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mlwritersguild · 1 year

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Not a Date, by @hanaasbananas

AO3; fluff and humor, romance, friendship, chance meetings, post break-up, getting back together, aged-up

Summary:

Nine years after Adrien and Marinette went their separate ways, they find their paths crossing again as adults. Deciding to catch up for old times sake, both are firm in their belief that it is not a date.

Or is it?

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It was a miracle that she heard him at all.

Once, long ago, Marinette might have called it destiny. She might have gushed about how the universe had conspired to perfectly time a lull in the music blaring through her headphones with a turn down into a quieter side street, away from the bustling town centre.

She had outgrown such fantasies now, of course. But whatever it was–fate, luck or even just sheer coincidence–the result was that Marinette turned when her name was called…

…and promptly dropped her phone.

Adrien caught it before it could hit the ground. Handing it back to her, he rocked back on his heels, laughing delightedly as she gaped at him. “It is you!” he exclaimed “I knew it! How have you been?”

Marinette blinked. “ Adrien?”

He looked…gorgeous, as he always had, but somehow her ex-boyfriend had managed to become even more devastatingly handsome with age. Gone was the perfectly styled hair and the spotless designer clothes that had been such a staple of their teenage years. In their place, was a well worn cable knit jumper, and hair so unruly Marinette had to clench her hands into fists by her side, resisting the urge to run her fingers through it.

More than that though, Adrien looked comfortable in his skin, his eyes bright and smile genuine. The sight was enough to make her heart flutter in her chest and Marinette was suddenly very glad for the cold air that masked the reason for her flushed cheeks.

As she watched, mesmerised, Adrien impatiently pushed up the glasses that were sliding down the bridge of his nose, his lips moving even though…

Marinette frowned, realising belatedly that he was still talking.

“–ong are you in town? We should get coffee or lunch sometime, really catch up properly.”

“Oh!” Marinette’s voice was high and almost breathless. “Yes! Definitely! I’m actually moving back to Paris so I’m staying with Maman and Papa right now. You should totally swing by, they’d love to see you as well–” Stopping abruptly, she forced herself to stop babbling, inhaling deeply before continuing at a much more sedate pace.

“I’m free this weekend if you are? We can go to…go to–” she hesitated, remembering the café where they had spent so much of their time when they were younger. Would he think that it was strange that she suggested the place? That she was still hung up on a relationship that ended almost a decade ago? Would he change his mind about catching up or–

“Our old place, right?” Adrien interjected, cutting through her spiralling thoughts as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. At her hesitant nod, he grinned, almost blinding her with its brightness.

“That sounds great!”

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“It’s not a date.” Adrien exclaimed. Glaring at Plagg in the mirror, he continued. “We’re just old friends, meeting for lunch. Friends do that all the time. I had lunch with Nino the other day too, and that wasn’t a date either. Just like this isn’t.”

“Sure,” Plagg drawled, rolling over on the bed of toilet paper he’d made for himself and eyeing Adrien derisively. “but Nino isn’t your ex. And you only spent about five minutes getting ready to see him. How long did it take you to choose your shirt today?”

“Right, that’s it–”

Plagg cackled as Adrien shooed him out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. “You know I’m right!”

Rolling his eyes fondly at his kwami, Adrien picked up his razor to carry on shaving–this time in blessed silence. Really it was no surprise that Plagg was going on and on about him meeting Marinette for lunch. He’d never understood why they’d broken up in the first place, no matter how many times Adrien had explained to him that it had been for the best.

Maybe he might have felt differently if the relationship had imploded. If it had ended in devastation, with anger and shouting and resentment to taint all the happiness they had once shared. Instead, it had ended quietly, with no one to blame but circumstances beyond their control.

For that, he would be forever grateful, because while unfortunate, it had given him warm memories to look back on on the days that he had felt particularly lost in London. In fact…taking out his wallet from his pocket, Adrien flipped it open and pulled out the small strip of photos he kept hidden behind a family photo with his cousin and aunt.

The strip was creased through the middle from where it had been folded and unfolded many times, the once sharp corners curling and peeling back with age. In the photos, they were in a photobooth that Marinette had dragged him into–one they’d found in a clothes shop–and she was laughing delightedly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he kissed her neck, her cheek and finally her mouth. Their cheeks were flushed as they beamed at the camera in the last photo, and Adrien couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips before he put the photo strip away once more.

