i missed a few years in college

Everdeen Vineyards

happy valentine’s day, just barely! here’s a little drabble that wouldn’t leave me, hope you enjoy <3

“Have you had a chance to look at the menu yet?” Katniss asked the back of the man’s head, her eyes already scanning the room to make note of the new patrons she still needed to greet. A steady flow of customers through the tasting room was keeping her busy–not that she was complaining. Not much, anyway.

The man turned around, and she snapped her gaze back to him, a polite smile fixing itself to her lips. “Not yet, I’m afraid.” He smiled, and her expression froze as she got a look at his face for the first time. “Hey, Katniss.”

It took an embarrassingly long moment for the synapses in her brain to fire, and her smile slipped. “Oh–Peeta?” Why she phrased it like a question, she didn’t know. Of course, it was Peeta. She’d recognize that face, with those blue eyes and that sweet smile, anywhere. She just hadn’t expected to see it here. “Oh my god–what–I mean, hi. Wow.”

He laughed slightly, and she felt herself blushing. She shook her head, forcing a laugh too. “I’m sorry. How are you?” she asked awkwardly. She wasn’t entirely sure of the protocol for greeting an old high school classmate who’d existed mainly on the periphery of her acquaintances. The last time she’d seen him was graduation 10 years ago.

“I’m good,” he said, sliding his hands into his pants pockets. “I just wanted to check this place out. I, ah, saw your post about it on Facebook.” He looked sheepish when he said that, and she blinked. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that–the fact that he could, and did, apparently, read her posts on Facebook. She’d accepted his friend request years ago in college without much thought; they weren’t friends or anything, but she’d received numerous requests from people she barely knew from high school over the years, so it hadn’t seemed too strange. Some–actually, probably most requests–she’d declined. She hadn’t seen the harm in adding him, though. She didn’t know him well, but Peeta Mellark was nice. Funny. Popular. College wrestling champion two years in a row, or something like that–not that she was keeping tabs. He’d regularly show up in her feed over the years, even though they never interacted.

Since she barely used Facebook these days, it just didn’t occur to her he would ever see anything from her.

“Right, of course,” she said with a dazed laugh. “That was the point. Um, thanks for coming. That’s–that’s really nice of you.” She folded her arms over her chest, feeling uncomfortable and not sure what to do with her hands. They were trembling slightly.

Peeta pressed his lips into a small smile, his eyes darting around as he surveyed the room, the people milling around them. “This place looks incredible.”

She wondered if she was ever going to stop blushing at this point. “Thank you. I mean, most of the groundwork was already laid.” She took a deep breath, not wanting to launch into that story. If he’d seen her post, then he’d already learned of her efforts to revitalize her family’s old vineyard, which had been in disrepair since her father’s death more than a decade ago. “Let me get you a menu.”

He nodded while she grabbed a paper menu from a nearby table, holding it out for him. “We do glasses and bottles of the wines listed here, but we also offer a tasting where you can sample seven of our wines. If you haven’t been here before, I recommend that.” She stopped herself and laughed, shaking her head. “Which, of course you haven’t. This weekend is the grand reopening. I just mean–that’s probably what you want to do.”

His eyes flicked up to her from the menu, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll do that. Thank you.”

“Sure. Just find a seat outside if you’d like, and I’ll bring the wine to you,” she said with a vague gesture toward the patio, already turning away to scurry to the bar. She needed a moment to compose herself, inexplicably rattled.

It was just…Peeta. Mellark. Here. To see her. Or rather, to see her vineyard, but it was her vineyard. And he’d come because she’d made a post on Facebook proudly announcing the reopening of Everdeen Vineyards, after three years of planning and toiling and fermenting wines until they were just right.

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A Far Away Infinity

I actually am posting this when I said I was going to! A miracle. And another million thank yous for all the love for this story! It makes me write faster ;) Enjoy and let me know what you think! Also look who got fancy with a picture.

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Part 2  // Sometimes You Have to Grin and Bare it //

“So, how’s Frank?” Jamie asked, kicking a random stone off to the side and into the grass. 

The park they were walking through was busy with kids out of school running around and playing in the hills. The clouds had lifted and the lake they were walking around glistened under the attention.

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Fic update.

