The appearance and organization of my notes plays a huge role in the amount of time that I dedicate to studying and my overall performance on tests. Therefore, I’ve spent the past several years experimenting with various methods, and these are a few of the techniques that I’ve found to be most beneficial.
The Cornell Method emphasizes identifying the key points of a textbook passage or lecture and consolidating information as much as possible.
I’ve found that this style works best for literature and science courses that require extensive, dense reading and note-taking. It allows me to easily and quickly identify what I understand versus what I still need to work on.
Adapted Cornell Method
I’ve created my own adaptation of the Cornell Method by eliminating the summary section at the bottom of the page and incorporating Post-It notes throughout the body of the page to highlight lists and key points. And, of course, I had to add some color!
This is, by far, my favorite method due to its flexibility and clean, minimalist appearance. While the image above doesn’t depict a true series of bullets at varying levels of indentation, you can experiment with different types of bullet points as well as varying spacing.
I prefer using this method for maths because it allows sufficient space for me to draw graphs, record examples, and solve problems.
Mind-maps are extremely helpful for organizing complex or extremely confusing topics. There’s no right or wrong way to go about drawing one, and much of the final appearance will be related to the material that you’re diagramming. Keep in mind that certain topics and information will more readily lend itself to this sort of portrayal.
For those of us who aren’t artistically talented 🙋🏼, these can be rather challenging to construct, especially when working with unfamiliar material. In the past, I’ve used mind-maps for history when looking at isolated events or individuals.
What you see online does not portray what animal ownership is really like
Pet ownership online is extremely glorified, every time you see a goofy little pet your initial instinct is to scream “I want one!” because it’s cute and doesn’t seem that difficult to care for.
What is posted on Tumblr and other networks does not accurately display what it’s like really working with these animals on a daily basis.
Here’s a few personal examples:
Online: “All the birds online do this, it must be a common behaviour, they all must love it! I want a bird so I can do this!”
Reality: Months of refusing human contact, seldom wanting to be around people, every moment of my free time spent training and working to create a positive bond where she would then allow me to do this, not all birds like being touched, there’s never a guarantee they would learn to like it
Online: “Wow this is neat, I want a bird so I can do this, I would look really cool!”
Reality: Years of setting up a good diet, years of basic training, years of trust building, her refusing to cooperate, lack of training interest, struggling to get her back on track, months of learning the concept, making sure the right muscles develop properly, feeding a diet to help muscle development, training her so she flies correctly without harming herself, gaining her confidence so she takes off on her own,
Online: “I want a bird so I can take it out for walks and show off!”
Reality: Months of getting used to the harness, learning to put on the harness, learning to be comfortable with the harness on, getting her used to the outdoors, climate adjustments, watching her behaviours, making sure every outdoor experience is a good one, months of recall training and trust building so if something goes wrong there’s a better chance of her coming back.
Online: “Aw they’re so cute I want them!”
Reality: Introducing them properly, making every encounter positive, weeks of quarantine, making sure they get used to each-other over the course of a few months, setting up multiple food bowls, eliminating aggression that occurred, spending a lot of time trying to figure out what they’re fighting over, solving the problems, there’s no guarantee two birds will ever get along
Online: “wow what a pretty blue! I want a blue bird, it’s such a cool colour!”
Reality: Trying to set up a proper diet, refusing to eat vegetables, developing fatty liver disease, feather pigmentation faded, spent several months trying to convert her on to a fresh food diet, running out of ways to serve foods so she’ll eat it, finally converting her, struggling to convert her on to pellets, spending every single present day working to feed this picky eater, spending hours preparing meals just so she will be healthy
Online: “wow those feather sure are pretty! I want a bird to be flighted so it can fly to me on command!”
Reality: Years of proper training, setting her up on the right path, making sure to exercise certain muscles so she can control her flight, bird proofing the entire house, having loads of safety precautions put in place, doing training to exercise her brain so the reactions develop properly, putting obstacles in the way so she learns to maneuver, flight training so she has the strength to fly against winds if she ever escapes, recall training in case anything goes wrong, working to build confidence in her flight abilities, daily flight sessions so she continues to build muscle.
That doesn’t even include all the cage cleaning, expenses, socialization, stimulation and day to day care these little birds need.
Almost everything online is glorified to some extent, if you see something you think is cute or that you would like one in the future please research it! Get hands on experience and learn about them, there’s a lot more that goes on behind the scenes that you may think.
Ever since Sherlock series 4 came out, collectively we were like “what the HELL is this?!?! This doesn’t make any sense!” BUT after many months of tossing ideas around the fandom, we have made theories that could explain the weirdness, but nothing we can all agree on. Now, this meta here may be absolute garbage to you, but I believe, in my heart of hearts, I’ve solved it. Please read it in its entirety with an open mind before you reblog it just to tell me I suck.
Thanks in advance, you da best
Here’s the short version: Sherlock actually jumped at the end of The Reichenbach Fall, just as Doyle intended him to die. Gatiss and Moffat said they are correcting something in this adaptation that no one else has gotten right before. Many of us assumed the homosexual romance was the one thing they were changing, but we were punched in the face right after The Final Problem came out. Gatiss and Moffat are changing the sacrifice. Holmes was intended to die for his friends but Doyle needed more money and rewrote the series after “The Final Problem”. That turned Holmes’ sacrifice into a cruel joke against Watson. This is what BBC Sherlock is fixing, and we’re about to see it come to fruition.
I know many theorists despise the homosexual reading of Holmes and Watson, while many people in general despise theorists on this site. That’s fine, I don’t care how people feel about gay theories and/or TJLC and its followers. But I’m here to tell you TJLC, at its core as a concept, was right. You may hate Moffat and Gatiss, you may think Sherlock is a piece of shit show, and that’s fine, you do you. But hear this one meta out, please. I think even the hardest skeptic can at least apprectiate the thought and logic behind this.
You need to realize just what you mean to the boys by your side. Even if they can’t solve your problems, you can’t hide what’s going on from them. It hurts like hell. Remember, those ain’t your bodyguards. They’re your brothers. Trust in them, always.
Clearly, if you couldn’t tell, and I wanted to write it down otherwise I feel like I might explode from emotions. This entire cinematic was beyond beautiful. Blizzard really went above and beyond in the artistic department - everything looked so damn -real-, which took my breath away. But the main thing that really struck with me is the fact that you can clearly see Anduin’s personality in this moment. So please excuse me, but there’s a lot of pics and a long opinion below the cut.