It wasn’t a date, no. But he couldn’t wait to see Marinette anyway.

He really had missed her.

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“It’s not a date.”

Behind her, Tikki rifled through the box of mementos on Marinette’s desk. “Then why have you got all this old stuff out?” she asked innocently, doing a terrible job of hiding the laughter in her voice.

“I was just…” Marinette paused with her mascara wand halfway to her eye. “Reminiscing.”

“Reminiscing on your relationship. I still don’t know why you broke up, you know.”

“We grew up.” Marinette huffed exasperatedly. “Long distance was never going to work so we figured it was better to end things when it was still good, remember. Before we had the chance to grow apart, you know? Anyway I’ve always been sentimental. You know that.”

That wasn’t technically a lie. Marinette was very sentimental, keeping ticket stubs and receipts and anything with a good memory attached to it. Adrien had always teased her about it back in the day–until the scrapbook of their relationship had become hefty enough to hurt when she swatted him with it.

Truthfully, she hadn’t thought about the scrapbook for a long time. But after seeing Adrien again, the first thing Marinette had done when she got home was dig the old box out. She’d spent hours poring over the pages, trying to translate her old illegible handwriting and allowing old memories to wash over her like a familiar blanket.

That’s all they were though. Memories.

“I guess…” Tikki said doubtfully. “So it really is just a friend thing?”

Marinette nodded firmly. “ Yes.” It didn’t matter that her heart fluttered every time she thought about seeing Adrien again, he hadn’t said anything to suggest that it was anything else, and she certainly wasn’t going to. “Now come on,” she said, turning to grab the box “let’s put that away.”

Picking the box up in one hand, and attempting to put the lid back on with the other, Marinette swore under her breath when it tipped out of her grasp, scattering the contents all over the floor.

“Damn it!” glancing at the clock, she swore again, staring down at the mess in dismay. There was no time to tidy it all up, not if she wanted to be on time.

Decision made, Marinette opened her purse for Tikki to slip inside and then stepped gingerly over the small bits of paper littering the floor, making sure to watch her every step. It would just be her luck to slip and fall now and she wasn’t taking any chances whatsoever.

She was halfway out the door when something bright caught her eye. Bending down to pick it up, Marinette laughed out loud as she looked at the crumpled red packet in her hand, jelly rings emblazoned across the front telling her what the packet had once contained.

They had been so innocent back then, thinking that ‘always’ wasn’t just a word but something to believe .

Unbidden, the memory of that day came to her. She thought of Adrien kneeling in front of her and presenting her with a jelly ring, his eyes glittering with mirth. It had been a cloudy day, she remembered, the sun breaking through the clouds at just the right moment to make Adrien’s hair look like shimmering gold. His proposal had been filled with sweet puns, neither of them able to hold back their laughter even as he’d slid the jelly ring onto her finger and declared them engaged.

Marinette shook her head, dispelling the memory, though she wasn’t able to get rid of the warm feeling blooming in her chest. That was all in the past. A memory to look back on fondly and nothing more.

Unless…

No. Marinette dismissed the thought. She was just going to meet a friend. There was nothing romantic about it.

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Plagg was never going to let him hear the end of this.

He’d felt his kwami sniggering in his pocket the entire time that he was in the supermarket trying to find the right flowers, so when Adrien knocked him with his wallet when it was time to pay, it was only slightly unintentional.

It was worth it though, to see the smile on Marinette’s face as he presented her with the bouquet of pink lilies.

“You remembered?” she asked.

“How could I forget?” Adrien countered. Bumping her shoulder as they entered the café together, he resisted the urge to take her hand, shoving his hand in his pocket instead. “Of course I remembered.”

Marinette blinked. “..oh.”

Tone it down, Agreste, Adrien chided himself mentally when Marinette turned around abruptly, her cheeks red. It’s not a date. Still, he found his eyes lingering a little on Marinette’s face, taking in her flushed cheeks and windswept hair. It was longer than it had ever been when they were together, cascading past her shoulders in a dark waterfall and as he watched, she pushed a strand out of her eyes impatiently, scanning the café for somewhere they could sit.

In the days leading up to their meeting, Adrien’s biggest worry had been that their conversation would be awkward and full of silences. That the ease they’d had around each other in the past was just that–a thing of the past.

He needn’t have worried.

They talked for hours, slipping so effortlessly back into their old dynamic that Adrien almost wondered if the last nine years had been a strange dream.

