and voice rec, searching for the code words. I’m doing everything sir, everything.” Garcia sobbed slightly, tears silently streaming down her face.

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Morning Star was an undercover operation you were assigned before being assigned to the BAU. You were deep undercover for 18 months in Europe trying to find a mole in MI5 that was leaking operation secrets, safe house locations, undercover officer identities, and highly classified information from joint agency operations and task forces. When you finally began getting leads in the case it led you to a highly respected senior agent. You began a relationship with him to get closer to him and figure out who he was leaking the information to and who was targeting the FBI, MI5, and other joint forces currently working on operations together. Evidence led you to find ties to the Russian mafia. When your handler got your most recent evidence an infiltration of the mafia was put into place. After months of careful planning and investigation, your team found the headquarters of the group of Russian assassins targeting joint government agencies. The op was a go, you were ordered to apprehend the group responsible. During the breach of the base, the element of surprise was compromised when an alarm was triggered. The operation went south quickly. The senior agent mole and four Russian mafia members were killed in the operation while several unknown subjects escaped. After the Op your team received Intel that the Senior Agent’s son had deep connections in the Russian mafia. You and your entire team were immediately assigned back to the states after the sting due to your covers being compromised and unusable.


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You knew this was probably going to be the end. The mafia doesn’t simply let someone go that killed several of their own people and destroying their operation. You could not die. You could not die without telling Aaron the truth. You could not die with so many things left unsaid But, how? You were gagged and bound. Morse code? No, they probably wouldn’t recognize it right away. You have to tell him, you have to. While they work to get you out of here you need to get all unfinished business completed just in case you don’t make it out alive. Sign language, you could sign to the webcam! You learned last Christmas break when you were sick with the flu.


Liam, the senior agents son, approached you slowly. Becoming completely visible to the team. You assume Garcia is already trying facial recognition.

Liam cracked your arm with a whip unexpectedly, demanding information. You knew you couldn’t give him anything.

He quickly undid the bandana gagging your mouth, “TALK NOW!” he boomed.

You couldn’t say anything without risking the cover of the agents that went back under. Any slip up of any tiny bit of information could damage the entire operation and get the agents killed. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve been tortured. You just cried. There is nothing you could do to stop this. Now or never.

You began to sign while Liam was distracted.

Aaron first, life saving information second. sounds logical.

(A, closing your fist, lifting you hand, and waving it slightly.)
(signing A again)
(R, fingers crossed.)

“She’s signing…” Reid whispered, but you heard him. You smiled slightly.

Liam cracked the whip a dozen more times across your legs. You had to stop signing the pain was getting too great and you were afraid he’d see what you were trying to do. Tears were flowing like an open spout.

“This has been so much fun, Y/N. I’ll give you a little break to think about what you’re GOING to tell me.” He patted my head and threw the whip to the side with a huff. Wrapping the bandana around your mouth again. Sobs escape your mouth again. He walked over to the sliding door and the sun beamed through as he hopped down off a- something… you couldn’t tell. He left their mic on… mistake! Relief washes over you, there’s a chance. You began to sign again.

(O, making your hand a circle.)
(N, putting your thumb between your ring and middle finger)

“She spelled Aaron…” Reid stated with a slight shock in his voice. Hotch eyes widened, extremely surprised. You smiled through the sobs.

“Y/N, I’m here.” Hotch said sadly. You lifted your hand up with your pinky, thumb, and index raised. Sobs continued to escape through the bandana.

“and that means I lov-”
“I know what it means, Reid.” Hotch interrupted, sternly. The team focusing in on Hotch as he stared at the screen. Garcia continued to type trying to find anything she could to save you.


“I’ve got something!”


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Part 2?

