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Slippery (Grayson)

ALWAYS • A Grayson Dolan one-shot series.


You laid back on your bed, the one you shared with your boyfriend, Grayson, and closed your eyes. It had been the longest day and you thought your work day would never come to an end. You had spent majority of your shift running errands for your snobby boss, even as far as grabbing her coffee. It was a job which you had sworn you had too much pride for but recently moving to L.A. you took whatever you could get. Needless to say you were absolutely exhausted. You thought the only way to ease your mind was to take a calm, relaxing, and steamy shower. Something you did when you were stressed and overwhelmed, much like today. Grayson wasn’t expected to be home from the warehouse for another hour or so and you contemplated waiting to shower with him but the grime you were starting to feel on your skin said otherwise.

You grabbed a towel out of the linen closet, silently cursing Grayson for the mountains of clothes you had to step over just to reach it. Living with an eighteen year old, well two eighteen year old boys, was not easy but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You didn’t regret dropping everything to live there, not even for a second. 

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Little One - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by namelessmasha

Words: 1891
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: fighting?
Requested by anon.
Could you write one where the reader is the youngest of the avengers, so they treat the reader like their baby sibling. They get especially protective when Pietro pops up and starts showing interest in the reader ??
A/n: I really love this request, just, it’d be so cool. Honestly though, just protective Tony and Thor, I love it.

You were sitting on your bed reading your favorite book, minding your own business. Nothing was really going on that involved your help. You’re sure that there was probably some meeting going on in the facility, you just weren’t needed. So you had time to yourself, like you do everyday.

Sometimes you don’t get told when part of the team is going on a mission. They sometimes don’t want you to go out in fear that you’ll be hurt. Which you always reply with “Have you even seen my abilities?” And you usually get the reply of “You’ve barely even grown into them!”

One of the biggest cons of being the youngest- at merely almost twenty years old.

From time to time, being the youngest of the avengers- at nineteen- really rocked. You got what you wanted and were able to do whatever the hell you felt like. You were treated as the little sibling everyone loved and it was hard to get mad at you- even if you did cause trouble from time to time. But sometimes, it really sucked. You’d be called the ‘little one’ even though, you were turning twenty in less than a month. But no matter how old you are, you’ll always be the youngest of the group.

You were brought out of your daydreams when you heard someone outside of your room. “What is in there?” Was heard. What a weird accent.

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Edmund x Reader: Water Guns and Damp Clothing

~For Kaitlyn (@edlusueandpete) Modern AU~

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“Edmund, I’m all wet now!”

Edmund scurried around the garden with a water pistol in his hand and a cheeky grin on his face. You shook your hands, letting all the water from them drip onto the damp grass. Your clothes were soaked.

Peter laughed, hitting his brother in the back of the head with a jet streak of water. 

“Run Y/n!” 

You did, dashing across the bushes to hide behind the fence that separated the Pevensies’ house from yours. You waited with baited breath, watching as Edmund pounded his little sister with a wave of water that was twice the size of her.

You shook your head, grinning to yourself. “This means war, Pevensie.” You said under your breath, stooping down to retrieve a small water pistol Edmund had dropped earlier. You leaned against the fence with the gun in your hand, ready to aim it at your boyfriend.

As soon as Edmund rounded the corner, you raised the water pistol, shooting him right in the face. Edmund, however, was too quick for you.

“Oh, you think you can beat the MASTER of water fights? Think again!” Edmund adjusted a setting on his industrial-sized water gun. Before you had a chance to duck, Edmund squirted you with a tsunami of muddy water. There was no turning back now, you were drenched and ready to kill.

“Kill him!” Lucy yelled, laughing as she shot Peter with her small water gun. You raised your eyebrows, lifting your pathetic little pistol. “Oh, I’m going to do more than kill him, I’m going to destroy him.”

“That’s an empty threat,” Edmund pointed out, taking a few steps back as you emerged from behind the fence, “You can never ‘destroy’ me.”

You grinned slyly. “Oh really?”

With that, you spun around behind him and shot him in the back of the head with water. He laughed, turing around face you again. “Oh please, that was-”

You cut him off with a firm and sloppy kiss. Edmund was so taken aback by the sudden movement that he loosened his grip on the gun, giving you a perfect opportunity to take it. “You were saying?”

Edmund made a motion to retrieve the weapon, but before he could grab it, you pulled back the mighty trigger of the water gun and shot Edmund square in the face with an even mightier wave of water.

“What the hell Y/n?!” He shouted, laughing in between attempts to take his gun back. You smirked, running over the lawn to where Lucy and Peter stood in battle. Peter was obviously winning.

“Edmund, catch!”

Before you even noticed the exchange happening between the two brothers, Edmund had a pistol in his hand and an evil look in his eye.

“Edmund Pevensie, don’t you dar-ARHGGH!” You spluttered as your mouth suddenly filled with about a liter of water. It tasted of salt and mud mixed together, and you felt the little pieces of dirt swimming around in your mouth. Not only was your entire face wet-which caused your mascara to run profusely-but now your clothes were literally becoming heavy from the excess water. You dropped the pistol.

Edmund and Peter cackled as you spit the water onto the grass; Lucy just frowned. “You both are quite cruel, you know.” She mumbled with a small smile, shooting you an apologetic look. You rolled your eyes at the boys, ringing out your shirt.

“You’re laughing now,” You said, snorting at Edmund, “But you’re the one who has to kiss me.”

Edmund rolled his eyes, leaning forward to peck you on the cheek. “See? Fine.”

You sighed, picking up the water gun. “You’re impossible.” You said, laughing a little yourself. “Now I have to change my clothes, and seeing as Lucy’s things are too small for me, I’m going to have to walk around naked!”

Peter and Lucy exchanged a knowing look. Peter smirked. “I mean, it’s nothing Ed hasn’t seen before after all.”

Edmund hit his brother on the chest. You rolled your eyes, turning around and shimmying off your shorts.

Peter gasped, grabbing his sister and using her as a shield for his ‘delicate eyes’. You chuckled, shaking your head as you threw the garment at Peter’s face and opened the back door.

Peter shrieked, prying the damp shorts from his head. Edmund and Lucy doubled over with laughter. Edmund shook his head in amusement as the screen door closed, shutting you inside.

“You know Pete, it’s funny how you’re always making such nasty jokes and yet you haven’t even touched a girl’s shorts before.”

Peter wrinkled his nose, flicking the denim shorts at Lucy.

“Whatever Ed.”


Requested by: anonymous

Y/N - Your Name

Y/F/N - Your first name

Y/L/N - Your last name

Imagine Natsu getting mad when he doesn’t know why you keep visiting Sting and Rogue.

“I just don’t understand why she keeps going to talk to those losers!” Natsu yelled frustratedly. He was sat at a table with Lucy, Gray and Erza, after watching you leave once again to visit the Sabretooth guild.

