and on how nobody can resist you


❛ They’re safe ❜  
❛ She’s/he’s/they’re safe, just like I promised. ❜
❛ And you get to die for her/him/them, just like you promised. ❜
❛ We’re all men/woman of our word. ❜
❛ This is either madness or brilliance. ❜
❛ It’s remarkable how often those two traits coincide. ❜
❛ Me? I’m dishonest. ❜
❛ And a dishonest man/woman/person you can always trust to be dishonest. ❜
❛ It’s the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they’re going to do something incredibly.. stupid. ❜
❛ This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caught NAME. ❜
❛ You cheated. ❜
❛ Pirate. ❜
❛ You are without doubt the worst pirate I’ve ever heard of. ❜
❛ What’s your purpose? ❜
❛ I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships. ❜
❛ I confess, it is my intention to raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out. ❜
❛ I said no lies. ❜
❛ I think he’s telling the truth. ❜
❛ If he/she/they were telling the truth, he/she/they wouldn’t have told us. ❜
❛ That’s not true. ❜
❛ I am not obsessed with treasure. ❜
❛ Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate. ❜
❛ You’re supposed to be dead! ❜
❛ The only rules that matter are these: what a man/woman/person can do and what a man/woman/person can’t do. ❜
❛ Pirate is in your blood, boy. ❜
❛ I can let you drown. ❜
❛ So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not? ❜
❛ Drink up, me hearties. Yo ho. ❜
❛ You burned all the food, the shade.. the rum! ❜
❛ Yes, the rum is gone. ❜
❛ Why is the rum gone? ❜
❛ It is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. ❜
❛ The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me. ❜
❛ Do you really think there is even the slightest chance they won’t see it? ❜
❛ There’ll be no living with him/her/them after this. ❜
❛ I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against PLACE. ❜
❛ There are a lot of long words in there, Miss/Mr. ❜
❛ We’re naught but humble pirates. ❜
❛ What is it that you want? ❜
❛ I want you to leave and never come back. ❜
❛ I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Mean’s no. ❜
❛ I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you mean. ❜
❛ Too long I’ve been starving to death and haven’t died. ❜
❛ I feel nothing. ❜
❛ You best start believing in ghost stories, NAME. You’re in one. ❜
❛ No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder? ❜
❛ If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it. ❜
❛ I want you to know that I was rooting for you. Know that. ❜
❛ It never would have worked between us, darling. ❜
❛ I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know. ❜
❛ How far are you willing to go to save her/him/them? ❜
❛ I’d die for her/him/them. ❜
❛ You need to find yourself a girl/boy, mate. ❜
❛ Who are you? ❜
❛ No one. He’s no one. Distant cousin of my aunt’s nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice. Eunuch. ❜
❛ A wedding? I love weddings. Drinks all around! ❜
❛ I love this song. ❜
❛ You’ll be positively the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish Main. ❜
❛ You stole my boat! ❜
❛ I borrowed. Borrowed without permission, but with every intention of bringing it back. ❜
❛ It’s frightful bad luck to have a woman on board. ❜
❛ She/he/they go free. ❜
❛ You only got one shot. ❜
❛ We can’t die. ❜
❛ Don’t do anything stupid. ❜
❛ The crew are not to be harmed. ❜
❛ Curse you for breathin’, ya slack-jawed idiot. ❜
❛ You should know better than to wake a man when he’s sleepin’. It’s bad luck. ❜
❛ Savvy? ❜
❛ It’s not worth you getting beat again. ❜
❛ You didn’t beat me. ❜
❛ You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fair, I’d kill you. ❜
❛ That’s not much incentive for me to fight fair then, is it? ❜
❛ The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers. ❜
❛ You know nothing of hell. ❜
❛ How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn’t work? ❜
❛ I’m actually feeling rather good about this. ❜
❛ You could surrender. ❜
❛ I’m gonna teach you the meaning of pain. ❜
❛ You like pain? Try wearing a corset. ❜
❛ Wretch. ❜
❛ I couldn’t resist, mate. ❜
❛ That’s got to be the best pirate I’ve ever seen. ❜
❛ I cannot just step aside and let you escape. ❜
❛ This shot was not meant for you. ❜
❛ You’re pirates. ❜
❛ Hang the code, and hang the rules. They’re more like guidelines, anyway. ❜
❛ You lying bastard! ❜
❛ Don’t dare impugn me honor, boy/girl! ❜
❛ I always liked you. ❜
❛ It goes with your black heart. ❜
❛ I really rather hoped we were past all this. ❜
❛ Perhaps you’ll conjure up another miraculous escape, but I doubt it. ❜
❛ Do us a favor. I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try not to do anything… stupid. ❜
❛ Even a good decision if made for the wrong reasons can be a wrong decision. ❜
❛ Any man who falls behind, is left behind. ❜
❛ Take what you can! Give nothin’ back. ❜
❛ I hardly believe in ghost stories. ❜
❛ We are cursed men. ❜
❛ Will you be saving her/him then? ❜
❛ I can’t swim. ❜
❛ I’m watching over you. ❜
❛ I should have told you from the moment I met you. I love you. ❜
❛ Hang him. ❜
❛ Keep your guns on him, men. ❜
❛ How did you escape last time? ❜
❛ This man/woman/person saved my life. ❜
❛ One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness. ❜
❛ Come out… and we promise we won’t hurt you. ❜
❛ I invoke the right of parlay. ❜
❛ I can’t breathe. ❜
❛ You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before? ❜
❛ I had a dream about you last night. ❜
❛ You don’t want to be doing that, mate. ❜
❛ I’m curious. After killing me, what is it you’re planning on doing next? ❜
❛ Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death? ❜
❛ You forget your place. ❜
❛ So, this is where your heart truly lies? ❜
❛ I already feel like a fool. ❜
❛ I admire a person who’s willing to do whatever’s necessary. ❜
❛ You’re a smart man/woman/person, but I don’t entirely trust you. ❜
❛ I’m not sure I deserved that. ❜
❛ I may have deserved that. ❜
❛ You’re safe now. ❜
❛ You’re despicable. ❜
❛ I saved your life, you saved mine. We’re square. ❜
❛ I can get you out of here. ❜
❛ I’d need a lot more to drink. ❜
❛ It was a good plan.. up ‘till now. ❜
❛ Do not make the mistake in thinking you are the only man here who cares for NAME. ❜
❛ Is there a problem between us? ❜
❛ Every decision you’ve made has only brought us from bad to worse. ❜
❛ Easy on the goods, darling. ❜
❛ I’m not entirely sure that I’ve had enough rum to allow that kind of talk. ❜
❛ He’s still breathing. ❜
❛ Easy on the goods, darling. ❜

