opportunities like this come once in a lifetime

Commission for @maydei :D
Scene from their fic which you can find here o3o

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“Victor had never realized how used to the gulls’ cries he had become until they weren’t there. The clicking of Mari’s bike gears and the roar of the ocean surf were the only sounds as they crossed the usually-busy bridge. It was strangely intimate with Yuuri like this; all the barriers of the day, of propriety and public opinion and their own worries had been removed. Now there was only this **chemistry.** An attraction, a set of feelings barely touched on and young, a fledgling thing testing its wings in the hopes of someday taking flight.

And there they were beneath an impossibly starry sky, two figures in the moonlight stuck on a song. Victor had never realized until that moment how truly alike they were—how improbable it was to chase a boy across the world and in the process find someone who woke him up in the middle of the night because he **needed** to dance on the ice.

A kindred spirit, a reflected soul. Two categorically impossible people who had a love of foolhardy and inadvisable things, all for the love of their craft.

With midnight come and gone, 2 AM found Yuuri on the ice playing his song from a portable cell phone speaker, the sound of a distant piano filling the empty rink in a way that felt like a prophecy of something greater. Victor liked to imagine he could already hear the power of this music on the PA system, of five or ten or twenty thousand people hearing it in a stadium, on their televisions as they witnessed Yuuri’s love.

It wasn’t a routine; there was no proper choreography, even.

But Yuuri danced with an emotion so incredible and poignant and **joyous** that Victor couldn’t look away. It was far from perfect, and less than half of it ISF sanctioned, but that didn’t matter. The rules didn’t matter on a night like this, to people like Victor and Yuuri.

What mattered was the bliss in Yuuri’s face as the music washed over him, the cut of his skates, the curl of his body. What mattered was Yuuri skating it again and again, different each time and having not a care in the world for it.

It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Come tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, this song would become a routine and the freedom would be gone. For now, though, as Victor leaned against the boards and **watched,** it was something new to both of them.

So he let himself enjoy it.”

Imagine: Getting Dean to go Jogging

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Language, jealous!Dean, implied smut

A/N: this is my submission for @hannahindie‘s Party Like It’s Pawnee Indiana Challenge! I adore Parks and Rec, and these prompts were absolutely incredible. Congratulations on the followers, hun!!

My prompt is “Jogging is the worst! I know it keeps you healthy, but God, at what cost?” and is bolded below! Enjoy!

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bittersweet {1}

Summary: Steve lost you once, and he doesn’t want to risk it again. Too bad he only has three months. | modern AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This is part 1 of my entry for my lovely Sofi’s [ @nataliarxmanxva ] writing challenge! My prompt is Summertime Sadness, by Lana Del Rey, which appears in the second part. This is also my first actual Steve fic, so I hope you all enjoy! | masterlist

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As many of you know by now, The Great Comet has announced its closing on Broadway.  While some knew it was coming, we still feared this day might come.  And now that it has happened, we are left being sad or even enraged on how a unique show like this received the ax.  I feel sad by this too but for some strange reason, I feel happy.  Why?  Because they gave Dave Malloy a chance to bring a show like this to Broadway for everyone to see.  Normally, a show this complex and odd won’t even get past Off-Off-Broadway but Dave was given the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rework on his project to make it special for Broadway audiences.  And for those who have seen it, it’s truly a treat to watch, listen and experience in.  And even though we are sad that this will go away soon, we are going to celebrate its legacy.  Celebrate the goals and feats it has accomplished in its journey, celebrate its gorgeous score and book, and, most of all, celebrate the whole.  And who knows?  This could inspire someone to make a show similar to this and it could be brought to Broadway too. 

As we come up to September 3rd, give the cast and crew love and support.  Tell them how this show has made an impact on your life.  Congratulate them for the amazing work they do on the stage and behind the scenes.   Any type of love you can give whether it is physical like fan gifts or emotional like words of encouragement can help them.  But let’s always celebrate the risk-takers and keep the magic of this show alive by sharing the music and performances with everyone.  Let’s celebrate the Comet.

You’re mine, Omega

(Chapter Two) Jensen x Reader

Characters: Jensen, Jared, Reader, OFC Emily, mentions of Danneel

Warnings: tinsy bit more of angst, mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 2617

A/n: Thank you so much for all of you for liking this! I was so nervous about posting but now, I’m so excited to share this with all of you. Tags are under the chapter.

Chapter one

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“Jensen, I know you want to meet your omega, but isn’t this dangerous? Don’t you think this will cause a rift in your marriage?”