When we first see him, he’s got the lion helmet on, looking all badass. Even after he’s knocked off his feet, he gets back up and proceeds to go after the troll who tries to kill him, granting us this amazing image -
Looks like he’s channeling Varian to me. He’s standing all, big and trying to be imposing. And almost immediately after, they focus on his face, going from this -
- to this -
Look at him. Look at that face. This isn’t a life-long trained/skilled warrior. This isn’t a battle-hardened paladin who’s fought for years and years. This is a child, a teenager (WoWpedia says seventeen, and we all know how Blizzard is with lore, but it does sound about right), who has been shielded from the harshness of actual war for most of his life. War is brutal; war is dirty and cruel and this world has seen it constantly. And I don’t know how much time will have passed from Legion to this expansion, but regardless.
He looks so sad, almost out of place and worried, and just…-scared-. Like the sudden realization of what he’s in the middle of, of what he’s leading here - not Genn, not his father, him. He’s the one who’s leading the armies of the Alliance, thousands of soldiers against an army equally as powerful. Stormwind and the Alliance could fall in this moment and it would be his fault. And I think it all comes at him at once. This is what his father was talking about, it’s what he was trying to protect him from.
But this is Anduin we’re talking about. This isn’t a warmongering character, we all know how much he would prefer to solve things peacefully, and (I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Blizzard doesn’t totally and completely butcher his character of course) it must have been something to drive him to this point. Look - His mother died when he was a baby, his father was gone most of his life and was only around for a few precious years before he was killed, his ‘aunt’ Jaina has been MIA until lately and Velen is who knows where. I’m hoping we’ll get an answer to that between then and now, but my point is this - Anduin, High King of the Alliance, leader that everyone looks to for guidance and support, really doesn’t have a support system himself. He doesn’t have anyone he can really depend on. The only one who’s been shown to constantly be around is Genn, and whether for good or ill, I suppose it’s something, but it’s not enough. He’s probably been struggling to keep things together for a while. I doubt he’s been eating or sleeping much.
And what does he do, surrounded by death and destruction of hundreds of lives? We see that looks around the battlefield in a moment of calm and is clearly distressed by it.
It’s in this moment that I think he really shines, no pun intended. We know what his father would do in this situation, we know what other characters would do. But Anduin is different, it’s what makes him so special in this game. He looks at his father’s sword, a sword of legend no less -
You can see the confusion, the uncertainty, the self-doubt even now. Shalamayne responded to him yes, but you can absolutely see him still coming to terms with it. He still feels like he isn’t worthy of it. “I cannot do this father. I can’t be the hero you were. I can’t be the king you were…”
And no, he isn’t. That’s what I love him. He’s his own man, finally able to step up and make his own imprint on history. Because of that, I think it’s important to note the imagery of him throwing the sword back down -
Something about this really strikes me not only as beautiful but incredibly moving as well. There is some very deep in this shot. He’s beginning to accept the fact that no, he isn’t his father. No, he isn’t a warrior. That isn’t his path. What does he do instead, then, when surrounded by injured and dying soldiers? Do what he does best, of course -
Heal. Resurrect. Anduin has had an affinity with the Light that few have had before, especially humans. We know this and it’s really beautiful to finally see it in such a wonderful cinematic. I think it’s really touching that if you look closely you can even see tears in his eyes -
We know from lore that Anduin has resurrected his father before, which is something that happens so rarely in canon. Casting such a spell for one person would be difficult enough, but an entire army? That’s practically impossible. We also know that for a character to channel such a spell for a long period of time takes a lot of stamina and strength. It’s exhausting. But he doesn’t give up. He doesn’t stop to take a breather. He stands tall with the rejuvenated army surrounding him once more.
“Stand as one!”
Which just hearkens back to previous cinematics, I think.
“What am I supposed to do now?” “What a king -must- do.”
“For the Alliance!”
What I find most interesting is that he doesn’t say ‘For Azeroth!’ like his father in the previous expansion, he says Alliance. Which makes me wonder just what has happened to cause all of this.
The point of all this rambling is this - Anduin Llane Wrynn has been underestimated both by other characters as well as players for too long. Many people call him names for wanting to find a peaceful way to solve problems and for some reason that’s a bad thing? I don’t understand it, but I’m so happy and proud to see him standing alongside us on the battlefield. This boy does not get enough credit and I’m glad they finally have let him do something amazing. He is much stronger than I think even he realizes, and I would love it if people would finally give him the love and recognition he deserves.
Anduin is too good for this world and we don’t deserve him.
It’s time write unnecessary posts about kids’ shows. The catchy musical climax of “Face The Music” has been, in my opinion, a masterful payoff to an insane Season-long build-up. Each part of Ruberiot’s ballad dealt with a different “shade” of the show’s plot and really proves that all of this was carefully planned from the beginning. Other than that, it was actually visually appealing and very well-animated.
This season’s recurring theme was all about Star refusing to face her problems and how she rather preferred to run away from them. This eventually spiraled into keeping dangerous secrets. This latter part was kinda solved in “Raid The Cave”, with the princess finally telling the truth to her parents.
The apple never falls far from the tree however, as Moon does exactly the same thing as her daughter, but with the Magic Council instead, which understandably gets really mad at the Queen when they find out what happened at Glossaryck. One could argue that she did it for all the good intentions of this world, which I have no doubts it’s true, but the point still stands: if you keep secrets like this with the people you love, or people that *should* be informed about such things, the unmentionable will eventually hit the fan and get back at you and your fancy royal dress.
And speaking of secrets, in the spirit of Season 2, whenever Star messes up, the Universe calls her out for it, and this time is 911 material, because it’s a freaking murder. Once again, pretending that such issues do not exist is not going to help you, especially when friends (and best friends) are involved. However, I’d say that the point is not really “Star should have told Marco about her feelings” but more like “Star refused to acknowledge that those feelings existed”, which is not really different from the whole “running away from your problems” theme of this Season.
Basically, the song sequence single handedly dealt with lore (everyone finding about Star’s mishaps with the spell book) and Starco, kickstarting the heartbreaking events of “Starcrushed” and who-knows-what in Season 3.
TL;DR:“Face The Music” has a great satisfying climax that should not be overlooked, considering what happened in the following episode.
Why does he act like he knows absolutely everything? Why is always wearing that stupid blue sweater? Didn’t he know that it was a like eighty degrees outside? And why is he staring a hole through you right now, with his lips turned up like that, god that annoyed you so much. Oh god, and why are you blushing, uneasy mess right now? Snap the fuck out of it!