When I was in college, my boyfriend and I broke up. We’d been together for a few years, and the distance, amongst other things, came in between us. I remember I was eating lunch when he called me and said it was over. I didn’t bother trying not to cry. I was devastated. I was humiliated. I was just about everything you feel when the love of your life calls it quits.

We gave it another shot about a year later, and one of the hardest parts about getting back together was knowing there was a chunk of time missing between us. He’d tell me about friends he’d met or things he’d done or places he’d been, but it felt like he was retelling stories instead of getting to experience it together. I hated that I felt like I didn’t belong within that time frame; I hated that I couldn’t understand. And he felt the same way, told me he hated the way I’d grown in his absence, and he wasn’t there to witness the change.

I shut down a lot. So did he. Anytime he’d try to talk about the time we spent apart, I just felt uneasy and fucking sad. It was unwarranted, for the most part, and I struggled to keep my emotions in check. But it was like anytime we realized there were pieces of each other we didn’t understand on a personal level, it stung. A lot. That was where recovering got tricky. Awkward. One step forward, three steps back.

“We didn’t get to share that together. That’s a part of you I don’t know. I hate that there’s nothing I can do to go back and be a part of it.” - Something my ex said to me that I won’t forget, years and years later.

We never did fully recover, and eventually we realized we were completely different people than we were at the start, people who didn’t fit together anymore. We desperately wanted to mold our lives together, to make it work again. But we didn’t make it.

I wanted to write about a couple who did.

The fic is done. I plan to publish it tomorrow, if all goes according to plan x

bunny-fae  asked:

For the sexting prompt thing: Derek is away at college and Stiles misses him and hes been talking about his lab partner Matthew a bit too much, and Stiles doesn't mean to be bitter, but he is so he sends him a very well thought picture of him sprawled out hair messed up and says I miss you wrecking me like this, and by Derek's immediate phone call after and his voice breathing "Holy fuck, it's not too late, I can drive home," through the phone, Stiles is silently thanking the jealousy monster


When all of the younger members of the pack, save for Isaac who had to repeat his senior year, started their first year of college, Derek decided to finally go back to school.

A few years after dropping out of high school in the wake of his family’s horribly tragic demise, while he and Laura were still living in New York, he had gotten his GED. But he did have the motivation nor the emotional strength to actually attend college, not even online.

Now though, with most of the pack going away to college to better themselves and build up a foundation for their future, he finally found it in himself to enroll in college himself. And the pack couldn’t have been more supportive or proud of him. Especially Stiles.

Shortly after Stiles’ eighteenth birthday and a pixie attack that had occurred the same day, the two of them had begun dating to the surprise of absolutely no one. Stiles’ father had shocked him by striding over to Derek after they announced the good news to the pack and, rather than start interrogating Derek about his intentions, pulled the alpha into a tight hug.

Though Derek had confessed later that the Sheriff may or may not have whispered something into his ear about how much knowledge he possessed concerning the disposal of dead bodies. Stiles had laughed for fifteen minutes straight after hearing that little tidbit of information.

They had been dating for a little less than a full year when college applications were sent in, Derek’s application letters joining those of the other pack members. Derek would forever cherish the pride and unabashed love he had seen in Stiles’ eyes when he announced that he was thinking about going to college.

Only a few short weeks later, their acceptance letters had arrived and Derek had informed everyone that he would officially be attending Stanford University in the fall. The rest of the pack had been quick to congratulate him and announce what colleges they would be attending.

Both Boyd and Erica had been accepted into Berkeley, Boyd for business and Erica for Women and Gender’s Studies, neither of them willing to be apart from each other. They would be living together off campus in a nice apartment overlooking the bay, both of them promising to come to town on holidays and breaks.

Allison would be attending Stanford with Derek, though she would be going for her law degree, still debating over what kind of law she would like to go into. And Kira would be returning to New York City to attend NYU in pursuit of a double majoring in education and Japanese studies, wanting to learn more about her culture and history.

That left Scott and Stiles both attending Beacon County Community College.

Scott had never been the best student but he was intent on becoming a veterinarian, Deaton already promising him a position at the vet clinic when he got his degree. He was more than happy to stay in town, especially since he and Isaac were officially a couple.

On the other hand, Stiles hated the fact that he was still stuck in Beacon Hills, not that he had anything but love for his cozy little hometown. As someone who had been an overachiever since birth, his inability to get into any other college had been nothing short than devastating.