Eventually, when they couldn’t justify any more refills– when Adrien’s cheeks hurt from smiling for so long and Marinette couldn’t speak without dissolving into fits of giggles–they got up to leave, too wrapped up in each other to care about the irritated looks other patrons shot their way.

Outside, the cool evening air was a welcome relief from the warmth inside the café, though as the wind ruffled his hair Adrien noticed that the sky was heavy with clouds threatening rain. Beside him, Marinette shivered slightly and zipped up her coat.

For a long moment, they simply gazed at each other, neither willing to look away or be the first to move in a different direction, to let their time together end. Adrien had thought it would be easy to say goodbye again, but before he could stop himself, he found himself asking-

“You’re at the bakery right? I’ll walk you home.”

“Oh!” Marinette said. “No, you don’t have t–”

“Marinette,” Adrien interrupted her, stifling a laugh at the way her mouth clicked shut. “I want to. C’mon.” Holding out his arm, he raised an eyebrow expectantly until Marinette–hesitantly–threaded her arm through his. A thrill ran through him at the contact and he bit his lip to hide his smile. “Let’s go.”

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They were much more subdued as they walked, their conversation quieter. Between them, the knowledge that their time together was coming to an end weighed heavily on them the closer they got to the bakery.

It was strange, Marinette thought. How many times had they made this exact walk–shyly at first after their first date, and then more confidently as they learned to navigate the change from friendship to relationship . They’d both been so nervous –stealing glances at each other and blushing when they were caught but carrying on anyway.

Marinette almost felt the same way now, as if she were a teenage girl again, giddy with joy at being on a date with her crush.

Adrien, on the other hand, didn’t seem nervous at all. But then, he’d always been good at hiding things. She remembered what an incorrigible flirt he’d been–especially when he was Chat Noir, but that had been a facade more often than not; a fragile mask put up to keep his distance from others. It had been a long, slow process to peel away the mask and expose the boy behind it, but Marinette would never regret it.

Not that she had reason to.

Because now… Adrien was so much more self assured. He carried himself with a confidence that only came with age, no longer afraid to hide his sincerity but embracing it instead.

As if sensing her gaze, Adrien looked down at her. “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked.

Marinette shook her head. “Don’t waste your money, they aren’t as interesting as you’d think.”

“Oh I think I’ll be the judge of that .” Adrien grinned and her breath caught at the teasing glint in his eye.

It seemed like some things never changed.

“Wellll…” Marinette drew out the word, looking down at the ground. Scuffing the toe of her boot on the ground she shrugged. “I was just thinking about how much we’ve changed.”

“For the better, I assume?”

“Well I know I have,” Marinette said jokingly, “but I’ve been trying to come up with a way to bring it up nicely all evening and there isn’t a way, really– you’ve become quite insufferable since we last saw each other.”

“Ah,” Adrien sighed. “That’ll be Félix’s influence, I’m afraid.”

She sniffed in mock derision. “Yes, I thought so. I–” Marinette’s lip wobbled when she looked up at Adrien, struggling to hold back her laughter at the sight of his solemn expression. “I–”

Adrien was snickering to himself now too, and Marinette clapped a hand over her mouth just as a loud guffaw escaped her mouth and echoed around them in the quiet street.

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“ Oh my god.” Marinette marched ahead of Adrien, her cheeks burning with mortification. Hearing him catch up behind her she sped up, calling over her shoulder. “You didn’t hear that. You did not hear that.”

“I totally did,” Adrien’s voice rumbled with laughter. “ Stop,” he grasped her by the wrist. “ It was cute!”

Marinette whirled around, incredulous. “It was not!”

Adrien was grinning at her. “It was adorable.”

“Shut up.”

“Not until you admit it.”

“I will admit nothing.” Marinette snapped, though she felt her embarrassment fade a little–replaced by a warmth in her chest– at the fondness in his expression, “change the subject.”

“Alright.” Adrien pretended to think for a moment. “Tell me what you were really thinking earlier.”

“Wh–I did!”

Adrien shot her a look that said come on, now , his eyebrows raised. Well. She did ask for it.

“I’d just been thinking, you know,” she began slowly, as they carried on walking side by side again. “I know we didn’t want to break up, back then before you went to London, but…I’m glad we did. It did you good, I think.” Seeing his surprised expression, Marinette hurried on, practically tripping over her words. “Unless living with your aunt and cousin really sucked and was a terrible experience and–”

“No,” Adrien cut in before she could spiral into a tangent. “You’re right. It was the right thing to do…at the time.”

