When you get this, answer with 5 things that make you happy. Then send it to the 10 last people in your notifications anonymously <3
Might be a bit tough, but lemme see what I can think of…
1.) Drawing what I want 2.) Looking up at the night sky and seeing stars 3.) Inspiring/motivating others and making people smile 4.) My parents and my close friends 5.) Exploring nature parks 6.) I know it says 5, but I gotta throw this in here too: BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA
Phichit and Yuuri team up to release Finesse (Bruno Mars + Cardi B. edition!)and the music video sends wild speculation as to whether Yuuri and Phichit are dating, because those were the rumors back when they were in 3XO, even though they never actually dated. Phichit likes to fan the fire: “Can’t two best friends just partner up to take the world back to the 90s?” And Yuuri, dressed in his Cardi-B inspired short-shorts just nods, like, “Yeah, I’m dating someone else. Didn’t ya’ll hear my rap? I said VikNik sang to me while I do my money dance…”
Viktor is NOT amused. He’s like, what? Chris calls him up because, “Why don’t you ever tell me things? Also, he’s adorable!” And Viktor is like, “there is nothing to tell! I’m not dating Yuuri Katsuki! But I gotta call you later because Yuuri and I are going for McDonalds fries and I have to get ready. We’re going in matching disguises through the drive thru.” – And if matching disguises through a drive thru to eat greasy fries that are 100% against BOTH their diets isn’t love, well, then Viktor’s face doesn’t deserve to be published right next to DENIAL in the dictionary.
The moment Yuuri moves into Villa Vedici for superstar training, he’s ALL over VikNik’s vintage outfits. Of course, VikNik has such a HUGE closet, he has no idea because it’s so easy to lose track of one thing here or there. Yuuri grabs one of his favorites and wears it to a charity gala and the Internet explodes. Viktor is at home feeding the dogs like a good future husband manager/producer when he spits out his drink because #YuurionVogue is trending and… is that Viktor’s priceless Valentino suit?
Yuuri gives Viktor a good luck ring because the rings are canon and he seems so genuine and sweet, like he really, really just wants to give Viktor something pretty but “you have so many watches!” and Viktor is also kind of already in deep.
Chris: “OMG you’re engaged now! OMG, you’re engaged again… I knew there’d be an Engagement #4!”
Viktor: “No, this is a good luck cha–oh.”
Chris: “You’re an idiot. Also, he’s flashing his ring on Ellen. Apparently, she’s going to be his maid of honor. They’re going to wear matching white tuxes.”
After I posted my letter about starting a new job at Dreamworks I got a lot of messages and emails from people asking if I could talk about my journey more in detail and how I got here despite going to school in Pittsburgh for psychology and almost giving up on animation halfway through college. I know that I would have appreciated reading something like this a year and a half ago so I thought I’d share my story in the hopes that it might be able to help someone who is struggling. Plus: a detailed explanation of how social media has done so much for me as an artist.
Aries, Leo, Sagittarius:
Okay there's this guy/girl that I REAALLY hate I mean I cant stand them they're always so dumb *rolls eyes*
Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn:
You know what? *name of the crush* plays the guitar omg... I love it. He/she has received the Nobel prize once *.* I mean we haven't even met but I know that he/she loves me and our children will look so beautiful
Can we talk
Okay I know that we've been best friends for years but I think I'm in love with you. Let's solve that problem
Im texting/I met this guy/girl and he/she's amazing. I think I found my soulmate help. *sends you their natal chart* LOOK AT OUR NATAL CHARTS, IT IS MEANT FOR US TO STAY TOGETHER FOREVER AND NEVER EVEN LOOK AT OTHER MEN AND WOMEN. we might get super possessive of each other and legit lose our minds
An anonymous ask requested a soulmate-themed Drabble, here it is!
On Wednesday morning at breakfast, an owl from OSA (Owling Soulmates Anonymous) was delivered to Draco Malfoy. It read:
I know it might be odd that I’m contacting you now, since I’ve never tried to before, but I decided that I just have to know that you exist. Since this program started, nearly everyone I know has written to their soulmate and found something, or rather, someone, amazing. I kept wondering why you never reached out, but maybe you have never even heard of this program. I don’t know. Maybe you have heard of this program but you don’t want to know me. I just know that I’ve been through a lot through the last year, and if you’re out there somewhere feeling as broken as I do, then maybe we can help each other heal. Or something.
On Friday afternoon, while Harry and Ron were watching Flitwick put up Christmas decorations in the Great Hall, a return owl from OSA was delivered to Harry Potter. It read:
The reason that I have not tried to contact you is not because I don’t want to know you, but because I feel that you do not want to know me. Trust me, whoever you are, you deserve more than me. Regardless, I hope you find happiness from someone who can actually give it to you, and I wish you a Happy Christmas. That is, if you celebrate Christmas.