His spotless GPA had been irrevocably tainted by his lack of attendance and completed schoolwork when he was dealing with being possessed by the Nogitsune. No amount of extra credit could spare him from his perfect academic record being tarnished.

But he refused to let anyone know how ashamed and disheartened he was by the entire situation, instead throwing himself headfirst into school and work. He had already worked out a foolproof plan detailing how he could transfer to Stanford after he obtained his Associate’s degree from the community college. Derek had already promised him that they could get an apartment together, maybe even a cat. But until then, Stiles would have to suffer through two years of community college and only seeing Derek on the weekends.

It wouldn’t have been so hard if he wasn’t so god damn jealous of Derek’s lab partner.

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Originally posted by jishooua

Living in a close knit community has always been both a blessing and a curse. There is always someone to lean on should you ever need them and there is never a community event where you are left alone for lack of acquaintances but it seems that everyone knows absolutely everything about you, your family, and your life history. For every concerned neighbor and helping hand, there is also a prying eye and an open ear.

Another thing that could be considered both a blessing and a curse is be the community gatherings. Having such a close knit community means that block parties, holiday parties, and birthday parties are nearly weekly occurrences and always mean a large turnout. They also mean that you have no choice but to show up or your family will face the constant questions about your whereabouts.

When you left for college, you thought that you could leave these parties behind. You don’t hate them, they’re fine, but you’ve never been fond of large crowds and noise. Unfortunately, these community events always consist of both. You thought that because you were hours away, living your life and studying, you would have a reasonable enough excuse to miss them.

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This is Mimi and fern! This was a few years ago for Halloween. Sadly I’m thousands of miles from them for college and I miss them very much. Mimi is a goldendoodle and fern is a poodle/jack russell terrier mix

flammenmeer  asked:

Okay for your Kayleigh Lives AU - please consider this: It's summer break and Kayleigh takes her sons to the beach for vacation. (Maybe last minute booking so the four of them have to share ONE room or one of their bags got missing during the flight and it's big drama. BUT ALSO - BEACH! SUN! FUN?!)

>> The Kayleigh Lives AU <<

Omg I sidetracked so hard from your prompt i’m sorry
but consider: Kayleigh’s 50th birthday

(I just realized it might be unclear but Kevin is holding a selfie-stick lmao)

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i thought i’d written this up on here before, but i can’t find it. so let me tell you my favourite story about my time in oxford.

my college library is a converted church (with graveyard still attached). and it closed at about 1am every night, but they let people keep working in the vestry – where there were… i think six desks? – overnight. i was not very good at doing my work at anything other than the absolute last minute, and would fairly often end up in the vestry the night before an essay was due.

it was grim. honestly i do not miss it.

the highlight of those nights was when i allowed myself a break to go out to buy a burger from the kebab van that was on the other side of the high street. the nearest kebab van was ahmed’s. kebab vans in oxford are serious business (there are few kebab shops, and they’re mostly not near the colleges, where the first and third-year students often live in). i just looked ahmed’s up to check i was spelling his name right and found this amazing painting of the van!!

anyway. so one night in – i guess it was probably april? i think it was in my final year, and not too long to go before exams – i walked out to the kebab van. it was 2am, or maybe 3am. a weeknight – maybe a tuesday – and there was nobody around. too late for other people taking study breaks, and maybe the people who were out clubbing weren’t coming back yet. i felt like i and ahmed and the other guy who worked in his van were the only people alive.

and then an entire band of men turned up in full 16th century regalia. 

i think maybe one or two of them had musical instruments with them, but not all of them. they stood there. they didn’t seem to think that they were doing anything unusual. i guess for them, it wasn’t. nobody else came by. nobody said anything except to order some food.

i thought: am i hallucinating??? what is happening???

i always ordered a cheeseburger at ahmed’s, and as it wasn’t a busy night they didn’t already have any cooking, so i stood by the van for a good five minutes while it cooked, just watching these men, who seemed like time-travellers, solemnly order their kebabs. none of them had phones out or anything. nothing broke the illusion except the situation we were in. it honestly felt like time was collapsing. like we had all been pulled out of the timestream and were just chilling here together. it wasn’t april whatever, 3am, 2011. it was no time, no place. The Kebab Van At The End of Time.

they just seemed like people from the past who wanted to get something to eat. an eternal constant. and the guys in the van were as nonchalant about it as the men themselves were. yeah, we get sixteenth century people through here all the time.

and you know what, they probably do. it’s oxford.

