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🌟THE GOLDEN THREAD TAROT🌟

I’ve only just been able to tear myself away from these beautiful cards in order to make this post. They arrived this morning and ever since, I’ve just been handling them and taking endless photos. I swear, it’s impossible to take a bad picture of this deck! 

Some thoughts and first impressions bellow the cut! 

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LEO: You really don’t want to admit it, because it’s a pretty ridiculous thought, but you’re scared of what being fully healed from the heartaches you’ve experienced entails. Because you aren’t sure of who you are when you aren’t hurting and you don’t know how to observe the world with unclouded eyes. It’s okay to be apprehensive of the sides of yourself that you haven’t had many opportunities to become acquainted with. While you may know yourself better than anybody else, that doesn’t mean that you need to be an expert on all things you. It’s okay to still be in the process of meeting yourself and figuring out who you are. You aren’t racing the clock.

VIRGO: You’re finally embracing the things you’ve been talking about doing for so long, but something feels off about it and you don’t know why. Because isn’t this the thing you’ve been working towards? Isn’t this the life you pictured yourself living after pulling yourself out of the gutter and onto the grass? I don’t think it’s right to assume that you’ve made the wrong decision here, but it’s important to remember that not everything you wrap your arms around is going to feel soft and easy to swallow. Sometimes the right decision has to hurt in order for it to be the right decision. Soon you’ll know if there’s anything that needs changing.

LIBRA: I know that trusting your instincts after being led astray so many times is a difficult thing for you to wrap your head around. You’re not the type to forget about the poor decisions you’ve made, or the mistakes you’ve given life to. However, road bumps and wrong turns aside, you are still a person worth listening to. It may seem as though everybody else has a map showing them the route to success and that yours was lost in the mail, but I’m going to let you in on a secret: nobody has a clue, a lot of us are just really good at acting as if we are. You haven’t fallen behind, you’re running with the wolves.

SCORPIO: Everyone assumes that you have a lot of love in your life but, while it’s easy to pinpoint a handful of people that have handled your heart with the utmost care, it’s easier to identify those that haven’t. At the end of the night the latter is what plagues your thoughts and wrings the tears out of your eyes, and admitting to that seems like a sign of weakness. But I want you to know that you aren’t obligated to live up to the expectations that the world holds for you. You’re allowed to make your own goals and visit your own places of interest. And the people that can’t love you for that aren’t people that you need surrounding you, anyways.

SAGITTARIUS: You have a tendency to look for yourself in everybody you meet, stacking your personality traits up like chips in a poker game that you’re destined to lose. The problem here is that in order to do this it involves reducing yourself to the most basic of traits and that isn’t what you are. Just because you can rattle off a list of acquaintances that use humor to detract from a situation in the same way that you do, doesn’t mean that you’re a carbon copy conglomerate of the souls you’ve met and interacted with. You’re unique, and you’re a lot more than simply a list of shared qualities. There are parts of you that cannot be put into words.

CAPRICORN: Has anybody told you lately that they’re proud of you? I know that things have been piling onto your windowsill and that you haven’t had the energy to clean it off yet but you’re still standing tall and you’re still here and that’s something to be happy about. Celebrating the small victories isn’t something that you’re used to doing, but it’s time that you start; it’s time that you open your eyes to all of the things that you do on a daily basis that warrant praise and positive attention. An action doesn’t have to be monumental in order to be important. You do wonderful things each and every day.

AQUARIUS: It’s been difficult to get back into the depths of your passion because there’s a really loud voice in your head saying that it isn’t worth it. A feeling of insecurity welling up in your throat and spilling out of your mouth whenever you open it to speak. Sure, your dream is big. Cynics may have told you that it isn’t worth pursuing. But there’s a reason that you’re chasing what you are, right? It’s because it makes you happy, and it makes you feel whole. And I know that it can be incredibly discouraging to stumble over things you care about, but you just have to keep walking despite all of that. Your goals are worth it.

PISCES: Lately you’ve been haunted by the memories of people that only came into your life to take. The nightmares have become an almost regular guest in your bed, taking the sheets and kicking your shins every night like clockwork. I want you to know that what you need to do in order to gain closure over the unkind past seems terrifying because it is. I also want you to know that you deserve to move on from those that have harmed your growth in the past. It may seem impossible to reach a place of contentment with the situation you’re picturing as you read this, but you’re more than capable of surviving what’s follow you. Allow yourself to thrive.