“Cool it Natsu, she’s probably got her reasons,” Gray told him, smirking at the way his friend got so worked up each time you left.

“She definitely does, now keep quiet and deal with it!” Lucy scolded him as Natsu swung for Gray. “I’m taking a job. See you guys later!”

“I just don’t like the idea of her going to that guild, especially after the Grand Magic Games. Anything could happen.” Natsu groaned.

“Y/N can take perfectly good care of herself, and you know it Natsu, just relax she’ll be back soon.” Erza smiled.

“Alright, I think I’ve nearly got it.” You whispered, your chest rising and falling with the strain of focusing so much magic energy. “Shadow dragon… Roar!”

The black jet of light streaked towards Sting, who just managed to block it with his own magic in time.

“You did it!” The blonde yelled, laughing at your ecstatic face.

“Well done!” Rogue, the shadow dragon slayer, gave you a rare smile as he walked over. “You’ve mastered the dragon slayer spells. The only thing I won’t be able to teach you is how to consume your element, but that will come with time. For now, I think you’re good to go!”

“I think this calls for a party, don’t you?” Sting grinned as he slung an arm around your shoulder.

“I would, but I kinda need to get back to the guild. I got locked out of the dorms last time because of you two!” You laughed, shrugging off Sting.

“Thanks so much you guys, I really appreciate this. I can’t believe how well it worked!”

“Come visit again soon y/n, we can check progress! I still owe you a party!” Sting yelled, as Rogue waved happily. Lector and Frosch hugged you goodbye, and you promised to return soon.

For the past few months, you had been visiting Rogue Cheney, a shadow dragon slayer who was helping you improve your magic after being the weakest member of your guild. You were y/f/n y/l/n, of Fairy Tail, a shadow magic user, although now you were technically a Shadow Dragon slayer. After meeting your childhood friend at the Grand Magic Games, he decided to help you with your training, and eventually he progressed you into Dragon Slayer magic. You sighed as the Fairy Tail guild hall loomed into view, the last few lights glowing in the darkness.

“I don’t like it. She’s gone too much and I don’t trust Sabretooth!” Came a voice from upstairs. Natsu? You thought, as what sounded like Laxus replied.

“Well just suck it up and ask her why already! Although you act like you want an answer to something more than that to be honest, the way you always moan when she’s gone.”

“What? I don’t- maybe I do, but that’s not important. I’ll ask her tomorrow but if she doesn’t tell me then I’m going with her next time. It’s too dangerous.” Natsu said, and you ran back outside and to the dorms as you heard his footsteps approach the door.

“Hey Natsu! Fight me!” You yelled as you sprinted through the doors that morning.

“What, you being serious?” He rolled his eyes, but not for long, as you punched him right out of his seat with a fist covered in shadows.

“I’m completely serious. Let’s go, Pyro.” You smirked, stretching your arms.

“What’s gotten into her?” Someone yelled in the hall as Natsu prepared to attack.

“Alright, let’s end this, if I beat you, you tell me why you keep going to Sabretooth.” he growled. “Fire Dragon… Roar!”

At the same time, you shouted: “Shadow Dragon… Roar!”

The two jets of magic collided, but the shadows ate away at the fire until Natsu was consumed by your attack. He staggered backwards, only to be attacked straight away by you, in shadow form behind him.

“Where did you get this power?! Tell me why you keep going to Sabretooth!” He shouted, as he was hit by a shadow attack. “Fire dragon wing attack!”

Your arm was grazed by the fire, but you still leapt towards Natsu, punching him back outside and pinning him to the floor.

“I’ve been at Sabretooth to improve my magic; Rogue is an old friend of mine. This is the result, I can kick your ass, Dragneel. By the way, I heard your little confession to Laxus last night.” You smirked at the blushing pink haired boy, stood up, and brushed off your clothes before walking back into the guild hall, grinning at the astonished looks all around you. You made a mental note that you owed Rogue big time, having quickly established yourself as no longer the guild’s weakest member, but one of the strongest.

One day when I was Five years old I looked up at the sky, and saw a jet plane streaking past leaving behind a trail of white smoke. Ever since that day I’ve always asked myself, that if someone has the opportunity to leave behind there trace on the sky, why not make that worth remembering, why not make it colorful? Life is too short for monochrome or just plain white… After all rainbows are just a small part of a huge spectrum ❤️🌈

Metamorphosis (Eridan x reader) part 2

(Warning: naked Eridan and near death by drowning)

When you got over your initial shock, you tried your best to heave Eridan onto the couch. After minutes of struggling to get your beanpole boyfriend on the sofa, you examined him.

His tanned skin had turned gray. His brown waves had turned jet black with a streak of brilliant violet through the front. Large, orange horns protruded crookedly from the top of his head. His nails had grown sharp and tinted yellow. You hesitantly reached over and pulled his lips apart. His teeth were unsettlingly sharp. Like a sharks. The rims of his ears had grown spines with purple webbing and on his neck were slits that resembled gills.

You were quick to withdraw your hands, then wondered at your fear. If this was still Eridan, he wouldn’t hurt you… would he? Whatever this change was, you hoped it hadn’t affected his mind. Specifically, you hoped it hadn’t made him more hostile towards you.


2 hours later, Eridan groaned and opened his eyes slowly. You were sitting in an armchair opposite him, reading a book. As his eyes opened, you noted silently that his sclera had turned yellow.

“(Name)?” he croaked.

“Hey, Eridan.”

“Ugh… I just had the worst dream…”


“I had gray skin… and horns… and… and…” he trailed off.

As Eridan had spoken, he’d raised his hand to rub his eyes and now stared at his gray hand.

“Oh… fuck…” he sat up and examined both his hands then lifted them to the top of his head. He brushed against his horns and there was a sharp intake of breath.

“What happened to me?” he asked, his hands dropping from his horns. He was taking this slightly better than you thought he would.

“How should I know? You scared the shit out of me before you passed out! Scratching at the windows, screaming at me and chasing me into the house! What I wanna know is what you were doing outside before all…” you gestured at all of him. “All of this happened.”

“Hm…” he paused, “There was… a meteor. That hit out on the beach… I went to go check it out… There was beepin’, light, then nothin’. That’s all I remember clearly.”

You’d heard about this sort of thing happening in books and movies and stuff. To think that it had actually happened to your darling Eridan…

“Tomorrow, I’m gonna go check out the meteorite. For now, why don’t you go take a shower, ‘kay?”

Eridan nodded absently, got up and went for the stairs. You followed him up. When the bathroom door closed, you set your book on the nightstand, crashed on the bed and let out a breath. You hoped this wasn’t going to turn into the X Files or something, where the FBI came to your door and took Eridan away for experimentation.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a girlish scream from the bathroom. You sprang off the bed and dashed to the door. You rattled the doorknob, finding it to be locked.