Jensen sighed and dragged a hand down his face. Jared had a point. “Look, I’ve been looking for my omega for years now Jared… If I don’t at least meet her, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” Jared sighed and nodded.

“I have my soulmate, I couldn’t imagine what you’re feeling right now. I’ll help. I don’t know just how badly this will go but-” Jared dragged a hand down his face. “I’ll make sure you meet her. On one condition.”

Jensen nodded. “Yeah man, anything.”

Jared sighed and played with his wedding band before turning back to Jensen. “You need tell Danneel the truth.”

Jensen swallowed thickly and nodded slowly, feeling a bit unsure. He really needed to meet his omega but he was afraid of how Danneel would take the sudden news. “Let’s go find this girl.”

Jensen let out the breath he was holding and hugged Jared. “You have no idea how much I appreciate this, man.”

“Of course and I’m not even going to mention this to Gen, I don’t want Danneel finding out from anyone but you.”

“No, no, of course not. I don’t want her to get hurt hearing from someone else. It’s ju-” Jensen sighed. Suddenly, his head whipped around as he sniffed the air, smelling the thick, heavy scent of his omega. “She’s near.”

He quickly went to the door and opened it, the scent still heavy in the air. Once he stepped out, he got overcrowded by his fans wanting to desperately meet him. He sighed and quickly put on a big smile as he started signing stuff handed to him and took lots of pictures with the fans. Before he knew it, the scent had disappeared and he had to get to his photo ops. He walked down to the room he had to be in feeling disappointed. He didn’t want that scent to disappear. It was thick and heavy and he just couldn’t get enough. He sighed as he stepped into the room where all of the photographers were and got ready for his photo ops.

/\/\/\/\/\/\

You stood in the line for the photo ops alone, checking your phone every two minutes, feeling anxious about every second that passed by. Emily hadn’t bought a ticket so she was going through the booths, texting you pictures of the ones with good stuff. You would answer her with casual messages of cool and nice but you were feeling the total opposite inside. You couldn’t explain the overwhelming feeling in your stomach. It felt like butterflies on Viagra, on twenty seven energy drinks, running around inside your stomach. The only other time you felt this way was when you were eight and you were going to get on a rollercoaster that was part of your local fair, by yourself. This, however, was so much more frightening. You bit your lip in excitement and practically jogged in your spot.

You were seventh in line. You watched as one by one, every five minutes, someone went inside. The closer you got, the more nervous you felt inside. The agonizing pain to meet him overwhelmed you. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. He was just a person like anyone else, except, he wasn’t just anyone, he was Jensen Ackles, god of your dreams and your ruined panties. There was now four people in front of you. You fidgeted excessively with your shirt. There was a loose strand and you tugged at it, somehow giving you satisfaction in those few seconds.

Three people were left in front of you. That’s when it hit you. You felt the strong pull. You heard about this pull but never felt it before. It wasn’t exactly like Star Wars kind of pull, no force here, but his scent. His heavy scent. He was in a rut and you could smell him from a mile away. You wondered why it barely hit you now but you shook your head, trying to focus on the fact that your alpha was near. He was near. You could feel his rut and his need for you. You hoped he couldn’t feel yours. One person was in front of you now. You’d focus on your alpha later. Right now, you were going to meet Jensen Ackles. The Jensen Ackles!

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the person in front of you went in for her photo. You stood there, waiting, feeling like time couldn’t pass any slower. You looked up at a clock hanging on the wall tick by every second. It’s like time just couldn’t move faster. You felt a bead of sweat slowly travel down the side of your face and fall onto your shoe with the tiniest plop. You looked at the spot confused as to why you were sweating. Being nervous and anxious was never a good combination for you. It usually triggered excessive amounts of sweating, bouncing, and the intense need to pee.

It had been about five minutes until you saw a man poke his head out of the curtain. “Number 637, you’re next.”

You took in a deep breath and slowly stepped forward. You couldn’t feel your legs but somehow, they just moved on their own. You walked into the room and there he was. He was more gorgeous than you could ever imagine, also strangely, taller. You slowly took a couple of steps until you were three feet away from him. That’s when you felt it again; that strong rut scent from earlier that made you get dizzy for a second, it was hitting you again but harder, stronger, it was, at that moment, one of the best things you had ever smelled. It filled you with need, with the urge to just shove your hand down your pants and become a pervert, of course, you wouldn’t cause that’s just wrong.