At the time . Marinette’s breath caught at the words. What could he mean, at the time ? Without really meaning to, Marinette found herself turning to him and asking, almost in a whisper:

“And now?”

“And now…” Adrien echoed her. Scratching behind his ear nervously he stepped forward and reached out to her, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Adrien’s fingers lingered for a split second–just enough for her to feel the warmth against her skin–before dropping to his side. “Let’s just uh…” he hesitated. “Let's just say I’m glad to be back.”

“I–”

“We’re here,” Adrien said softly, nodding to something behind her, and with a start Marinette realised that they were standing at her doorstep. Warm light from the bakery spilled out into the street, illuminating Adrien's face and Marinette was reminded once again of the countless other times he had walked her home before.

And what had come after.

“Oh.” Marinette exhaled the word. “Well, um…thanks for walking me,” glancing up at the overcast sky she said just as a fat raindrop landed on her forehead, she laughed. “I was gonna say you should hurry before it starts raining but…do you want to come inside and wait it out instead?”

“No, it’s fine,” Adrien shook his head quickly. “I should be able to make it back before it really gets going.”

“Okay!” Marinette tried to hide her disappointment “yeah okay if you’re sure. Um.” Before she could stop herself, she strode forwards, enveloping Adrien in a hug. She had to reach up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his shoulder as he held her around the waist.

It wasn’t a date. She knew now that a part of her had wanted it to be, but she would content herself with this hug instead, and the time they had spent together. It was more than enough.

Pulling away, Marinette smiled up at Adrien who looked down at her, his green eyes blown wide with surprise. “I’ll see you soon.” She smiled ruefully, pecking him on the cheek. “Let’s not leave it as long this time.”

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Adrien made it halfway down the street before he turned around.

What am I doing? He asked himself. His cheek was still tingling from Marinette’s kiss, and he could feel her gaze, watching him still from the front step of the bakery.

What am I doing? The voice in his head repeated, louder this time and Adrien had no answer for it except to turn on his heel and walk–no, run back down the street.

The rain was coming down in earnest now, soaking him through in seconds, plastering his hair onto his face. Adrien squinted as he ran, struggling to see through the rain lashing down. Twice, he stepped in an unexpectedly large puddle and found himself with trousers plastered uncomfortably to his legs.

As he approached, he saw Marinette turn to enter the bakery and went faster, ignoring the squelch of his shoes.

“Marinette!” Adrien called out loudly, just as she began to close the door behind her. She turned in surprise.

“Adrien! Wh–”

He came to a stop in front of her, breathing heavily. “Marinette,” he said again, quietly. “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “Yes,” she whispered.

Adrien grinned. Surging forward to cup her face in his hands, he captured her mouth in a kiss. It was familiar and unfamiliar all at once as her hands flew to his neck, pulling him closer and Adrien felt her lips curve in a smile against his. He hadn’t realised just how much he’d missed this, how much he’d forgotten until he was forcibly reminded–what a fool, to think that this could have ever been anything but a date!

As the rain poured down on them, she set his body ablaze with her touch, fingers tugging at his hair as they kissed and kissed and kissed as if making up for lost time.

How poetic, he thought, distantly, in the part of his brain that was still capable of it. Our first kiss was in the rain too.

#ml writers guild #february event 2023 #hanaasbananas #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fic #mlb #adrienette #adrinette #adrien agreste x marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #prpr #lovesquare #love square #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir

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taylorswiftstyle · 1 year

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Grammys After Party | February 5, 2023

Etro 'Sequin Embellished Dress' - $5,620.00

What a delightful after party dress that has all the things you want: Shine, glitz, and a fringey skirt for movement. Don't get me started on that bright colour pop.

Get the look: Dress the Population, $198.00

#taylor swift #event #dress #etro #february 2023 #get the look

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buckybarnesevents · 2 months

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Another lovely month of wonderful creations from all of our participants! Please make sure to check out their works below, share, and send some love!