“Eridan? Eridan, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?!”

“DON'TCOMEINDON'TCOMEIN!” he yelled back. You did the only thing you could think of; you stood back, raised your leg and kicked the door with all your leg strength. You didn’t actually think it would work, seeing as you thought of yourself as a limp noodle, so when the lock broke and the door flew open, you were slightly surprised.

Eridan was naked, but holding his shirt down over his privates. His head whipped around to look at you, eyes wide.

“DON’T LOOK AT ME! I’M GROSS!” he wailed. You couldn’t help but look.

His nipples and belly button were gone. 6 long, purple markings were on his abdomen, 3 on each side. His body hair seemed to have disappeared.

“Eridan… you look-”


“No, you look neat!” you said. “What do those things feel like?”

You started towards him, arm outstretched to touch the markings. He stumbled back, tripping over the rim of the bath tub and falling on his ass. In his surprise, he let go of the shirt and it dropped to the floor, showing what you think made Eridan scream so loud.

His wood and grapes were gone. In their stead seemed to be… lady parts? It was a vertical slit with a lump underneath it.

“NO! STOP LOOKIN’! GET OUT!” Eridan yelled, his face going bright violet(?). He scrambled out of the tub and hastily shoved you out of the bathroom.

“What? Eridan, wait!” you protested.

Eridan slammed the door and you stood still as it slowly opened again of it’s own volition… or because you broke the latch.

“OH FUCKIN’-! YOU JUST HAD TO BREAK THE DOOR, DIDN’T YOU?!” he snapped at you as he dropped down on the edge of the tub, his head in his hands.

“Fine, then. Stare at my freakishness. Make fun of me for not havin’ a fuck wand anymore. Go ahead.”

He really seemed to be taking this hard. Then again, if you’d had a dick, you’d be pretty surprised if it vanished out of the blue.

You entered the bathroom and sat beside Eridan. He didn’t move as you put an arm around him and drew yourself close to him.

“Eridan, do you really think I love because you had a schlong dongadoodle? That’d be pretty shallow of me.” You rubbed his back comfortingly.

He looked up.

“A… what…?” he asked slowly, his lips tightening.

“Wood? Donger? Whoopie stick?”

There was a tiny, muffled snort and Eridan suddenly burst out laughing. One thing you were good at was coming up with weird synonyms for dick.

“A… a fuckin’… schlong what-fuck-doodle?” he wheezed. As his laughing subsided, he glanced down at his genitals and his smile melted. “But seriously, what even is this?” He poked the lump on his crotch hard and winced. “Ow.”

You stood up.

“Well, I’ll get you a chair or something to keep the door closed, alright?” you kissed his forehead and exited the bathroom. After fetching a chair and putting it in the bathroom for Eridan, you crashed on the bed and this time, fell asleep. You didn’t see Eridan get out of the bathroom, climb into bed beside you, kiss you on the cheek then fall asleep on his back, his arm cradling you.


The next morning, you did indeed go down to the beach to look for the meteorite, Eridan joined you, saying that perhaps if he triggered it again, he could turn back into a human. But when you got down there, Eridan began screaming and cursing at wherever the meteorite had come from. Because it was gone. All that was left was a large dent in the sand with grains of black sand in it.

“GOD FUCKIN’- FUCK YOU- GO SUCK SO MANY DICKS YOU DIE- FUCK YOU!!!” Eridan growled at the dent, giving it the middle finger about 50 times.

“Sugar, calm down!” you said, trying to quell his rage. “Maybe there’s something buried around here.”

You got down on your knees and began to dig at the dent, while Eridan stormed about 15 feet away to calm down. You kept digging and digging for a good 5 minutes. There was nothing left there.

You sighed and wiped your sandy hands on your pants.

“Alright. Let’s head in, Eridan.”

There was no answer.

“Eridan? Cutie pie?” you turned around.

He was gone.

“Eridan? Where’d you go?” you called out. Then you saw something. Out in the ocean, you saw a head dip down under the water. The last thing you saw before they disappeared were orange horns.

“Eridan! What the hell are you doing?!” you yelled. You made a dash for the ocean, jumping into the water. You began swimming towards where you saw Eridan go down. But when the water became chest-deep, you felt a pull around your entire body. A fleeting realization went through your head, and before you had time to cry out for Eridan, you were sucked under the water.

You were being swept along by a riptide. It kept trying to fling you lower and lower from the surface. At one point, you had no idea how, but you got your head above the surface.

“ERIDAN!” you screamed and sputtered. “HELP ME! HELP-” you were pulled under again, cutting you off and your throat flooding with salty water. You reflexively coughed and only inhaled more ocean. As you were pushed farther out and deeper underwater, your thoughts began to get fuzzy, disoriented. Your eyesight was beginning to grow dark around the edges. Your lungs were itching to cough up the water and screaming.

The last thing you saw before things went dark was something rather long swimming quickly towards you. You saw the flash of teeth as it opened it’s mouth and closed it.

Awesome…’ you thought foggily. ’I’m gonna… be that… one person who gets eaten… by a shark… every two years…


Eridan couldn’t believe what this alien ability was. He could breathe underwater! As he went farther out into the ocean, he ducked underwater. He could swim so much faster than he could before and he could see everything just as well as on land. Eridan felt the slits on his neck pulsing and it seemed no different than air pumping into his lungs. He watched all the tiny fish who swam by him, their little silver bodies shimmering like stars in the water.

He swam up to the surface, eager to tell you what he could do. This was one thing that he actually enjoyed about his new form! But when he reached the surface and scanned the beach, you were nowhere to be seen. Then he spied your shoes, tossed haphazardly on the shore. Where had you gone?

Then he heard something that made his heart skip a beat.

“ERIDAN! HELP ME! HELP-” he whirled about and saw your (h/c) hair before you went under. Eridan recognized the oddly moving water. You were caught in a rip current!

Eridan dove underwater and shot towards the area where you had been. There! He spied you fading out of sight, being whirled about like a rag doll. He cut through the water like a torpedo and saw you reaching the end of the current. The two of you were in very deep water now and as he got closer, he could see the bubbles leaking out of your mouth slower and smaller. You floated limply, your eyes barely open.

He opened his mouth to call your name, but remembered that sound doesn’t travel underwater.

Eridan reached your body, took it in his arms and charged for the surface. His legs propelled him up faster than he expected and he broke the surface, launching up into the air like a breaching manta ray. Eridan gave a surprised cry before falling back to the water, you still in his arms. He kept both your heads above the surface as he sped for the safety of land.


When the water reached his waist, he stepped across the sand, carrying you bridal style. When he reached the dry sand, he set you down, panting from how fast he’d had to swim.

“(Name)!” he shook you. “(Name), wake up!”