Your eyes widen as they moved towards Jensen’s beautifully toned back. There was absolutely no freaking way Jensen was your alpha. You looked around seeing there was about five people in the room besides you and Jensen. You swallowed thickly and begged your heart to quit beating so hard. It could be anybody in this room, you thought, there’s no way a god like Jensen is an alpha to a nobody besides, Danneel’s was his omega and that was that.

Jensen turned around and looked at you and his heart skipped a beat. He closed his eyes momentarily. He inhaled deeply and there it was. The scent of his omega. He took a step towards you and the scent grew stronger. He studied the way your cheeks were a bright red and how adoribly shy you were. He almost fell in love with the sight before him. Step by step, the closer he got, the stronger the scent became, the harder it was for him to concentrate on anything but you.

You looked up seeing him and you held your breath.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m Jensen. What’s your name?” Your fingers trembled as your mind was racing with words.

“(Y/n).” Your voice was soothing and soft. Although you were nervous, Jensen loved your voice and you had only said your name.

“What a beautiful name.” He reached forward, grabbing your hand, interlacing your fingers like it was second nature and pulled you towards the background and the camera. You felt shocks up your arm and you shivered. You were touching THE Jensen ackles. “Do you know what pose you’d like to do?” Jensen looked at you and locked eyes for a second with you and in that moment, he knew and so did you, you were his omega and he was your alpha.

When your eyes locked with Jensen’s, you blushed darkly and looked away. That’s when it hit you, hard. The slowly pool of emotion settled at the bottom of your stomach and you didn’t know what to do. You wanted to throw up, jump in his arms, run out of the room, and faint, all at once. It was undeniably overwhelming. “Y-yeah.. I-i was w-wond-dering if we c-could do a hug f-fr-from the back?” Jensen swallowed thickly and nodded, chuckling softly from how nervous you were. He turned you around and slowly moved his arms around your middle. His fingers touched your bare skin on your hip where your shirt raised, sending shivers against your skin. It felt good and perfect. Jensen felt the same electricity in his fingers and he swallowed thickly. It took every ounce of his strength to not turn you around and make you his, to claim his missing omega. He pulled you flush against his chest and hugged you like he was holding onto the most important thing in his life. You moved your hands over his and looked at the camera and smiled as the camera man took the pictures.

Once the camera man finished, you slowly moved your hands from his. Jensen moved his arms reluctantly and he looked at you and smiled. “Thank you for taking a picture with me. I hope you like them.”

You smiled softly and looked at him, swallowing thickly. “Oh please, I’m the one with the once in a lifetime opportunity here.” You bit your lip in shock. Where the hell did all that newfound confidence to even speak come from? And why the hell did it come now? You thought this in the span of a couple of seconds before Jensen smiled widely and chuckled softly.

You leaned in to hug him but felt that would be weird and inappropriate and decided against it. You waved awkwardly at him and swallowed the huge lump in your throat. “Thank you Jensen, again, for, um, pictures.” You smiled softly as you stepped back and walked out of the room as the guard brought in the next girl. Jensen watched you walk out and dragged his hand down his face slowly, practically rewinding and replaying what just happened in those five minutes. He softly let out a sigh and he rubbed his eyes and mumbled, “this is going to be so much harder than I thought.” He heard the next girl approach him and put on a fake smile and continued doing the photo ops.

As you stepped out of the room, you couldn’t believe you did what you did. You hugged Jensen ackles. You hugged him! Well, you didn’t really hug him, he hugged you from behind but still! You ran to a bathroom and locked yourself in a stall. You needed to think about what just happened. That’s when you felt an ache in your chest. You physically missed Jensen. Well of course you were gonna miss him, especially when he was your alpha. Shit, he was your alpha. Your eyes widened as you realized what you just thought. He was your alpha! The moment you looked into his eyes, you imprinted on him. You were his, his and only his. This was bad, very very bad.

/\/\/\/\/\/\

Once the photo ops had finished, Jensen followed his bodyguard to his first panel of the weekend. He sighed heavily feeling empty. He had met you. He had finally met his omega, and now the inexplicable pain in his chest did not leave. He never knew he’d get so attached quickly. His father had told him about how if an alpha and an omega don’t meet after a certain age, they start to feel a sense of need for one another and once they meet, they’ll physically feel pain and want for each other until they knot their love. Jensen sighed and rubbed his forehead. How could he remember this now and not before he met you?