You quickly snapped your intense yet annoyed gaze at Peter and focused back on your homework. You still felt the burning feeling of his eyes on you as you continued to finish your Algebra homework. Why wasn’t he doing his homework? Great question, he should be finishing his homework. This was yet another one of the millions of qualities you didn’t care for about Peter Parker. It wasn’t that you hated him per se it was just, he acts like- well he thinks- okay fine. You really, really didn’t like him.
It was just almost everything about him ticked you off in such a way it made your eyes roll into the back of your head every time something cocky rolled off his tongue, or when he proved how much he could actually lift in the gym room, and when he acted as if he was the biggest superhero to roam the streets since Tony Stark.
I mean, neither were you. Sure, you couldn’t catch a bus with your bare hands. Or hang upside down from walls like a complete idiot, but you still had powers too. Yours weren’t trapping people in webbing, but they were pretty powerful. But, that’s besides the point. The point was, Peter Parker would find his way around a fucking mountain just to piss you off.
You didn’t to say it was personal, but it was. At school, he was a completely different person. His usual loud, rowdy, and arrogant persona you saw almost every day at the base was flipped into a shy, quiet, and polite teenage boy around his schoolmates and teachers. His superhero tactics and attitude must of paved the way for his ego to grow immensely around you outside of school. You didn’t even speak to him in Algebra class, it was as if you two didn’t know each other. He was low on the social radar at school, but you, you were even lower.
That didn’t bother you, knowing that as long as Peter kept your secret from everyone, you would keep his. But, this whole “teammate guidelines” book wasn’t even established beyond the boundaries of missions. Around the base, he would do anything to piss you off, and he knew it. He knew how angry you would get when he yanked your glasses of playfully as you worked vigorously on your homework. Or, when you would have to go on missions with him, he acted as if you were there to observe and he was sent to complete the job.
This was one thing you never grew tired of, and you attempted to tell Tony, but then decided against it, due to the fact Tony would just believe it was the two teens on the team who wanted to start drama.
So, you tried to keep your fiery comments back to Peter very slim, but that was on a good day.
Today was not one of those days.
Your mind had been attempting to focus its full attention on your Algebra homework for the past hour, but everywhere you traveled to try and get some peace and quiet, something disrupted you. So, you decided to land your final destination in the Fitness Room, somewhere you never went (lol). You typed in the pass code on the pad next to the door and walked in, the sound of absolute silence hitting your eardrums instantly. The sound was music to yours in a way as the silence settled you down and kept you calm.
Finally. There’s no arguing Tony and Steve, no loud Bucky and Sam, and then best of all, no bickering, egotistical Peter.
You sighed heavily in victory before making way to the only table in the Fitness Room. Sitting down at the white table, you pulled out your Algebra book and spiral, turning directly to the page you had stopped on when you heard Thor yell from behind you, “Neither of you are worthy!”.
You place your hands in your tangled locks, slipping on your glasses before looking down at the book to continue your studying in hopefully, silence.
Okay, if the four is squared then there’s no way this could work. The problem has to be undefined, I just don’t understand how-
You obviously spoke way too soon. Your thinking was stopped midway of the problem once your ears perked at the sound of the door swinging open and the footsteps of the last person you would want in there with you at the moment.
“Hey! Y/N! What are you doing studying in here?”
The voice that made your head ache and your veins pop out of your arms rang through your ears in a loud, uneasy echo throughout the seemingly vacant room.
Your Y/E/C eyes shut themselves tightly, fists matching them as you reached up to yank your glasses off your head and slam them down on your book in annoyance. Turning around to lock gazes with the prick behind you, you feel the peak of your complete and utter luck drop to the bottom of the line.
“This was the only quiet place in the entire building,” your pink lips open in a scowl as you made sure to emphasize the ‘was’ in your statement.
Peter’s brown eyes rolled into the back of his head as he tossed his towel across the room, landing on a weight bench. His shoulders shrugged in a careless manner, “Well, now it isn’t.”
A deep groan emitted from the bottom of your throat at his comment. Why can’t you just do one thing? One thing, Without Peter worming his ass into it. Whatever, you’ll just ignore him for the time being. You could do that, right? Of course you could.
Another sigh emits from you before you turn back around and attempt to focus on the problem that’s been eating your energy our for minutes. Slipping your glasses back on, you pick up your pencil and begin to work the problem form the beginning, seeing if you could start over and maybe, finally solve it.
As you began to write the four transitioning from the other side of the equation, your brain realized that wouldn’t work and mentally erased the idea from your mind. Minutes passed, and after five tries, your mind starts to get antsy and annoyed with the erase marks and X’s scattered all across your paper.
“I just don’t understand why you can’t subtract it from the-but wait. Then you would have to add, but no. That doesn’t make any sense either…” you muttered yourself, grumbling as you trailed off your incorrect thought and filed it with the others. You bit your chapped lip and tugged on it as your eyes lifted from the book to wander around the room in thought.
Your eyes shifted from towards the left corner of your eye and your intense, diligent gaze shifted from cloudy numbers scattered around your brain to a site that you hate to admit it, made your mind wander from math to an entirely new adventure. As you thought your eyes would meet a vacant workout bench, they instead met a very sweaty and very shirtless Peter Parker lifting weights before you.
What even was, Math?
Your thoughts vanished of immediate hatred every time your eyes met his figure. This time, your mouth went from ‘opened wide to scream something cursing at the boy in front of you’ to ‘close your damn mouth, Y/N, drool is starting to form at the boy in front of you’. His slightly tanned bare chest glistened with sweat dripping down to this stomach area. Obviously, Peter had yanked off the fully covered sweater that adorned his apparently, toned ass body underneath. You silently and guiltily prayed to the gods for the sight before you.
You continued to stare heavily at the sweaty, ripped boy lifting weights before you. Your eyes then trailed up to his bulging biceps, flexing every time the weight would come up above his sweaty head of hair. You felt your breath become heavy and your chest rise up in nervousness each time his body flexed in a new and fucking incredible way. Your eyes then made way to Peter’s hair, he usual slicked back hair was ruffled in curls, due to the fact the wetness made his true hair type become evident.
Okay fine, you knew Peter was very, very attractive. But this? This was something you definitely didn’t need in your life. This was going to make everything ten times harder in an argument with the ripped boy next to you. Why god, why? But at the same time, thank you god, thank you.
“Are you done?”
The sound of Peter’s raspy and slightly high voice range through your ears, snapping you out of your guilty Peter stare down. You veins pumped with nerves and your eyes greeted Peter’s right brown orbs in an entire new kind of look. The clouded anticipation of Peter’s body was no longer evident in your eyes, it was now the usual annoyed glaze over your orbs. Your brain wracked for something smart to say back, knowing you’d been caught.