He put a spiny ear to your chest. There was an extremely slow tha-thump.

“Alright,” he coaxed himself. “CPR, don’t fail me now!”

Eridan took your jaw, parted your lips and performed mouth-to-mouth. When that didn’t work, he began pushing on your chest after 10 pushes, he went back to mouth-to-mouth.

You coughed, water spurting out of your mouth and into Eridan’s face. You took ragged gulps of air and your eyes opened, unfocused and wandering.

“Don’t scare me like that!! What the everlovin’ fuck were you doin’??!!”

“Thought you were… drowning,” you said, voice raspy. “What were… you doing out there? Are… you insane…?”

“I can breathe underwater! Enough of that. Don’t EVER scare me like that again!” he shook you. “Understand??!!”

You gave a weak chuckle.

“Can breathe underwater… huh? Guess you’re… an alien merman… now.”

“Shut up.” Eridan said.

“You’re… crying.” your hand went up to Eridan’s cheek and came away with violet tinted liquid staining your hand.

“Shut the hell up.” he picked up your upper body and hugged you tightly.

“Sorry for scaring you.” you said softly into his shoulder.


1 hour later~

You were rather embarrassed about the Eridan-having-to-save-you ordeal. You were quite embarrassed of the fact that you had forgotten that Eridan could swim incredibly, having been on swim teams his whole life, so he would’ve been able to take care of himself. You had risked your life for naught. Eridan was still slightly angry over the fact that you had scared him so badly.

That night, as you lay in bed, he held you tighter than usual.

“I really am sorry-”

“You’ve said it 13 times already.”

You grimaced in shame.

“Good night, handsome… I love you.”

“… I love you, too, beautiful.”

Eridan propped himself on his elbow, turned over and kissed you before turning over away from you and closing his eyes. You quietly reached for the light on your nightstand and switched it off.

Your eyes were closed, but… there was a purple glow. You opened them and gasped. Eridan turned over and looked at you.


“You’re glowing.”

Eridan had had freckles all over him before his skin turned gray. Now, in the dark, the exact places where the freckles had been glowed purple, as if Eridan’s skin were a night sky. Not only that, his irises glowed as well, and his gills and the abdomen markings. And, as the blanket slipped down as he sat up, his genitalia was as well.

Eridan examined himself, turning his hands over and rolling up his shirt sleeves to look at the freckles on his shoulders.


“It’s so beautiful,” you breathed. “Imagine going to a rave.”

Eridan’s gaze snapped up to you. He then flung himself back to his original position.

“You ruined it,” was all he said.

“Aw, loooove!” you whined. “I think it’s kinda sexy.”

“Too late. I’m now a giant fuckin’ glowstick. You ruined the moment, (Name).”

You pouted and lay down, snuggling close to your glofish boyfriend. As you wrapped an arm around his waist, you felt his hand take yours and gently rub his thumb over your knuckles. You also shifted your leg and wrapped it around Eridan’s leg, feeling his naked ass press against you (and it was a nice one).


The next morning, you woke up before Eridan. You lay awake, wondering what would happen to you two if this was permanent. Would FBI show up to your door?

You sat up and slipped out of bed. It was 7:09 AM. Normally you would go back to sleep, but your mind was active from contemplating the possibilities of the future. It was a scary thought. You resolved that if anyone rolled up to your house to take Eridan away, you weren’t going down without a fight.

You headed downstairs and set up the coffeemaker. As the juice began to drip, you rummaged through the fridge for breakfast.

“Aw, hell yeah!” you hissed as you pulled out a tube of Pillsbury Cinnabon cinnamon rolls. Eridan absolutely adored cinnamon rolls and so did you.

Once the rolls were in the oven, you went to the living room and switched on the tv. You flipped through channels, finding nothing of interest. There seemed to be a lot of feminism on tv as of late.

“- Anti feminist for many of the same-”


“- Remember that men should never-”


“- Individuals have come into contact with meteors-”


“- Should not be such an expensive item-”


“- Dream is to one day make-”

You suddenly had to flip back through channels, back to the one that mentioned meteors. A Latina reporter was speaking.

“- seem to change physiology of those who come into contact with them. Individuals skin turns gray, grow sharp teeth, orange horns of different configurations, and, more interestingly, different blood colors. The blood colors seem to be in rainbow colors, ranging from reds to yellows, to blues, to pinks. While the physiology of the affected individual may be drastically changed, the mentalities do not seem affected.
           "Concerning one that crashed near a government facility, a small box has been discovered inside one of the meteorite. The box revealed a hologram of one of these beings. The hologram spoke of a dying planet many light years away from earth. A dying species who’s last attempt to save themselves was by sending meteors filled with the technology and chemistry to change carbon-based bipedal life forms into beings of their own kind. More on this at 1.”

So Eridan wasn’t alone.

You heard a beep from the coffeemaker, signaling that it was done. A minute later, the oven timer went off and the smell of cinnamon confections wafted through the house. As you hurried to turn off the oven, you heard heavy footfalls on the stairs and Eridan entered the kitchen, clad in backward sweatpants, hair messy, yawning.

“Morning, Eridan.”

“…” Eridan lumbered over to you. “M'rnin’, dear.” he mumbled as he leaned down to kiss you.

You poured some steaming coffee into a mug as Eridan plopped down in a chair, head lolling sleepily. You placed it in front of him. He took the mug and swallowed the contents in one gulp. You stared at him, the icing you were held dribbling in excess onto a roll.

“What?” he grunted.

“That was 115 degrees F. How are you able to talk normally?”

“I do not give a fuck. If it’s coffee, I’m drinkin’ it, regardless.”

“… I can’t decide whether that’s badass or stupid.”

“It’s…” he saw what you were doing and his face lit up. He looked like a kid at Christmas. “We had cinnamon buns and you didn’t tell me?!”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot we had them.”

Eridan leapt from his chair, picked you up and kissed you hard. “I love you so much right now, (Name)!” He plucked up an iced roll and took a bite.

“Oh, yes.” he closed his eyes contentedly. His spiny ears fluttered like birds wings for a few seconds. “Oh, fuck yes!”

You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“So,” your smile faded. “I was watching the news a little while ago. It seems like you’re not alone in this.”

“What do you mean?”

You told him about the news report, about the dying species. When you finished, he was quiet for a minute.

“You do realize they’re technically conquerin’ us, right?”


“Think about it. If this were a war strategy, it’d be a very interestin’ one.”

You gaped at him. “Eridan, their species is dying!”

“I know, I know,” he put his hands up in defense. “I’m just sayin’.”

“Well, what matters to me right now is that the government isn’t going to take you away from me.” You pecked him on the cheek.

“They might.”

“Why do you say that?” you asked.

“Like I said before, some people might view this as an invasion of sorts. And what if some of those people were higher-ups in the government? And what does the government do when it fears a certain group of people?”