You were sitting anxiously, waiting for the panel to begin. You fidgeted with your bands countless time before Emily looked at you and raised her eyebrow. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

You swallowed thickly and looked at her. “I met him.”

“Him?”

“I met my alpha.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?”

“Y-yeah, it’s just, it’s way more complicated and it’s really bad. I can’t believe this happened. I’m freaking out here and I think I just might die.”

“Emily looked at you confused. “Boo, what are you talking about?”

You sighed and put your face in your hands. “It’s Jensen,” you mumbled. You didn’t want anyone else hearing you. It was bad enough it happened, you didn’t need countless fans bashing you on the internet.

“Who?”

“Jensen!” You whispered loudly. Emily’s eyes widened as she looked around, making sure nobody was near the two of you.

“R-really?”

“Y-yeah.. I imprinted on him..” You groaned loudly and brought your legs up on the chair and put your head on your knees.

“Are you sure?” You nodded furiously.

“Y-yeah, my chest burns right now cause he’s not here with me. I physically miss him Em. What am I gonna do? What the hell am I gonna do? I can’t just go back to my life like nothing. I will die.”

Emily sighed and sat back on her chair. She rubbed her face, trying to think of anything that could help you. “Shit babe.” You nodded and kept your face in your knees. This was very bad.

At that same moment, Jensen was passing backstage. He was waiting for Jared. He needed to talk to him urgently. Hopefully, before going up onstage for the panel. He smelled your thick scent once more. He knew you were in the audience, waiting, and it killed him not going out and seeing you once more. He heard some loud footsteps and he turned, seeing Jared walking up with his bodyguard. Jensen sighed in relief and practically sprinted to Jared. “Dude, we have a problem.”

Jared looked at him and looked around making sure nobody was close enough to hear them. “You meet her?” Jensen nodded furiously and swallowed thickly. “Yeah, I did.”

“Well, good, you finally met her. You’ve accomplished what you’ve always wanted to do. Don’t you feel great? This eternal search of yours can be over!”

Jensen groaned, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes harshly. “No, no I don’t because, well, I physically miss her a-and well, she’s gorgeous and her voice is amazing and she’s just… Wow. And I can’t do anything about it because, I well, ugh! This is hard!” Jensen huffed sadly and angrily and sat on a stool near the curtains of the stage.

Jared sighed and looked around, making sire it was still just them two. “Look Jen, first off, quit acting like an obnoxious child throwing a tantrum and two, I don’t know what to tell you. Honestly, three hours ago, I thought Danneel was your omega and that you were happy, and now, you’re huffing and puffing about your real omega who you just met like thirty minutes ago. I’m your best friend and I won’t judge you about any decisions that you make, but before you make any, let’s ease into things ok? You can start out as friends with your omega and well see where it goes from there.. Maybe you really did belong to your wife and not this girl, even if, she’s the one who was technically, is your true omega.”

Jensen looked at Jared and nodded. “You’re right man, I shouldn’t be worrying so much about this, well just ease it. I’m cool. So cool, vanilla ice would be jealous.” Jared groaned but smiled and patted Jensen on the back.

“Alright, well, come on, we have a panel to attend to.”

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Faint

MariChat fanfic:

The sun was just starting to set as Marinette climbed to her rooftop view, her eyebrows furrowed together and her mouth set in a grim line. It had not been a good day at all. She was late for school again this morning because a little boy had lost his mother in a crowd of people; and by the time she managed to get into school, her History exam was already 30 minutes in. She barely finished half the exam by the time she had to hand it in. But really, that was almost a walk in the park to what happened later in the afternoon. Adrien and Nino had walked up to herself and Alya after school and Adrien had specifically asked her if she wanted to come to a charity event that he had to go to, key words: with him.

“It’s going to be so boring by myself, and my Dad isn’t the biggest fan of Nino.”
“Man, your dad hates me, big time.”

“So, did you want to keep me company, Marinette?”

And what did Marinette do at this once in a lifetime opportunity to go out with Adrien, alone, in a date-like capacity. Fainted.

She had just woken up 30 minutes previously, at home, where Adrien and his driver had dropped her off with her parents. Her mother kindly informed her that, “That nice model boy from your school dropped you home after making the school nurse make sure you were okay. He said he hopes you feel better. Isn’t that sweet?”

Marinette just couldn’t take her mother’s probing about her relationship with that nice young man. Mostly because Marinette didn’t have a relationship with him. She could barely get out two words on a good day to him; if she couldn’t talk to him what chance did she have of ever going on a date with him. Answer: No chance.