Military Convo's on Skype
  • Buddy: I still wonder what would have happened, or what would happen now, if the US and Russia would team up instead of shitting in each other's boots?
  • Buddy: Just imagine that joint ops of Delta Force and GRU removing terrorist leaders together, or Su-33s launched from a USN carrier slinging shit at pirates.
  • Me: FSB Alfa and Delta...jesus christ
  • Me: That is a fucking scary thought
  • Me: FSB Alfa/SMERSH/Vympel, MVD SOBR, SpetsGRU, Delta, US Army Green Berets with US Navy DEVGRU, RUS VDV, US Army 75th Rangers, US Air Force Pararescue Jumpers for support?
  • Me: Fuck. That. Shit.
  • Me: That is a BIG NOPE.
  • Buddy: And we can throw in GROM and 1st RPIMa as well. For exotic nope.
  • Buddy: (yes, 1st RPIMa, 'cause FRANCE STRONQUE)
  • Me: HELL THROW IN GIGN, KSK, SWEDISH SOG and NORWAY'S FJK/MJK IN THERE
  • Me: THEY'VE ALL TRAINED WITH EACH OTHER ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS
  • Buddy: And we'll need a Scottish bagpiper playing the same tune as a Serbian accordion player. For the sake of psychological warfare. Hell, I'd surrender at the cold stare of the Serbian while the strident whine of the bagpipe drills into my ears.
  • Me: SHIT. SPRINKLE IN SOME BRITISH, KIWI (New Zealand) AND AUSSIE S.A.S ON THERE
  • Buddy: ... someone fund this as a movie.
  • Me: SERIOUSLY.
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I swear to my 6 formas Dex Sybaris! I by my pride of using the Sybaris before it became a trend weapon!
I was just making this, and writing something to go with it, I ended up writing a short story with at least three parts and possibly an idea for a full comic starring the four: Sharpshooter Jack Savage, Badass Cop Bun Judy Hopps, Designated Marksman Nick Wilde and Medic/Mechanic Hybrid Skye.
It was supposed to be a small piece, I swear! I don’t know why it turned out this way.

Horrible writings incoming
-Aquila Silverwings-🦅

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Jack’s team post joint-ops

The mission was long and everyone had a rough time but it was a huge success. Jack’s team parted with Nick and Judy to turn in their reports, and it sure is a boring process that she will either make him do it for her or turn it in a week later. Of course she’s too much of a valuable asset to get kicked out and she knew that and a certain lapin would not mind to do it for her no matter how much of a trouble maker she can be. After all, Jack can’t live without her, literally and figuratively, not only she patched him up in several tough missions with wounds that could have cost him his life but also when she’s around, the stress of the job is nowhere to be found. They knew there’s something between them but will it be something more or just simple partnership? The silence was broken when he heard Skye:

“Commander Savage! Commander Savage!!! Look at Wilde and Hopps over there!!”

With the excitement in her voice, he knew it would either be something interesting or something that will bug him for the rest of their “business trip” to Zootopia. Turning his gaze to the direction of whatever made her eyes all starry and wagging that tail of her like that one time he gave her chocolate on Valentine’s day, Jack found a red fox embracing his bunny partner with one arm, and seems to be shushing Chief Bogo with the other. He knew the fox is very cunning and capable of handling himself but this? Shushing his own boss for his significant other? Jack could do that himself if that was his artic fox partner but doubtful that their superiors would be as understanding as the Police Chief. A what seems to be fan-girling voice broke his trance of thought:

“Shushing his own boss! Oh My! They are adorable and so romantic! Partners dating! I wish you are half as romantic as them Commander Savage!”

The arctic vixen seems to be aware of her own words, unfazed, but it raises a question that they asked themselves several time: “We understand each other and cleared the misunderstanding, but is he/she ready to take it to the next step?”

In a monotone voice, Jack dodged the topic with uncertainty in his own mind:
“Uh huh! Sorry for not being romantic!”
As his thought drifted back to the trip on the way back from the island, to the discussion he had with Nick, to the conversation he had with her on the boat. Scrolling the phone to read Nick’s instructions while enjoying his coffee - the only thing ZPD has to offer on the field - Jack’s lost in thought again before turning to his colleague, no, his friend:
“You know, you don’t have to call me Commander Savage all the time. You are my friend, so you can call me Jack if you want. I… uh… like it better.”

“Hmmm??? Did I hear that right?? Can you repeat that?” - the playful vixen wouldn’t let him go with this, it’s too good of an opportunity to tease him. “Commander?”

“Geeez! You don’t have to emphasize Commander! I like it better when you call me by my name! Ok?”

Just being able to see the high and mighty Jack Savage turning red is good enough for her. It’s better than anything she could have asked for, it feels as good as when they had that heart to heart conversation on from the returning trip. She just look at him with a genuine smile, a smile that he himself would love to see and treasure forever:
“Okay, Jackie! I’ll call you by your name from now on!”

Her smile was more than enough to make his heart jump out of his chest, it was warm and gentle, a smile that he would love to see every day from now and till the end of time. She is the reason why he look forward to the date so much, a date that could be a disaster if not for the help of his unexpected allies, another dynamic duo, just like his, a fox and a rabbit teamed up with each other. Jack is quite happy that there are two mammals in a crazy city, solving crazy unthinkable stuffs, accomplishing amazing feats and most of all, they understand him and his partner more than others. With his mind made up, he turn to the vixen once again, asking the question that lingers at the back of his mind for too long:

“Hey, ehh, Skye! I know that we are staying in the same hotel. And… ehh… w… we kind of finished the operation early.. earlier than expected right?”