You went pale.

“I-I won’t let them.” you said, shakily but sternly.

“Whoa now, it was only a theory!” he said quickly, trying to cheer you up.

Eridan was right. Hopefully, the majority of the governments would decide to help preserve the alien species. If not…

You shook your head. It was too early in the morning to worry about such serious things. You decided to focus on finishing the icing on the cinnamon rolls. Eridan snuck about 3 more off the tray before you finally said no more for that morning. He whined, but you were firm.

You began to feel a bit better, but the thought still nagged at the back of your mind.

If anyone tried to take Eridan away… they were going to have to kill you first.

For those who missed CaffCast’s High Roller’s Stream - Here’s what I sent him about Trellimar!

The recent Sunday High Rollers stream that went out was conducted by CaffCast, as the majority of the Rollers were away. For those that missed it, the four of us all sent extra special detail about our characters and their backstories, which revealed snippets of and hints about the character’s pasts, which we don’t want you guys to miss out on. There was some awesome stuff in there. To catch the extra special detail regarding Cam, Elora and Jiutou, make sure you watch Caff’s stream when it’s uploaded to Yogslive. But for now, this is what I sent Caff. I hope you enjoy a little more detail about Trell’s mysterious life, and see what you can speculate from the little info I’ve given. ;)
Trellimar was born into the 8th Generation of the House of Aleath, and much like his ancestors he was in a position of servitude within the Temple of Lolth. His great grandfather, Juraxtyl, was a priest in the temple and none of Trell’s family had ever achieved such a high position before or after Juraxtyl. The whispering voice that Trell hears has been with him since he was a child. His parents thought that this was a sign from Lolth that he was chosen to follow in the footsteps of his great grandfather, but the voice had a different, older origin than anyone suspected.
Trell was one of few to survive the attack from the Daeylkyr, how he managed to do this remains a mystery. Trell’s quite, reflective nature comes from a lifetime of servitude and solace with the Temple of Lolth where he had little opportunity to develop the kind of relationships he currently has with his fellow travelers. His unusual attachment to items he has found comes from a life of having very few of his own possessions, and he will make use of any opportunity he can where there is gold or treasure involved. Upon the hatching of Granamyr, Trell felt a connection that he has not had with other creatures, possibly as a result of never seeing a creature like this in his underground home, as well as feeding into his possessive nature. When events take place that deviate from his mission, or the pursuit of treasure, Trell becomes disinterested and does not wish to get bogged down in the politics of others.

He also carries with him a blade of Lolth, a purely decorative item that acts as a sign of each Drow’s allegiance to their God.Having seen much death in his life, Trell showed little emotion to Jiuto’s passing. Only one death in his pat has proved of any significance to him, and it is something that he keeps close to himself. However, when Jiuto’s spirit saved Trell from the grip of death he was touched by this act of kindness, not anticipating that anyone would go to such lengths to save him. He now feels that Jiuto is a member of the party that should be protected, especially in her reduced form. Trell is looking for the Talisman of Fenriceer, a key to the powers of his patron. When he aligned himself with this force a streak of jet black appeared in his hair.

- editional info. He’s so clumsy because he’s not use to the ‘above ground’ world around him! 


Remember to catch everyone else’s when Caff’s stream is uploaded to yogslive! 

Title: run boy run

Pairing: CainxDean

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2,794

Notes: for MSR Halloween, prompt ‘Full Moon’, A/B/O au


Dean leaned against the hood of the Impala and sniffed the chill night air. Hands in his pockets, one ankle crossed over the other, he relaxed and let the tension unwind from his shoulders as he breathed in pine and churned mud. The patchy snow cover muted a lot of the smells, winter coming on in fits and starts as it snowed, and thawed, and snowed. A light breeze rustled the tall pine trees across the open field by the parking lot, pricking his face with cold burn and making him shiver despite the heat in his gut.

He probably could have made it to Sam’s new pack lands by now, if he’d wanted to. Dean still wasn’t too keen on his brother’s new mate. Ruby had cruel eyes and a sweet smile. But Sam was Sam and when Sam wanted something Sam made it happen. Dean was the only nomad left in the Winchester pack. He was zig zagging closer to Sam, meandering, putting it off. He probably could have made it to the pack lands by now, but Dean didn’t want to spend his heat there surrounded by strangers. He’d met Ruby, but he hadn’t met the others in her pack.

So it was just him and the pine trees and the moon tonight, on a back trail in the Colorado mountains sniffing out the territory. There wasn’t supposed to be a pack here, didn’t smell like it either. Just smelled liked earth and, round the parking lot, humans. It’d be better deeper in to the woods. The moon was round and bright in the cloudless sky, all the black spaces between stars a void but the pinprick smatterings of them shone silver around the brilliant light of the moon.

It made Dean itch to shed his human skin and run. It made the heat that had been blooming in his gut the past few days burst hot and sharp. It made his teeth ache to snap and his fingers twitch to tear into something.

Here was a good spot. Shedding his jacket, Dean opened the trunk to toss his boots and clothes inside. The ground was cold and hard, the gravel of the parking lot rough to human skin. He couldn’t hear or smell anyone else around except for a few small animals in the brush, prey. No other predators. Shutting the trunk and tossing the keys into the glove box of his unlocked car, Dean took his time moseying over the muddy field to the forest line. The snow had mostly melted and the ground was churned rough, wet, a beautiful scent right on the cusp of a shift into winter.

Dean liked riding the edges. He liked that trembling fine imminence when he knew he was coming up right on a heat. He liked feeling the shift and stretch of bones and skin right before a shift. He liked the unsteady edge between his humanity and his animal nature.

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Soulmate!5sos blurb night with justfandomwritings, fivesecondsofwriting, everythngiwant​, mikeyflannels, and gutpainmgc

You hadn’t seen him in your dreams yet, and thus far tonight was the same. You felt sad, discouraged. Not all of your friends had met their soulmates, but all of them had dreamed with them by now. Did your soulmate not dream much? Or worse, did you just not have one?

This dream was a little different than your usual ones. Usually your dreams were closer to home, about things you knew, this one was… a concert? Some kind of show. You’d not been to a concert in years. 

It was loud, and you moved through the crowd like a ghost, walking through chairs and people to get closer to the stage, to see the point in all of this. No one noticed, no one cared. They just kept singing and dancing and screaming, girls mostly interlaced with a few guys.

You made it across the stadium floor and stood at the base of the stage. Four boys, one on drums, one singing (currently), one on bass, and another one who was rocking around the stage playing guitar. The other three were stationary, just as much ghosts as the crowd. The fourth one, the boy with jet black hair and streaks of color running down the side, he was different. Something was… off about him.