God, he is never going to let you live this down.
“What are you talking about?” you faked reality and acted as if he was the crazy one. You narrow your lids in seemingly displeasure and throw your pencil down, which had almost broken due to your fist squeezing it into oblivion.
Peter then jumped down from the slightly high step that supported numerous types of workout equipment. His wet towel was grasped in his right hand as he walked to right next to you, bare body leaning against the pole, “You’ve been checking me out for the past three minutes,” he interjected, arms folded across his chest cockily.
Your heart was beating quickly at his sudden confession, the truth obviously being told. You attempted to think of something fast before your major contemplative actions became too obvious. So, you thought of the most clever response you could come up with on a whim.
“Ew, no I haven’t.”
Wow, Y/N. That was genuinely so clever, you dumb ass.
“Uh, yeah you were,” he pushed back, leaning himself of the pole and inching closer to you.
“NO, I haven’t.”
“Yes, you have.”
“Peter it’s called thinking!” you sassed back, now standing up as aggravation swept your entire demeanor. Your own arms folded over your chest in a heated daze as your eyes never took themselves off Peter’s.
“Really, 'cause the last time I checked, biting your lip and staring at someone’s chest isn’t called thinking.”
Your body was so close to Peter’s you could feel the hot breath roll off his lips and hot your face as he fired back another comment. The body proximity of you two was nearly close to passing the 'too close’ line, but you didn’t care. You weren’t about to let Peter have this hanging over your head for the rest of your life. No matter how fucking good he looked sweaty and shirtless, you had to win.
Your eyes searched Peter’s in an intent stare as you popped out a question that had been lingering in the back of your mind for months, “Why do you always want to argue with me?”
You watched as Peter’s pink lips turned up into a playful smirk before stepping across that proximity into dangerous territory. Your pulse quickened at your state, your body instantly responding to a glorious hot and sweaty boy standing so close to you. Your cheeks flushed as the thoughts of this ran through your brain. Your teenage hormones didn’t give a shit whether it was Peter Parker or not standing this close to you in this state, they just knew how to play you.
Peter’s lips inched closer to yours, and the closer they got, the farther your brain got from the feeling of dislike and annoyance with the boy in front of you.
“Because, arguing with you is always at the top of my list,” he daringly whispered against your lips, the breath from his comment hitting your mouth slyly. Your eyes bounced from Peter’s bright brown eyes down to those egotistical lips numerous times before you had no idea what the hell you were doing. Your hormones were in drive.
The next thing you knew, your hand wrapped itself around Peter’s neck and yanked him forward to meet your mouth in a hot, fiery, and searing kiss. The word hatred meant nothing to you as his slightly chapped lips pushed themselves back onto yours and his arms wrapped around your frame. One hand was placed on the back of his neck and the other reached down and ran up and down his glorious abs. You felt him moan slightly at your soft touch and pulled you even closer to him, if that was a possibility. Your body ignited with sparks at his touch, and your knees shook as his tongue attempted to slide itself past your lips.
With no sense of manner or care in the world, you allowed him to and your body almost fainted at the feeling. You could tell it was getting hot and heavy a little too soon, so you shut your lips back together and took your hand off the back of his neck and sighed against his lips.
Peter took this as a signal and kissed you one last time softly before pulling away. Both your bodies breathed heavily near each other in need for instant air. Your eyes met in a warm daze and you reached up in delight to faintly touch your lips.
Faces burning with sudden realizations and passion, you drew apart and for the first time, smiled genuinely at the other.
Simply put, healthy function use = healthy type. But many of us struggle with our tertiary and inferior function, especially under stress, which can pave the way for behaviors that other people hate or that we even hate ourselves for it. That’s normal, granted you try to self-improve.
An unhealthy type however has this distinction of using their dominant and/or auxiliary function in a counter-productive manner. Since these functions take precedence in our psyche, that means you’re stuck with an individual who’s often naturally unbearable most of the time, not just when things go wrong.
With this in mind…
An unhealthy Si user is that person who never changes their mind about anything, who always shoots down any kind of alternatives and proposals and will make it their pleasure to criticize anything that they’ve never even tried. Some will go as far as seeing progress as an enemy. It seems like it’ll take a bulldozer to move them away from their comfort zone. Just try not to punch them in the face when they call you all excited about a new discovery that you spent 5 years telling them about.
An unhealthy Se user is that person who always seems to be in trouble. Financial, legal, professional, you name it. Seems like being around them means cleaning up one mess after another. You’ll scratch your head as to how they say they need to borrow money for the rent and the next week they buy themselves neat new designer clothes or something along those lines. They’re fun for a night out on the town, but otherwise, you probably avoid them like the plague.
An unhealthy Ni user is that person who always think they understand stuff better than you and that their word is gospel. They effortlessly exude arrogance and somewhat of a superiority complex without even realizing it. Despite their depth of thought, you would still never trade places with them as they never seem to have had one minute of fun during their lifetime and their only ounce of contentment is when you tell them they were right about something.
An unhealthy Ne user is that person who will have 2 hours discussions with you, that are usually more monologues and yet they never seem to make a point. They get excited about everything and anything, only to never offer you follow-ups. They’ll not only contradict themselves in a span of a few days, but sometimes within the same statement. They’ll often think of themselves as knowledgeable on just about every issue, only to realize they merely scratched said issue on the surface based on something they heard about it on the fly.
An unhealthy Fi user is that person who just says and does whatever they want without with total disregard as to whether it’s appropriate or not. They are masters at twisting around and justifying everything they say and do. And if all else fails, play the victim, because they’re convinced no one understands them. Their lives are often a mess on an organizational level and please don’t offer them sound and logical advice because that might actually anger them even more. They’ll gladly self-destruct even more if it means telling you to piss off.
An unhealthy Fe user is that person who knows what everyone is up to, but also criticizes what everyone is doing as if they wrote book on acceptable social norms and behaviors. They have an uncanny ability to think they know what’s best for everyone. You’ll often find them raising themselves up by knocking other people down, often in the form of gossip. And yet for all of this, they never seem to realize that they can’t take care of themselves without any kind of assistance from others which is actually the first issue they should address before meddling in other people’s business.
An unhealthy Ti user is that person who thinks they’ve got it all figured out, yet the results show something quite different. They are often cynical and smartasses but not in a fun way as they’ll shun and criticize everything that makes us human like feelings, unity, spirituality etc. We’re all just monkeys destined to be worm food, you know. Ti can also be aggressively manipulative and disregard people’s feelings when it goes into “as long as I get when I want” mode.