♡ maybe we’re just born with stardust in our blood by @blackwood4stucky [Frozen] ♡ Forbidden Curiosity by @rookthorne [Aggressive Flirting] ♡ Take a picture [it will last longer] by @late-to-the-party-81 [Dom Big Dick Bucky Barnes] ♡ Steve Rogers, PA by @sparkagrace [Bad Reputation] ♡ Late night conversations by @buckys-wintersoldier [Trust Issues] ♡ Insatiable by @buckets-and-trees [forehead kiss, fingering] ♡ The best laid plans by @late-to-the-party-81 [Forehead kisses] ♡ The Real Winter Soldier by @voiceoffenrisulfr [Bad Reputation] ♡ The Best Part of Waking Up by @polizwrites [Morning Sex] ♡ "Frozen": a Faux-Blackout Poem by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place [Frozen] ♡ Pheromones by @otpcutie [Forehead kisses] ♡ Frostbites by @toxiclxki [Frozen] ♡ Next Time, I Got Your Back by @endlesstwanted [Bad Reputation] ♡ Frozen/Cryo by @dwarvishgeorge [Frozen/Cryo] ♡ The Beginning of the End by @vostok3-ka [Frozen/Cryo] ♡ The Thorn's Sun by @rookthorne [Forehead Kiss] ♡ Stucky AU by @riricitaa [Aggressive Flirting] ♡ Love, Sweets by @rookthorne [Forehead Kiss] ♡ Deovtion by @rookthorne [Forehead Kiss] ♡ Can't take my eyes off you by @nicoline1998enilocin [Belly Bulge]

If I've missed your entry, please shoot us a message with a link to your post and I will rectify that ASAP! Unfortunately, we've been experiencing some errors with Tumblr not notifying us of tags.

If you’ve missed the previous month, you can see our roundup below:

[NOVEMBER] ✩ [DECEMBER] ✩ [JANUARY] ✩

#February prompts #build a bucky bingo 2023 #babb2023 #bucky barnes events #bbe #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanart #bucky barnes fanworks #event masterlist

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camillerowep · 3 months

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February 11, 2023 — Camille Rowe attended the Proenza Schouler fall 2023 rtw show in New York! (via spongedid)

#camille rowe #camille rowe pourcheresse #fingermonkey #camille rowe bel #camillerowep #february 2023 #2023 #events #nyfw #nyfw23 #proenza schouler

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harveyguillensource · 1 year

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Some behind-the-scenes peeks of Harvey and Laura Montgomery at the Costume Designers Guild Awards!

#harvey guillén #harvey guillen #laura montgomery #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #guillermo de la cruz #costume designers guild awards #february 2023 #award shows #events #cate blanchett

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shadowhuntersfemslashfebruary23 · 1 year

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Shadowhunters Ladies had it coming: presenting this year’s Femslash February prompt list.

Straight (or not so straight if you catch my drift) from the Shadow World, by @A_Taupe_Fox because they know what’s good for me (and you).

Here is how it works: you may have noticed the calendar with a list of prompts.

It is up to you (and me, I’m doing it too!) to create a brand new piece of fanwork for the Shadowhunters femslash pairing of your choice, interpreting the prompt however you see fit.

The only restriction is of course that every work you create must be femslash. Rule 63 is fine, and any character who identifies as a woman is welcome.

All kind of works (be it fanart, fanfic, fanmix, fanvids, fancraft…) are highly encouraged. You may create a reclist if you so wish, translate a work or make a podfic, as long as you tag responsibly.

Mature and/or dark content is allowed as long as you warn accordingly. Friendly reminder that the point of trigger warnings is that they need to be visible and understandable so people know what to avoid.

I’ll try my best to reblog everything through this tumblr as I’ll be tracking #SFF23, and I’ll be running an AO3 collection as well (Shadowhunters_Femslash_February_2023).

If you fill the entire calendar you may request a moodboard from me to celebrate, I’ll be happy to make one for your favorite pairing!

Minimum requirements

Fic and poetry: 500 words, unless you are specifically writing a drabble (exactly 100 words on AO3)

Art: 300x300 pixels if digital, 3”x3” if traditional

Moodboards: 3 images (+ optional blurb)

Playlist: 8 songs + cover art

Rec lists: 3 fanworks + reasons why you’re reccing them

Podfic: 5 minutes + clear permission from the author for you to use make it

Translations: the work it’s a translation of must fit the fic minimum requirements, whether new or pre-existing + clear permission from the author for you to translate it

Fanvids: 30 seconds

All other fanworks (gifs, crafts, edits, manips, anything else you can think of): as long as you think it’s complete and/or the best you can do right now, it counts