Happy Easter (a few days early) to all my Easter-celebrating followers! After four years of missing out while at college, I finally got to make some fancy Easter eggs again this year. As usual, I used it as an excuse to make fun fandom stuff.

I just want to say something to everyone angry at Walter.

Not in a confrontational way, just in a “please read what I have to say” way.

I have this problem, a lovely result of one of my mental illnesses that causes me to have missing time.  It’ll be 1pm, I’ll blink and it’s 6pm, and I’ll pick up my phone and see texts and Facebook activity that I genuinely do not remember. A guest will come down to the desk at work and ask me if I’ve worked out teh situation yet and I don’t know what they’re talking about.  I have an entire class that I took in college that I only know I took because I have a grade.  I vaguely remember talking to the prof once.  But that is three hours a week for an entire semester that I do not have in my memories.  Missing time is some of the most terrifying shit I’ve ever experienced and it’s something you really cannot understand unless you live it.

When I had my wisdom teeth out I was terrified I was going to say or do something embarassing while under the effects of the meds. I made my mom take all my electronics and demanded she not give them back to me until I was back to myself, and I made her promise that if I ended up not remembering anything that happened, she had to tell me. This happened a few years before the missing time from mental illness started, but I’ve always been anxious about other people having memories of me that I don’t have of myself.  In college some classmates would tell me things I said or did, sometimes teasing me, sometimes really telling me, and I would have no idea if they were telling me the truth or not.  Thankfully, so far, I’ve never been made aware of me saying or doing anything largely significant during these missing time periods.  But if I did ever find out I did, I’d feel terrified, embarassed, betrayed, and violated.  I’d react to that in a way that people who don’t have these issues - and even some that do, since we all react differently - wouldn’t understand. 

Team Scorpion had the gaps in Walter’s memory that he didn’t have.  They didn’t tell him because they believed it was best (and I agree that they made the right decision at the time even though I am annoyed that Paige essentially flaunted Tim in front of him and acted like she had no idea why Walter couldn’t just like the guy), but Walter can’t see that right now.  He’s not capable of that right now.  All he understands is the first part of that sentence.  They didn’t tell him.  He feels safe around that team and right now he probably doesn’t feel safe, especially since they kept denying it and a few of them tried to laugh it off.  This is probably the first time he’s experienced missing time and those minutes he hadn’t had were some of the most significant of his life.  It is going to take him longer than a few hours of thinking upstairs for him to fully process it.  

He’s acting rashly, and it’s not because of his IQ vs his EQ.  It’s because that sort of thing can be legitimately traumatic and I know this firsthand.  

Painful Past

Anonymous: Could you please write an imagine before the reader started to hunt with the Winchesters she was captured and held by (choose any monster) and tortured for a really long time. The boys bring up one of her scars and she panics and Dean calms her down!

Thank you so much for requesting, and sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos.

Summary: Reader was kidnapped and tortured by a demon for a long time before she started hunting with the Winchesters. Never talking about her past, a nightmare brings reader back to her to her time with the demon. When the boys see the aftermath (nightmares and scars) of her secret past, she tells her story and needs Dean more than ever.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (briefly)
Warnings:Violence, not edited, cursing,
Word count: 1,457

