and doing nothing productive this days at home

There’s so much useless shit that get’s perceived as productive under a capitalist society, the best example is the wealthy elite of the world who do fuck all and allocate all their work to someone else to allocate all that work to everyone else. 

They literally do nothing, they are literally more “useless” than us disabled people that they want dead so bad, because they do LESS than what we do.

The wealthy elite don’t have to fucking worry about if they can eat one day, or have a home another day, they don’t have to work to get out of bed, they don’t have to struggle through existence, they don’t have to file all their own paperwork for survival … lmao which is even less than nothing. 

Only difference is they got born in wealth so they can be useless and perceived as important and productive.

Usefulness is an illusion, and under our capitalist system, the useful [food workers, garbage people, maids, etc.] are seen as trash, and the useless/parasitic [wealthy elite] are seen as gods.


• day 10/30 of productivity • 1 / 2 / 17 •

wewww i’m 1/3 there already omg (ง'̀-‘́)ง i might have accidentally skipped a day yesterday but let’s pretend nothing happened HAHAHAHA (#selfdenial) but yay didn’t do much today coz i came home late, so here’s just some pics of my uncompleted bujo spread this week 🍃☁️🍂

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Summary: You’re a busy tattoo artist and pregnant as fuck. Jeff tries to talk you into going on maternity leave which you refuse and leads to an argument and…other things…

Warnings: Language

A/N (to person who requested): Sorry this took kinda long anon! I got a little stuck on a few parts.

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gajevy-trainwreck  asked:

Ohhh could you do one where the RFA + V + Saeran switch bodies with MC for a day please? I really enjoy your writing! :D

Sorry for the delay with this one! This submit has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now and I apologize. There’s been a series of mishaps, such as me finally finishing this imagine and my internet shutting off. Or my drafts just magically not saving. All of which sucks because this request is so fun!^^

I also apologize if this is too long for your liking.

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it~!


  • you woke up cuddling with zen in his bed
  • you were the big spoon???? how is he fit so snuggly against you like this??? Why he so smol???
  • your eyes open in panic
  • “WHY AM I CUDDLING ME” you scream “WHY IS MY VOICE SO DEEP” you scream again
  • the MC that you were snuggling with opens their eyes in panic when they hear you scream
  • “WHY ARE YOU ME?” they scream, then clamp their hands around their own mouth once they hear their own voice
  • You get up and run to the bathroom to look in the mirror
  • White hair, red eyes, gorgeous looks
  • “I’M ZEN!” you yell
  • you hear running and suddenly the MC from before is right next to you, also staring into the mirror
  • “I’M MC!” they yell
  • you both look at eachother “I’M YOU!”
  • *cue panicking in the bathroom for like 2 hours*
  • when you both finally calm down, you’re sitting on the floor with your backs pressed up against the walls
  • MC/Zen speaks up first, “MC?”
  • “Yeah, Zen?”
  • “Can I just say that you look absolutely beautiful today?” He winks.
  • You giggle, “Oh thank you! I’ve been working out!” You lift your/his shirt up to show off your/his toned abs.
  • You spend the next hour making jokes of the similar caliber
  • While laughing, you go to run your hands through your/his hair and are greeted with a long silky ponytail
  • A devious smirk crosses your face as you think of a joke
  • “Zen?”
  • “Yes, MC?”
  • “What would you do if I were to…” You slowly stand up. He/you looks uneasy.
  • “…cUT OFF YOUR PONYTAIL” you take off running toward the kitchen where you know a pair of scissors is
  • he’s screaming pleads and chasing you


  • baby wakes up next to your warm body and decides to go make breakfast for the both of you
  • he goes in the kitchen and makes omurice (which i highly recommend that shit is GOOD)
  • once it is plated he sets the two dishes onto the counter and goes to wake you up
  • the other Yoosung stirs and slowly wakes up
  • they make eye contact
  • and sCREAM
  • “ARE YOU ME??”
  • Both confused. both screaming. both end up hugging each other for comfort.
  • while crying he gets a glance of himself in the bedside mirror
  • he sniffles “Oh…I’m so cute…”
  • “Me too!” you dramatically cry.
  • “Thanks, honey.”
  • “Thank you too, honey.”
  • you calm down and try to make it through the day
  • the blind belief that this will all be sorted out in the morning was the only thing driving you
  • thank the stars that it was a weekend and neither of you had anything planned.
  • you both eat breakfast and chat, still getting used to your new bodies
  • after a bit of settling down, you get notification from a guild member requesting your assistance in LOLOL
  • Yoosung tells you that you need to play for him
  • and omg
  • you suck
  • the guild members are yelling and asking you if you are alright
  • Yoosung needs to take over before you destroy his ranking
  • Everyone hoots and hollers at the girl in the voice chat and Yoosung is pissed
  • Why can’t he be a girl and play without being harassed
  • Makes a mental note to scold the men in his guild once this is over


  • she wakes up next to you
  • immediately sees that she was sleeping with herself??
  • silently panicking
  • checks a mirror to see if she’s a ghost or something
  • she’s you??
  • you’re her??
  • silently panics harder
  • shakes you awake
  • “MC, something is wrong.” Her voice comes out fast and urgent.
  • You immediately see that she is you
  • “WHAT.”
  • “MC, I have work today! I can’t go into the office like this! You don’t work there! And there’s no way Mr. Han will give me a day off!”
  • You realize what you are going to have to do
  • You start silently panicking
  • she helps you slip into work clothes and heels
  • you wink at yourself in the mirror and put up finger guns
  • “None of that. I would never do that.” She scolds with a smile.
  • “Yes, ma’am.” You salute
  • “I wouldn’t salute either.”
  • “Yes, ma’am.” No salute this time.
  • Once you get to C&R, a crushing anxiety hits you
  • you walk in, heart pounding
  • you find you desk and sit down
  • there are sticky notes everywhere with reminders of what you need to get finished
  • and people keep coming by your desk to glare at you and give you more work
  • it’s hell
  • you don’t even know the password to her computer
  • you give up and just start throwing office supplies at your co-workers when they have their backs turned
  • it was fun for about an hour until THE Jumin Han catches you
  • he leads you to his office
  • P AN I C
  • he sits down at his chair behind the desk
  • “Care to explain.”
  • “Uhhhh, Jumin-I MEAN- Mr. Han.”
  • fukin nailed it
  • “You are acting quite strange today, Assistant Kang.”
  • “N-No, I’m not!”
  • He raises an eyebrow and you feel your face go warm in embarrassment
  • You cough. “Sorry, sir.”
  • “Care to explain yourself?”
  • You don’t know how to respond.
  • “I could fire you for this. You have done nothing productive all day and have even interfered with the productivity of other employees,”
  • You’re freaking out. You can’t be the reason Jaehee loses her job!
  • he continues, “furthermore-”
  • he looks taken aback, “Assistant Kang-”
  • “I’m not Jaehee!”
  • it takes A LOT of convincing but he finally gives you a ‘sick day’ until this is all cleared up.
  • you go home and collapse into Jaehee’s arms
  • she works so much
  • you’re glad that she at least got to sit at home and do nothing in your body