A heavy sigh left her mouth and she slid down the fence until she was sitting on the ground, her knees tucked in and her head resting on them. She wasn’t ever going to live this down, and worse, she wasn’t ever going to get anywhere with Adrien. It was just all so humiliating.

Cat Noir landed stealthily just beside where her head rested, a deep purr rumbling. “Marinette, what paw-fect timing. I wanted to see if you were okay.”

Marinette raised her head slightly so she could look into Cat’s. To the untrained eye, he might just look like his normal flirty self, but to her, she saw the worry. It was the slight downwards turn of his lip and the gentle furrow between his eyes. If news of her idiocy had already gotten to Cat Noir, Marinette’s life may as well be over. Without any preamble, Marinette rested her forehead on her knees and began to sob. She knew it was even more pathetic; she knew that it would cause the kind-hearted kitty to worry even more about her, but she just couldn’t help it. It had been an awful awful day, and it just wasn’t getting any better.

Cat Noir instantly went into protective mode, leaping down next to the crying girl and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Marinette. What’s wrong? Please?”

Marinette flung her arms around his neck and continued to sob noisily into his catsuits shoulder. “I-I ruined e-e-everything!” Her sobs seemed to be getting louder and more desperate and Cat just held her even closer, murmuring reassuring things in her ear.

“Shhhh. Shhh. Nothing is ruined. You’re okay.”

She seemed to disagree with that, as she shook her head against his shoulder, her sobs, impossibly getting even louder. It was maybe 20 minutes later that Marienette had finally cried herself out, her face red and blotchy, but no longer streaming with tears. Cat still held her tightly in a hug, smoothing her hair back from her face. Once even her sniffles had quietened, Cat Noir, with an effortless grace, picked up the lovely girl and carried her, bridal style, back to her room. He sat them both on the bed,  depositing her snuggly in his lap to continue holding her.

They sat like that in silence, his arms wrapped snugly around her waist and hers still securely clasped behind his neck, until Marinette cleared her throat and looked up at the cat before her. “I’m sorry, kitty, I’m a mess tonight.”

Shaking his head softly, he tsked his tongue. “No need to apologize, sweetheart.” Not quite sure why he did, Cat Noir nuzzled his nose against the side of her neck gently, his lips finding the spot under her ear. Her startled gasp turned into a quiet moan, and Cat grinned against her neck. “I do want to know what you think you ruined though. Because I bet you it’s not as bad as you think.”

Marinette chuckled without mirth; her mouth slanting down in a frown again. “Trust me, kitty. I really messed things up.” His green cats eyes stared at her, patiently, imploringly. “The boy at school; the one I’ve told you about. I missed my chance today.” A lone tear spilled out the side of one eye just thinking about it again.

Without missing a beat Cat kissed the cheek that the tear was sliding down, stopping it in its tracks. “He’s a stupid boy then. He should be so lucky to date you.” Fondly, Cat raised a paw and ran it through Marinette’s unbound hair, brushing it out softly.

“No, no. He didn’t do anything. I was the stupid one. He asked me to an event, a charity thing.” Cat’s eyes went wide as saucers, his breath completely stopping. Marinette forged on, unaware of Cat’s surprise. “And I just… I fainted. Which I’m sure you know, that’s why you’re here. I just… I can’t even talk to him, kitty. I get all tongue tied and flushed and I… I don’t know what to do.” Marinette laid her head against his shoulder, tightening her hold a little as she began to wallow again.

“I… Marinette, this boy…”

A helpless sigh, “Is wonderful, kitty. And I’m a moron.”

No matter that it was actually him that was the imbecile here, Cat just couldn’t let Marinette think such thoughts about herself. “No, you aren’t. You’re kind, and clever, and selfless and resourceful and… Marinette, you’re wonderful. Don’t you know that?” A paw came up and raised her chin so she could look him in the eyes, so she could see the truth in them.

Marinette sniffed delicately and wiped a tear from her cheek. “Kitty…”

He heard the disagreement in her voice, and before she could argue with him he did the only thing that he could think of; the only thing he had been able to think of since he got to her balcony. He kissed her.