ARIES: Taking care of yourself still feels foreign, sometimes. Acting adult-like is an oversized jacket that you’re familiar with shrugging off and leaving at home despite the weather that requires its presence. There’s too much societal and social pressure to be fully grown all of the time, in my opinion. Not to say that you shouldn’t be responsible, or that you don’t already take care of the things that you need to, but you’re able to reevaluate what it means to be a successful human being. You aren’t chained to standards or rules or cookie-cutter definitions of “being a grown-up.” Don’t lose touch with the roots that mean so much to you.

TAURUS: Another ending, another heartbreak, another name written through the steam on your shower wall. It isn’t fair that you give so much and still only get apple cores and empty promises handed back to you. I know you’re starting to wonder if it really is a “you-thing,” if the absences you’ve needed to learn to exist around were created by your own hands in ignorance. While most failed connections falter on both sides of a line, that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to be mean to yourself for things that aren’t exclusively your fault. Being kind to yourself is a practice that will benefit you more than you know. It’s okay to give yourself a break.

GEMINI: Happiness is a lover that always sends you postcards but never tells you when they’re coming home. You’ve grown so accustomed to their quick scrawl reading “wish you were here” that you can almost predict each cards’ arrival after every new bout of sadness. It feels like your emotions enjoy mocking you a lot of the time, making you cry over your latest heartache while reminding you of the moments in which you felt nothing but pure and unfiltered joy. I can’t guarantee the continuous presence of bliss in your life, but I will say in confidence that it’ll always come back to you. Even when you think it won’t. Especially then.

CANCER: It’s a lot easier to let the dying embers of a fire fade into darkness than it is to stoke them back to life. I know that you’re tired of crouching next to weak flames, watching them flicker and refuse to glow despite your best efforts, and for good reason. Everybody knows that you deserve better from the world, that isn’t a question. How could you, the big-hearted lover of love, be destined for something as ugly as this? The answer is that you aren’t. Large, beautiful, fulfilling things are on their way, slowly but surely. Don’t forget that it won’t always feel like this. You won’t always view happy moments as a quick reprieve from the norm. Promise.

the war repackage concept: exo sitting around the strategy table like the one in monster looking all beaten n bruised n arguing amongst themselves out of frustration bc they losing this war. they’re in deep shit n they don’t know how to get out of it, they been tryin to think up a plan but nothing is working. the resistance is failing. too many deaths too many injuries not enough man power. they can’t sustain their forces. in the midst of the yelling the double doors swing open and the camera pans to a shot following a mans footsteps as he walks calmly to the table. silence falls and hope rises. frowns even out, junmyeon looks relieved n there’s a satisfied smirk on bbhs face. the camera pans up and zhang yixing takes the only empty seat at the table. he smiles. the healer has arrived. their wild card. it’s time to win the war.

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Favourite Acting Scenes – Isak is taken home by Even. (2.10 part 5)

A request from an anon. Also known as the Norwegian ‘Looking’. 

Sometimes, the biggest mistakes actors can make in a scene relies on their ability to make their eye contact convincing. The problem is that often actors feel like they need to maintain contact with their scene partner through their eyes, as if that is the only authentic way that the contact between two people in a conversation is established. The result is that they either are overtly staring at their scene partner, or they feel very over-active. In all reality, most of the time, when people are talking to another person they are mostly looking away, thinking in images, seeing memories. There are exceptions, however; when you’re (falling) in love is one of them. Yes, you might experience less eye contact at the beginning because of shyness, but when you feel that strong affection for someone –even when you’re talking – you will make more eye contact. And that is what happening in this scene: a lovely progression of how eye contact can make all the difference in a scene, when a young guy is connecting for the first time with another guy who might return his affections in the way that he wants him to.

Up until now Isak has felt an attraction to the new guy in school, has had a conversation with him, watched him walk to his boys, and watched some video on this guy as well. And in these last two moments, he is quite overtly staring, because he’s not in direct contact with the person in question.