An unhealthy Te user is that person who seems to think everyone is stupid, lazy and incompetent. They want everyone to abide by the rules but are often the first ones to break or twist said rules when it works in their favor. Any and all shreds of “sound advice” will be sprinkled with insults on your ability to problem solve, if not, your entire character. Most frustrating is that when people finally have enough of them, they usually don’t even understand why. In their minds, they’re usually the only ones that are rational and responsible.
Please tell me it’s not just me who gets intense adrenaline rushes off of solving problems. Like I get a huge rush when I find the solution to a difficult problem and that switch finally clicks in my brain. It’s like my biggest high.
Math, math, math, math, maTH, MATH EVERYWHERE. I’ve been working on a problem for a week now and I haven’t still been able to solve it??
I wrote my last finals exam for 2017 last friday and honestly it feels so weird! Next spring I have a couple of other exams and math is one of them and I’m lowkey screaming inside because nothing makes sense anymore…Probably lost my talent in math!
“You seem very put together and secure in one self so I’m going to ask you this, and I would prefer it wasn’t publicly posted. Even if you don’t respond, that’s okay, but at this point I feel like I would appreciate a wiser person’s perspective. My boyfriend and I broke up, which may sound petty, but the shitty way I feel is not. It was because he was too overwhelmed to put effort into it. What would you suggest is the best way to move on from said breakup? HOW DO YOU PURGE YOURSELF OF EMOTION”
I asked this reader for permission to pull her question out of my askbox and answer it publicly because it seemed like it might be useful to more than one person considering becoming an emotional robot.
Dear Unnamed Reader,
First: you’re not going to like my advice.
Second: you don’t have to take it. I’m really only adequately equipped to give advice on how to be more like me, and trust me, sources are widely divided on whether this is a good thing.
Third: I don’t think your turmoil is petty. One thousand ships have been launched in the name of a bad break-up.
Fourth: You ask me how to purge yourself of emotion. I reckon this must mean I don’t look like a hot mess on the internet, which is good to know. But I assure you that when something pings my emotional radar, I feel all feelings at level 11. Example? This morning, I gave Lover a ride to an errand. We took my old Camaro. On the interstate ramp, I put the car through its paces and experienced the burst of joy that comes in third gear at 4400 rpm. Once the car had settled, I realized Lover was staring at me. “God,” he said, “can you be any more happy?” No. No, in fact, I couldn’t. Emotions are binary in Maggie Stiefvater. You should have seen me when I first heard Two Door Cinema Club’s “Sun.” I almost died from happiness.
But that also means my negative emotions are dialed to 11. I don’t often get upset — I’ve just become so unreasonably plucky that I assume all woes are transient, so whatevs. Because of my outsized belief in my ability to problem-solve, I really only get upset when I feel powerless. 2015 turned out to be the year of powerlessness: terrible things happening to friends, to my family, in the world. I finally broke last weekend over a comparatively tiny thing —a news article printed stuff about me that was so hilariously not true that I thought no one would believe it, particularly as the truth was still perfectly findable. But they did. And I couldn’t do a thing about it without stirring things up more and getting yet more messages telling me how glad they were to see me shot down from my Raven Cycle induced high blah blah etc. A minuscule thing — but yet more powerlessness after a year of epic powerlessness. I proceeded to launch 1,000 emotional ships. Work ground to a halt. I listened to Kygo’s remix of Matt Corby’s “Brother” 62 times in a row without pause. I sat under my office desk, only emerging to give in to to my OCD, which demanded, among other things, 17 clothing changes in 8 hours because SEAMS GOD THE SEAMS WHY. I blew a deadline. I flew to Colorado. I exceeded the speed limit in a rental Nissan that was not meant to exceed the speed limit. I blew another deadline. I paced until I couldn’t feel my knees. I thought about how I’d ruled out self-harm as an option a decade ago. I returned home. I sat on the shower floor for a very long time. I failed to sleep. I could have pretended that I wasn’t hurting, but —
Fifth: you cannot cut out the sad emotions without cutting out the happy ones.
Sixth: I am a disgustingly happy person. I fucking love life. The number of things in life that please me daily continues to astonish me, considering how terrible the world is. But I’m a happy person because I’m also sometimes a wretchedly sad person or terribly angry person. If you want to live life turned up all the way, you have to be open to the possibility of both joy or despair.
Seventh: which brings me to the advice you’re not going to like: being miserable right now is not a bad thing. What you’re feeling is a valid response to a situation that you feel powerless in. It’s horrible. But you feeling genuine pain now means that you can — and will — feel genuine happiness at some point. Agony and joy come from the same place: being emotionally invested in your own life.
Eighth: The way back to happiness is getting out of the cycle of powerlessness — basically, finding a place you can have agency again. Your misery is going to want you to find a way to be powerful in your current miserable situation. If you’re anything like me, you’ve rehearsed a few thousand options in your head. Calling him and winning him back. Making him feel as sad as you. Sending ugly greeting cards to his mother. Anything that would make you feel like you’re not completely helpless. But you need to find something else that you can be the boss of. Remind yourself of the things that make you feel like a badass. It doesn’t matter how silly or stupid they are. It can be as difficult as a project that you think will change the world, or as easy as playing a song that always gets you high. Do that.
Ninth: Do not listen to Kygo’s remix of “Brother.” It will not cheer you up.
Tenth: There is no tenth, but I really wanted one. So eat more leafy green vegetables.
ETA I CHANGED IT TO 2015 I DON’T KNOW WHY I KEEP CALLING THIS YEAR 2016
“Can you stop being so immature about this?!” Chris explodes from behind you, reaching out his hand to catch the door you just tried slamming in his face, his blue eyes flashing with frustration.
You scoff, storming further into the house as you reef your jacket off your shoulders, flinging it onto the couch as you pass. It hangs haphazardly off the edge, half on the floor but you can’t be bothered fixing it up. “Oh I’m sorry,” You snap instead. “Should I be more understanding about running into your ex girlfriend at your Mother’s birthday party?”
“Yes!” Chris replies angrily, taking off his jacket also, but hanging it neatly on the hooks by the door. “I told you a hundred times already that I didn’t know she was going to be there, It isn’t my fault she was invited!” “No,” You agree with a huff, reaching down to pull off your heels, keeping them in your hand in case you need to use it as a makeshift weapon. “But letting her hang all over you is very much your fault!”