Draco was busying himself in his eighth year dorm on Friday night by organizing his books in alphabetical order of the author’s last name when a second owl from OSA arrived.
Please don’t push me away. I want to know you no matter who you are.
Also, I think it’s quite pretentious of you to assume that I deserve more than you have to offer. I could be anyone, even a mass murderer. I mean I’m not a mass murderer, but still.
And if you’re wondering, I do celebrate Christmas. I don’t have a family to share it with, but my friends are very welcoming. I like to think that if these letters work out, we could even spend Christmas together. But since you’re being so presumptuous and prat-like, I guess we won’t.
On Saturday morning, an owl tapped on Harry’s dorm window. Harry rushed to open it, and when he took the letter and sent the owl off, he saw that it was an OSA letter and his heart skipped a beat.
He looked at his roommate’s bed to see if he was still there. The bed was made and it seemed that he had left for the day, which was odd, since it was still very early, and he had been up late organizing his books. ‘Oh well,’ Harry thought, and he went ahead and read the letter.
I don’t see how I can be the prat when you’re the one who insulted me. And, in my opinion, it is presumptuous of you to think that while you could be a mass murderer, I could not be. Of course, like you, I only point that out for the sake of argument, and I am most certainly not a mass murderer. But I am by no means a good person. For the past six months or so I have been trying to make up for all the awful things I’ve done, yet nothing I do can erase the sins of my past. If you were to meet me, know who I am and what I’ve done, you would not want to spend Christmas with me. You’d want to get as far away from me as possible.
I’m sorry that you have no family. I don’t have a great family, but I cannot even imagine how it must feel to have none at all. I’m glad that you have good friends whom you can love and trust. If you didn’t have friends like that, I’d have to send you a puppy or some other sort of pet so that you would not be alone on Christmas.
Truly, soulmate, I want the best for you, but please don’t write to me again. I am a horrible, horrible person and you should not waste your time with me.
Draco sighed when yet another OSA owl came to him on Sunday morning in the library. He set aside the textbooks he’d been studying and prepared himself to read the message from his soulmate.
I believe that you’ve done terrible things. I’ve done terrible things too. I killed someone in a war and it haunts me everyday. It breaks my heart to think that you have to carry the weight of your mistakes even as you try to make up for them. All I want to do is lighten that weight and prove to you that you can be loved despite that. And I hope you know that having done horrible, horrible things does not make you a horrible, horrible person. I can tell that you have a good heart just by your statement that you would send me a puppy to keep me company on Christmas. That’s a really sweet thing to say, you know.
And if your family isn’t the best then you’re free to join my friends and I. Of course, that would mean confessing your identity, which you should only do if you’re sure that you want to meet me. Until then, I’d like it if we kept sending each other letters. Your words make me smile and make me forget about the nightmares I’ve lived through for a while.
Harry smiled when a third OSA letter arrived for him on Monday.
“Is that from them?” Hermione asked, noticing Harry’s wide smile.
Harry blushed. “Weren’t you about to go to your dorm?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, but she left the Eighth Year Common Room so Harry could read the letter in privacy.
I have to admit, I am surprised by you. When I used to think of who you might be, I imagined a perfect person with no flaws whatsoever. I think I like you better now that I can tell you’re a real person. You’re understanding and thoughtful and you seem loyal, but you have made mistakes too. I’m sorry that you have to suffer because of those mistakes, though.
I agree now that we should keep sending letters. Especially since they make you smile. (Don’t let it go to your head, but your letters bring a smile to my face as well.)
Harry was just finishing up the letter with a sappy smile on his face when Draco entered the common room.
“Malfoy? You’re out late,” Harry said.
“I was in the Owlery. I had, uh, a Christmas card to send.” For some reason Malfoy was blushing. “I’ll just be heading up to our room then.” Malfoy hurried up to his and Harry’s shared room and Harry stayed in the Common Room to reread the letter a few times.
It wasn’t until later, when Harry was lying awake in bed, that he realized the implications of Malfoy being in the Owlery just before he received his soulmate’s letter. ‘Could Malfoy be my soulmate?’ Harry thought.
Draco got a reply from his soulmate sooner on Tuesday, when he was helping Goyle wrap his presents. Goyle looked over Draco’s shoulder, trying to catch sight of what the letter said. Draco pushed Goyle away with a laugh. “It’s for my eyes only, Goyle.”
Goyle shrugged and went back to work wrapping the wand case he bought for Pansy.
Draco left the room to read the letter alone, not able to keep a smile off his face.
I must, unfortunately, inform you that your comment about my letters making you smile did indeed go to my head and all day I have been strutting around with a proud look on my face. My friends tell me that I look ridiculous. I don’t care. I’ve been feeling happy lately, because of you, and I want everyone to know that. I, like you, have found a certain comfort in knowing that my soulmate is out there, that they’re a real person, who can be sweet and can also be a prat.