This changes when Even appears next to him in the tram. This is unexpected, scary, lovely and a dream come true, all rolled into one moment. Isak is feeling extremely shy; he only takes very quick looks and that lovesick smile (that we see return in episode 8) let us know that he thinks, oh shit, what now!! Even makes a cute birdface, tries to offer him a way in (“awesome conversation!”), keeps looking at him but when it takes too long to respond he looks away to find another connection. But then, Isak thinks, he really searches for words, knows it’s now or never and remembers: he’s at least eighteen. He looks Even straight in the eyes. You wanna make use of that ID card?

After arriving at Even’s place and complimenting the artwork, Isak subtly changes in front of our eyes. The most interesting about this scene, I feel, is the fact that we see Isak grow in confidence. Is it okay that I’m staring at you? During their ‘Smoking in the Windowsill’ moment, Even is already confident in his attraction to this boy: he stares quite intently, as if he wants to really take this boy in, burn his image into his memory, show him that he’s interested. Isak returns the eye contact a bit more frequently but he’s still looking away often. But there’s a moment, where Even tells him ‘we’ll listen to him later’, that Isak realizes that it’s okay. He still wants me here. He’s responsive to what’s happening here. Maybe it’s okay that I look at him some more. They laugh. They joke. They genuinely enjoy each other’s company.

When Even finally looks outside in a silent moment, Isak takes his chance. You see him take a conscious decision: I am going to look at you now. I am really, really interested in you. You’re so beautiful. He can’t help but give a small smile. Even is in his own world for a second, probably debating on how this is going to continue further, his eyebrows in a frown as if he’s thinking intensely.

But the moment he looks at Isak, his face relaxes. His smile widens a tiny bit. All his thoughts disappear, at least for a few hours.

During the ‘Making of the Worst Toast in the World’ scene, this game of exchanging looks continue, but Isak’s not really scared anymore, he’s smiling the entire time. He’s blatantly staring when Even offers him beer, but this time, he doesn’t look away. Even after that moment, he keeps staring in small increments, hearts in his eyes. And Even, when Isak’s busy with his phone, returns these hearts and gives his own hearts too.

Should we (put it in the oven)? Even asks.

Let’s go! Isak says.

And they do. Until Sonja arrives.

Have I been wrong? Isak thinks. 

Because let’s remember, this is not only a scene in which he has to find out whether Even returns his flourishing feelings; it’s even more important to Isak because he feels like he has found a kindred spirit, a guy who likes guys, who likes him, a boy. And maybe that is also why he’s been so careful in the beginning: what if Even feels that it’s not okay for me to look at him like that? It’s a real fear for people within the LGBTQ+ spectrum. But the subtly acted ways of the different eye contact between these two in this crucial scene has already found an answer for these two.

There is no turning back now.

 Previous parts: here.

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thursday, jul 20, 2017
spent lunch with mozart’s the magic flute. i’ve been reading up on more operas over the past few weeks in preparation for the coming semester; my music report card arrived and i’d really like to bring my grade up this year so that’s a big goal !!! 

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@everysinglepheel @damnsparce @royal—ninja @cherrykabo @shiritakunaii @hot-potato-cold-bazooka your terrible cards have arrived and the last card is free to use with credit, happy valentine’s day you nerds ; w ;

Every Me And Every You - Thirty Five

You remained knelt in the bath behind Spencer until it was no longer just uncomfortable to kneel in the position you were in, but actually painful. When it started to hurt you released your grip on him and repositioned yourself, sitting on your bottom with your own knees drawn up. The tub wasn’t big enough for you to slot your legs at the side of him. Had you been in front, it might have been different.

Feeling you pull away he lifted his head and took in a few deep breath, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands.

“Okay?” you asked, placing your hand on his shoulder. He reached up with his own hand, placing it on top of yours.

“I will be. Thank you for being here.”

“That’s what friends are for right… The others would have done the same for you if you’d have needed them. Although I can’t quite imagine Derek climbing into a bath tub with you but I’m sure he’d have given it a go.”

He gave a tiny laugh.

“I need to go to the funeral home tomorrow. Luckily, he pretty much planned his own funeral and had everything picked out already. It’s not like he had much else to do. I just need to sign some papers and see when they can do it.”

“Okay. I’ll need to let Hotch know how long I’m gonna be out for.”

He squeezed your hand on his shoulder.

“How long do you have off?” he asked.