“She wasn’t hanging all over me y/n,” Chris exclaims, running his fingers back up into his hair. “We were just catching up that’s all!” You throw your hands up by your sides, turning back to face him. “So she wasn’t practically sitting in your lap while you caught up?”
The image of Chris’ hands on his ex’s hips while she drapes her arms around his neck is imprinted into your mind, cruelly reminding you of how much he loved this woman at one point in his life. There is no escaping the painful, gut wrenching feeling of seeing them together; Scott having let it slip that before their breakup Chris was thinking of asking her to marry him, going so far as to already having the ring. Try as you might you couldn’t forget something like that.
“It wasn’t like I invited her to sit there!” The veins in the side of Chris’ neck are becoming more prominent the longer this fight goes on, his hands balled into fists by his side and his face flushed. He was getting more and more frustrated over the fact you just wouldn’t let this go. “You should have pushed her off! Or at least told her you were with someone.” “I tried to!” “That isn’t good enough Chris!” “No, of course it isn’t!” Chris laughs humorlessly, letting his hands fall flat to his side. “Nothing’s ever good enough for you.”
His response catches you off guard, your shoes falling from your hands, clattering noisily on the wood floor as you stare at him, all anger temporarily subsiding. “Excuse me?” You finally manage to stutter out. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” “It means,” He starts stalking towards you, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he does so. “You’re a goddamn bitch y/n, who expects our relationship to be exactly what you want all the time and when I god forbid do something you don’t like you throw a temper tantrum like a child!”
“really Nolan? You’re still going on about this?” I said rolling my eyes at him.
“I’m telling you y/n it wasn’t an animal okay I know what I saw.” Nolan said putting his head in his hands.
“look Nolan whatever it was it’s gone now and it isn’t going to come back, so let’s just relax and ace this biology test tomorrow!” I said throwing his book to him.
Ever since the charity lacrosse game Nolan hasn’t been the same. He saw the beast in the library, everyone did, but we told everyone it was some kind of animal. Everyone else was convinced but we had a tough time convincing Nolan. I wasn’t exactly the poster child for humanity either. I was called a kitsune or a fox. Unfortunately my sister Kira couldn’t control her inner fox so she was sent to live with the skin walkers until she could. I think that was when I started to seek comfort in something besides the pack. That’s when I found Nolan.
“I can’t just get over this, how can you?” He asked studying me.
Nolan struggled with his mental health, he was as broken as I was and I guess I took comfort in that. We became fast friends and used each other for a shoulder to cry on.
“I just have trust in the police department that the problem has been solved.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
He sighed before opening his textbook and highlighting important sections. I glanced up at him before doing the same. My phone started ringing scaring me and Nolan. I quickly picked up seeing Scott’s name flash on the caller ID.
“hello?” I answered.
“we have a problem, meet me at my house in 20 minutes.” Scott said before hanging up.
I sighed. Just when things were finally looking up.
“who was that?” Nolan asked looking up.
“uh my mom she needs me home.” I lied effortlessly.
That was one thing I hated. Lying to Nolan was easy too easy and it killed me. I wanted to tell him everything but I couldn’t. There was no guarantee he would take lightly to the information and besides we were under fire after everything that happened with the wild hunt so remaining under the radar was the best option.
“but you just got here.” Nolan said looking down visibly upset.
“I know I’m sorry but my mom she really needs me.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
The truth was I would rather stay here with Nolan all night. I guess you could say in the time that we spent together my feelings for the broken boy blossomed.
“If you don’t want to hang out with me all you have to do is just say so.” Nolan said looking down at his feet.
I got off of his floor going to sit in front of him.
“Nolan look at me.” I said putting my hand on his cheek.
Nolan slowly lifted his eyes off the ground looking at me.
“Nolan that is just your anxiety talking okay? Nolan you’re my best friend, there is no one I’d rather spend time with than you.” I said smiling at him.
Nolan gave me a smile before nodding his head. I kissed his cheek before hurrying out the door. I got to Scott’s house 10 minutes late earning annoyed glances from the rest of the pack.
“we need to talk.” Scott said giving me a serious look.
It was never good when Scott said we needed to talk.
“Nolan?” I said in disbelief.
“I’m sorry but he’s working with them.” Scott said sullen.
“No, he wouldn’t do that!” I said a tear rolling down my cheek.
“He stabbed Corey right in the hand and showed everyone in the library!” Mason grumbled.
“Also Brett and Lori Talbot are dead.” Scott said looking over at Liam with a sad glance.
I couldn’t believe it. I had saved Lori and Brett when the deadpool was going on. I couldn’t save them now. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t want to believe the boy I loved could be doing this. I could feel the fox fighting to get out as my anger rose.
“I know it isn’t what you wanted to hear, but I wouldn’t lie to you.” Scott said grabbing my hand.
I shook my head knowing he was right. What was I supposed to do now?
“now we need to watch our backs, watch each others backs, don’t trust anyone except for each other.” Scott said looking at all of us.
We all went home to think about what Scott told us. Nolan tried to text me but I couldn’t bring myself to read any of his messages. I couldn’t believe he was actually working with them. The next morning I didn’t feel like going to school but I knew I needed to be there for Liam and Corey considering we were the only three in the pack still in school. I walked in to school earning glances from all the students. The looked at me and whispered. I focused my kitsune hearing to hear what they were saying.
“She’s one of them.”
“don’t get too close, she’s dangerous.”
“she hangs out with that Liam kid she has to be one of them.”
“yeah didn’t you see her in the library? She was glowing orange.”
I felt a tear fall from my eye as I walked the halls to find Liam and Corey.
“people are talking about us” I said walking over to the boys.
Ignoring the stares of the students was hard.
“yeah I hear them too. They know something is up. We shouldn’t have come today.” Liam said tugging at his hair.
“listen you guys will be fine, all you have to do is act normal.” Mason said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“I don’t know if that’s going to work. There were two sophomore lacrosse players in the street the other night, they had a clear view of you Liam.” Corey said.
“yeah that’s it we need to leave.” Liam said grabbing my hand.
“if you leave now, they win. You need to stay and show them your just like all of us.” Mason said blocking our way.
“we can’t pretend to be normal okay we aren’t normal.” Liam says frustrated.
“look all you need to do is be like Clark Kent, nobody knows he’s actually superman.” Mason said making Corey nod.
“Clark Kent doesn’t have fangs and glowing eyes and he certainly doesn’t have a bright glowing aura around him.” I said rolling my eyes.
“She’s got a good point.” Liam said agreeing with me.
“look you guys can do this I know you can.” Mason said sighing.