anonymous asked:

Would you mind writing Gabe and s/o's first date? Like how he asks them, how the date develops and how it ends. Thank you

“You look fine, Gabe.”

He straightened his tie, turning his body this way and that in the mirror.

“It’s a big day, Jackie.”
“What, asking out (Y/N)?”

Gabriel span on his heels, flashing his sparkling teeth at his best friend and commander, who was sitting atop the counter, legs slightly swaying.

“Did you really have to dress up for it?”

Gabe looked down, seeing the dark grey trousers, matching jacket, white shirt and black tie.

“Nobody can resist a man in a suit. Fact.”
“What if they say no?”

Gabriel faultered.

“Why would they say no?”
“Who knows. You’re too confident.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”

Jack sighed.

“Just don’t let it get to your head.”

Your brows furrowed at your holopad; Gabriel had requested you go to his office immediately.

You had been working under his command for the past few months as his admin assistant. On several occasions he had caught you looking at him out of the corner of your eye. To be fair, you couldn’t help it. His arms always seemed to be wanting to burst out of his sleeves and his thighs were were just so thick. Not to mention his dazzling smile and his natural flirtiness. Of course you were attracted to him - who wouldn’t be?

Your steps echoed down the empty hallway, your holopad and hardcopy files being carried in your arms. You managed to slip your right arm free, the weight being passed to your left. You rapped on the door.


You opened the door and stepped through, bumping the door closed with your hip.

“You wanted to see me?”