Upon saying this, he could have sworn the vixen’s eyes turned from starry night to the entire galaxy itself, jumping in place with excitement:
“You are right, we finished the operation early, which means we have tonight and the entire day of tomorrow to enjoy Zootopia!!”

“Yes.. yes.. of course!! Wait, did you just say we?”

“Indeed I did! Is there a problem Jackie? You have your own plans tomorrow? Or you prefer to spend time alone? I hope I’m not easing up your schedule.”

Seeing the sparks from Skye’s eyes fading away, looking down and seems to be snuffed out of all the excitement earlier, Jack almost panick at the sight of it, but he remembered what Nick told him, quickly get back on his feet, he tries to lighten up the mood of the vixen:
“Ah! No! Not at all! I don’t mind! I would love to spend some time exploring the city. It’s not like we get to visit it every day, right?”

“You do? I’m not messing up anything?”

“Yes, I absolutely do! And you are not messing up anything. I was about to ask you something. Are you free tonight? Do you have any plans?”

“Not at all, what’s on your mind? Hold on a second here, don’t tell me you are going to ask me what I think it is!”

“I have no idea what you are thinking! And would you like to join me for dinner tonight?”

“OH! MY! GOD!!! YES!!! I knew it! You were going to ask me that! I swear if Judy is not sleeping right now in Nick’s arms, I would go over there and tell her about this! I would love to Jackie! You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to ask me out!”

“You do? Is it ok if I pick you up at your room at 7? I think you could use some time to prepare so 7 seems reasonable, and I can finish the reports so we can enjoy the dinner with no worries!”

“Hmmm! 7 seems fine, I waited for 2 years, just 3 more hours is fine by me!……………Ohhh who am I kidding? Screw the reports, if you do it, it will be midnight when you are done! I’m getting my date tonight! Come on Jackie!”

They Don’t Know About Us I - Toothbrush

Pairing: Rob Benedict x co-star!Reader

Summary: Rob and the reader are together, but everyone else has no idea about them until they slip up at a convention. [parts 1 and 2 based off DNCE songs, Toothbrush and Jinx respectively]

Warnings: swearing (obviously, I mean, this is me we’re talking about)

A/N: The reader’s SPN character name is Lizzy Barnes. Just so you know. And no hate to the Rob-fans on Twitter and Tumblr; all of you are beautiful, and the angry fans in this story is purely fictional.

Originally posted by crowley-you-sinnamon-roll

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norcumi  asked:

15 minute flash fic -- Anakin actually knows that Obi-Wan and Rex are together -- and he's been very good at keeping that secret. How did he find out (and/or take being told)?

First one! I hope it’s okay, it took me a little to get into the rhythm of things.


Anakin figures out what’s going on pretty early on. He knows he is not always the most observant sentient in the universe, and he is pretty sure he would have been forgiven for not noticing; the war took up most of his attention, and if he wasn’t fighting a battle, then there always seemed to something else that Desperately Needed His Attention, Right Now.

             But never the less, Anakin knows how to watch, knows how to observe his surroundings, even if it is mainly an unconscious action at this point. As a slave, you either learn to watch, or things go very badly for you, very quickly, and Anakin had always been a fast learner.

             The first thing he notices are the looks, and really, a blind Hutt would not be able to miss some of the looks traded between his former master and Captain Rex.

             It had shocked him at first, the almost desperate want in Obi-Wan’s eyes. Anakin knew that his old master had feelings, even if it sometimes seemed like he didn’t, had seen first-hand what loosing Qui-Gon Jinn had done to the older Master. He had never really realized however, that Obi-Wan perhaps, understood all too well what Anakin felt when he looked at Padme, until one evening, when he glanced up from a field report to see Obi-Wan lost in thought, his eyes a little distant, and almost sad. Carefully, Anakin followed his gaze, curious as to what could cause such an expression. Rex stood across the room, talking in a low voice with Cody and Kix. Glancing back at Obi-Wan, Anakin found the older man’s eyes focused back on his datapad, a small frown on his lips.

             The next thing that had clued Anakin in was the touches. As long as he had known him, Obi-Wan had been very sparing when it came to physical contact, and extremely picky about who he allowed within his personal space. Anakin, Knight Muln, a few others from the temple; Anakin could count the list on one hand. So rounding a corner one day to find Rex and Obi-Wan in deep conversation, Rex’s hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, had been more than a little surprising. The two men both took a step back when they realized Anakin was there, but he had kept his mouth shut, noticing the way Rex’s eyes followed Obi-Wan’s every move.