By the way, my offer to spend Christmas with you still stands. Now that we both know that we’re accepted by each other unconditionally, there should be little standing our way of being together. Of course, I will still understand if you want to remain anonymous. And I will also understand if you don’t want to be with me and would prefer to just be friends.
Anyhow, if you decide to not join me for Christmas I’ve decided that I will get you that puppy which you promised me. I don’t even know if you like dogs, but I have such good taste in pets that I am sure you’ll like the one I get you regardless. I’ll let you name him, but if I may suggest a name, Padfoot is an excellent one.
Draco’s smile stayed all day long. When he returned to his room after helping Goyle with the last of his gifts, he found Potter already inside on his bed, flipping through a gift catalog.
“What’re you smiling for?” Potter asked, smirk on his face.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Draco said. He tucked the letter in his bedside table drawer and hummed as he looked for a book from the uber-organized bookshelf.
Draco’s humming was so loud that he didn’t hear Potter whisper, “I think I do know.”
Harry’s reply didn’t come until Thursday, Christmas Eve.
I’m sorry I couldn’t respond sooner, but I’ve been busy. My roommate has been forcing me to spend time with him. We walked through the snow and went sledding (Have you ever been sledding? It’s much more fun than I thought it would be) and made Christmas cookies. I’ve never spent too much time with my roommate before, but it turns out that he’s actually fun. He and I were laughing practically the entire day. I’m only sorry that doing all that prevented me from writing to you.
Concerning Christmas, please do not send me a puppy. I’m not allowed to have one in my room, and my parents certainly would not take of it for me until I had a place of my own to keep it in. However, now that I give more thought to the idea, I suppose my roommate might help me keep the puppy a secret.
I think Padfoot is an odd, yet intriguing, name, by the way.
Happy Christmas Eve.
Harry quickly wrote out a reply and rushed to the Owlery. He wanted his letter to get to Draco before it was officially Christmas.
Draco got his new OSA letter while in the kitchen, helping the house elves prepare food for the feast tomorrow.
“Hold on, Tink, I’ve got to read this, then I’ll help you with the turkey.”
Your roommate sounds amazing. Like, the most awesome bloke in the world. I’ll bet he’s good looking, too. He probably has charmingly messed up black hair and enchantingly bright green eyes. Does he play Quidditch too? Perhaps he’s a Seeker. Perhaps he was even the youngest Seeker in a century. Blimey, he’s sounds so talented that I bet you never caught the Snitch before him. Luckily, I think he likes you despite your less than par Seeker skills. I think he likes you as much as I do. He probably wants to buy you a puppy and spend Christmas with you just like I do.
Now, after I’ve thought about it, I’ve realized your roommate and I are very similar. In fact, one might even say that we’re one and the same.
“Sorry, Tink, I can’t help with the turkey. I’m so sorry, but I really have to go. Good luck!”
Harry was caught off guard when, while he was pacing the floor of his dorm room, Draco walked in, his face red from running and his eyes shining with- happiness?
“Did you get-” Draco started, and then a tapping could be heard on the window.
Harry went to open the window and retrieve the OSA letter from the owl. He shut the window and went to sit on his bed as he opened and read the letter. Draco was holding his breath.
Potter? Meet me in our room as soon as possible.
-Not So Anonymous
(P.S. I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you.)
Everything in the room was silent except for the sound of parchment sliding against parchment as Harry refolded the letter and tucked it back inside the envelope.
“So, I guess we’re-”
“Soulmates? Yeah.” Harry smiled at Draco and slowly Draco began to smile too.
Harry stood up, walked to Draco, took his hand, and said, “I hope you know I wasn’t kidding about the puppy.”
Draco laughed, as he had been expecting Harry to say something more profound, and then he was surprised again when Harry interrupted his laugh to place a kiss on his lips.
“I’m numb and alone. What I want more than anything is to feel something and have someone. But I can’t, I’ve pushed every single person who ever cared away, to protect them from myself . I’ve isolated myself with the loneliness and with no contact to other people my feelings are none existent .”
-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (excerptsfromstories)
“Y/n, right?” Billy asks her the following morning before school starts. He’s leaning against the lockers next to hers and she’s grabbing her biology textbook. She glances at him questionably and holds the textbook to her chest.
“Yeah, who’s askin’?” she bites back, shutting her locker.
Summary:Jungkook and I work at the Santa Village in the biggest shopping mall in the city. The job’s really shitty; nagging parents with bitchy attitude, screaming, spoiled children, and annoying Christmas songs on the loop. Only his presence is making up for all the hell I’m putting up with.
Warnings:oh boy, Bang PD dressed as Santa, and as for smut, the usual (oral giving, thigh riding, grinding, riding, etc..)