“Y/N! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” Dean’s gruff voice shattered through my nightmare and brought me back to the surface of reality. My eyes snapped open and I sat up. I was panting and Dean’s hands were on my shoulders. I lifted my shaky hands to clear my eyes, the aftermath of my nightmare left the skin on my face was wet with sweat and tears. I focused my sight on Dean’s worried features, his green eyes concerned, his lips slightly open, and his hair in complete disarray from sleeping. Over Dean’s shoulder I could see Sam’s tall frame standing in the doorway, his concern matching dean’s.
“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t mean to wake you up again. Go back to bed, I’m fine.” I told them. My throat felt hoarse from screaming and my voice sounded weak and unconvincing. Dean looked back at Sam and is if they had a private conversation, Sam nodded and left my room closing the door behind him. Dean leaned over and switched on the lamp next to me, the yellow light bathed my room in a glow and casted shadows on the walls. Dean was sitting next to me on my bed and pulled the sheets tighter over my body as a chill ran under my skin.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Dean asked patiently.
“No.” I answered immediately. He furrowed his eyebrows and took a deep breath.
“Y/N, does this have to do with your life before Sam and I? You‘ve been hunting with us for 4 years now, and you’ve never told anything about it. So far Sam and I have respected your privacy…but this is the fifth nightmare this week. I’ve been down this road and I promise it will only get worse if you don’t talk about it.” he said calmly as if speaking any louder would send me into a panic attack.
“I just can’t talk about it Dean. You and Sam would look at me differently, things would change, and I can’t have you look at me with the same disgust as he-” I snapped my mouth shut, I let too much slip out.
“Y/N, Sam and I wouldn’t think any differently about you and I would never be disgusted by you in any way. You stood by both Sam and I through the mark of cain, through the demon me, you know about Sam’s past demon blood addiction, you know about the souls I tortured in hell, and not once have you ever turned your back on us. We would never do that to you either.” Dean reached out and took my small cold hands into his big warm ones. I wanted to cry at the things he told me but I held the tears in.
“Do you promise?” I asked in a quiet voice. Dean looked me in the eye and gave me a small smile.
“I promise.” he assured me. I nodded and took a deep breath, trying to decide where to start.
“Ok. This was 6 years ago. I was 18, born and raised in small town in Oregon, near the coast. I just graduate high school and when that summer would end, I would have been attending University in the fall. My life was amazing, perfect even. I loved my parents, I loved my house, I loved my friends. I had a 4.0 gpa, I was in sports, clubs, school events and I had a lot of friends. I graduated with honours, I was homecoming queen. But the most amazing thing thing about my life was my perfect boyfriend. Johhny, he was tall, handsome, captain of the football team. I felt like I lived in those awfully cheesy cliche high school movies. I loved my life, I really loved it.” I said. Dean sat looking at me, eyes curious. This was the first time I have ever talked about my youth. Even when I started with hunting with them, I never told them about my family, or where I was from.
“You told us you were born in Arizona.” Dean said. I pulled my hands out of Dean’s and I looked down at my fingers.
“I lied.” I admitted.
“That’s why Sam couldn’t match your name to the state registry.” Dean said out loud when he pieced it together. “If you loved your life so much, why leave? You were so close to living the apple pie life.” he asked.
“I didn’t leave by choice, trust me. I was leaving Johnny’s house late. I only lived a 15 minute walk from my house so it seemed stupid to call for my dad to pick me up. I took a shortcut through a park. I didn’t even see it coming.” I laughed humorously at myself. “There was a little boy, maybe 10. He said he was too scared to walk home alone in the dark, so I said I would walk with him. At the time, I didn’t know he was a demon, nor did I know he was leading me into a trap.” I tried to stop there, but Dean seemed adamant to know.
“What happened Y/N?”
“I was gagged, stripped, and locked in a room. I was tortured in every way possible. It was different every day, sometimes with knives, whips, wood, their own bare hands, the list goes on and on. I was always in pain, always bleeding. They threatened to kill my family, my friends, Johnny, anyone I had ever come in contact with if I ever tried to run.” I stopped to take a few deep breaths and wipe away a few stray tears that slipped down my cheeks. I kept my head down, not wanting to look at Dean.
“Y/N, that’s….horrible…how long were you there?” Dean asked quietly.
“I was reported missing 1 day after I was taken. When I finally managed to break out…a whole year had gone by…my parents had stopped looking for me, and my friends had moved on to college.” I said.
“A whole year…” I looked up to see Dean’s reaction. His greens eyes flared with pity and sadness.
“I knew I couldn’t go back to my family, the demons would follow me right to them, but I needed to see Johnny, I hoped he could fill me in on what I had missed. I went to his house and he was so happy to see me…I missed him a lot too. He told me about how my parents searched for 6 months, people thought I had some kind of mental breakdown and just left, I didn’t tell him otherwise instead I let him believe that and never told him the truth. Anyway, that night Johnny and I were getting…intimate…it had been so long since I had seen him and I was in love with him at the time. But the moment my shirt came off…he looked at me in disgust. Repulsed by the scars he told me to leave and never come back. So I did, I left. I became a hunter, tracked down the demons that ruined my life and got my revenge. Then I met you and Sam. You know the rest.” I finished. Dean clenches his fist and shut his eyes.
“Y/N it wasn’t your fault, what happened to you, that was awful. And that son of a bitch is too selfish to realize what he gave up. I could never look at you in disgust or send you away. Never.” he said reassuringly. I didn’t say anything, instead I turned around so my back faced him and slowly took my shirt off and covered my bare breasts with my hands. It was dead silent, only our breathing could be heard. A warm hand lightly touched my scarred back, tracing one of the whip marks. Dean’s touch sent waves of heat and electricity down my body, it had been so long since anyone has touched me this way and I couldn’t help but crave for more. He dragged his fingers up my back and onto my shoulder, he gently turned me back to face him. His green eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes. I studied his handsome face as he leaned closer. I shut my eyes when he did and felt a soft pressure on my lips. He kissed me soft enough to keep it sweet but hard enough to know he was holding back his want. Dean cupped my cheek in his large hand and rested his forehead on mine.
“Y/N they are a part of you and I will want you no matter what.” Dean whispered.