You moved forwards, placing the files on the edge of Gabriel’s desk. His was relaxed in his chair; elbows on the armrests and fingers clasped loosely in his lap, his right ankle resting on his left knee. He was waiting for you. Your cheeks heated when you saw the fitted charcoal suit he was in. The one he wore only for special occasions. Fuck.

“You’re not doing anything tonight, are you?”
“Er, not that I’m aware of.”
“Good. I’m taking you to dinner.”
“Reservations have been made at that little Italian place round the corner for 8pm. I’ve heard it’s your favorite.”

Your mouth was slightly agape, eyebrows raised. Gabriel Reyes had just asked you out to dinner.

“Wear something nice. You are dismissed.”
Your body moved automatically, picking up your holopad and darting out of the room. Your feet carried you down the hallway to your office, hurridly closing the door behind you. You leant against the door, the metal cooling your flushed skin.

What the hell just happened?

You hugged your leather jacket around your arms, the breeze making you shiver. Only ten more minutes of waiting for your boss outside of the restaurant. You’d rather be early than late. You still couldn’t get your head around how you ended up in this situation.

A hand on your shoulder brought you out of your daze.

“Not waiting for long, were you?”
“Not at all.”

Gabriel was still wearing that damned suit. You trained your eyes on his, trying not to let them roam over his toned body. He took your hand, a smirk on his lips and guided you into the restaurant.

Once you’d had a drink you began to relax a bit more. You had only ever known Gabriel professionally, and the bitter sweet taste of alcohol let you loosen up.

Dinner was fantastic as always, made even better by your attractive boss sitting opposite you. He enquired into your personal life, the drink making you slightly more loose lipped than usual. You told him your past, why you joined Overwatch and what your goals are. The restaurant seemed to become warmer, Gabriel’s eyes gazing intently and he was just listening to you, fascinated. A light dusting of pink spread across your cheeks when he offered to pay, sealed with a wink.

The cool night air was refreshing, you leaning on Gabriel’s arm for support. You were giggling like a schoolkid at his anecdotes of him and Jack in their earlier years. You really enjoyed his company. Before you knew it, he had walked you to your apartment building.

“This was lovely.” You smiled at him.

“It was. I’d love to do it again sometime.”

You tilted your head, the alcohol pushing your confidence levels.

“So.. What was this? Dinner between two friends? A date?”

His brows furrowed for a split monent.

“I was hoping it was a date.”

Your eyebrows raised, the corners of your lips turning up. You balanced on your toes to peck a kiss on his cheek.

“I was hoping it was too. Thank you for dinner.”

Now it was his turn to blush. He gently grabbed your face with both hands and leant down to place a soft kiss on your lips, making your eyes flutter shut. You felt so warm and fuzzy, a dream come true.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”

You nodded, agreeing. You didn’t trust your voice to say anything. His dark pools stared into yours as he reluctantly took his hands away, a pout on your lips.

“Go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Gabe chuckled.
“Goodnight, Gabriel.”
“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“So how’d it go?” Jack asked. He was standing in the doorway of his quarters, oppisite Gabriel’s.

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

Jack rolled his eyes.

“Idiot. You just did.”

Gabe shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face.

“I told you. It’s the suit.”

“Go to bed, Gabe.”

guardian angel // liam dunbar

Originally posted by transformationsx

request: Can I request a Liam Dunbar imagine where your his guardian angel and he falls for you? (by anon)


Liam’s eight.

He’s at the height of innocence and his days are filled with rambunctious laughter and having fun with his friends and he doesn’t have a care in the world.

It’s the 19th of June when he meets you.

His mother falls in love with you instantly and soon enough, Liam grows attached to you too.

He begins to spend more time lazing around in the sun, trying to make flower crowns and failing terribly each time, and you soon grow to love the outdoors - outside of your little front yard -  and Liam drags you along on little adventures every afternoon, exploring a little more each day.

You two become the best of friends, and life before you met each other is soon forgotten.

Liam’s thirteen.

He’s beginning to experience the confusing whirlwind of hormones and puberty and he just doesn’t know what to do.

He’s angry and exhausted and confused all the time and he’s a mess of frayed nerves and incomprehensible thoughts.

It’s during a P.E. lesson when he explodes.