  • he’s mentally freaking the fuck out when he first sees you sleeping in his body
  • keeps calm and emails the correct people to tell them that he can’t come to work today
  • you wake up to the smell of strawberry pancakes
  • you follow the scent to the kitchen
  • you let out a little shriek and the MC making pancakes jumps a little
  • You hear them inform you of a little mishap
  • it’s weird to hear your own voice sound so formal
  • “Jumin.”
  • “Yes, MC?”
  • “I’m in your body.”
  • “yes, it appears so.”
  • The rest of the day is you just breaking his character
  • You call the chef
  • they pick up and ask you what you would like
  • “Is our company’s refrigerator running?” you ask, making sure your voice sounded deep and stoic
  • “Yes, sir.”
  • “Hmm, you better go catch it.”
  • Before the chef can even respond, you start laughing like a school girl and you hang up
  • You go into the chatroom
  • You text Zen:
  • you: I LOVE YOU ZEN
  • zen: ??????
  • you: I. LOVE. YOU.
  • zen: wtf????? ew????
  • zen: aren’t you with MC????
  • zen has left the chatroom
  • Jumin can’t tell if this is the worst day of his life (his image is destroyed) or the best day (he’s been staring at himself in the mirror all day. you can’t leave him if he is you)


  • you wake up to loud screaming
  • “Luce, what the hell?”
  • then you open your eyes
  • to meet…your own eyes??
  • You look around the room…well…you try
  • “I CAN’T SEE!” You panic.
  • “Oh, here!” He puts his glasses on you.
  • “Oh, hey gorgeous.” You wink.
  • “Hey~” he bats his eyelashes
  • “So what happened?” you ask, sitting up.
  • “We switched bodies. I don’t know how or why.”
  • “Oh cool. It’s like a filler episode, right?”
  • “Yeah.”
  • You study him/you
  • he seems to be also studying his own body
  • he starts by touching his/your face, feeling your features
  • then he touches your hair, “Hmm, soft.” he mumbled
  • then he pulls the blanket off of his legs and trails his hands up and down them. then to your arms.
  • he drops back down to your hips and trails him hands up, resting them on his breasts.
  • he squeezes
  • he squeezes again
  • “SEVEN!”
  • he looks at you innocently, hands still cupping boobs
  • You gesture to his hands.
  • “Hey, you can touch whatever you want on me, deal?”
  • “Okay, deal.”
  • You run your hands over his body a couple times
  • You get bored pretty quickly
  • You gasp, “CAN I TRY ON YOUR OUTFITS?”
  • He gasps, “CAN I TRY ON YOURS?”
  • “YEAH.”
  • “THEN YEAH!”
  • “AWWW YEAHHHHHHH” He runs over to your closet and immediately starts making outfits
  • You do the same.
  • You both try them all on and strut around.
  • fucking nerdssss


  • You wake up in the morning and stretch
  • you open your eyes
  • “V, HELP, I CAN’T SEE!”
  • V wakes up to your screaming
  • immediately turns to the source of your screaming
  • is shocked to see everything so clear and bright
  • he sees himself/you looking around frantically
  • how was he looking at himself, and how was he looking??
  • “Calm down!”
  • You turn towards the sound of your own voice
  • “Is that you, MC?” he asks, trying his best to keep calm.
  • “Y-yeah?”
  • You cannot see anything out of one eye, and the other only supplied you with a huge blurry mass
  • but you could see colors
  • and the person talking to you did not have the same colored hair as V
  • they actually had the same colored hair as you
  • “Is that you, V?”
  • He hums a yes, “I think we are not in our correct bodies”
  • You take a moment to process this, you suddenly get really excited
  • “Wait…so you can see!?”
  • he matched your excitement
  • “Yes, everything is clear!”
  • You heard him take a sharp intake of breath
  • “I’m going to go look at you.” and with that you could feel him get out of bed and almost run to a mirror
  • it took longer than a look in the mirror usually should
  • but that boy was trying to memorize every detail of your face
  • deep down he knew this wasn’t going to last, so this would be his first and last time seeing you
  • when he hears you calling him, he hesitantly looks away from the mirror and goes back to you
  • “You’re beautiful.” He greets.
  • You blush, “V, let’s go everywhere we can! You need to see things!”
  • He helps you out of the house
  • You go to the park, stare at the sky, and feed the birds
  • V takes the prettiest pictures
  • You even call 707 to give you a ride to the   b e a c h
  • he stares out the window the whole time
  • He watches the ocean and observes the tiny granules of sand
  • throughout the trip he cannot stop looking at himself in reflections and his phone camera
  • takes so many selfies in your body
  • the nicest selfies
  • better than any selfie you’ve ever taken
  • he sees so many pretty things that day, but he thinks that you were the prettiest by far


  • you wake up to see yourself staring at you with wide eyes
  • he is not saying anything
  • “I’m you.”
  • he says nothing
  • “And you’re me.”
  • still silent
  • you cannot tell if he’s calm
  • or just silently freaking out
  • he is expressionless in your body
  • you, however, are having a great time taking as many selfies on your own phone as possible
  • smiling pics of Saeran, fuck yeah
  • he keeps playing with his hair
  • “It’s so soft.” he mumbles.
  • is constantly brushing it
  • “so pretty.” he whispers to himself when looking in a mirror
  • he feels so fragile he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you so he tries his best to stay still
  • keeps gently touching your face
  • he just sits somewhere and makes a bunch of facial expressions just to know what it feels like when you make them. just imagine him scrunching up your face and smiling and just trying to make faces that he’s seen you do
  • you haven’t mastered the art of bitch facing like Saeran
  • everytime you look in the mirror to imitate his glare, you just start giggling at how cute you look
  • you’re both too cute
On My Own: Tom x Reader

Inspired by me being in my feelings. Based on the song On My Own from Les Mis. Reader and Tom are best friends, Reader loves Tom but Tom loves another girl. 