I sighed knowing he was right. Liam sighed too. I mean we’ve been pretending to be normal all this time what could one more day hurt. I walked to English class which I had with Nolan and Gabe, who I found out was also working with the hunters. I felt all the eyes of the students on me as I sat down. Nolan stood up and took the seat beside me. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
“where were you last night?” Nolan asked looking at me.
“I told you my mom…” I started but was cut off.
“I went to your house and your mom wasn’t even home, funny you weren’t there either.” Nolan said glaring at me.
“You know people are talking right, they’re saying stuff about you. Stuff that would explain a lot like where you go when you disappear.” Nolan continued getting in my face.
This wasn’t like him at all. He was never confrontational especially not with me.
“what gonna stab me with a pen too?” I snapped at him.
Nolan was taken back at my outburst and honestly I was too.
“I..” He started but I cut him off this time.
“I don’t know what kind of nonsense they’re filling your head with but I’m not the enemy neither is Liam or Scott or anyone. Nolan you know me, you know me better than anyone, you don’t actually believe all that stuff do you?” I said hurt evident in my voice.
Nolan didn’t say anything. He got up and walked back to where Gabe was sitting. Our teacher came in starting the class but I was finding it hard to focus. My emotions got the best of me and soon I had tears falling down my cheeks.
“miss Yukimura do you need a minute?” Our teacher asked looking at me.
I shook my head before running out of the classroom. I went to the bathroom breaking down. This was wrong. This was all wrong. Everyone in Beacon Hills would be dead if it weren’t for us, Nolan would be dead. I remember when the ghost riders took him, I tried to save him but I was too late. If it weren’t for, dare I say it, Theo I would have been taken too. I got up splashing some cold water on my face. I could do this.
“Do you know it helps to talk about what you’re feeling.”
I turned around to see Miss Monroe, who had hunted down Brett Talbot, standing there with a smirk on her face.
“No thanks, I don’t want to talk to someone like you.” I growled turning around.
“I’m not the one you need to be thinking of it’s the ones we never expect to cause the most damage.” She said before walking out the door.
I knew she was talking about Nolan. I exit the bathroom being greeted by Liam, Corey and Mason.
“We have a problem.” Corey says.
“we have a lot of problems what now?” I asked rolling my eyes.
“Gabe and Nolan, they want to get you guys to shift in front of everyone so they can expose what you are.” Mason said looking at me and then Liam.
“I don’t exactly work like that.” I said.
“you don’t think they’ve been doing their homework too? I could find a lot about kitsunes and they can too.” Mason said.
“so what are we going to do?” Liam said coming to stand by me.
“well the entire lacrosse team is blocking all the exits.” Corey said.
“it’s not like you guys can just turn invisible and get out of here.” Mason says scratching his head.
“or can we?” I said looking at Corey.
Liam and I grab on to Corey and he turns us invisible along with himself. Mason attempts to lead us out of school but every exit is blocked by lacrosse players. Mason makes another turn running straight in to Gabe and Nolan.
“where are they?” Gabe asks Mason.
“Who?” Mason said playing dumb.
Gabe was clearly not impressed.
“you know who.” He said clenching his jaw.
“oh Liam and Y/n yeah I haven’t seen them since the last time I saw them.” He rambled scratching his head.
Gabe and Nolan looked at each other confused.
“okay when was that?” Gabe asked clearly annoyed now.
“the last time I saw them was definitely the time I saw them last.” Mason said unsure of what he was even saying now.
Nolan looked at Gabe again before taking dust out of his pocket and blowing it our way. Liam, Corey, and I were now visible to everyone. Gabe grabbed Liam while another lacrosse player grabbed me. We were taken in to the empty science classroom and thrown to the floor. Liam got up but Gabe punched him in the face.
“stop what are you doing.” I growled walking over to Gabe.
He smirked at me before punching me in the face as well. I grab my nose trying to keep the blood from staining my shirt. I look at Nolan betrayal in my eyes.
“come on Liam all you have to do is shift.” Gabe says kicking Liam in the stomach.
A crowd of students has gathered just watching the action going on. I stood back up but Gabe turned to me punching me again.
“you know you can take us, all you have to do is shift.” Gabe said beating Liam up more.
At this point Liam was bloodied and barely standing. Gabe turned to me with a sadistic smirk.
“And you.” He said grabbing me by the hair and dragging me to the electric outlet.
I tried to fight back knowing what would happen if I touched that.
“I wonder what would happen If you got a little too close to this outlet.” Gabe whispered in my ear.
“why don’t you find out.” I snapped glaring at him.
Gabe slammed my face off the table making my vision go blurry. I could barely stand from the pain of each blow he delivered. I couldn’t heal like a werewolf, it took time and energy, two things I didn’t have right now.
“Gabe that’s enough.” Nolan said his voice cracking.
“Did you forget the whole purpose of this Nolan?” Gabe growled turning towards him.
He walked back over to Liam who had his eyes shut tight. I was relieved when I saw Mrs. Finch walk in to the room. However she just stands there watching the scene.
“do something!” Mason says struggling.
“Sometimes its best if we let them work out their problems on their own.” She says before leaving.
Gabe punched Liam again. Liam still had his eyes closed trying to control his inner wolf from escaping.
“open your eyes Liam.” Gabe growled wrapping his hands around his throat.
“the sun. the moon. the truth.” Liam said taking deep breaths.
“what are you talking about?” Gabe growled.
“the sun. the moon. the truth.” I repeated from my spot on the floor.
“Liam open your eyes.” Gabe growled.
Liam opened his eyes and they were his blue color thankfully. I mustered up all the strength I could manage and took off my belt which was actually my katana. I clicked it in to place and before Gabe could make another move I was holding it at his throat.
“See I told you all, look at her.” Gabe said not moving.
I managed to connect my eyes with Nolan who looked horrified. I wore my belt around him all the time and now he found out what it actually was.
“It’s a Japanese sword you’ve proved nothing.” I growled.
Gabe went to take another step forward but was cut off by a voice.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Bobby Finstock asked coming in the classroom.
He grabbed Nolan and Gabe by the back of their necks and pushed them towards the door.
“YOU TWO TO THE PRINCIPLES OFFICE NOW!” He yelled.
The other students just stood there staring at us.
“GET OUT ALL OF YOU! I CAN’T STAND TO LOOK AT ANY OF YOUR FACES.” He yells shooing all the students out.
I fold my sword back in to my belt before dropping down beside Liam.
“you did it.” I said stroking a hand through his hair.
“Clark Kent right?” Liam said spitting out some blood.
“Yeah Clark Kent.” I said smiling.