A stupid boy is absolutely terrible when it comes to remotely anything physically exerting, and the basketball leaves his skinny, trembling hands and Liam is too busy watching you from across the hall and the bright orange rubber ball of fucking air slams into his nose at a surprising speed and he’s furious.

He doesn’t even know why he’s so enraged as his brain is thrown into a frenzy and his ears start ringing incessantly and all he can register is stalking over to the skinny bag of bones they called a boy and warm liquid is gushing from his nose and his fists clench and all he sees is red hot fury and then there’s a sickening crack.

Liam’s shaking and thrashing and fighting as foreign hands are pulling at his flailing limbs and then he hears your voice, soft and calming and soothing and your gentle hands find your way to his and he feels his heartbeat slowing.

You’re by his side when the doctor diagnoses him as having something called Intermittent Explosive Disorder.

It sounds disgusting and Liam doesn’t dare to look you in the eye because there’s something wrong with him and you’re too good for that.

The doctor prescribes him with a multitude of antidepressants and Liam resists the urge to scoff loudly, because those pills are useless - you were his medicine, and nobody but him would know that.

Liam’s sixteen.

He gets kicked out of Devenford and has to transfer to Beacon Hills and you transfer with him, because neither can stand the thought of being away from each other - the idea is preposterous.

Everything is going well - he’s one of the best players on the lacrosse team, his grades are great, he has you by his side - then he gets bitten.

He had been wanting to tell you for months now - how much he adored the way you laughed, how much he cared about you, how he loved you so fucking much.

And now Liam can’t even bring himself to look in your direction.

Your scent is overwhelming and the only thing he can focus on is you and your voice and oh, god, he wants you so bad.

But now he was a werewolf, and anything could send him off the edge and he tries to control himself - he tries so damn hard - because if he ever hurt you, he would never be able to live with himself because it was you.

It’s the night of the scrimmage between Devenford and Beacon Hills and Liam is panicking because one slip-up and everyone would know what he was and you would leave him instantly because he was an even bigger monster than before and who could blame you for wanting to get the hell away from him?

Liam’s been waiting the whole day to kick Brett’s smug ass, but then he sees Brett wink at you and he almost loses it because you’re his and how dare he?

You’ve been on the edge of your seat the entire evening, eyeing Liam worriedly, because he’s been so on edge and tense recently that you can’t help but worry.

Liam begins to shake and tremble and you can see his jaw clench and you’re out of your seat in two seconds.

Your hands are cupping his face and you let Liam clutch your arms painfully and he’s staring into your eyes and you’re lost in a stormy sea of blue and with a whispered ‘I believe in you’, you gently push Liam in the direction of the field, and with a reassuring smile, he’s off.

Your fists are clenched so tightly throughout the scrimmage that the pain from the bruises Liam left on your arms seems like a dull, nagging ache at the back of your mind.

Beacon Hills wins.

You’re ecstatic as you rush down to the benches and Liam is speeding toward with a gorgeous smile on his beautiful face and he scoops you up in his taut arms and his lips are on yours and it might just be a scrimmage but he doesn’t care, and suddenly, nothing else matters.

There’re no fireworks or flying sparks or explosions but instead there’s a delightful, welcoming warmth as your lips meet his and your body fits perfectly in his and it’s pure heaven.

Both of you pull apart, grinning and regretting absolutely nothing, and in that moment, Liam feels invincible, because he’s in love.

The two of you spend the night in Liam’s room, bodies moulded together, all the secrets spilled because Liam can’t lie to you.

Liam lays there, you in his arms, and everything feels right, for once in a long, long, time.

You’re his guardian angel, and he may be a monster, but you were his, and he was yours, and that was all that really mattered.