He tried, oh he tried, to be gentle. To keep the kiss sweet and innocent and new. But Marinette was almost addicting. Her lips was the softest things he had ever felt, and he could feel her smiling against him. Slowly, he let his tongue dart out and lick at her bottom lip before nipping at it, sucking, basking in her cherry sweet taste. And just when he was almost certain that he could reign himself back in, that he could pull away and allow her to talk, she let out a quiet but desperate moan. It was one word, “Kitty.” And he was undone all over again. Hands were in hair, and teeth nibbled and sucked while tongues danced. In the chaos, Marinette had wiggled in his hold and ended up straddling his lap in an effort to get closer. She was warm and soft in his arms, and Cat Noir could do nothing to resist her.

An eternity later, as Cat was pecking kisses against her collarbone, Marinette’s head tilted back, he had a thought. Another kiss against her throat, “Sweetheart.”

An answering whimper.

“I have a surprise for you. I think you’ll like it.” He leaned up to nibble on her ear, pulling at it gently with his teeth.

She grinned at him, eyebrows raised even as her eyes were still shut with pleasure. “Are you being dirty, kitty?”

He scoffed, mentally filing away the images that that sentence had conjured in his mind for later. “Not at all. It’s an actual surprise.”

Marinette tilted her head down and cocked it to the side cutely. “Oh, what is it?”

Cat Noir grinned like the cheshire cat he was and pecked the lovely girl on the lips once more. “Claws in, Plagg!”

Marinette began to protest, straining in his grasp to get away from him; to cover her eyes. But it was too late. As soon as he had uttered the words, Cat Noir, the superhero that she was straddling, had morphed into Adrien Agreste. It took not even two seconds for Marinette to faint this time.

Auston Matthews - Welcome Home

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique


A/N: Pre-writing some stuff, you’re probably seeing this the day after I wrote it. I’m down to my last few requests, so send in more please!! This one also turned out highkey really lame, so I’m really sorry about that.

Request: “  Hey can I request one with Auston Matthews where you come home from studying abroad for a semester or like while you’re studying abroad?? Thanks!!! “

Warnings: None!

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Daily Horoscopes - September 1st, 2017

Hello September!!! Treat us kindly! New month, new love, new goals, new success. A fresh starting point! (Sorry for inactivity. August 30th was my 21st birthday and this week has been full of celebratory shenanigans) blessed be! 

ARIES: Let someone else be the latest flavor of the month. You’re a classic perennial, a mainstay – and once they’re sick of kiwi-strawberry malted, they’ll come back to you, just like always.

TAURUS: Big risks pay off in unexpectedly delightful ways. If you’ve been hesitating, move now, because this opportunity is of the once-in-a-lifetime variety. So go ahead, roll those dice. 

GEMINI: If someone’s being non-cooperative and they’re absolutely essential to your plans, you can try to run at ‘em like a battering ram or (the better choice) using some sweet words to get them on your side. 

CANCER: You’ve been working so hard lately, isn’t it about time you got some rewards for it? Well, the stars seem to think so. And don’t be surprised if that reward comes to you in the form of money.

LEO: Why live in shades of grey when you can make your world black and white, right? Um, wrong. You may be certain that you’re right, but that alone doesn’t necessarily make it so. Don’t let your ego get the best of you. 

VIRGO: Ah, responsibilities. We all have to deal with them. This just happens to be your day. Pay close attention to the details surrounding a project you’re working on. Something small may represent the key turning point. 

LIBRA: Go all out and get what you want. Whether you’re looking for a night on the town, the perfect date or even a raise, this is your day to get your way. Even better, it won’t take much work on your part. 

SCORPIO: You could do the same old thing – or you could have some fun an do something completely different. Or maybe even go someplace different. Why eat pizza when you could do Ethiopian and meet someone foreign?

SAGITTARIUS: You’re a diligent sign and you’ve done what’s necessary to create a strong safety net for yourself. But that doesn’t mean it can’t get stronger. Spend time figuring out how to add more cushioning to your situation. 

CAPRICORN: You’re seeing stars, and with very good reason – a wonderful person has entered your life. Your connection is amazing – it almost seems to go soul-deep. Could this be the real thing?

AQUARIUS: It doesn’t take much persuasion on your part to get a certain someone to see your side of things – a few well-placed words will take care of that. In fact, your charm is so powerful, it’s almost unfair.

PISCES: Ever worn a pair of too-tight shoes for too long? They pinch and they hurt like hell. It’s he same way with the wrong sized expectations. So are they too big or too small? That’s up to you to decide. 

mewtwofan1  asked:

Hey. I love your work, and I'm so happy you're an intern on steven universe! That's like a once in a lifetime opportunity! Any tips for a future animator on how to get an internship or job there at Cartoon Network?

