Strings of Fate
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paragonikathryn:

falstafff:

i don’t understand why people don’t instantly respond to “what would your dream superpower be” with the ability to manipulate probability.
think about it. what’s the chance someone will drop 1mil in front of me? 0%? let’s make that 100%. what’s the probability i’ll wake up tomorrow and be X gender? 100%. what’s the probability my bathtub is filled with mac and cheese? 100%.

This is genius

sneakarmy:

jimbo !

Slipping up the stairs to the floor their section of the house was on, Jack keeps his arms over his chest, thankful his hoodie hid the changes that had occurred. Slipping into the door quickly, he calls for his husbands, wincing at how much higher his voice was. "We have a situation."

icybluespirit:

wingsandheartstrings:

wingsandheartstrings:

Cupid looked up from his book, frowning a little in confusion. The voice sounded familiar, but a considerably different pitch than usual. “Is that..?”

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Spade giggled but moved forward to take his husband’s hands. «As good a look as this is on you, I’ll see what I can do.»

"This happened to Mike and Hero before, right? It only lasted a few days, maybe this’ll just wear off."

"A few days seems like a long time." Jack pouts, making a face. "Plus, it’s really weird, like," he squirms a bit before tugging his hands from Spade’s to pull off his hoodie, thankful for the small t-shirt he’d taken to wearing underneath, but even so, his chest was tight against the fitted shirt where he’d changed. "All of me. It feels so weird!"

Cupid’s eyes widened and he blinked at Jack. “I, ah, I could get you some bigger clothes? Um, a bra?” His freckled cheeks were  flushed pink.

«Figures you’d be just as gorgeous as a girl.» Spade licked his lips. «My spellbooks are in our bedroom, you can change and rest while I look for a solution?»

Anonymous said:
[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him. {Nova}

novellastar:

wingsandheartstrings:

[text] ok im officially jealous?? whos the new boy toy ;)

[text] hey if your nail polish is chipped would you want to get a manicure with me

[text] pretty please bonding time with your favorite freckled stripper? xoxoxxxx

"You don’t have to, darling." Nova eyes him with raised eyebrows. "You’re avoiding the question, Oliver, so I’m going to guess that there is someone, but either he’s taken, or it’s way more complicated than that."

Nova wasn’t exactly stupid. She’d see so many situations, especially from her clients as sometimes they talked about their lives. Nova didn’t mind. She loved her job. “Spill with it, love, maybe I can be of some advice.”

«I… God, it’s horrible though, it really is. Like, so many layers of fucked up.» He grimaced and shook his head. «I’ve had horrible crushes before but this, this is an entirely new level. There is literally no way for it to work out, I dunno what the fuck I expect to happen.»

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

icybluespirit:

wingsandheartstrings:

[text] this is definitely a wrong number but i am very interested

[text] i get it if youre all stranger danger but please tell me how you accomplished this so im not tempted to try on my own

"Wait, what do you do, Oliver?" Jack was curious. What was finest to him? Jack would have been lucky to get a barista job a few months ago. Now he had a job helping part time with construction work, like building houses and various other objects for people. It was his favorite thing to do.

"That’s completely fine with me. Haven’t been there in a while."

«I’m a dancer at Twister, an a singer at the drag place on Eighth Street, That a problem?»

He look on Oliver’s face was carefully perfected casualty, as if he didn’t give a single shit about Jack’s feelings either way, but there was still the tiniest hint of caution and even fear in his eyes. His jobs were badly stigmatized and some people took to this admission very badly, and he was hoping with all his might that Jack wouldn’t care. Even in such a short time of knowing the boy he found himself wanting to impress Jack, and Oliver would be more upset than he would like to admit if this drove him off.

Adam’s expression was still the sweet smile he’d had before the bomb was dropped, though now there was an underlying tension. He knew exactly how badly this could potentially go down, and he was ready to defend his own.

joceydraws:

So happy to finally show you all what I’ve been working for the past 8 weeks! Here’s my re-imagining of the classic story, Peter Pan!

This is a project I did for my Color and Story class at Art Center with Richard Keyes. The class was assigned to create 4 characters and key scenes based on the story of Peter Pan. If you’ve followed me before my Art Center days, then you’ll know that Peter Pan was something I did for my entrance portfolio for college. It was fun to come back to my old project and revamp it!

In all honesty, I’m still planning on reworking several pieces for this project and add more characters and key scenes. BUT I thought I’d share regardless that way we can all see the progression of this particular project! 

Characters  :

- Hook
- Wendy
- Peter
- Tinkerbell
- Tigerlily (not added)
- The Lost Boys (not added)

Key Scenes :

- Wendy gives Peter a “thimble”
- Peter realizes Wendy is alive, Tinkerbell looks upon them with guilt
- Wendy decides she wants to return home
- Peter returns Wendy home and gives her a “kiss”

Enjoy! :)

 

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[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

icybluespirit:

wingsandheartstrings:

wingsandheartstrings:

[text] this is definitely a wrong number but i am very interested

[text] i get it if youre all stranger danger but please tell me how you accomplished this so im not tempted to try on my own

Oliver laughed, his eyes flicking to Jack’s sweater and for a moment looking interested on what he saw. «You’re cute, snowflake. Yeah, I think we’ll all get along.»

"Who’s your friend, Oliver?" Adam approached them with two tall to-go cups and help one out to Jack by way of greeting.

«This,» Oliver grinned, «Is bathtub boy! Jack, this is Adam.» He couldn’t resist a wink at the white-haired boy.

Adam laughed, recognizing where he’d heard of the boy before. “It’s good to meet you, Jack. I’ve heard some very interesting things about you. Would you like to join Oliver and me for lunch?”

Jack gives a grin in thanks, before rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well, those are the sort of things you hear about someone when they’re smashed.” He gives a little half shrug. “Oh, yeah, I’d love that, thanks! Also, thanks for this.” He holds up the cup and takes a drink, practically moaning at the taste.

"Oliver also mentioned that the two of you named most of the drinks up there." 

"A good amount, yeah. The owners let us experiment, and if you sell enough it gets a name and goes on the menu." He explained, looking a little proud. "Not that Oliver would take a lowly barista job to work with me." He gave his twin a sweet little pout, and Oliver laughed.

«Hell fuckin’ no! Only the finest of professions for me~» He flipped his short ponytail. «Where d’you wanna go, red?»

"I was thinking Bee’s Cafe if that’s alright with you, Jack?"

Slipping up the stairs to the floor their section of the house was on, Jack keeps his arms over his chest, thankful his hoodie hid the changes that had occurred. Slipping into the door quickly, he calls for his husbands, wincing at how much higher his voice was. "We have a situation."

icybluespirit:

wingsandheartstrings:

Cupid looked up from his book, frowning a little in confusion. The voice sounded familiar, but a considerably different pitch than usual. “Is that..?”

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Jack pouts, face more feminine and hair styled differently but still his unmistakable white. Underneath his hoodie he had a lean body and surprisingly small breasts, and he was oddly aware of how strange it felt not to have anything prominent down there.

"I don’t actually know." He keeps his arms crossed over his chest. "Though, I’m guessing one of the magic users toying with me. Spaaaade, help me? Please? Change me baaaaack." God his voice sounded so weird.

Spade giggled but moved forward to take his husband’s hands. «As good a look as this is on you, I’ll see what I can do.»

"This happened to Mike and Hero before, right? It only lasted a few days, maybe this’ll just wear off."