a/n: oh shit got carried away :’-) oh well

- roxanna

  • Shido: So…nobody knows.
  • Director: Maybe it was…
  • Shido: SHUT UP!
  • *Director is hit with a box*
  • Shido: Somebody in here, AIN’T a real man. YOU! *Points to Akechi and Sae trying to walk out* We’re on a baby hunt, and don’t think we don’t know how to weed ‘em out! NOW EVERYBODY LINE UP!
  • *Conspiracy and Government members are forced into line*
  • Shido: DJ! Time for the test.
  • *The bossy AD plays the Goofy Goober theme song*
  • Shido: No baby can resist singing along to this!
  • Akechi: *whispering* Sae-san…it’s the Goofy Goober theme song…
  • Sae: *whispering back* I know…
  • *Shido walks along the line of Conspiracy members, intimidates the Principal, and then hears the Yazuka cleaner cough*
  • Yazuka: No, no! I only coughed, I swear!
  • Shido: *Does the 'I’m watching you gesture at the Yazuka’ then continues walking* DJ! Turn it up LOUDER!
  • Yazuka: Whew…!
  • *Bossy AD turns up the volume*
  • Sae: *struggling* Don’t sing along, Akechi-kun…!
  • Akechi: *also struggling* I’m…trying…Trying…so…hard~!
  • Shido: *stops near their positions* I’m a goofy goober, yeah, you’re a goofy goober, yeah, we’re all goofy goobers, yeah…
  • *Akechi and Sae struggle not to sing and their mouths are forced open-!*
  • Beefy and Scruffy Romantic: GOOFY GOOFY GOOBER GOOBER’S YEAH!
  • *disc scratch, music stops*
  • Shido: Heheh, well, well, well… *heads over to the stereotypes* WHICH ONE OF YOU BABIES WAS IT?!
  • Beefy and Scruffy Romantic: *attempt to accuse each other* It was him! Uh…he did it! I’ve never eaten at GOOFY GOOFY GOOBER GOOBER’S YEAH!!! *Cover each other’s mouth with a 'oh crap’ expression.
  • Shido: Well…looks like we got ourselves a DOUBLE BABY!
  • *Everyone All-Out Attacks the Romantics expect for Akechi and Sae*
  • Sae: Man, that was a close call…
  • Akechi: That’s what I thought~
  • Sae: Lucky-shhshh…
  • *Akechi and Sae escape*

It really boggles me that people call vegans crazy and radical because of how enthusiastic we get.

Like, we have the answer in our hands to so many problems that humanity faces;
We can fix climate change, world hunger, population health, systematic animal cruelty, a large proportion of corruption in both the west and the east, antibiotic resistance, etc.

And we can’t do it purely because the rest of the population doesn’t *want* to.
It’s kind of like trying to coax a dog away from a cliff top when there are treats on the edge, there is no true way to communicate the message because nobody wants to hear it, no matter how desperately dangerous the situation is for everyone involved.

Like if you destroy this planet, you’re taking us with you, we’re most definitely not the ones forcing our choices on you, we’re just trying not to bear the brunt of yours.

My message box is open for anyone wanting to transition and needing help doing so, or if anyone just wants to know about what good they can do by switching, just give me a shout! ✌️🌱

hogwarts!au haechan where he’s the best seeker that slytherin has had in at least two or three decades and he definitely lets this get to his head ,,,,,, but he lives for playing quidditch and the wind whistling against his ears and dragging through his hair as he flies around?? he’s having the time of his life up there

hogwarts!au haechan where he’s a pureblood slythern hopelessly pining after you ,, a half-blood ravenclaw ,,, and there’s still an anti-muggle stigma in slytherin so all he can do is stare at you from a distance and resist the urge to snatch your wrist and pull you into an abandoned corridor and kiss you

hogwarts!au haechan where his professors are literally terrified of him because he’s ,, like ,, the human embodiment of ~both~ weasley twins ,,,,, and it doesn’t help much that peeves is always provoking him ,,,, like that time the black lake was turned bubblegum pink and nobody could figure out how?? or that time that all of the torches in the school disappeared?? yeah lmao that was haechan!!