I love Samantha Barks version from the 25th Anniversary concert so you can listen here if you want! Enjoy!

You tossed and turned in your bed as thoughts of him clouded your mind. You looked at your phone and saw that it was well past midnight. “Fuck it.” You said and threw on a pair of sweats accompanied by your rain boots and umbrella. 

You hit the dark street and wondered around aimlessly in the quiet neighborhood, letting him flood your thoughts. 

Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and then I’m happy
With the company I’m keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head

The rain fell around you as you imagined him walking with you. You wish you were brave enough to tell him but before you could it was too late. The memory of that day hit you like a bus:

“Do you think I would have a shot with her?” Tom asked you as you were behind him at the craft service table. You were so distracted by the way his hair managed to look so perfect even while messy that you didn’t hear him. “Y/N?” He asked while throwing a fry in your face. 

“Huh?” You asked. “That girl over there.” His head motioned to the intern. “what about her?” You asked getting defensive. “She’s gorgeous. I don’t think I would have a chance.” 

You looked at the girl and rolled your eyes. She was decent at best but you felt that way about everybody. You were an actress and a model for crying out loud so you felt no one could really hold a candle to you in the looks department.

“Eh.” You slipped up and said. “Eh?” He asked. “She’s alright.” You said truthfully. “You say that about everyone.”, “Because it’s true.”

You two walked back to his trailer and ate. “Can you please put your ego aside and help me?” He begged. Hell no I’m in love with you why would I help you get another girl, you thought. “Nope.”, “Why not?”

“B-because you can do better.” You answered. “What like you?” It was silent and you got up. “Y/N!’ He called after you and grabbing your arm. “Fuck you.” HYou pulled away and walked to your trailer and slammed the door, tears immediately escaped your eyes. 

2 hours had passed when you heard a knock on your door. You already knew who it was and you couldn’t resist opening the door for him. “What?” You asked. “Can I come in?” His brown eyes pleaded. He sat close to you and put his hand on you knew,not knowing what effect he had on you. “Look Y/N I’m sorry.” “Forget it.” You mumbled. “No, I shouldn’t have said that. You’re my best friend and I hurt you. I really am sorry. Will you forgive me?”

You sat there with your arms folded until he started tickling you. “Fine!” You said through the laughter. “Good.” He kissed you on he cheek and rested his head on your lap. “So can you help me with that girl-Stephanie?”

You could never say no to him and that was your problem. Before you knew it you introduced them and they hit it off. 

You regretted it because he barely saw him anymore. You wanted to confide in Haz but you knew he would go back and tell Tom.  

You did notice that you were crying as you walked down the empty street. The pavement glistened in the rain in that moment you knew you loved him and you were deep. But you knew he would never return his affections, he seemed to love her

The next day on set you couldn’t think straight, he clouded every thought. “Hey Y/N!” You jumped out of your thoughts as Tom squeezed your shoulders. “H-hey!” You smiled. 

The rest of the day was a bit weird because you couldn’t do your job normally. “Cut!” The director said. “Y/N, get over here!”

“What the hell is up?” He asked. “I-I”, “I’m gonna give you a break. Go home and tomorrow be on your A game.”

You walked backed to your trailer and gathered your things to go home. Tom walked in your trailer angrily, “Hey what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing.” You shrugged. “You’re wasting production time! We could’ve knocked that scene out.”

You two began arguing, “Well excuse me I can’t be like little Ms. Perfect.”

“Huh? What is that supposed to mean? She has nothing to do with you fucking up!”
“Maybe she does!” You retorted, angrily throwing your things in your bag. “Well how?”

“Because she ruined everything!” You screamed. He was taken aback but let you finished, “I loved you, I man I still do. But little Miss Intern fucked up everything!”

“Y-you love me?” He asked. “Yes and I have for quite sometime now.”

“I-I really wish I could say the same thing but I don’t.” Ouch. 

“You don’t have to spare my feelings, you broke my heart a while ago.” You admitted. “Y/N-” He stepped toward you but you backed away. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow Tom.” You walked out of your trailer and let your tears fall. 

I love him
I love him
I love him
But only on my own

cagedbirdsong  asked:

What has been the most challenging aspect of being a writer?

Loneliness. Not being part of a team. Feeling like nearly everything I do is about me, benefits me, and/or is self-promotional. 

I miss being in a newsroom, and I miss working in advertising, because I am maybe the only person in the world who loves an office. I like to feel like I’m part of something. I like to show up at work knowing what I should be doing, knowing what I’m accountable for, and to whom.

Now I usually work from home, or sometimes in hotel lobbies. Sometimes I get nothing done for weeks and hate myself; sometimes I’m in my weird manic SUPER PRODUCTIVE WRITE THOUSANDS OF WORDS PER DAY FORGET THE WHOLE WORLD EXISTS stage, and I totally fall off the radar and am a bad friend. Someday maybe I’ll figure out how to split the difference.


Requested by: Anonymous 

Summary: Tyler gets jealous because some guys are looking at you


Your Pov: 

It was just an ordinary day. Tyler was finally home from tour and we had nothing planned for the day. All day we were just chilling. Sitting on the couch and watching TV, you know the usual. We were about halfway through our third movie when Tyler decided to speak up. 

“We should do something today.” He said to me. 

“We are doing something today, we are watching movies.” I told him with a little sass in my voice. 

He chuckled at me. “No.” He said. “I mean something actually productive.” He said seriously. 

I sighed at this. Did he really want to do something productive? I knew that I didn’t really want to but if Tyler wanted to do something then I was going to do it too. 

“Fine.” I told him with a slight roll of my eyes. “What do you want to do?” I asked him as I paused the movie that was still playing. 