“I dunno, I’ll stay for as long as I can without it seeming odd. See when the funeral is and I’ll take it from there.”

“Thank you. Again.”

“It’s nothing. I’m getting out now, my legs are cramping again and it feels odd being in a bath in my underwear. I’ll shower tomorrow morning, but I think I’m gonna climb into bed.”

“Okay. I’ll finish up and be out in a minute.”

You climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around you, discarding your sodden underwear on the floor in a corner and picking up the rest of the clothes you’d removed. You’d send them down to the laundry service you’d read the hotel offered.

Dressing in the shorts and tee-shirt you’d pulled from your bag, you climbed into bed and waited for Spencer.

He followed around ten minutes later, crawling in besides you in just a pair of boxers, his hair still damp from the tub.

Turning the lights off you lay in silence. Normally when you were lying together circumstance weren’t as sombre.

“You were right by the way,“ he said quietly, staring up at the ceiling.

“How so?”

“He received the letter I wrote, by fed ex, yesterday afternoon. He passed during the night. The nurses said he had the letter next to him on the bed when they found him.”

“Spence….. ”

“Don’t say I told you so. Please.”

“As if I would. Not about this anyway. You did the right thing. ”

“Yeah… The right thing.”

You rolled over and snuggled next to him, laying your head on his chest and feeling the warmth from him, thinking how intimate this actually was. It seemed far more intimate cuddling with him than actually having sex with him did. His arm snaked around your body, pulling you closer and you heard his breathing start to even out.

You slept.

The next few days were emotional. You accompanied Spencer to the funeral directors and to the various other places he needed to visit.

The funeral was to be held on Tuesday, which gave you a few days to sort out the minor details. William Reid had wanted a burial and it gave just enough time for the plot to be prepared and to get word around to his work colleagues. Spencer had very little family on his dad’s side, William had been an only child and his paternal grandparents had both passed years ago. However he was well liked at his work, and the company had given permission for the majority of his colleagues to attend the funeral. There wasn’t going to be a service afterwards. To be able to get the funeral at such short notice, you’d had to accept an afternoon burial, the last one of the day. It was to start at 3pm.

The funeral director had asked Spencer if he wanted to perform any readings or to write a eulogy. Spencer had flatly refused.

“I didn’t know my father well enough to be able to eulogise him,” he’d told the man, numbly.

“I’m sure we can find someone to do it. Perhaps one of his work friends,” you’d said.

In the end Diana had offered to write it. She knew him the best, after all she’d been his wife and carried his child into the world.

Your biggest worry, which you kept to a yourself, was would she be well enough to actually attend the service to read what she’d written. She was stable currently, but this was taking its toll on her emotions. Her nurses had told Spencer that she hadn’t been sleeping well these last few nights. Stress could aggravate her condition and if his mom couldn’t go, you seriously doubted Reid would go.

Hotch had given you permission to stay until Wednesday, needing you back in work on Thursday at the latest. Spencer would be allowed to remain as it was his direct parent but technically, you had no real reason to be there. Hotch was gracefully allowing you to support your friend because the team cared so very much about him. A huge bouquet of flowers and a card had arrived at his mom’s hospital over the weekend from the BAU, and when Spencer actually remembered to check his cell, he had messages of support from them all.

You spent a lot of time with Diana over the weekend and on Monday, whenever you weren’t running errands with Spencer, you were both in his mom’s home. Sometimes you all talked, other times you played cards, both Diana and Spencer being impressive card players. Well, they were from Vegas you supposed.

Diana still had her suspicions about the two of you, you could tell by the way she watched your interactions, the flick of her eyes everytime one of you touched the other or the slight smile whenever you called him ‘Spence’.

You couldn’t blame her for wondering. Yes other friends would have supported him, but how many of them would be doing it from the same hotel room, sharing the same bed night after night. Nothing had happened whilst you were here. It wasn’t the right time or place and neither of you were in the right frame of mind to be playing. Instead, once you’d gotten back to the room at night, you watch TV or read a book that you’d picked up at the local mall where you’d made him take you so you could find an appropriate dress to wear as well as some other items, forcing him to buy a suit to wear as well. Being ‘there’ for someone who didn’t know how to feel about the loss of his father was emotionally draining. One minute he seemed okay, the next he was angry, spouting off about how his dad had abandoned him and his mom, and that he didn’t know why his mom was so upset over his death. Then he’d be sad, berating himself for not going to see him again and making amends. He hadn’t sobbed again since the first day, at most a few tears had left his eyes. You almost wished he would cry properly, and let it all out. But that didn’t seem to be his way.