“HEY!” You shouted up to him. As your voice echoed around the stadium, the ghosts began to fade away. The massive crowd behind you started to dissipate in a cloud of smoke; the stage disintegrated under his feet; the rest of the stage band evaporated into thin air; the guitar fell from him and disappeared.
He turned, and your eyes met. You instantly knew. This dream was very different.

The two of you stared at each other for a long moment, contemplating what this meant, who he was to you, who you were to him. It wasn’t entirely unwelcome, but it was certainly odd. 

“So,” you hesitantly broke the silence, “I’m (Y/n)… and we… we must be soulmates.”

He nodded quietly to himself, looking absently around in thought, “Yeah… I’m Michael.”

You took a deep, shakey breath and looked around at all that remained of his dissolved dream : the stadium you were standing in. “So, this is your dream I take it.”

Michael smiled and took a step forward, coming to stand at your side as you looked at the thousands of, now empty seats, around the two of you. “Yeah, it is…” He reached out a hand between the two of you. “Mind showing me yours?”

You hesitantly lifted your fingers. “Y-Yeah… I’d like that.” And as your fingers touched the scene around you began to change.


Chameleon I molecular cloud

This striking new image, captured by the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope, reveals a star in the process of forming within the Chamaeleon cloud. This young star is throwing off narrow streams of gas from its poles — creating this ethereal object known as HH 909A. These speedy outflows collide with the slower surrounding gas, lighting up the region.

When new stars form, they gather material hungrily from the space around them. A young star will continue to feed its huge appetite until it becomes massive enough to trigger nuclear fusion reactions in its core, which light the star up brightly.

Before this happens, new stars undergo a phase during which they violently throw bursts of material out into space. This material is ejected as narrow jets that streak away into space at breakneck speeds of hundreds of kilometres per second, colliding with nearby gas and dust and lighting up the region. The resulting narrow, patchy regions of faintly glowing nebulosity are known as Herbig-Haro objects. They are very short-lived structures, and can be seen to visibly change and evolve over a matter of years (heic1113) — just the blink of an eye on astronomical timescales.

These structures are very common within star-forming regions like the Orion Nebula, or the Chameleon I molecular cloud — home to the subject of this image. The Chameleon cloud is located in the southern constellation of Chameleon, just over 500 light-years from Earth. Astronomers have found numerous Herbig-Haro objects embedded in this stellar nursery, most of them emanating from stars with masses similar to that of the Sun. A few are thought to be tied to less massive objects such as brown dwarfs, which are “failed” stars that did not hit the critical mass to spark reactions in their centres.

Credit: NASA & ESA.Acknowledgements: Kevin Luhman (Pennsylvania State University), and Judy Schmidt

A nursery for unruly young stars

This striking new image, captured by the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope, reveals a star in the process of forming within the Chamaeleon cloud. This young star is throwing off narrow streams of gas from its poles — creating this ethereal object known as HH 909A. These speedy outflows collide with the slower surrounding gas, lighting up the region.

When new stars form, they gather material hungrily from the space around them. A young star will continue to feed its huge appetite until it becomes massive enough to trigger nuclear fusion reactions in its core, which light the star up brightly.

Before this happens, new stars undergo a phase during which they violently throw bursts of material out into space. This material is ejected as narrow jets that streak away into space at breakneck speeds of hundreds of kilometres per second, colliding with nearby gas and dust and lighting up the region. The resulting narrow, patchy regions of faintly glowing nebulosity are known as Herbig-Haro objects. They are very short-lived structures, and can be seen to visibly change and evolve over a matter of years — just the blink of an eye on astronomical timescales.

These structures are very common within star-forming regions like the Orion Nebula, or the Chameleon I molecular cloud — home to the subject of this image. The Chameleon cloud is located in the southern constellation of Chameleon, just over 500 light-years from Earth. Astronomers have found numerous Herbig-Haro objects embedded in this stellar nursery, most of them emanating from stars with masses similar to that of the Sun. A few are thought to be tied to less massive objects such as brown dwarfs, which are “failed” stars that did not hit the critical mass to spark reactions in their centres.

Image credit: NASA & ESA; Acknowledgements: Kevin Luhman (Pennsylvania State University), and Judy Schmidt

You Weren’t There (Part 1/?) (Bruce Banner/Clint Barton x reader)

Request: Can you write an imagine where the reader is Fury’s assistant, and he hates being bothered. She always schedules his appointments on a certain date which she thought didn’t exist. He has close to 125 meetings in 1day. He yells at the reader after, and she quits. Clint, has always had feelings for her, and feels bad for not doing anything. On her way home, she gets taken by Hydra. They believed she was more valuable. She gets experimented on. The team finds her a couple months later. Once she’s Back, she’s scared of what she can do. Telekinesis, telepathy, mind control, and ice. The hair is also back and silver now. Like what happened with Pietro. She’s really bad at controlling it, and she’s just a mess. Fury feels really bad, and they all yell @ him. In the end, with Bruce’s help (her older brother) she manages to get it under control. Clint also helps the reader out with how she feels and stuff. He eventually gets the balls to tell her how he feels. End how you want.

As you slammed your small amount of personal belongings into the cardboard box, you tried to call Bruce yet again, the fourth time in the last two minutes since Fury screamed at you in front of the entire weapons division and you angrily shouted back that you quit this damn job once and for all.  “Egomaniacal jerk,” you mumbled to yourself as the phone continued to ring with no answer, “power tripping asshat.”  

“(Y/N)?  What’s wrong?” Bruce said when he finally answered the phone that must have finally driven him mad.  “Who’s dead, dying, or-“

“I don’t know what you were thinking, Bruce,” you interrupted in a furious tone, “getting me this assistant job with that man.  I don’t need it that bad.  I would rather go back to flipping burgers than deal with one more minute of working with him.”  The sounds of your packing were almost so loud that they drowned out the conversation, but you kept on.  “Okay, so his calendar got all messed up, but it wasn’t totally my fault!  This new system that SHIELD uploaded last week is all glitchy and temperamental, but does he care? NO!  It must have been all me, right?”  As you finished collecting the last of your things, you turned to leave and took a deep breath to calm yourself, stopping at the door of your office to turn off the lights for the final time.  “God, I need a drink.  I’ll be by the tower in a bit, if that’s okay?”  You paused when there was no immediate reply, worried that your older brother had other ideas for you.  “If not I can just head home, it’s okay.”

“No, no it’s fine,” he replied quietly, “I’d love to see you.  So would…the rest of the team.”

“Great, thanks, B. I’ll be there in about an hour. Open bar, alright?”

“Got it,” he chuckled, “we’ll be ready.”

After waiting for what felt like forever for the bus to arrive, you threw your sad little box on the seat next to you and leaned your head back, closing your eyes for a few precious minutes before arriving home to change clothes.  It wasn’t doing you any good to stay too wound up from your shouting match with Fury, but you could only do so much.  Your eyes were jolted open when a man grabbed your box and set it on the floor, taking the seat next to you.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Well, actually-“

“Good.  Because we have some very important plans for you, (Y/N), and it would be a tragedy for your friends if I let you get out of my sight along the way.”