“Can we go to the mall?” He asked me. “I really need some new clothes.” He told me. 

“Okay.” I agreed. I guess the mall couldn’t be too bad, and plus I did need new summer clothes. I stood up from the couch to get dressed into something more appropriate for the mall. 

“Your driving by the way Ty.” I told him before I left. I heard him sigh as I turned around and walked into our bedroom. Fifteen minutes later I walked out of our bedroom dressed and ready to go. 

I met Tyler at the door. “You look beautiful.” He said to me. 

“Thanks babe.” I said as I leaned in to give him a kiss.  Once we pulled away we were out the door. 

At the Mall

Your Pov: 

We have been at the mall for about 15 minutes now and Tyler and I were just walking around and looking at stuff. Nothing caught our eye yet until we walked pass an Adidas store.

“Can we go in here Y/N?” Tyler asked me as we stood in front of the entrance.

I laughed. He looked so excited and cute. “Of course we can babe.” I told him with a nod. And with that we were off. 

We have been in the store for about 5 minutes now and I was just browsing the racks. I had lost Tyler the second we had walked in here but I figured that if he needed me for anything he would come and find me. 

As I was browsing through the jackets that the store had I could feel sets of eyes staring at me. I turned my body slightly around and noticed a group of guys looking straight at me. I made eye contact with one of them. Once I did he smiled at me. Not wanting to be rude I smiled back and turned back around. 

A few seconds had passed and I could still feel their eyes on me. It was making me really uncomfortable. After a few minutes of looking at the jackets I could feel a presence coming up behind me. 

“Hey babe find anything good?” I immediantley recognized it as Ty’s voice. Thank god it wan’t one of the boys. 

“Nah.” I answered him as I turned around to face him. “How about you?” I asked returning the question. 

“Nope.” He said with a laugh. “I either already have it or I just don’t like it.” He said with a laughed. I laughed too. It was true though, Tyler did have a lot of Adidas clothes. 

“Well then are you ready to go?” I asked him with a smile. 

He nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.” He said as he took my hand and laced our fingers together. When we were walking out I didn’t see the group of guys. Thank god. I really didn’t feel like getting stared at again. 

But it looks like luck wasn’t on my side because just as we were about to leave the store we heard whistles and shouts from behind us. 

“Damn baby, you got a nice ass on ya.” A guy said to me. Tyler turned around so fast that I thought he was going to break his neck. 

“What did you say to her?” Tyler asked the guy. I noticed that it was the same group of guys from earlier. The guy that made the comment was the guy that I smiled at earlier to try and be nice. 

“Are you dumb or something?” The guy asked Tyler. “I said that she has a nice ass on her.” He repeated himself. If looks could kill this kid would be dead. 

I could feel Tyler start to shake in anger. 

“You don’t get to speak to her like that.” He told the guy. His face turning red. 

The other guy gave a light chuckle. “And you don’t get to tell me what to do man?” He said right back to Tyler. 

I didn’t want Tyler to get into a fight so I leaned into him and whispered in his ear so only I could hear him. 

“Ty, just ignore him.” I told him. “He’s not even worth it.” I continued to tell him, in hopes that it would calm him down. Surprisingly enough it did. 

I saw Tyler take a deep breath and turn to me. “Your right.” He said. “He isn’t worth it.” He told me with a smile. “Let’s just leave.” He finished. 

I nodded at him. Before we turned around Tyler pulled me in for a big kiss. I hungrily responded into the kiss. Once we broke apart I looked up to see if the group of guys were still there. Thankfully they were not. Tyler noticed this too.

“Hey look.” He said to me. “Those assholes finally left.” He said. 

I nodded. “Thank god.” I said. He nodded in agreement and turned around to walk out of the store. As we were walking we fell into a silence. Not an awkward silence, but a comfortable one. After a while of this I noticed that I never thanked Tyler for defending me. 

“Thanks for defending me babe.” I told him as we exited the mall. 

He turned his head to look at me. “No problem baby, it’s my job and plus I did get a little jealous when those guys wouldn’t stop staring at you.” 

I was shocked Tyler jealous? Please. “Ty you have nothing to be jealous about.” I told him truthfully. “Those guys were assholes and I love you and only you.” I told him. 

 He smiled widely at me. “Thanks Y/N.” He said. “I love you too and I’m always going to be here to protect you.” He said to me as he leaned down to give me a peck on the forehead. We had finally reached the car. 

Tyler pulled me in for one last kiss before we split to get in. This kiss was different from the kiss that we had in the store. Instead of being filled with hunger and anger this kiss was filled with passion, and love. Once we parted I walked to the other side. Once we both were settled in Tyler started  the car and we were off to another adventure. 

A/N: Here it is! Sorry again that it took so late. I was just really busy this past weekend but like I said in my last post I’m not going to be busy this weekend so I will have plenty of time to write. Thank you for all the likes on the Josh fic. I really appreciate it and I hope the person that requested this one likes it. Have a great day/night wherever you are. Remember requests are still open.     

The Neighbours (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2, Part 3Part 5 ,  Part 6

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romance/Mild Angst

Summary: At last everything was going your way, you had a new flat, a nice job and fantastic friends. However, your life descends into chaos when one of Korea’s most popular boy groups, BTS move into the flat next door to you. And things go from bad to worse when you find yourself falling in love with one of them.

You wake up with a slight headache and a sharp stinging sensation in your hand.

You groan and roll over to your side to get a view of the small clock you kept by your bedside, the time read 12:07. For a second a surge of panic courses through your body until you remember that you have the day off from work today. You let out a sigh and turn over, burying yourself in the thick duvet.

After a few minutes the pain in your hand doesn’t stop and when you bring it into eyesight you almost let out a scream. Why was your hand wrapped in a bloody bandage? What were you doing last night?

You desperately think back to the night before, where had you been?

After a few seconds it comes back to you, you’d been next door having dinner with seven unbelievably attractive young men. You had been doing the dishes and cut your hand on a piece of broken glass.

Yoongi had helped you. Yoongi who you had learnt was actually not a complete ass. In fact he’d been sort of…sweet and cute. Sweet in a grumpy way. If that was even possible. He genuinely seemed to care that you were hurt and wanted to help you, the memories of his kindness sent a warm feeling spreading all over your body and an inadvertent little smile falls on your lips.