He’d lashed out at his mom a few times too, his tongue bitterer than you’d ever heard him before. Whenever he did that, he always left her room, you staying with her to make sure she was okay. When he came back, he’d always be full of remorse and apologies, the older woman telling him not to worry, that she understood. Because she did, her mind was almost as brilliant as his.

The day of the funeral came, Spencer spending most of the morning extremely quiet. You doubled checked the arrangements were all in place in the morning, before dressing and meeting with his mom at her hospital to accompany her to the church. An aide was coming with her, just in case.

The church ceremony itself was short, there were no more than thirty people in attendance most of whom had come from William Reid’s work. There were a few neighbours and friends, but it appeared that he mostly kept himself to himself after he’d abandoned his family.

A short reading had been given by William’s closest friend, a man called Peter who lived in the same apartment building as him and another had been provided by his employer.

Then it became time for Diana’s. She stood there at the podium reading out loud and clear, looking her son in the eyes as she spoke the words she’d written to eluogise her dead ex husband.

“It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone. 
William and I have certainly had a rocky past, but today: we aren’t going to focus on that. I would like to tell you all a story about him. When William and I were first married, he decided that we were going to go on a romantic picnic. We drove for a long time, to get to a place that William told me was special to him. When we finally arrived, and had trekked up to the top of a hill. William told me a story of how he came to this spot as a child, and I enjoyed the serene peace up on the hill. We talked, and laughed, telling stories. We didn’t even realise that half of our picnic had blown down the hill and was being devoured by a family of ducks! The sight of the ducks eating the picnic William had made had us both in fits of laughter. It was a very mundane moment, sitting on a rug and laughing over ducks: but that is how I’d like to remember him. As the man who found it hilarious that the ducks were eating our food, yet he made sure we drove to a local diner to make sure we still got to enjoy our wonderful meal. It was a day filled with loving memories that I’m certain I will never forget. We may have been separated for longer than we were together now, but I won’t ever forget this man. He gave me the best gift I could have ever wished for, he gave me my son, and I will be forever grateful to him for that.”

As everyone made their way outside and over to the grave for the burial, people kept stopping Spencer and telling him how proud his dad was of him, how he kept a photo of him on his desk at work, and how whenever Spencer’s name was mentioned in an article or an essay he’d written was published, William would bring in the clippings to show off. They’d then move on to his mom, offering her their condolences even though they’d been separated for twenty two years.

You could feel the anger starting to build up in Spencer, his fists balling up. To an onlooker it would appear that he was upset by the death of his father, a man he loved.

You knew different. He was upset by having to be here to mourn the death of a man he didn’t feel deserved to be called a father. And these people who clearly meant well, were grating on him something rotten.

You wanted to tell him to calm down, but you knew it would make him worse. Instead you slipped your hand into his, stroking it with your thumb in what you hoped was a calming measure.

Reaching the graveside, he stood next to his mother. Where you’d expected him to comfort her, he didn’t, keeping his arms by his side instead.

His mother was crying quietly, a sight that broke your own heart. The aide was comforting her, a job her son should have been doing. Instead, he just looked irritated at her tears.

The coffin was staring to be lowered and Spencer began to shake his head as his mother’s crying intensified. It was painful watching him not going to her when she needed him so badly. But you didn’t dare say anything to him.

Finally, he pulled his hand out of yours, turning on his heel and walking off. The coffin was barely in the ground and the rest of the procession looked after him, assuming he’d stalked off because he was upset.

His mom watched him go, her mouth open in shock and you were torn between going after him and doing the job that he should be doing and looking after his mom.

You moved to her side instead, not quite touching her but standing close enough so that she could reach out if she needed too.

“Go,” she whispered through her tears. “You’re here for him not me. It’s nearly over here anyway.”

That was all you needed and you quickly followed his footsteps, finding him pacing in the parking lot.

“What the actual fuck Reid?”