#fandom event #femslash february #femslash february 2023 #sff23 #shadowhunters #clary fray #isabelle lightwood #helen blackthron #aline penhallow #maryse lightwood #jocelyn fairchild #lydia branwell #catarina loss #maia roberts #lily chen #camille belcourt #seelie queen #lilith #rebecca lewis

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monthofsick · 6 months

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Update

I cannot pull this together for November, y'all, I'm sorry! The year really got away from me this time around and I just don't have the time to rush an event at the moment. Everyone has been extremely generous, kind, and understanding in responding to the poll and sending prompt ideas/suggestions and I really appreciate that. Mostly I'm a bit disappointed in myself just because I was getting excited looking forward to reading everyone's writing!! 😂 I will try to repay all of the kindness and support with a well-planned and prepared-for event in February!

Unless something goes horribly wrong, I will have prompts out by early January (and maybe even earlier just to give y'all as much time as possible)! I am absolutely still open to prompt suggestions if people have them, though I may forget about the poll in the next few weeks so sending them to the inbox is probably your best bet. I may still re-use prompts from previous years just because I'm bound to run out of ideas eventually, but I will do my best to add a good variety!

Also! A few folks expressed a desire for alternative prompts again, so I will include 5 or so of those as well. If anyone has additional questions or concerns, don't hesitate to send them my way!

– Cas

#info #update #novemetober 2023 #also sad that i don't have a fun title for a february event :/#i'll think on it a bit!#novemetober

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felipeandletizia · 1 year

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February 6, 2023: King Felipe and Queen Letizia arrived in Luanda ahead of their State Visit to Angola

#King Felipe #Queen Letizia #King Felipe of Spain #Queen Letizia of Spain #King Felipe VI #King Felipe VI of Spain #Official Event #Spain/Angola 2023 #February 2023

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ms-m-astrologer · 1 year

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Cosmic Events: February 2023

Lunar Phases

Thursday, February 1, 15:07 UT - Gibbous Moon, 27°28’ Gemini

Sunday, February 5, 18:29 UT - Full Moon, 16°41’ Leo

Ugh. Both the Aquarius Sun and Leo Moon are tightly square Uranus/Taurus; some “surprising” revelations are in store. Lots of stubborn and contrary hanging on, when we should be letting go.

Thursday, February 9, 20:06 UT - Disseminating Moon, 5°48’ Libra

Monday, February 13, 16:01 UT - Last Quarter Moon, 24°40’ Scorpio

Friday, February 17, 02:33 UT - Balsamic Moon, 13°08’ Capricorn

Monday, February 20, 07:06 UT - New Moon, 1°22’ Pisces

Not the most dynamic New Moon chart I’ve ever seen, with the lunation itself weirdly detached from everything else going on in the chart. There’s just an out-of-sign conjunction to Saturn/Aquarius - I need to think about this one a little bit more!

Thursday, February 23, 14:27 UT - Crescent Moon, 19°42’ Aries

Monday,February 27, 08:06 UT - First Quarter Moon, 8°27’ Gemini

Void of Course Moon

Wednesday, February 1, 11:58 UT (Gemini) - 20:11 UT (Cancer)

Saturday, February 4, 06:19 UT (Cancer) - 08:48 UT (Leo)

Monday, February 6, 14:15 UT (Leo) - 21:14 UT (Virgo)

Thursday, February 9, 06:50 UT (Virgo) - 08:47 UT (Libra)

Saturday, February 11, 16:41 UT (Libra) - 18:34 UT (Scorpio)

Monday, February 13, 23:52 UT (Scorpio) - Tuesday, February 14, 01:31 UT (Sagittarius)

Thursday, February 16, 01:06 UT (Sagittarius) - 05:00 UT (Capricorn)

Saturday, February 18, 04:18 UT (Capricorn) - 05:35 UT (Aquarius)

Monday, February 20, 02:00 UT (Aquarius) - 04:56 UT (Pisces)

Wednesday, February 22, 04:06 UT (Pisces) - 05:14 UT (Aries)

Friday, February 24, 07:22 UT (Aries) - 08:29 UT (Taurus)

Sunday, February 26, 14:42 UT (Taurus) - 15:48 UT (Gemini)

Retrograde/Direct/Etc.

Mercury starts the month in its post-retrograde shadow, which it exits on Tuesday, February 7.

Mars is in its post-retrograde shadow all month.

Ceres stations retrograde on Friday, February 3, and will remain retrograde until May 5.