Forever My Love-Isaac Lahey

Valentine’s Collection:#14

Teen Wolf Imagine: #113

Word Count: 1,565

Warnings: Mention of Allison’s Death. That’s all I can really remember.

Summary: 10 Years after Isaac leaves Beacon Hills, and Y/N, the two reunite in Paris.

A/n: The last day of the collection! We started with Isaac and we end with Isaac. This is my favorite by far and I am so happy with how it turned out and I hope you are as well.

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Leon Draisaitl #2.3


carey-pricemas said: Hello! I love your writing omg… can I be one of many to request part three of Leon??????

Anonymous said: Leon part3 please!!

Anonymous said: please do another for the leon #2

A/N: thanks for the love guys!!! hope you enjoyed this next piece to the story, sorry it got pretty long but oh well *also im aware i kinda changed the time this drabble is written around, i threw it back a few weeks so it fit with making the playoffs sorry* also i have another and possible final part to this story already played just say the word people!!!

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Originally posted by mattyymarts

You weren’t sure why you had been so nervous. It was yours and Leon’s third date now, and joining the two of you were Patty and his girlfriend. Double dates weren’t supposed to be nerve-wracking or anything. Especially when you were throwing axes at a wall. 

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When my university emails me the day before my last class to inform me that I am missing a class and can’t graduate.

The class was not on my original degree plan and never discussed or mentioned until this email. I called up the Department of Education and it turns out the program was under review last fall and told they were out of compliance and missing a few standards. This class that I am suddenly missing is the class that contains the missing requirements. Not once in 2 years at this master’s program was it ever mentioned to me or a classmate by a teacher, advisor, or the admin. The university is saying it was our fault for not registering but out of the kindness of their heart they will offer it for free over the summer. That’s not suspicious at all, nope, colleges give away free classes all the time. And it’s totally not their fault, since we were the ones that never signed up for it.

After all the bullshit I have been through with this school I really should have seen this coming, but my God is it a cliche. I feel like I’m in a shitty TV sitcom that just happens to be written by Kafka.

Talked with the dean. They apparently knew about the issue last semester. Contacted other students about it weeks ago but “forgot” to tell me.

anonymous asked:

Heya! I was wondering how you got your first job? I am currently a sophomore, almost junior in college and I am panicking because I am learning to draw all sorts of stuff and I am leaning to becoming a graphic artist by mixing illustrations and graphic art. I was just wondering what your experience was like? Were you scared? How is it now?

Hey this is an excellent question!

After college I moved back home for a few months, not sure what to do or where to go myself. I missed my college town a lot though - there was so much to do in Orlando! I ended up staying with a friend for a few months back in town, then found the cheapest apartment I could afford with freelance and took a plunge. Thinking back on that apartment…holy cow it was awful and tiny and moldy and crime ridden. But that’s what it took - I stayed there for a year and saved up $10,000 that built a safety nest for the next 3 years.

Anyway, during that time I was applying to all those job websites, just trying to get a bite anywhere. Not one response from anyone…honestly they’re getting hundreds of applicants because everyone thinks to apply on monster or indeed. But you know what jobs I’ve gotten immediate responses from? Craigslist. They’re normally small businesses looking for a good hire asap. I’ve only applied to two jobs on craigslist and nailed them both. Just make sure they’re legit companies and you’re comfortable with the interview (it’s not at someone’s house or something).