“I think (Y/N) should have been here by now, don’t you?”  Bruce asked quietly, looking back at the door in case you happened to walk in at any second, his heart racing a bit with each person that entered who wasn’t you.  “She said she was going to run home to change her clothes and that she’d be right over. That was…” he paused, turning his wrist to check his watch and immediately filling with anxiety, “Tony, that was almost three hours ago.  She lives ten blocks away.”

“You want to take a team over?”

“I think we should,” Bruce nodded and nervously fidgeted with his glasses.  “Maybe Nat and Steve could come with us, just to be safe.”

“I’m coming with you,” Clint interrupted, pulling his jacket on as he made his way towards the group. Bruce eyed him a bit suspiciously even though he knew exactly why Barton wanted to join in.  The two of them never discussed his feelings and he had never even shared them with you, but he still felt a sense of responsibility to make sure you were okay.  

Bruce nodded wordlessly and led the group to your apartment as quickly as he could.  Once there, he noticed that the door was locked and no signs that anyone had tried to break in, so his nerves calmed just slightly. With one hand still resting on the door knob, the other tapped at his jacket pocket, finding his keys and flipping them in his hand until he found the spare that you had given him when you moved in.

“She said this is for emergencies only,” he mumbled to himself, “I think this counts, but I really hope it doesn’t.”  

Bruce slowly slid the key into the lock and took a deep breath, closing his eyes and preparing himself as he turned it until it clicked its release and allowed him to push the door open.  Turning to glance back at Tony, he took a step into your home and dropped the ring of keys on the floor with a loud clang that startled the others.  His breathing quickened and his heart began to pound in his chest; he heard a familiar ring in his ears as his blood pressure began to climb and his anger became harder to control.  A small growl escaped from his throat, and he looked down to see his hands covered in a faint shade of green.  

“Nat, I think you need to take Banner outside,” Clint whispered, stepping forward as she cautiously took Bruce’s arm and led him away, speaking quietly and trying to hold his attention.

Steve and Tony followed Clint through the door and stopped short at the sight, looking at each other worriedly in silent conversation and turning to leave almost as quickly.  Clint paused for just a moment in the doorway, looking back and feeling suddenly very sick to his stomach with a deep ache in his chest.  He wondered how he didn’t see this coming; the man with impeccable vision, who could see better from a distance, completely missed the signs that were right in front of him.  You were the sister of an Avenger; not only an Avenger, but arguably the strongest Avenger. You were Nick Fury’s number one assistant and confidant, with high-level security access to SHIELD and Avengers intel.

You were always going to be a target.

He stared at the words painted hastily in red across your living room wall, the paint dripping from each letter like blood dripping from a wound, and did his best to avoid seeing the pictures of you and friends and family tossed carelessly and broken across your floor.  His eyes were drawn to one in particular of you and the team, safety nestled between himself and Bruce, looking happy and healthy.  In that moment, he vowed that he wouldn’t stop until you looked that way again.  

There are no prisoners with HYDRA.  There is only pain.

Clint stepped through the door and pulled a knife from his boot, flipping it in his hand before impaling it into the far wall, centered on the emblem they had sloppily painted there. His weapon connected between its eyes, and he gave a single nod in satisfaction.  As he finally closed the door behind him, he whispered to himself, “are you ready for yours?”


“What is happening?! She’s completely out of control!”

“We need to restrain her!”

“Sir, we can’t even enter the room!”

The cell you were held in couldn’t contain the powers they had given you, or rather experimented with until you were cursed with them.  You weren’t out of control at all; you were trying to make your escape with a well planned explosion of your abilities made to look like you were uncontrollable and so that they wouldn’t want you anymore.  You easily sent their tools and equipment flying through the air and smashing into each wall, and had now used your power of ice manipulation to freeze each door shut tight after the men had left the room.  If you were out of control, this would scare you more than you already were; you were terrified of what you could do and who you could hurt with it.  Your mind flashed to Bruce and the rest of his team, knowing that you were being created for that reason and why it was vital for you to escape.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” the man’s voice rang out through the room, “you need to regain control. You need to stop.”

You closed your eyes and focused on his voice, trying to find him in the dozens of other men just outside the door.  The telepathy and mind control wasn’t very sharp within you yet, but you had a vague understanding of how to use it, hoping it would be enough.  First, you had to clear your mind and relax your body from the fear that was gripping you.

“No,” you said quietly as if to yourself, “you need to stop talking and come to me.  You will release me and take me away from here.”

There was a long silence, and you knew you had reached him and made him confused, but you couldn’t be sure if you were effective or not.  At least not until you heard loud gunfire just outside, followed by his gentle knock on the door.

“(Y/N), I am here to take you to a waiting vehicle.”

It worked.  You sighed and rested your hand against the door, melting the ice away so that you could open it.  Before you made your escape, you gasped at the sight of in a nearby mirror, not recognizing yourself as the person who looked back.  Your hair had turned jet black with vibrant streaks of silver running through it, and your eyes were an electric blue.  It was certainly striking, but there was no way that you could ever hide yourself looking like this.

There was no time to think about that, however, and you grabbed the man’s arm to run from the base. If you could just get far enough away, you could call on your brother for help; you had been gone for nearly two months now, and you could only imagine the pain he was in.  The cargo door opened as you reached it and the getaway vehicle was in sight.  

Your escort stopped suddenly and turned to you, his eyes filled with recognition of what he was doing; he raised his weapon to stop you, your control over him clearly no longer effective.  

“You stay out of my head!” he yelled, releasing the safety on his gun and wrapping his finger around the trigger.  “Turn around and go back inside now!”

“Put it down,” you said calmly with your hands raised before you.  “Put it down and walk away.  I don’t want to do this.”

“Go back inside!”

“Please,” you whispered, your mind already taking control of his, even though you tried to stop, “I don’t want to.”

The guard’s eyes widened in horror as his arm turned and his hand aimed the gun at his own face.  You struggled to stop but your own fear of injury or death was controlling your actions now.  You wanted to lunge forward and rip it from his hands, but you were frozen in place, left to watch him die under your command with nothing you could do about it.

“(Y/N)!” Yelled a familiar voice from above; a voice that sounded like Tony and confirmed as such when his repulsor beam struck the guard down before he could shoot.  He landed firmly to the ground next to you, grabbing you as you sunk to your knees.  “Hey, kid, you’re okay, we’ve got you.”

“It’s about damn time.”

“You’re welcome,” he laughed, but there was no humor in the sound.  “I like the look.  If you’re going for inconspicuous though, near miss.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “I left the standard-issue sunglasses and hoodie at home.”