Pallas Athene starts the month retrograde; it stations direct on Thursday, February 16, and enters its post-retrograde shadow.

Jupiter starts the month in its post-retrograde shadow, which it exits on Tuesday, February 14.

Ingresses

Wednesday, February 8 - transiting Vesta enters Aries

Saturday, February 11 - transiting Mercury enters Aquarius

Saturday, February 18 - transiting Sun enters Pisces

Monday, February 20 - transiting Venus enters Aries

Opportunity Periods

Wednesday, February 1, 07:21 UT - 11:58 UT. “It’s the perfect time to connect with others and strengthen your mind.”

Wednesday, February 8, 22:40 UT - Thursday, February 9, 06:40 UT. “This OP is good for anything, including creativity, romance, or practical matters.”

Wednesday, February 15, 19:43 UT - Thursday, February 16, 01:06 UT. “This is a unique time to open up, work with groups, and establish long-lasting connections.”

Thursday, February 16, 20:11 UT - Saturday, February 18, 04:18 UT. “Use this Last Quarter Moon OP to wrap up ongoing projects and accomplish goals.”

Tuesday, February 21, 19:52UT - Wednesday, February 22, 05:14 UT. “This is the time to take part in the arts, have fun, expand your mind, or even indulge your romantic side.”

Sunday, February 26, 13:45 UT - 15:48 UT. “This is a promising time for innovative, transformative work.”

Tuesday, February 28, 18:46 UT - Wednesday, March 1, 01:07 UT. “The waxing Moon favors continuous growth, and this OP is good for clarity, communications, connections, etc.”

Et Cetera

The Aquarius cross-quarter day is when the transiting Sun reaches 15°00’ Aquarius, halfway Zodiacally between the Capricorn solstice and the Aries equinox. This year, it’s on Saturday, February 4, at 02:42 UT.

#Astrology #Cosmic Events February 2023 #Ms M astrologer

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elsanna-shenanigans · 1 year

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February Event Stories - ebooks

As promised, we have a gift - from our server’s writers to everyone in the fandom. Enjoy this Anthology of 15 stories, each written by a different author, each with a unique prompt, in .pdf or .epub format (the .epub format does not come with the cover for maximum size compression + the table of contents directory might be a little wonky at different font sizes, sorry!)

All stories in this ebook are rated T or below.

Download pdf.

Download epub.

Have fun reading!

Please reblog this post to spread our authors’ efforts, sadly tumblr doesn’t really like to show posts with external links ESPECIALLY to google drive in the tags :’)

#elsanna #february 2023 event #february event anthology

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🎬 fall, identity, trail !

The Subplot, by @2manyfandoms2count

AO3; no powers au, movie star au, meet-cute, fluff

Summary:

When Marinette Dupain-Cheng decides to go all in to test one of her designs for the Flight of the Ladybird movie, she didn’t quite expect her fall to also be metaphorical.

Who knew a movie set could be so favourable to subplots?

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Chapter 1

“Ladybug, I know you’re in there!”

Marinette’s heart raced as she leaned against the broom closet’s closed door, rethinking all of her actions of the previous week.

“Please, my Lady. Please let me see you.”

She sighed, turning around and placing her hand on the door handle. Maybe this wouldn’t go poorly.

She hoped so, anyway.

She took a deep breath, and opened the door.

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Marinette looked at the inflated mattress, four metres below, wondering if maybe she was being crazy even considering doing this. This movie was an independent project, even if it did star some up-and-coming names in the industry; it would be watched by some people, but probably not those who might notice the subtlety of a nice hem, or a higher pleat number for a fall that would only last a couple of seconds. Was it really worth risking breaking a bone for it? Especially with no one around to help if something went wrong?

Then again, a little voice in her head reminded her, you did love a good bouncy trampoline experience when you were younger. This can’t be that different.

It would go quickly, anyway – she’d jump once, twice at most, if the camera she’d set downstairs hadn’t captured satisfying footage from a costume-designer perspective. The actress didn’t deserve it, Marinette supposed, remembering how dismissive Miss Chloé Bourgeois had been of anyone who wasn’t a fellow Actor (with a capital A – for all intents and purposes, exclusively headliners); however hard she tried, though, she couldn’t get herself to ignore the conscientious bone in her body.

A shame that meant scuttling around the movie set after dark, long after anyone else had left the premises. She’d have to make it quick, and she’d have to make it count.