hogwarts!au haechan where ,, yeah ,, he’s a slytherin ,,, but the sorting hat also mentioned that he could just as easily be put into hufflepuff ,,,,,,, and this is a fact that only his best friend mark lee knows

hogwarts!au haechan where you’re in his defense against the dark arts class and you get partnered up ,,, with his best friend mark ,,,, and he relentlessly pouts about it as first but then finds a loophole and just decides to tag along whenever you and mark got together to work on the project

hogwarts!au haechan where he mindlessly levitates his pencil up and down ,,, and he doesn’t notice that mark has left ,,, and now it’s just you and him in the library alone ,,,, and you sigh and look over at him and can’t help but laugh ,,,,,,, he’s leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the table ,, and he’s absolutely enthralled by that levitating pencil ,,, and he hears you laugh and this immediately drags him out of his daydreams and he ends up losing his balance and falling backwards

hogwarts!au haechan where you accompany him to the infirmary and learn that he literally sprained his wrist by just ,,,,,,, falling ,,,,,,, and he makes the joke “guess i fell for you pretty hard huh” ,,,,, and cue his cute eye smile and a laugh but you’re blushing because??? was that a joke???? was he being??? really?? was it just the pain medicine speaking for him???

hogwarts au!haechan where he asks you to “kiss me better” ,,,,,, and you’re totally surprised by this suddenly brash kid who was ignoring you to play with a pencil earlier ,,,,, but you decide that yes ,, it’s the pain medicine ,, and you lean in to kiss him on the cheek but he turns his head at the last second and you end up kissing the corner of his lips instead

One of my fics I managed to save from Imzy for the prompt Recover. Tony mourns JARVIS during and after the events of AoU. 

Word Count: ~1900
Warnings: None? Sadness, I guess. 

The sun is a sliver on the horizon when Steve jogs down the steps of the Bartons’ farmhouse. 

Laura had mentioned they might need more firewood and since she’s taking their, and now Fury’s, descent upon her home in complete stride, Steve didn’t need to be told twice. There’s a different kind of cacophony outdoors, one that fades to the background more quickly, but it’s kind of terrifying in its serenity. After all, what did the planet care about Ultron or his plans for stolen vibranium? 

Weak, dusty light playfully limns the Quinjet and the trees alike as Steve makes his way to the barn. It fades like a kiss by the time he reaches the wooden door, which is supposed to be locked, but stands open just enough to offer a glimpse of a figure sitting alone in the dark, illuminated only by the artificial and decidedly unplayful light of a smartphone.

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Satan and Me, Natan. T, All of the Feels™

Summary: She loves him, and he’s gone and got her dead.. Natan. 1600 words.

(the last update fucked me up and i need them to be okay)

He’s failed her.

She told him she loved him – loved him, how long has it been since someone loved him – and now she’s dead, all because of him. Dead and in Hell, and there’s nothing, no one, who can bring her back.

“I’m sorry, kid,” he says, over and over. She deserves better than this, better than him, god, she’s just a girl…

Then Death shows up, and strikes a bargain.

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Kyungsoo being gay cute -because that anon asked for it!-

we all have seen this

how he rest his head in jongin’s shoulder

how he seems to be


a little puppy

the maknae like kyungoo hyung so much

So gay… errr… CUTE, even with the couple rings *3*


helping pretty Luge

hugged by Luge


xingxing the real namja strikes again





man!! they are not girls! just in case you didn’t know! you are so gay!! i mean… cute!!

he knows they aren’t girls…

he knows

nobody can resist Do Kyungsoo


well Donghae did it!! he resisted!

but… the squishy is too much

it’s an overdose♪ -of squishyness(?)-

favorite hyung forevahh


Kyungsoo is THE CUTEST OF CUTEST!! SOrry u_U everybody loves him! <3


imagine :: Newt & Hagrid & Charlie meeting up

Request: What if Newt, Hagrid and Charlie just banded together and share notes and tips about their magical creatures?

Notes: I actually really couldn’t stop smiling the entire time writing this. :))) 

Originally posted by pixeloutput

  • They have a name for their little “study group”. Newt would want it to be something practical like “Society for the Study and Preservation of Magical Creatures” but Hagrid and Charlie would want something like “S.C.A.B.B.” (Social Club for Awesome Bleedin’ Beasts). So SCABB it would be.
  • Charlie getting a kick out of calling them all scabs.
  • They meet at the Three Broomsticks when Charlie and Newt are back in England, and it’s easy for Hagrid as it’s so close to Hogwarts.
  • Hagrid adding his own commentary to Newt and Charlie’s travel stories making them burst out laughing constantly.
  • Charlie rolling his eyes at how cuddly and sappy Newt and Hagrid tend to get with their creatures. 
  • Charlie trying to persuade Hagrid to put certain creatures into Hogwarts classes and Hagrid refusing due to the curriculum (and it’s against the rules to allow any creature above an XXX rating to school).
  • “Ohhh now you’re suddenly a rule follower?”