So moving on, the first ad I responded to said something like “Do you like Disney? Would you like to design graphics for Disney and similar parks all day?” and I was like SOLD. Then that started my whole graphic apparel career, which is not where I expected to go but it’s a super fun and challenging job. I really wanted to go into mobile game creative development but there aren’t many solid spots for that in Florida and I was terrified to move away from my family. Luckily with my current job I still have time to freelance the illustration stuff. :)

Now, seven years later I’ve met a ton of artists in this field, enjoy going to work every day, freelance for some really great clients and my husband and I bought our first home (with a POOL!) and room to grow. I actually like where I work now a lot more because it’s less theme park designs and more zoo/animal/youth art which means I get to draw kittens and mermaids and fairies a lot, plus work on/see some neat Disney merchandise.

My advice would be to look on smaller job listing sites like craigslist. I would’ve been happy with any type of graphics related job coming out of college - anything to save up that nest money so you’re comfortable taking time off or looking for new opportunities and not feel stuck. But if you don’t think you’d be happy at all with an intro graphics job, consider moving to a state that has better opportunity for artists - like California or New York. A ton of my college friends found much more success there than their home state.

I hope this helps somewhat! Good luck!! <3


Jughead Jones x Reader

The time had finally come for us all to graduate from Riverdale high and even though with everything that’s happened, I’m honestly going to miss this place. To anyone looking in from the outside, Riverdale looks like a small town that many people just pass through on vacation or road trips and want to make a quick food stop at Pops.

All seven of us know there is so much more to Riverdale but all of that aside we’ve all shared so many memories together here. Throwing our caps in the air, big smiles on our faces, we looked like the happiest seven people to be graduating but we all know there should be nine of us stood here, glancing at each other Cheryl and Betty both had an extra cap each, one for Jason and one for Polly, linking arms, smiles still on their faces, we all watched as they tossed the caps in the air, almost like they were both freeing themselves from everything.

Pops had closed the diner to the public and held a small party for all graduating students and their families. Sitting in our usual booth, we laughed, we cried, we danced and we all ate way too much food. “Next week is the last time we’ll ever be sat in this booth” I stated, looking around at my friends, knowing they’re all going to college, making the next chapter in their lives only without me and Jughead, well except for Ronnie and Betty.

“And you and Jughead have this amazing next chapter to start together and I wish we could be around to watch you’s attempt that from the beginning” Betty, chuckled, her voice light. Looking up at Jughead, he was already staring at me, I knew Betty was right but it felt strange knowing this would be the last time we were together for the next year or for us the next few weeks.

“I promise we’ll all stay in touch because we aren’t missing out on any of this” Veronica, encouraged. I really am going to miss her and Betty while they’re in New York. But I know Jughead and I will be with them soon.

“2 more weeks and we’ll be introducing this little bean to the world” Jughead, grinned, his hand rubbing circles on my pregnant 9 month stomach. “I just want him here so we can be in New York. You being at college, me taking the year off and at least we get to spend a year with two of our friends” It’s going to take a lot of work and definitely some struggle but I can’t wait.

“It’s all going to work-” Jughead stopping mid sentence. “Did you say he? Are we having a boy?” His face lightening up even more than before, nodding, he grabbed my face in his hands kissing every inch of my face that he possibly could.

“Jughead Jones the fourth” I joked. Spending the rest of the night celebrating with our friends, to the future, to the sex of our baby and most certainly to finally graduating.

destiny pt.6 (angel!jungkook)

summary: you’re just about ready to give up on life altogether; your love life is in ruins, you’ve lost your job, and your family couldn’t care less about you… and then you meet your blushing guardian angel, and maybe life isn’t so bad after all.

relationship: angel!jungkook x reader x demon!yoongi

words: 4,971

warnings: violence

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a/n: I was listening to music while I wrote and I found this song that I think you could listen to as part of kook’s perspective! here it is

Jungkook had wondered time and time before what it would be like for people to perceive him like they do other humans, to take his presence into enough consideration that they’d move out of his way if they walked toward each other on the street, or to mind his shoulder when they squeezed past him. He had even wondered what it would like to be stared at, like he’d seen people do to others all the time. But with Jaebum, a grown man with an unsettlingly stern gaze glaring holes into Jungkook’s forehead, he would’ve liked to melt into his seat instead.