She took a deep breath, readjusted the mask she was wearing (both part of the costume, and a way to evade security camera identification), and jumped, squealing with joy as she plummeted towards the ground. She felt the rush of air against her cheeks, adrenaline coursing through her veins making an exhilarated laugh escape her lips.

Too soon, her body hit the mattress, interrupting her breath. She breathed heavily, smiling widely, thinking she was definitely jumping again even if–

“Oh my goodness, Miss, are you alright?!”

Marinette froze at the sound of the voice, wondering if the mattress could swallow her up whole. She felt it depress on her left side, and thought that maybe her silent plea had been answered.

“Miss?...” A mop of blond hair and concerned, bright green eyes suddenly appeared above her. The sight winded her more than the fall had.

“Hi,” the intruder breathed.

“Hi,” she replied, warmth invading her cheeks.

The man’s face – a part of her brain wondered if someone in their twenties constituted a man, or if “guy” was more appropriate – hovered closer to hers, and had she not been sprawled out on the ground, she didn’t doubt that she would’ve been drawn to him, too. There was something familiar about him, although she couldn’t quite place it.

“May I…” He cleared his throat and held out his hand.

“Oh, um,” she stammered, trying to push herself up but utterly failing at the task, given the mattress’ total lack of support. She smiled apologetically at her saviour, giving him her hand. “Yes, please.”

Their hands brushed, and Marinette felt a jolt of electricity at the touch, which she attributed to the static of her dress’ fabric.

“Oops, sorry,” the stranger said, pulling her up nonetheless.

“Don’t be!” Marinette replied hastily. “I’m so sorry I scared you. And for being here when I really shouldn’t be.”

Now that she was upright, although the mattress made her stance pretty wobbly, she could appraise her companion; clad in all black, she assumed that he had to be a security guard. He wasn’t as stocky as one might have expected, but he definitely wasn’t scrawny either, she thought, her eyes lingering on the well-defined biceps emerging from his t-shirt.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” The guy’s chuckle shook her from her reverie; his eyes sparkled with mischief, a truly enchanting sight that made Marinette’s cheeks warm even more. She was extremely glad that her mask covered them.

“It’ll be our secret, then.” She smiled, placing a finger on her lips.

He really had pretty eyes, she mused, diving into his gaze like she’d dived from the set’s tower. He seemed lost in a daze, staring straight into her eyes, the silence between them lengthening, and yet not feeling uncomfortable.

She blinked, then, and he looked away, shaking his head.

“If I may…” he started, before interrupting himself.

“Yes?” she encouraged him.

“That dress is beautiful. You looked like a real ladybug in flight.”

“Really?” Marinette smiled shyly, replacing a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m so glad, it’s the intended effect. What with the movie title being Flight of the Ladybird and all.”

“It looked so… ethereal. It’s really perfect on you.”

“Oh, thank you, but this isn’t mine. I hope it’ll look even better on Miss Bourgeois, even though heaven knows she deserves to be knocked off of her pedestal by a good fashion critic.”

“Not an acting one?” The guy crossed his arms over his chest, an amused smile playing at his lips.

“Clearly, she doesn’t listen to those, else she would’ve given up ages ago.” Marinette rolled her eyes. “But from the day someone dared criticise her sunglasses, she mysteriously stopped wearing them.”

“Now that you say it, you’re right…” He raked a hand through his hair. “You’re very observant, Miss…”

“Mr. Agreste?” A deep voice interrupted Marinette before she could utter a reply. “Mr. Agreste! The car is waiting.”

Marinette’s eyes widened as the dots connected in her head, and she realised why her partner in secret sneaking around seemed so familiar.

Of course, she’d never personally met Adrien Agreste, the male lead of the movie, being on the women’s costume design team. As a teen, though, she’d often gawked at his modelling pictures, obviously more for the clothes than the person wearing them, but he had made those more appealing. She stared at Adrien, wondering how someone who’d been on every billboard in Paris could seem so… normal.

“I guess that’s my cue.” Adrien winked, starting to jog backwards towards one of the set’s exits. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

Marinette simply nodded, too dumbstruck to formulate a response as she watched him turn around and run through the doors.

And just like that, he was gone.

#ml writers guild #february event 2023 #2manyfandoms2count #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fic #mlb #lovesquare #ladrien #ladybug x adrien agreste #ladybug #adrien agreste #love square #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir

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taylorswiftstyle · 1 year

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