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mind-shack  asked:

Are you the intp fairy godmother? Intp senpai? Intp Yoda? Intp.. Well you get the idea. You answered a question about stressed intps. Ti Si loop. Inf Fe grip. I wanted to know if you have any strategies for overcoming these or rather not falling into one in the first place. Help me senpai!

Oh, my. Fairy godmother? Probably not; I haven’t a wand. Senpai? Ehhhh, not quite. Yoda? Not him I am. Really, I’m just a bossy older sister. Ask any of my brothers. :) 

So, it’s hard to avoid a loop unless you know what to look for. See, INTPs tend to be introverted even for introverts. We often, although not always, need plenty of alone time, even when we’re not in a loop. I think the way to tell whether you are just recharging in a healthy way or if you are in a loop is by what you are doing with your alone time. Are you actually being productive? Or are you just fiddling around doing nothing much? There’s your difference. 

We are most likely to fall into a loop because we’re tired and stressed, so right away you can see the warning signs. Did you have a tiring stressful day? Instead of kicking back with your computer when you get home (because we all know that this will result in looking at memes and watching pointless YouTube videos about yak herding in Tibet) why not try to do something a little more productive? That’s recharging. You can maybe bake something, or work at playing a musical instrument, or even just read a good book. Something that engages your mind will help you to relax and get some energy back that you spent during the day while still being productive with your time. It’s when we aren’t actively engaging our brains but still have the stress that we can begin to loop.

Now, if you are under a lot of emotional pressure, that’s when you’re in danger of coming into the dreaded Fe grip. I feel like this one is maybe harder to avoid, because it’s so hard to keep a good hold on your emotions if you’re an INTP. Are you the dumping grounds for a friend’s relationship problems? Are you going through some tough people problems yourself? This is the emotional stress that’s going to eventually crack you if you don’t handle it correctly. 

A bad way to handle it is to obsess over it, but it’s also bad to ignore it completely. Instead, it would be wise to talk it over with a close, preferably older and wiser friend. In doing so, don’t just dump out your problems. Instead, try to work through them. Why are you experiencing these emotions? What brings them on? Are they healthy or not? See, engaging the rest of your cognitive functions with your inferior Fe is what it takes to gain control over it. So, actually facing your emotions is a good way to keep them from taking over.

(Also, once you’re in an Fe grip, it’s hard, if not impossible, to just get out of it. The good thing is that our emotions in a grip, while violent, rarely last that long.)

I hope this helps, and thanks for stopping by.


Title: TLC

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1701

Warnings: Swears. Sad Reader. Cute Bucky. No triggers, I think?

A/N: I was doing really well today and I was beyond blown away by the reaction I received from Take Your Time because I honestly never expected so many people to like it but then I came home and my brother made me feel like crap about myself, so this is the product of that.

Originally posted by seabasschino

To say that your day had been one massive shitstorm would be an understatement. Nothing had gone right from the moment you got up. You had had a particularly bad nightmare the night before, leaving you sleepless hours after it had slunk back into the corners of your mind. Because of this, you had slept through your alarm and missed your mandatory training session with Steve, who looked like he was in a particularly foul mood himself for one reason or another because he decided to chastise you like a toddler in front of a large group of agents.

The lack of sleep and the public embarrassment clouded your mind, meaning you didn’t pay as much attention as you should have in your makeup training session, which resulted in a painful blow to your chest that was still throbbing hours later. You had hoped that would be the end of it, but by the time you got to the kitchen the coffee was finished and the jar was empty. The breakfast you had tried to make for yourself was completely inedible unless you wanted a severe case of food poisoning, and Sam had finished the last bits of your favourite cereal.

To top to all off, your least favourite sibling had called you. Normally, you could stand the bullshit that they came out with, but everything just struck a nerve with you today. You were used to being single, you enjoyed it, but your sibling had just gone on and on about how you needed to find someone or you’d be alone forever, and maybe you could stand to drop a couple of pounds and stop eating so much to attract someone’s attention. There was only so much you could take before you snapped at them to fuck off, which resulted in some particularly horrible texts from them.

Today was not going well at all, which is what resulted in your decision to skip out on the rest of your duties and go back to bed. No doubt Steve would have something to say about this, but a quick command to FRIDAY to keep everyone out of your room would hopefully fix that.

“(Y/N)?” Wanda’s soft voice drifted towards you as you made your way down the corridor slowly. “Are you okay?” she held onto your elbow gently and pulled you to a stop.

“I think you know the answer to that already,” you grumbled, shaking her off. “I’m going back to bed. If Steve comes yelling, tell him I’ll incinerate him if he even thinks about disturbing me.” She had to have sensed how utterly defeated you were, because she didn’t push you, and instead, gave you a small smile and let you get on your way. You had only just managed to pull on your favourite oversized shirt – which you had definitely not stolen from laundry – when a hesitant knock came from your door.

“Miss (Y/L/N), Mr Barnes is here to see you. I informed him that you wanted to be left undisturbed, but he is insisting,” FRIDAY said softly.

“Doll, come on, let me in,” he said from the other side of the door. “I know you can hear me.”

“Leave me alone, Barnes.”

“(Y/N) –”

“Seriously, Buck. I don’t need to see you to burn you to ashes. Leave me alone. I’m in pain, hungry, tired and pissed off.” He fell silent on the other side of the door, making you assume he had walked away. With a sigh, you pulled your duvet over your head and buried your face in the pillow. Realising you had been such a bitch to Bucky when all he wanted to do was help made you feel worst, and soon, the stress from the rest of the day finally caught up to you. You cried silently, your pillow slowly becoming soaked as you tried to get a grip on yourself. Another knock on the door made you freeze, and you sniffed and tried to stay as quiet as possible in hopes that you would be left alone.

“Doll, I know you’re awake in there,” Bucky’s voice sounded quiet and muffled through the door. “Let me in, please? Wanda told me how bad your day is going. Let me help.” You heard him sigh a few minutes later when you didn’t reply, and heard him shuffle around. “I’m just gonna sit right here until you let me in, then. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why won’t you just go?” you croaked out, pulling your head away from the pillow.