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zeitsglass  asked:

Seijou Third Years

Send me characters, ships, and a situation, and I’ll write headcanons for it!

Middle ages matsuhanaiwaoi gives me life tbh

  • After college the four of them get an apartment together because - “it’s cheap, and I miss you all!” “Yeah, well I didn’t miss you, Shittykawa” “Mean, Iwa!” - they still move in together in Tokyo
  • Oikawa plays with the Japanese Olympic and national team - Ushijima, Hinata, Kageyama, and a few others are among his teammates as well. He got a degree in English and Astronomy and between volleyball he writes news articles, poetry, and short stories
  • Iwaizumi played in college, but stopped after that to become a high school teacher (he teaches history)
  • Makki and Mattsun played in college and professionally together until Mattsun tore his rotator cuff during a game and had to retire; Makki followed a few years later. Mattsun goes back to school to become a chef and Makki pursues his art career
  • The apartment is like their base of operations, and even though they aren’t there a lot, they’re there enough and they’re close together
  • Despite that it still took them almost two years to get together - after the Olympics where Oikawa and the Japanese team got a gold medal - he was so elated that when he got back he blurted that he loved them all (not at all what he’d intended). The other boys confessed mutual attraction thankfully, and they started a relationship
  • After Mattsun tore his rotator cuff and had surgery they decided to move into a house - more space, bigger bed (so they could all sleep together and not be squished)

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A Little Mistake Messenger

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10

Rating: M (future fluff and smut, mild language) 

Summary:  MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.

Authors Note: Thank you for all the support I received on posting my first fic! 

I decided to start where I left off because I really wanted to go into Jumin Han and MC relationship in the missing 4 years. If  anyone has really good ideas or advice on how to write really good smut without it being really awkward and cheesy I would LOVE to hear from you! Updates might be slow because I’m a working college student but I have a few ideas already drafted out! 

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Spaghetti Night - Deputy Parrish imagine

Request:  y/n is stiles sister and parrish has to come to their house to bring something an y/n is dancing around with headphones and when the sheriff see that he say to parrish: dont look at her like this. Y/n regonize after a while and blushes

[A/n]: I absolutely loved this request, so thank you so much, Anon, for requesting it!

Word count: 420+

After four, agonizingly long years at college, you were finally back home in Beacon Hills for longer than a few weeks. You had to admit, you missed waking up to your brother’s snoring in the next room over and visiting your dad at the station whenever you weren’t busy. Everything was just the way it was when you’d left for college…well almost.

You stood in the kitchen dancing around in one of Stiles’ old shirts and a pair of athletic shorts, stirring the sauce to the spaghetti you were cooking for your brother and your dad. You were so wrapped up in melody of your favorite song that you didn’t even notice a complete stranger—to you at least—standing right in the doorway of your kitchen, giggling slightly at your dancing figure.

Jordan was standing there for a good two or three minutes before he felt a hand gently slap down on to his shoulder. He jumped which you saw out of the corner of your eye, and you finally turned to see your father and some other guy.

“Parrish, what are you doing here?” The sheriff spoke again before the deputy could answer, “And how did you get in?”

Parrish stared at you in absolute awe as he caught sight of your full face, “I came to give these to you—” he held up a small stack up papers, “And Stiles let me in.”

You stood there awkwardly as he continued to oogle over you until you finally decided to speak.

“Uh, hi.” You blushed. Your hand subconsciously reached up to move a piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m [Y/n]–”

“My daughter,” your dad cut in with a firm grip on Jordan’s shoulder.

Jordan took a small glance at your father and let his eyes trail back over to you, “I’m Jordan, the deputy.”

You look at the pot of almost done spaghetti noodles on the stove before letting your eyes flick back over to Jordan. “Would you–um–like to stay over for dinner? I’m making my famous spaghetti.” You laughed nervously which made the sheriff look between you two before realizing what was going on right in front of him.

And though he had never really liked spaghetti, he was willing to eat it if it meant being around you longer. “Sure, I’d love to have some of your spaghetti,” he grinned as the two of you continued to exchange looks.

“Hey,” your father started sternly as Jordan walked off into the kitchen, “You stay away from my daughter and her spaghetti.”