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anonymous asked:

I loved your sherlolly at hogwarts promt,pleaseee give me more. Pleaseeeeeeeeee pleaseeee

Oh, okay Nonny. You’ve pulled my leg. I’ll do it. (I kid; I adore Potter!lock.)

There had only been one previous occasion in which the Triwizard Tournament had found itself with four champions. Considering that the Dark Lord had returned on that occasion, no chances were taken when the Goblet of Fire spat out another that dangerous fourth name. Weeks of inquiries and investigations took place, and during that time, the four champions began to strike up a bond of some kind.

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2014 Sagittarius Forecast

2014 could prove to be one of your most social years on record, Sag! The isolation you endured in 2013 is finally coming to an end. Nothing is more unbearable to your free-bird soul than the feeling of being sequestered! Luckily, 2014 proves to be just the opposite. If anything, you’ll be craving a retreat by the end of the year just to recover from the non-stop mixing and mingling. There’s so much emphasis on your house of groups, friendships and long-term goals that you’ll happily be back in the ambitious saddle this year. You live for goals, challenges and aiming sky-high. This is your year to totally push past every limit imaginable. You’ll even surprise yourself with how resourceful you can be. Plus, you’ve got so much support from friends, family and colleagues that you cannot possibly lose.

The emphasis is on your friendships and allies this year. You’ve never needed or appreciated the help of your friends more than you will in 2014. The beauty and brilliance of this year is how your tribe will faithfully come through for you again and again. There’s nothing more valuable. Friends and community are your saving grace and source of endless celebration. This is also one of the best years on record to gather together your favorite like-minded people to accomplish greatness. It doesn’t matter whether you rally for business, creativity, spirituality or all of the above. The point is to congregate. There is crazy strength in numbers this year, so work those connections!

Your money situation looks incredibly bright in 2014, thanks to the ongoing influence of lucky Jupiter in your house of other people’s money all the way through July. You can ask for big loans and other forms of financial support and investments that would normally seem a bit daunting or unrealistic. Take bigger risks without throwing yourself into crazy debt because Saturn is still asking you to put the brakes on owing too much to others. This is a year for building not depleting your bank accounts, and considering the surging levels of creativity you’re about to experience, you’ll have no problem manifesting all that you want. Finally, travel looks spectacular starting this summer when your auspicious ruling planet (Jupiter) moves into your zone of long-distance adventure until the end of the year. You’re lucky jet-setting streak kicks in full force by July.

Career & Finance

2014 is all about who you know, Sag, and luckily you’ll be bombarded by the enthusiasm and support of friends and colleagues all year long. The biggest theme is on social networking, so don’t underestimate the power of connecting. Always carry your business cards with you, and rarely turn down a party invite this year. Doors are pretty much guaranteed to fly open via friends. Just use your sparkling and contagious enthusiasm to get others interested in rallying for your current cause. You’ll be thrilled at how people want nothing more than to support you in your professional ventures in 2014. Your ruler (Jupiter) will be showering you with the generosity of other people’s money all year long. It’s easy to garner loans and other sources of investors throughout the first half of the year, so don’t be afraid to ask for help. It’s only once every 12 years that you have this kind of superb planetary financial backing in your Eighth House of other people’s money.

The planet ruling money (Venus) starts off the year retrograding in your financial zone, which could throw your banking into a bit of chaos. Not to worry though, this will quickly improve after January. Use the opening of the 2014 as a course corrector to your money patterns for the rest of the year. Just vow to pay close attention to your banking details (as tedious as that may feel) and try to conserve your spending as much as you can until the storm passes in February. The rest of the year looks quite splendid in terms of financial abundance, so you have nothing to worry about. Long-distance travel and career opportunities could be synonymous starting in July. You’ll have the good fortune of Jupiter moving into your house of jet-setting and expansion starting this summer for a whole year, bringing you opportunities to broaden your horizons – both personally and professionally. Overall, 2014 looks totally rockin’ for taking your long-range goals and group affiliations to the next level.

Love & Relationships

Your friendship and romance zones are getting hit hard by this year’s eclipse patterns speeding up your evolution when it comes to understanding the connection between romance and friendship. The key is to put more romance into your friendships and more friendship into your love life in 2014. The North Node of the Moon is putting the emphasis on partnering with your friends. You’re being directed to put more energy into understanding the dynamics that help create more balance with friends, colleagues and allies, which may require less energy spent focused on romantic desires and problems. The South Node of the Moon shows what your are releasing, and it will be transiting your zone of romance for most of the year. This doesn’t mean you have to kiss your love life goodbye, it just means you’ll thrive if you make it less of an obsessive priority than you have in past years. The irony is that the more you focus on your friendships and long-term goals, the better and more spontaneous your love life will be.

Your super-lucky governing planet (Jupiter) continues to grace your sex sector for the first half of 2014. This should bring ample opportunities to express your deepest, sexiest life force. Intimate connections prove to be incredibly nurturing during the first part of the year. The second half of the year brings together travel and romance when Jupiter moves into your sector of long-distance travel. Not only will you have the good graces to roam the globe, but if you’re single there’s a good chance you could meet someone special along the way.

Saturn, the planet of testing and commitment, continues his tour of your house of dreams, retreat and imagination. This means that you may be craving more intimacy with yourself and your own inner world than getting lost in the needs and dramas of another. Even if you’re already entrenched in a serious commitment, you may still be craving more solitude and time to focus inwardly for one more year. You’re preparing for an entirely new and improved approach to yourself, life and relationships in general that will kick off in 2015 when Saturn crosses over your sign, Sag.


2015-16 Goals Game 27/82 (vs Winnipeg Jets)

Goal 1: Hossa
Goal 2: Teravainen
Goal 3: Panarin (Empty Net)
Bonus Gif 1: A smiley Kane hugs Panarin after his assist on Panarin’s empty net goal extended his scoring streak!
Bonus Gif 2: Kane sets a new franchise record scoring a point in 22 games straight!

The massive Perseus cluster

This image is Chandra’s latest view of the Perseus Cluster, where red, green, and blue show low, medium, and high-energy X-rays respectively. It combines data equivalent to more than 17 days worth of observing time taken over a decade with Chandra. The Perseus Cluster is one of the most massive objects in the Universe, and contains thousands of galaxies immersed in an enormous cloud of superheated gas.  In Chandra’s X-ray image, enormous bright loops, ripples, and jet-like streaks throughout the cluster can be seen. The dark blue filaments in the center are likely due to a galaxy that has been torn apart and is falling into NGC 1275 (a.k.a. Perseus A), the giant galaxy that lies at the center of the cluster. A different view of Perseus combines data from Chandra in the inner regions of the cluster and XMM data in the outer regions.

Image credit: X-ray: NASA/CXC/SAO/E.Bulbul, et al.