“Because I want to help you. Can you let me do that?”

Why? Why bother?” you moved over to the door slowly, your blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you want to help me? I’m –”

“(Y/N), if you try to degrade yourself by saying you’re worthless or helpless or useless, I will break down this door.”

“But I feel like it,” you said quietly, your head resting against the door in defeat as a new wave of tears cascaded down your face.

“You’re far from any of those things, (Y/N).” You could hear him stand up quickly, and his voice suddenly sounded clearer, as if he had his head pressed against your door as well.

“Don’t lie to me and tell me what you think will make me feel better,” you scoffed. “Not today. I don’t think I can handle it today.”

“You mean everything to all of us. So don’t you dare tell me you’re worthless. Natasha tore into Steve when she found out how he belittled you this morning, and he felt so bad afterwards. Bruce went and had a bit of a chat with the agent that hurt you during training, and even though we all know it was an accident the man still looks shook up. Clint was beyond concerned for you during target practice, but you just zoned him and Sam out and didn’t hear a word of what they were saying as you went through the motions. Wanda just came to me looking devastated because she said you were hurting and she didn’t know how to help. Tony is restocking a whole damn cupboard with your favourite kind of coffee so you never run out again. We all love you here. So don’t tell me you’re worthless.”

“But –”

“As for useless and helpless?” he paused to laugh sarcastically. “Doll, you’re terrifying. It’s probably not want you want to hear at the moment, but when you’re in the zone on a mission, nothing gets in your way. You kick ass and get out of it all without a scratch. I’ve seen you take down five guys twice your size all at once and you didn’t even bat an eye. You’re far from helpless.” He took a deep breath and his voice lowered considerably. “You’re not useless either. You make me better – you make us all better. You literally picked us up and brought us back together, doll. After everything with the Accords, after Tony found out what the soldier did to his parents…I didn’t think any of us would speak again. Of course, Natasha and Clint didn’t let it get in between them, but the rest of us? We didn’t speak for weeks. I killed Tony’s mom and dad. He never wanted to see me again. But you dragged me back out of cryo. You got us all together in one room. You fixed us all up again.”

“You and Sam still hate each other.”

“Baby steps, doll, baby steps.” You couldn’t see it, but he visibly relaxed when he heard you chuckle quietly. “You’ve been there for me through so much recently. Let me be there for you. Please.” He felt defeated when you didn’t reply to him for a few minutes, and moved away from the door to sit back on the floor, determined to wait for you. He was just about to start counting the tiles on the ceiling when your door opened quietly. You looked and felt so vulnerable at that moment. Your face was a mess with dried and wet tears and your eyes were rimmed red and puffy from all of your crying. “Oh, (Y/N).”

He stood back up quickly and wrapped you in my arms tightly. Settling you back down in bed, he left you for two seconds to bring a tray into the room before he asked Friday to lock the door once more. It broke his heart to see you feel so downtrodden and weak, but he simply held onto you and let you get all of your pent up emotions out with the occasional kiss on the head. He didn’t let go once you had literally cried yourself to sleep, and made sure to keep one arm around you at all times. You woke up a little while later, mouth dry and head pounding as you blinked at the soft light coming from our bedside table.

“Buck?” your voice was hoarse and you tilted your head up to see he was reading a book while running his hands through your hair.

“Hey there, doll. How you feeling?” he put the book down and gave you an apprehensive smile.

“Tired,” you yawned to prove you point. “My head hurts.”

“Here, I’ve got just the thing for that.” He sat you up carefully and handed you a bottle of water with a couple of painkillers. Gratefully, you took the pills and down the water before handing him back the empty bottle. “Are you hungry? I got you some pizza earlier, it’s probably cold by now but I know you prefer cold pizza.” You couldn’t help but smile as he pushed the plate towards you and picked the book back up. He started to read to you, his voice soothing as you took small bites of the food he had grabbed you. Eventually, your stomach was full, your headache was subsiding and you were curled up in his arms, just listening to him read out loud from your worn out copy of The Hobbit.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah?” he looked down at you, a small smile playing on his face.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, doll. Anytime.”


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18 May 2017 | Day 8 of productivity

Spent some time with English and essays. The weather is whispering something in my ear like “I’m too bad for you to go outside, honey”, so I had nothing but stay at home and do nothing. Was feeling too tired and sad without any reason. I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow will be better
/i rly don’t know what’s wrong with the photo

anonymous asked:

I still have three more exams to go 😩😩 do you have any tips on how to not procrastinate? I do that a lot!! And as well, can you tell me what you do to study and always be on tract??

Hello stranger, 

The answer is easy - discipline. What helps me is: 

  • DAILY PLAN of what you want to go through which you are able to fulfill. It typically takes up to two days to find out how fast you can go through a topic.
  • ENOUGH SLEEP - All nighters do no good. It doubles the productivity if you sleep enough. 
  • EXERCISE ROUTINE - nothing killer, just easy 30 mins workout which you can do at home, short run whatever that makes the blood racing
  • DRINK - plenty of everything water, tea, coffee 
  • SMALLER PORTIONS OF FOOD - By no means I am saying you should stop eating. You need food, but if you sit on your ass and study for better part of the day, you don’t need to eat that much. Overly fulfilling meals slow you down for hours. Eat smaller portions, more often and avoid foods that are difficult to digest. 
  • LESS SUGAR - Because yes, your brain needs it, but you don’t need to drink 4 red bulls a day, eat 3 packs of gummy bears and 2 chocolate bars. That’s enough sugar for a week of studying.

And if none of this works proceed to the last step.. 

Originally posted by leda74

Dan Howell - He gets embarrassed that you see him with makeup on

You had been dating your boyfriend Dan Howell for over a year, of course the two of you were exclusive to all his fans - at first you had recieved a lot of hate from fans because they were jealous but once they had gotten to know you they fell in love with you like they fell in love with Dan and told you that you were a perfect match for each other.

This meant that sometimes you went with Dan on things like photo shoots, you didn’t do it often because Dan would get shy about posing in front of a camera on a good day but all hell broke lose if you were there watching too, he seemed to fumble around nervously like it was the first time he had met you, had a big crush on you and didn’t want to mess up so he could impress you which made him mess up more.