Thank you so so much!!! ❤️❤️ I will definitely be making a post with advice about getting to studios in a lil bit, I wanna help out as many people as possible!! I’m gonna wait til I’m at least a little into the semester though so I feel like I have more helpful advice to give! So yeah, I promise a post like that will be coming down the line! And thank you all so much for your support, it’s been nothing but kind words and I love you guys so much!!

Prince Charming

A/N: Alright, here we are. This is the Cinderella AU I’ve been talking about and I am 1000% this is absolutely ridiculous because it’s been a wip since early March of last year. Regardless, I hope you guys like it ;u;

Pairing: StevexReader

Word Count: 2344

Warnings: None


“Natasha, you promised that there would be handsome men here and there aren’t.”  I pout. “Did you lie just to get me to come?”

“Now why would I do that?” She smirks at me.

“Well it wouldn’t be the first time you…” I trail off, noticing someone new walking into the ballroom, looking rather lost and more than a little overwhelmed. “Who is he?”

“Who is who?” She asks.

“That gorgeous blond over there who just came in.” I answer, pointing him out to the best of my ability.

“I don’t know, but if you don’t go speak to him, I’ll have to do it myself, and I know you don’t want that.”

“Alright, I’m going. I’m going!” I say, grinning at her before making my way through the crowd.

It takes a while for me to find him, but I manage. I tap him on the shoulder to get his attention and end up startling him instead. He jumps and whips around to see who had touched him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” I chuckle, shielding my mouth with my hand.

“You didn’t,” He says quietly. His gaze lingers on my face for a moment before his eyes widen in surprise. “Your majesty.” He blurts out, bowing awkwardly.

“Please there’s no need to be so formal,…?”

“Oh! Steve. My name is Steve.” He rushes to say, realizing I was asking for his name.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Steve.” I smile and dip my head to him.

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anonymous asked:

55? For the prompts thing?

Again, I am so sorry for the delay!

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“You are my best friend in the whole world, okay?” Beca said pulling Chloe into an even tighter hug. “You’re the person I love more than anyone. And this isn’t goodbye.”

She felt Chloe sniff against her as she gripped tightly at the fabric of Beca’s shirt.

“It feels like goodbye,” she said, her voice breaking.

“I know,” Beca said, struggling to keep her own tears at bay. “But it isn’t. I promise.”

“Beca, I hate this. I don’t want to be apart from you for six months. I don’t even want to be apart from you for six hours,” Chloe said, still sobbing into her shoulder.

Beca ended their hug but kept her hands on Chloe’s shoulders.

“Then come with me,” she said, as if the idea had just occurred to her. “Come on tour with me.”

“As your groupie?” Chloe said, laughing at what she assumed was a joke.

“As my girlfriend,” Beca said.

“You really want me to come?”

“More than anything,” Beca said. “I didn’t ask before because it seemed like a farfetched idea. But saying goodbye to you is too painful. I want you with me.”

Chloe still looked hesitant. In her head she was thinking of all the reasons she’d have to say no.

“Do you want to come with me?” Beca asked.

“Of course I do,” Chloe said. “But what about money? What about my job?”

“You hate your job,” Beca said. “And I’m getting paid enough for the both of us.” She took hold of Chloe’s hands. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I want to share it with you. Say yes.”

Chloe smiled.

“Okay then. Yes.”

Jacksepticeye Live

Ticket for show : $45.00

300 mile round trip drive with snacks: $60.00

Hotel room for the night: $250.00

Seeing Jack, Live in person : PRICELESS! 

There were credit card advertisements that went with a priceless life event theme a while back. Ever since the US tour was announced those commercials were running in my head and I wanted to make a post around that. lol :P

Seriously tho, the show was Awesome! Jack had talked about it being an intimate setting and he totally achieved that. It felt like I was hanging out with my friend, shooting the shit and having a blast. 

If you have the opportunity to go to one of Jack’s live shows: Do It! You won’t be disappointed.

I won’t spoil it for future shows but I’ll say that there were funny times and serious inspirational moments too. I’m so glad I went. It’s definitely something I will not forget attending. 

I’ll be smiling for days. Thank you so much Jack for coming to Minneapolis and giving myself as well as so many other people a once in a lifetime experience. 💖

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He had not said anything in nearly two days.

Abbie groaned, as she pulled up to the stoplight. Crane sat beside her in the car, staring out the window. He was still steaming - that much, she could tell. In fact, he’d been furious since that fateful night two days prior, and though his silence had been nice at first; it had gotten quite old quite quickly.