             So it had not taken him long to being to have his suspicions. And it seemed he was not alone. Cody confided in him one night that Obi-Wan seemed to sleep more when they did joint ops with the 501st. Anakin noticed Rex responding just as effortlessly to Obi-Wan as he did with Anakin, if not more. The looks never stopped, and Anakin began to catch Rex returning them.

             All in all, Anakin was really not all that surprised, when he walked into Obi-Wan’s quarters on board the star destroyer one night, intent on dragging his mentor out of hiding and down to the mess hall, only to look up from his comm to see Obi-Wan and Rex scrambling apart. All three men froze, staring, silence ringing throughout the small room.

             Anakin’s first instinct had been to make a joke, to tease, but as he opened his mouth, he caught sight of the look in Obi-Wan’s eyes. Wide-eyed panic, and even fear. It was disconcerting to see the older man look scared, but it was a fear Anakin felt he knew, even as Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered from him to Rex, and back. The fear of losing something precious, something vital. Rex did not look that much better; the clone had gone stiff backed and blank faced at the sight of his general.

             Anakin looked between the two for a moment longer, before smiling, and rolling his eyes. Without a word, he turned on his heel, and left the room. He’d find Ahsoka, or maybe Fives, for dinner company.

             When he saw Obi-Wan the next morning, neither of them mentioned the previous night, but there was something softer, calmer, about Obi-Wan’s eyes, and indeed his entire presence in the Force, that had not been there in longer than Anakin could remember.

Meet Me Halfway - 2/2

A CS prom/reunion AU

Rated M

Also on AO3

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Some would call Killian Jones a hopeless romantic. He’d call himself a fucking glutton for punishment. 

Ten years had passed since he’d danced in this very same gym with Emma Swan, kissed her and taken her home. Ten years since he’d lain with her in his bed, limbs tangled with her head resting on his chest in post-sex bliss. Ten years since he’d woken up alone, a single, scribbled sentence on a piece of paper breaking his heart.

He’d skipped graduation, wholly unable to be in the same room as Emma, picked a fight with Liam and left town, driving across the country to San Diego and the Naval Training Center. Throwing himself into his career, letters and phone calls home had been sporadic, especially after he shipped out with Special Ops at the age of twenty-four. It had been hard for the military to track him down when Liam died, the news finally catching up to him at the massive cave complexes at Zhawar Kili in Afghanistan a week after his brother was already in the ground.

The job was all Killian had left until a joint op with Army Special Forces went horribly wrong and leaving him permanently disabled, doctors unable to save his left hand. He found himself medically retired at the age of twenty-six, too much loss hardening him.

His brother.

His hand.

Her.

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Tuesday, November 18

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Courtesy of Kotaku

Are you proud of yourselves?

Are you proud that you bullied Jennifer to the point where she can’t even take a picture with her co-star? Are you proud of sending so much hate to Lana that she had to take a twitter break? Are you proud of accusing the staff of the convention of being homophobics to the point where they had to defend themselves on twitter? Are you proud of scaring Jennifer so much that she felt the need to cancel the photo op with Colin to stop you from sending hate?

Are you proud of having done this to people like me who are going to the convention in Paris and were giddy and happy about the possibility of being in a picture between Colin and Jennifer? I have saved for MONTHS for this. It could have been a dream come true, so thank you for going and crushing it. Have I ever been mean to you our your ship? Did I deserve this?

I don’t care what you ship. You ship SwanQueen? Fine, go ahead, be my guest. However, I hope you do realize that it is NOT a canon ship. This is not me being mean, this is stating the obvious. It is not. Regina is in love with Robin, Emma is in love with Hook. This is how it is and how it is going to stay on the show. Hook and Emma are in love, so why can’t we get a joint photo op with the canon couple of the show? I’m sure no one would have minded if Ginnifer and Josh came to the convention and did a joint photo op, right?

Hook and Emma are not together because they’re the common, straight white couple. Jesus Christ, Hook is actually disabled, and i feel like people forget about this. They are together becuase of how they feel about each other. Because of how they understand what the other has been and is going through, because of their chemestry and their mutual, unconditional love.

I feel like you go around and scream HOMOPHOBIC!! every time you want to get what you want, because you know it’s a touchy subject.There is no gay character in Once upon a time (aside from Mulan, but she’s not on the show anymore), and there doesn’t HAVE to be one. Not if the writers didn’t plan it in their story, and that does not make them, nor the actors, homophobic. You cannot use the “but there’s not a single gay person on this show” as an excuse to be mean.

I know there are lots of good people in this fandom. This is not for you. This is fot the ones who felt the need to be rude and just plain mean to the actors, and to ruin what could have been a wonderful thing for some fans.

Once again, are you proud of yourselves?