“I couldn’t take it anymore. She shouldn’t be crying over him. He left her, he abandoned her, he abandoned me, when we needed him the most. And she’s sobbing like she’s lost the love of her life. And all those people… ” He was seething. “All those people talking about how proud he was of me, like he had anything to do with my achievements. I can’t… I can’t be here. I need the car keys, I want to go back to the hotel.”

“Spencer! You can’t. You need to help your mom.”

“Y/N, please…. I can’t be here. I’ll cause a bigger scene that I already am. Keys. Now please.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No. I need you to look after her. Please. She likes you, a lot. I know this is more than I deserve right now, and I know you think I’m being horrible but I need to get out of here. Will you please make sure she’s okay and tell her I’m sorry.” He shoved his hands through his hair, a man ready to break down again.

Fuck.

You rummaged in your purse and pulled out the keys to your hire car, handing them to him.

“Thank you.” With that, he turned and walked away, getting into the car and driving off.

He’d left you here, he’d actually walked out on his own father’s funeral and left you with his mom.

What the fuck.

Okay but can you imagine the horror that is Draco Malfoy online shopping? Poor Harry would regret ever introducing him to the internet everytime the credit card bill arrived.

My Dream With You

Hey there,

I am back from the dead but only for a short time. I saw this wonderful Shallura fanart from @breezycheezyart and just had to write something for it. It didn’t turn out as I imagined it to and not nearly as wonderful as the fanart but hey at least I wrote something.

Pairing: Shiro/Allura (Voltron)
Warnings: No warnings apply
Words: 1272
AO3

Shiro rolled his shoulders and couldn’t wait to get home so he could finally relax. He was in desperate need of a break after having worked so hard for multiple days. The fact that he had sold his car a month ago and now had to use the trains and busses to get to hid work place only worsened everything. But he only had to think of the cause for it and sighed.

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Olicity- Clashing Parallels (Part 1)

Note: I joined some wonderful people in CampNanoWriMo in April. The story didn’t follow as well as I would like but I reached my goal and I manage to tell the story as I intended from the start. Hope you all like it.

Summary:  Oliver Queen, the recently returned from the dead rich playboy, and Felicity Smoak, newly arrived at Starling City, find themselves unknowingly living parallel lives. What happens when parallels clash together…


The sun was yet to shine over the suburb as the hasty pace of the petite blonde echoed the street. Many would call her beautiful with the long blond hair, soft features punctuated by bright red lips, and deep blue eyes shining behind the glasses. Her face held an interesting mix between softness and determination. Especially now when her long legs didn’t seem quite long enough for the urgency of covering the distance.

With a soft disappointed sigh she walks pass the coffee shop, and almost runs up the rail’s station stairs. Almost out of breath she manages to smile facing the packed platform. She didn’t miss it. The morning train must be late.

Mentally she lists everything she had planned to bring afraid something was forgotten. But before she’s done the train arrives and the rush to get a seat takes over every person around her. Not her though, she’s too nervous to sit.

It’s her first real job. Up until now she only had part time little jobs to pay for her needs at MIT and chip in at home, this time she was working full time. It wasn’t her dream job but it was closer to it. Queen Consolidated IT department was a reference to all MIT graduates. It offered internships, something Felicity wished she could have applied too but money was scarce and keeping up with the payments for MIT and stay in Starling City was impossible.

Through the glass, the timid dawn of a winter’s day, cast a faint lighter tone to the sky and soon the street lights fade and people start moving about. The endless stream of buildings closes the line sight as they grow in high and closeness.

The first city station opens up space on the car as the first wave of commuters gets off. Felicity breaths in the fresh air that starts to fill the car. She welcomes the oxygen saturated intake before the doors close.

Her station is next and she joins the long stream of people. The giant clock over the station main exit informs her she has but 30 minutes to go through the maze of streets that is Starling City Business Center.

It’s of no surprise that a big part of the people leaving the station takes the same path she does. How many will be her co-workers? How many of these people will be acquaintances in a few days, weeks, from now? She wished for none but she knew better.

Everyone seemed to be rushing, just like she was; it was amazing how faster she walked when she did it with others with the same aim.

The Security Guard is expecting her, with a visitor’s card, soon to become employee card. She arrives HR minutes before the given time.