“Alright, Crane: spill,” Abbie finally said, shaking her head, “what’s on your mind?”

Crane turned and stared her down, his eyes still full of the same level of shock and hurt they had been those two days prior.

“Crane, seriously…” She told him again with a sigh.
“I am betrayed!” Crane exclaimed, hands flailing, “how could you not tell me that he was the father?!”
“Oh god,” Abbie said with a groan, “this is why you’ve been so quiet? Really?”
“It is just… it’s unthinkable! It’s too convenient!” He prattled on, before pausing, “everyone else knew, didn’t they? That is why Miss Jenny was filming my reaction, wasn’t she?”

Abbie sighed.

“Yes, Crane, everyone knew,” she told him, “like, the whole planet knows. And for what it’s worth, Jenny’s video got ten thousand likes on youtube before it was taken down. Apparently, they couldn’t figure out what a ‘shodden herring’ was, and assumed it was something obscene.”

Crane folded his arms, and stared ahead, fuming.

“Oh, come on, Crane: how often do you get to surprise someone like that? It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity!” She said, “and really, did you want to be spoiled?”
“I would’ve liked some preparation!” he spat, “frankly, the knowledge of Luke Skywalker’s parentage came as quite a shock!”

Abbie tried hard to stifle a chuckle.

“It does not even follow!” Crane continued, “Obi-Wan Kenobi stated to Luke in Episode IV that, and I quote: ‘Vader betrayed and murdered your father!’”
“Well, the Jedi do have their own point of view, Crane,” Abbie told him, smiling.
“That is nothing more than an excuse for shoddy writing!” Crane protested, before shaking his head in defeat, “I am distraught.”
“Cheer up, okay? We’ve still got Return of the Jedi to get through,” Abbie said, reaching over and patting him on the arm.

Crane turned to her and offered a smile.

“Good. I suppose I am eager to see the burgeoning romance between Luke and Leia,” he said, eagerly.

It was Abbie’s turn to stare ahead, silent and wide-eyed.

Oh boy, she thought to herself…

honestly, i see foggy as like, bisexual, but not aware he’s bisexual, if that makes sense. like, he knows matt is hot, but come on, anyone with eyes can see that. he gets asked what celebrity he’d sleep with, and dead pan responds with a guys name, but that doesn’t mean he likes guys, that’s just taking advantage of a once in a lifetime opportunity. and, you know, maybe he gets drunk at some college party once, and maybe he plants one on a random guy, and his heart jumps out of his chest when he gets kissed back, but it’s not that good and the guy is kind of a dick and it’s all around a not enjoyable experience. and that marks when foggy goes from toying with the idea of being into guys to just…writing it off. he likes girls, and he didn’t like that one guy, so he’s gotta be straight. and because of that, all the weird flutters and worry and warmth that comes from matt just all get lumped under best friend feelings.

Stay | SLBP {Saizo}

Game: Samurai Love Ballad Party
Character: Saizo Kirigakure
Genre: Angst
Trigger warnings for: death, sickness, implied torture, starvation, hallucinations
Summary: Where there are wars, there are prisoners of them. Saizo makes a calculated decision to buy a certain cook time, and it costs him.
Author notes: Prize story for @otomelin​, who asked for Saizo angst so I tried. I feel like this may not exactly be what you had been hoping for and I know you requested first person but it slipped into third on me so I may try for a more romantically-angsty fic in the future or you can request something else! Also perennial and enthusiastic thanks to @juniperotome for being the BEST EDITOR ever.


Whether it’s keeping him alive or not, Saizo still hates the rain.

When it rains, water drips sullenly down the walls. If he were a romantic, he would say it looks like the stone weeps. But he’s not, so he mostly is just annoyed at how humid it makes the place feel. He’s managed to make a container out of what they left of his armor.  The water is gray, greenish-tinted. And while bad water might kill him, no water certainly will. He suspects his counterpart and fellow Iga villager Hattori Hanzo knows about the container, and the self-broken thumb that allows him to slip in and out of the manacles binding him, but for whatever reason, if Ieyasu’s man knows he’s keeping it to himself. Saizo needs to figure out why. Maybe it’s a nod to an old friendship, or as much of one as fellow ninjas ever have—foolish, if so, but possible, though unlikely. Maybe he really hasn’t noticed.

Maybe he knows it doesn’t matter.

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