Although you found it adorable, it was Dan’s job - although a couple of mistakes wouldn’t put his job on the line you didn’t want him to get a bad reputation for not being able to do the job properly. This meant that you rarely went to visit him on a shoot but you now lived with him so both Dan and Phil would give you a minute by minute reenactment of what happened throughout the day home, it was almost like you were actually there on the shoot because they gave you so much detail.

One thing Phil liked to tease Dan about was the fact that he had to wear makeup, despite visiting shoots a couple of times you had never actually seen anyone put it on Dan - it must have happened before you got there or when you was talking to someone because they were usually so friendly. Dan always reminded Phil that he wore it too but it didn’t affect him, he was used to it but Dan couldn’t believe that he had to wear makeup.

One day when Dan and Phil had a shoot you decided to show up, you had of course warned both the boys that you might show up but hadn’t decided but with nothing to do with your day you thought it productive to give them both some moral support (Phil was a close friend too of course) You were excited to see them both in action again as it had been a while since you had last watched a shoot, to some people this seems like a complete bore, just sitting in a room watching people take pictures of your boyfriend but you found it fascinating at how everything worked not to mention you got to stare at the one and only Dan Howell for a large amount of time. At home you loved to just stare at Dan, to soak all of his features in because of how much you loved him but it put him on edge so you couldn’t do it - here there was no limits.

You walk in and instantly Phil whispers something in Dan’s ear making his snap towards you with a huge smile on his face.

“That’s it Dan, perfect big smile” the photographer yells but although Dan complies and takes a couple more pictures he is itching to run over to you which he eventually does while everyone focuses on taking single pictures of Phil. Dan runs towards you and scoops you up in his arms to spin you around while giving you a kiss.

“I only saw you two hours ago” you giggle kissing him back but he shrugs innocently 

“One hour and 59 minutes too long, i missed you” he grins pressing his forehead to yours

“How’s it going?” you smile taking Dan’s hand and interlocking it with your own so he can rub the soft pad of his thumb against the back of your hand just like you love him too.

“It’s been really good, Phil fell over though” Dan says, his face creasing with laughter just at the memory of it while you laugh along with him as you’re walking closer to the set.

“What made you come?” Dan asks nuzzling his face into your crook between your neck and shoulders so he can kiss you making you shiver

“I wanted to see you” you shrug wrapping your arms around Dan’s waist so you can play slow dance from side to side while cuddling.

“It’s only been two hours since i last saw you” Dan points out mimicking you, jokingly making you slap his arm playfully.

“Get back on set you” you grin pulling yourself away from him reluctantly

“Love you” Dan whispers his smile growing when you say it back.


The shoot is going well when a break is taken, when everyone is ready to go again for the last stretch of the day a couple of men and women walk towards both boys with brushes for hair and brushes for makeup with of course makeup, Phil nudges Dan’s shoulder with a laugh while Dan just glares.

You get up and walk over to him with a grin “So my boyfriend does where makeup - I’m shocked” you giggle but Dan stays stony faced not happy with having to wear it.

“I hate this” he grumbles reaching up to rub it off but you quickly catch his hand 

“No, if you rub it off you will washed out my little vampire” you wink before reaching up to peck Dan on the lips 

“It’s not my fault I’m almost see through” he says cracking a small smile at you while rolling his eyes

You walk back over the short distance to where Dan is still stood, you reach up on your tiptoes to get your mouth next to his ear.

“I think a man who can pull of makeup is sexy” you say in all seriousness even though you’re dying to laugh. For the rest of the shoot things go relatively well, better than usual. Well… for a little while after what you said Dan looked like he was in shock so he fumbled around a bit almost as if in a trance but then he really rocked wearing makeup to show you he could do it.

What Lies Ahead (Riarkle)

Prompt: “college au! Riarkle: their first time moving into a new apt together and riley decide they should do some grocery shopping. (its cute bc yall can be like oh we should make this like the one on food network)” -@doyeongioh

Word Count: 2085

Summary: Riley and Farkle have some things to say on their first day in their new apartment.


Farkle and Riley said their goodbyes to their parents as they prepared to leave for the airport. They were both starting their junior year at Yale in about a month, but they needed to go back early so they could move into their new apartment.

For the past two years, Riley and Farkle had both lived in dorms, as Yale requires underclassmen to live on campus. They had lived with roommates whom they tolerated, but weren’t crazy about but now, they got to live off-campus together, which was going to be a new kind of adventure.

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anonymous asked:

Can we get some Ymir, Reiner, Berthold, Annie, Eren, and Jean Morning routine headcannons?

Ymir has the worst sleep schedule ever and snores her morning away. The afternoon sun peeking through her blinds and wakes her up with a groan. Ymir is one to take her showers at night, so she just washes her face and teeth while barely awake. Afterward, the day is all hers. Even if she does go out, she’ll just change out of her pajamas into slightly more presentable comfy clothes.

Reiner takes his showers at night because it helps him relax into sleep more. He’s pretty neutral in the mornings, he doesn’t hate them but he’s never liked them either. If he doesn’t have anywhere to be, the you’ll never see him get dressed. Why make more laundry for himself? His breakfasts usually consider of some toast with jam and a smoothie.

Bertholdt wakes up early so he can walk his dog in peace. He feeds the dog when he gets home, and then hops into the shower to clean himself quick. Bertholdt prefers to cook a nice breakfast because he likes feeling productive. If he has nothing planned he’ll usually do some house chores or go out shopping.

Annie is a complete zombie in the morning. She takes a shower after she wakes up, hoping it’ll give her some energy. Annie prefers to towel dry her hair because blow drying it makes her sweat. After she’s done in the bathroom, she’ll put her outfit on for the day and make herself some quick breakfast.

Eren is actually a morning person, believe it or not. He never has to set an alarm, and will usually take a walk or jog around his neighborhood to get himself going. He actually eats his breakfast before taking a shower. Eren sucks at preparing breakfast and will eat whatever he wants for breakfast. Once he just ate 20 Hershey’s kisses and called it a day.

Jean sleeps through the 15 alarms he sets every night before he goes to bed and wakes up feeling pissed at himself. He’ll usually sit in bed for a couple minutes, trying to wake himself up before reluctantly pulling himself from the mass of blankets and pillows. Jean takes quick showers and only does the necessities, hoping his mom was nice enough to make him breakfast.