The morning is disappears between paperwork and learning everything about QC. Rules, procedures, protocols. Felicity does her best but not even the over smiling HR manager, Mrs. Grant, seems to understand them all.

It’s after lunch when family enters the different and yet familiar IT Department. The room is part open space and part private spaces, sunlight entering the space gave it a light welcoming feel. Felicity notices some empty desk and wonder which one will be hers while keeping in pace with Mrs. Grant that is now knocking on a door.

“Come in”

The voice is soft but with a ring of command of someone that isn’t accustomed to be disobeyed.

“Mr. Finn, Ms. Smoak.”

“Ah. Yes, Ms. Smoak. Welcome to the Team.”

The man is short and thin, he looks weak until one notices the eyes, sparkling piercing gems behind the glasses. Mrs. Grant excuses herself and Felicity is left in the talking presence of her new boss.

Mr. Finn introduces her to all her co-workers from the IT department. The names are lost, faces are barely retained. By the end, and already sitting at her new desk, next to a window that provides her with a small glimpse of Starling City outside, Felicity’s relieved that she doesn’t recognize anyone. It’s better this way.

For Felicity the job is simple enough and keeps her busy. Not mentally challenging but it provides for her basic needs.

The days go by unnoticed, just like she does. On the big room filled with IT experts she doesn’t stand out. She keeps to herself but even from her corner she notices the groups and groups dynamic in the room. A skill she learns early on in her life as a daughter of a struggling working mother in a city of glamour and pretends.

The dynamics are pretty simple. The married or committed are a group largely overcome by the youngsters out of IT schools with no attachment and whose worry in life is paying the student loans and party all night long. But in their mist there are ones more committed to having a life, and ones to whom the partying was enough. Outside their differences there were common interests, gossip being one of them and match making the other. Fortunately they limited themselves to friends and coworkers and she didn’t think they counted her as neither. That suited her, letting people close was dangerous, Felicity I learn that the hard way.

In between the regular boredom, that morning was going to serve as reminder has to why Felicity Smoak was recruited in the first place. The attack came out of nowhere right from the least expected and she was hard press on stopping it from getting through to any data. That was her job, and the intruder was clever and cunny.  A challenge she welcomed, and had her smiling.

It was the first time she was on the opposite end, the protector, and the system potential to defend was higher than she expected, under skill full hands. Like hers. If her mother came in right now she would immediately spot that her girl was in seventh heaven, as it was, no one in the room noticed, as they kept track of their own end of the system and Felicity kept this to her. She was handling it and adding more people could jeopardize her efforts.

But there were two sides to this coin, as Felicity’s work and concertation went unnoticed to all around her so did the way all around her were suddenly very quiet and overly concentrated on their screens went unnoticed for Felicity. It was uncommon to be this silent but the fact didn’t register. For Felicity anything outside the code in her screen and the challenge that suddenly had come her way existed.

Felicity releases the breath she was holding when the attack starts subsiding and only now she notices the gossip is running louder than usual and it seemed the subject was the same.

“He’s even better looking than the pictures?”

It takes her a while to register the co-worker on her left, Pat, is talking to her.

“Who?”

Pat looks at her like she’s an alien. It’s not the first time Felicity gets that kind of look, but it is the first time here and as a functional adult, she’s surprise it hurts as much as it did when she was a First Grader in Vegas.

“Oliver Queen.”

“Oh. Only know him from the news.”

The look turns to shock.

“He was just here.”

Now Felicity gets it.

“I was busy.”

The shock turns to confusion and soon after pity. It’s like she had missed a Presidential visit, no one did that.

Felicity wasn’t surprise that but a few moments after this she was getting evaluation looks. Following that evaluation she would be left alone on account of her weirdness; she didn’t mind. She had a job and that was the only thing she wanted from Queen Consolidated and Starling City.

It was a little after 8 in the evening when Felicity got into the train going home. The train was almost empty, too late for daily commuters, too early for night partiers.

The dark streets of the suburb were punctuated by a few open bars and pubs. She doesn’t stop.  She will eat at home while checking her messages.

The sender is the usual one but… she’s puzzled by the message. They’re coordinates. Her first outside task.


It was his first day at Queen Consolidated, and he was only here out of respect for his now dead father, and to not antagonize his mother. Moira was hard pressed in having him take care of the family business. He didn’t have neither the knowledge nor the will to learn but he would do he’s best. For now Walter had and Assistant give him the rundown of the company.