“I swear to God, I’m going to fucking lose it if I hear ’All I Want for Christmas’ one more time!” Jungkook snapped as he heard the distinctive music in the background. I couldn’t blame him, in all honesty, it began to drive me insane, too; it’s the first week of December, everyone was in that vexatious Christmas spirit way too soon! However, we weren’t in the position to complain, as we both worked at the Santa Village in the biggest shopping mall in the city.
“Yeah, it seriously plays every three songs.” I commented, as we both sat in a vacant booth, placing our trays with junk food on the table. We still had twenty minutes of our well deserved break left, and how much we wished we could escape the bustling sounds of Christmas. “’Last Christmas’ is still a blast, though.” I added, and Jungkook nodded his head, as he took off his elf’s ear and put them into his pocket.
“True, I love George Michael as much as a heterosexual man is capable of loving another man,” he agreed, and I almost choked on my coke. I understood what he meant, yet it still made me grin like an idiot. “Three more weeks, am I right?” Jungkook spoke with a deep sigh, and nodded, unwrapping my burger.
Hey guys. So by the middle of February 2018, I need to move.
As it turns out, I have a new job opportunity in a different city, which I do hope I can materialize and pursue. For the same company i work in, just a different city. Obviously though, this means relocation.
As such, I am trying to gather all resources I can to help with expenses.
As is customary here, I need to pay two months of rent in advance (1 month +1 month warranty), thus I am trying my hardest to gather up the sum I need to make the move as soon as possible. Some expenses are already covered…but not all.
Here’s a list with my commission info:
SKETCHES 10$/character (5$ for second charcter)
FULL COLOR HEADSHOTS 20$/Character
FULL COLOR BUSTS 25$ / Character
FULL BODY COLOR 50$/Character
ILLUSTRATIONS 60-150$ (depending on complexity)
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You drafted me into a job I barely wanted, then tried to screw me?
I’d worked in the mortgage business until I burnt out, and gotten really poor. My old mentor called me with an offer I couldn’t refuse. He said, “I’ll pay you.”
I was in.
But there were some caveats. The reason I left was because no matter what went wrong in the transaction, it was always somehow my fault. If the processor or underwriter didn’t do their jobs, it was my fault. If the realtor or buyer didn’t send in documents, that was my fault. I just couldn’t be that bottleneck again, and it was agreed.
My predecessor made $2,500+ a slice of the boss’s transactions and I was promised the same… except not in writing. We were friends, so surely it would be fine, right? Yeah, not so much.
After a bunch of months I wasn’t making the $5-6k/month he normally paid, but a flat $2k, regardless of his volume or commission. One Sunday he called me on my cell to discover I was at the office finishing off all the work for the week, and he was so impressed, he promised me a raise, which I never got.
His last month at the company, he made over $50,000, and somehow I still only made $2,000… I was absolutely destitute, since I was renting a house he owned for… $2,000… literally every penny I ever earned went back into his pocket.
He was fired and the new boss asked me to stay on another month to finish out his loans. I declined. He made me a better offer, to take over his old spot with his existing clients for what he was earning, and I accepted.
They offered $2k to stay, then upped it to $8k, then paid me NOTHING for the work
A month later, when my first check was due, I came into the office to learn I was fired. Despite having a contract, they SWORE I didn’t have one, and they refused to even pay me for my last months work. Aw fuck no.
I emailed HR, they emailed me back, this went on for weeks. They SWORE I didn’t have a contract, even though I had the copy in hand. They finally offered me a final settlement of $600… yeah, can’t accept that.
I asked my mentor for help, and he repeatedly said he’d make a call and it would be taken care of. He even hired me onto the next company he worked at, but at that job he never even cut me a single paycheck. He just kept stringing me along, taking $2k/month for rent, even when he knew damn well I didn’t have it.
I was in a pickle, but my sister is an attorney (not the right kind) and she recommended a guy. So I hired this exceptionally talented attorney who really, really didn’t want the case. He said he’d never take it to court, but they’d never know this, but what are my goals? I said, “to get more than $600, and make them suffer,” and he assured me that was something he could do.
The out of state bank had to hire a local attorney to fight me, and a private investigator to see if I’m some sort of asshole, but none of that worked out. In the end we settled not for $600, but $18,000, and they had to eat all the fees they’d paid to their guys. I’d talked to SIX former employees, and FIVE of them told me they’d kept their last paychecks. I wasn’t their exception, I was their rule.
But here’s where it gets pro
My old boss, who offered me $5k/month but made damn sure I’d never get paid more than $2k/month, was under investigation for homicide, and having been his assistant for a year, I was deemed important to the prosecution. That gave me protected status against retribution.
I stayed in his house rent-free for another six months until I got another job and another place to live, vacating just before his case was settled and my police protection expired.
In the end, he didn’t actually lose money, since paying me the agreed upon wage would have still been less than he lost, but it felt good.