Mason drove us home making sure we got in alright. I went to the bathroom examining the bruises and cuts on my face. I touched the bruise flinching as soon as my hand made contact with it. I could feel the tears rush down my cheeks. I felt defeated, I felt like a monster. I grabbed a washcloth and started cleaning the blood off my face. I didn’t even recognize the girl in the mirror anymore.
“this is all wrong." I whispered my voice shaking due to the tears.
I walked to my room slowly letting the tears fall freely. It was hard to be strong when everyone was against you. I picked up the picture of me and Kira from my nightstand. God I missed her. Nolan filled the void that Kira left and now he was gone too. I should have went with her to live with the skin walkers. I passed the test, Kira didn’t but I still should have stayed. Maybe that’s where I belonged. I took out a piece of paper addressing it to Nolan
This isn’t easy to say, so I’m just going to come out and say it. You were right. I’m not normal. I lied to you. I’ve been lying to you. I wanted to protect you. I never wanted you to get involved with my crazy world so I thought not telling you was the best option. The truth is I didn’t have a choice in what I am. I’m called a Kitsune. It’s the Japanese word for fox spirit which is exactly what I am. Sometimes the fox spirit inside takes over the human it possesses and turns malevolent which is what happened to my sister Kira. She had to go live with these creatures called the skin walkers. Nolan I wish I would have told you all this sooner but I didn't know what your reaction would be. I thought I was protecting you but I was only hurting you by lying. You filled the void that my sister left. You were there to dry my tears and offer me guidance and you’ll never know how much that truly meant to me. There is one other thing I want to tell you, it’s something I’ve known ever since you were taken by the ghost riders (which you wouldn’t remember happened either.) Nolan I love you. I’m in love with you. All of you, all of your fears, your anxiety, everything. I ruined everything by not telling you, and I hurt someone I would never want too. So this is why I am writing you this letter Nolan. I’m going to go to a place where I can’t hurt you anymore. I should’ve stayed with Kira when she was taken by the skin walkers then I would’ve never hurt you in the first place. Goodbye Nolan, I’m sorry I let you down but you won’t have to worry about me anymore by the time you read this letter I’ll be gone from your life so I can’t hurt you anymore.
Tears stained the page as I finished writing the last words. I paced around my room not really sure if I was making the right choice. The pack needed me here, but I didn’t know if I could stay. I grab the note and walk out of my room running down the steps. I take a look at my house thinking about all the memories made here, all of the memories with Nolan, with Kira, with the pack. I was going to miss them all but I knew I was making the safest decision for me right now. I opened the door, Nolan standing on the other side, just about to knock.
kat on AO3 asked: “could you maybe write one where derek travels for business, and stiles is home with the kids. when he gets really sick and the oldest calls derek to come home?”
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating: G, Word Count: 1449 Human AU, Sick Stiles, Writer Derek, Fluff, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, POV Derek ♥ Read on AO3
one person in line in front of him when Derek’s phone
buzzes in his pocket. It’s
probably Stiles, calling him on the way to TJ and Carter’s school. The person in front of him steps through, to the
airplane. Derek grabs his phone from his pocket, and looks apologetically at
the flight attendant checking everyone’s
tickets. He looks at his phone. A sense of foreboding creeps up his spine. A
picture of Stiles and their kids in front of their house is on his screen.
Someone’s calling him from their home
number. Why would he be getting a call from home? There shouldn’t be anyone there.
Oh God. Something’s
Trying not to let his panic show on his face, he steps
out of the line.
‘Daddy’s dying,’ TJ whispers.
being dramatic, Derek tells himself. Stiles probably just bumped into
something, or cut his finger, maybe he overslept, lost track of TJ in the rush
to get their kids to school, and now she’s
messing with the phone.
would you say that, little whelp?’ he
asks, swallowing down his heart that somehow lodged itself in his throat.
‘He looks gross,’ is TJ’s
Derek can’t really
blame her, she’s only four.
‘Give me the phone! You’re
explaining it all wrong!’
‘Give it back!’
Derek gnashes his teeth as he listens to his children
struggle for the phone, feeling helpless, until finally Carter comes on.
‘Daddy’s sick. He’s
coughing and breathing funny. And there’s a giant pile of snotty tissues by
the bed,’ Carter explains. The six
year-old is trying to sound firm and grown-up, but Derek knows his child, and
can hear the tremble underneath the bravado. ‘And he’s
moving around all slow, and keeps bumping into things like he’s drunk
or blind or something.’
That doesn’t sound
like Stiles is dying, more like he’s got a
really bad cold or, god forbid, the flu. Derek thought Stiles’ voice sounded funny on the phone
last night, but assumed it was a bad connection. Not that Stiles would’ve admitted anything was wrong if he
little cub. Can you give me daddy?’
‘Sure.’ Carter sounds a little sullen
that they don’t get to report further on
one of their fathers’
Before S3 dropped, the “please, no” line managed to make it on my dash. Spoiler irritation aside, I’d assumed seeing Keith beg the Black Lion not to accept him would have me in tears. I won’t negate the possibility that knowing that line was coming dampened the effect – and don’t get me wrong, it was incredibly sad – but I never could have expected that this brief scene with Lance would be what did me in.
The fact that this scene is framed as a comedic moment, where the others complain about how long he’s just “sitting in there” and ultimately ends with Lance giving up and pouting, somehow makes this sincere moment resonate even more. Because this moment? Lance sitting there just hoping he can do this, trying to tell himself he is worth enough to do this, is heartbreaking. There is nothing funny about Lance sitting in the Black Lion’s cockpit, closing his eyes, and just wishing.
The juxtaposition of these two things only made the whole scene so much more jarring to me.
Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluffy, loads of Bucky being a cute pie some sexual innuendos and some sexual tension.
You take a sip of your coffee as you look at the computer in front of you; you are never going to understand why you accepted a job at the Stark Industries, sure they pay you really well but looking at budgets all day wasstarting to make you crazy.
To be honest, the budget in front of you is the least of your concerns, it’s been five days since Bucky went on a mission and you still haven’t heard from him. Usually, he texts you to let you know that he was alive and well. But so far nothing, according to Natasha they are fine but the mission is a lot more complicated than they anticipated.
You wish they would be home soon, you hated worrying much, you couldn’t sleep when you were worried.
You almost have a heart attack when you hear your phone ringing, you look at the id caller expecting it to be Dan but no it is Wanda. This is odd she never calls you “Hey Wan is everything fine?” Your mind goes to the worst scenario possible, afraid that something might have happened to Bucky.