After 5 years things were different; he took Walter’s word for it as he didn’t knew much about the company before. Going from Department to Department where everyone kept gawking at the undead heir was getting tiresome; the ones that pretend not to look were almost as bad, with their sly glimpses shinning with curiosity. He usually welcomed the attention, especial from females, at least he did before…, but it was getting a bit too much.

“IT. Development, System Security. They keep our systems safe from cyber-attacks.”

The Director was waiting for him. At least he’s curiosity was damped by his verbose. He talked a lot for someone that was supposed to keep secrets safe. Mr. Finn listed all his employees, one by one, making him acknowledge every look of sympathy and/or curiosity… except one.

The last thing he expected was one person totally oblivious to his presence, especially a woman, but there he found it. In a corner of the Systems Security open space a blond hair woman didn’t even flinch, not even when her Director mention her name, her eyes never left the screen. In that small little thing Oliver found relief, somewhere in the world there was someone who couldn’t care less about his existence. He got her name, Felicity, an unusual name for and unusual woman.

It was the only distinct note in another wise one note day.

“So what you think?”

Walter’s Office wasn’t the same he’s father once used. An almost meaningless detail that meant more than Oliver ever expected it would.

Walter was the real surprise when he got back to Starling. He had married Moira which turn him into his stepfather. Oliver didn’t mind, Walter was a good man, loyal to his friends and he treated his mother and sister and even Oliver like his family, a family he loved and cared about. That was enough for him. As far as the Company was concern Walter was far more suitable to manage it than he was.

“You are doing a great job, Walter.”

“It’s your turn, Oliver.”

“I can’t…”

“You will. You just need time.”

He needed much more than time, he needed a miracle.

“Walter…”

“Oliver, I understand your concern. Still it’s your company, Oliver, and Thea’s…”

Oliver was aware it wasn’t an option to refuse. Still, as he sat on his office looking out the window to the Starling City skyline and the sea at the end of it, he couldn’t help but wonder how would he be able to tackle this new life.

He had been a drop out from every college he ever went. His major was more parties and women than Business and Management. He had learned but not then, back then he was someone as useless and unskilled as lost. Then it had happen, the accident. An enjoyable trip with his father in the family yacht, the “Queen Gambit”, turned his life upside down.

His father had died, right there in front of him, later, having managed to arrive the Island he had buried the body, already corrupted, but still so very much Robert Queen.

It had been five years. Five years he had to do everything to survive, five years he had lived in Hell, five years for the World to consider him as dead as his father. It was all over now. He was home. But nothing was the same. He was different, not that anyone would notice.

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Quick update:

- Couldn’t figure out what to do. Pen is dead.

- Mom arrived home. Threw credit card at my table: Buy a new tablet, it’s your birthday present. I told you I would get you this, it’s more than fine! Tell them your mother is a badass~

- Eletronic goodies popular store had a sweet 23% discount on the update version of my tablet for the next 72 hours (or 400 units). What are the freakin odds.

- Ordered. Now we wait. My brain is still processing.

I just wanted to say thank you to you all, because I really just wanted to know if anyone maybe knew how to deal with the pen issue (and vent a bit to calm down) but I had people trying to help in different ways and jesus, you’re all too kind, my heart is in stuck on my throat and yeah just thank you guys.

anonymous asked:

It's not easy being a licensed ace. You have to pass loads of exams first. You've got the pretty standard theories: 'Retorts to bigots' , followed by 'Ace Puns''. Then it's the practicals: Demonstrating baking and eating a cake (Victoria Sponge usually suffices) and explaining asexuality to a new friend. If you pass all these, you become a licensed member of the a-spec club. Your card arrives within 2-3 days and entitles you to AVEN membership, free cake on Wednesdays, and unlimited pun rights.

yes I remember my days getting my license– back then you got a free invisibility cloak along with your membership

Hey guys look at what @electricpuke sent me! A giant Toblerone! :D

HAHAHA JUST KIDDING IT’S SOMETHING EVEN BETTER THAN A TOBLERONE ❤️

GIANT FRICKING HH WALL POSTER AAAAAAAA

I can’t take selfies.