In the end I want to be standing at the beginning...

Wow. I can hardly believe it’s been a year since I started to play piano. One year ago I could not read bass clef. I sure as hell couldn’t read two staves at once (my ability to do that is still a little questionable) Now, I can play half the major scales and even a little Bach and Beethoven! So, one year later… here’s my advice for starting out:

First things first: Do it. Stop with the excuses. Stop with the “I’m too old to learn a new instrument/learn to read music.” Do it. Do your research. Find a teacher. Find a place to practice. And do it. But realize that you have to want more than just the end product. You have to want the journey that will eventually get you there. It is not something that you can get overnight (or even in one year’s time) so the effort and the process has to be just as important and desirable. 

Practice everyday… but don’t beat yourself up if it doesn’t happen. But always try. Maybe you just play a few scales… or maybe the big beast suckers you in and the next time you look up, you realize you should have had dinner four hours ago. But sometimes the stars are not aligned for a good day at the keyboard. But that’s okay! At least you tried!

Practice smart… figure out what works for you. Not everyone is the same. My most productive time at the keyboard is on my piano, at home, alone, with something inconsequential on the TV, and other tasks to intersperse into my practice time… things like laundry. My teacher on the other hand, does best when sequestered away in a back practice room at the university when no one knows he’s there and he has nothing else to do but practice.

Consistently get a good warm-up and learn what that actually means. I talked at length about this before. This is by far the most valuable thing I’ve learned during this year. Warming up for a pianist is vastly different than any other instrument and the difference it makes in your playing is astounding.

Talk to people. Make supportive piano friends! Your teacher is not the only source of advice in the world. I figured out how to play grace notes that didn’t sound like I was drunkenly falling down a flight of stairs by trying a trick a senior piano performance major showed me. And then we went out for Vietnamese food. 

Practice a little before your lesson. Just run through a few things. Don’t walk into your lesson having not touched a piano all day. Those I lessons where I went in totally cold with just a warm-up were the worst by far because I spent half the lesson just trying to get my brain to cooperate. Get a jump start on yourself and you and your teacher will get more done.

Just because you have a “bad lesson” doesn’t mean you don’t learn anything. Bad lessons happen. They just do. After you exfoliate your brain in the liquor of your choice, try to focus on what you gleaned from it and what you can do in the future to prevent another similar lesson. Maybe you should adjust your practice habits, or take a second look at that passage you kept inexplicably tripping over. But don’t let it get you down.

Be patient with yourself. But also be persistent. Rome was not built in a day, but I sincerely doubt that the brick layers were given days off. No one became a concert pianist overnight. But no one became a concert pianist by giving up either. Sometimes you just need to try a passage one more time… and sometimes you need to go make a cup of tea, pet the cat, and try again tomorrow.

And above all… remember that you’re doing something few people are brave enough to even try. And by trying you’re already a step ahead. You just have to keep walking.


“Same stuff as always. Nothing interesting. Today really dragged on, I’m happy to finally be home.”

He says this as he seats himself on the couch. Anything to get off of his aching feet. Today had been long. A little too long for his liking, even though it was the same eight hours he always worked. Sometimes the day went faster, and then there were days like today, were every minute felt more like an hour. Definitely not his day.

“Now I just have to think of something semi productive to do with my time.”

What I am tired of:

Reading blog posts that say ‘girls with a certain look have it so easy and make so much money because of it.’

I am a blonde with big fake boobs. I was not aware that *some* other strippers think blondes with big boobs have it so easy until recently, thanks to tumblr.

Look here. I WORK really hard. I didn’t start stripping at a young age and I paid for my implants before I was a dancer, I got a second job and worked 12 hours a day in the week and gogo danced on the weekends until I could afford my surgery. I WORKED really hard.

I am old enough that some girls in the club could literally be my daughter. Yeah, literally. But I would challenge any one of them to come close to touching my take home, mostly because I don’t sit in the dressing room or on my phone all night! I WORK when I’m at WORK!

I go to the gym 6 days a week, I use three apps to track my diet and fitness stuff. I watch my diet, and for a traveling dancer, that’s not always easy. I get my hair done every 5 weeks and I have the absolute best weave, the best makeup and skincare products. I do Botox every six months and lips once a year. I have amazing shoes and jewelry (nothing basic, nothing), and put thought into looking polished and sexy with my outfit choices. I call all of this “investing in myself.” MANY strippers know, to look your best, it takes some WORK.

I am tired of reading on blogs and stripperweb that girls with a certain look have it easy. I look at blogs sometimes when I see these comments and I am like, WHAT are you wearing??? What is happening with that hair?? And that lipstick??? You are a MESS!! It takes effort to succeed in any job, even this one.

I am not the hottest stripper out there, or the biggest hustler, or the best or the most or whatever else. My look doesn’t appeal to everyone. My own boyfriend prefers brunettes. But I am a hard worker, and I put effort into myself.

And anyone else can do the exact same thing.

Hansol - A Wild Dream

sentence summary: Fairy tales are pretty fake. But this dream feels oh so real. 

word count: 6,308

Originally posted by the8ght

Fairy tales are mere entertainment. Just fabricated stories that people can pay to see. No real impact on a person. Just something to peak your interest for a while. No one finds their prince charming, their monster in the woods who is really a sweet heart. Things just don’t actually happen that way that the fairy tales say they do.

What really happens is a lot more hurt then happiness. It’s idiotic to believe in such things, they don’t amount to anything. Imagining yourself in the damsel in distresses’ shoes? It’s more stressful then relief when rescued by the oh so handsome hero.

It disgusts you. Luckily the train arrives at the station, breaking you out of your thoughts. It has been a long day. School was tiring as always, nothing much else to say about that. It was no fun, nothing exciting, nothing new. The same old routine, on repeat that it feels like the day doesn’t end. It frustrating when you could actually be doing something productive. What to do productive though you have no idea as to that.

What you want is a new adventure. Preferably before you grow up. Maybe travel the world, find some romance, just anything to get away from this utterly boring world. You walk home, continuing to wish for something exciting. Something blood pumping. Just anything.

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