Originally posted by undergroundmindpalace

  • Hagrid asking Newt for advice on constructing habitats for the creatures at Hogwarts.
  • They’re really into dragons. Like really
  • They’ve all worked with fairly different dragon breeds so collectively together they have a very extensive knowledge.
  • They sometimes get into heated debates about which dragon is the most challenging to work with, but they always end up concluding that they are all equally awesome.
  • Newt letting Charlie and Hagrid into his case!
  • Charlie and Hagrid kind of losing their minds at how wonderful Newt’s creatures are and immediately trying to make friends with them. 

Originally posted by nonmugglegal

  • Charlie and Hagrid basically wanting to never leave Newt’s case but Newt kicking them out when it’s “nap time” for his “children.”
  • Charlie and Hagrid picking up any homeless or hurt creature they come across and then giving it to Newt so it can live in his case. “I can’t keep it with my job. I’m out with dragons from dawn ‘till dusk.” “Dumbledore’ll have my ‘ead if I bring another thing into the castle!”
  • Newt always relenting because he can’t resist. “Look at them cute ‘lil eyes, Newt! How can you say no?”
  • All of them comparing burn marks and scars and telling the stories behind them. “Never thought a puffskein could do that, did’ya?”
  • They end each meeting with a toast to all the fantastic beasts of the world.
  • They keep in contact with each other regularly through letters and postcards that magically end up finding them wherever they are in the world.
  • All of them knowing that no matter where they go they always have friends who understand their passion, even if nobody else does. 

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

like……….. i did my thesis on how tumblr is an effective entrypoint into ethnic studies and critical thinking in general but like, part of that was the recognition that tumblr #discourse is so different from academic or irl activist discourse like. my professor specifically talks about the danger of constructing ourselves, or anything (and we’re talking about decolonizing movements right now, so she very much means Anything) as “Politically Pure,” and certainly i use “complex personhood” a lot, which is the Actual Academic Term for “Hello Yes Its OK To Like And Feel Things that are quote-unquote ‘P r o b l e m a t i c’ because otherwise how do you Live and Survive.” for marginalized peoples, enjoying life is an act of resistance. accusing someone of being “problematic” (i understand the use of that word but i critiqued it in my thesis and it.,.,.., bothers me so much now lmao) necessarily reflects on how YOU perceive this person (and by extension yourself) as being otherwise Politically Pure. which nobody is!!! chill!!! there are so many small things that people need in their life to make them happy and as whole as one can be in a culture which otherwise deliberately intends to strip you of happiness and wholeness like

idk, chill

i just… i see some wank going around and it honestly just slides off because i am so happy and smiley and literally nobody can touch me rn…. both carol and daryl healed so much from being around each other for even just a small amount of time, she laughed…smiled beatifically as he ate and you could seeee his attitude change to a less erratic one on his second conversation with morgan. 

this otp has been so frustrating but it is on episodes like tonight’s where i just realize how completely futile resistance is. carol loves daryl, daryl loves carol, and i am forever going to be a sucker for that no matter how terribly this show abuses me. 

anonymous asked:

Okay but can we talk how well Haggar and Keith's dad scored? Not some random ass galra soldiers, no sir! Haggar got emperor and Keith's dad hit off with member of resistance so subtle that not even Druids found them in centuries. Not just galra fuckers, galra fuckers with high standards ( also imagine if Haggar is like. a meme among galras, like everybody calls her behind back empress and some write XXX rated realfics about her and Zarkon but nobody believes it and then Lotor walks in)

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

YOU BET YOUR ASS PEOPLE SHIP ZARGAR IN-UNIVERSE! And yes, she nailed the fucking emperor, the biggest Galra dick there is, she is a literal legend among them. Keith’s dad scored on the opposite end, he deserves to be acknowledged later on as well. Honestly they aren’t just Galra fuckers, the are the Galra fuckers.

Unless we see otherwise onscreen, my brain is telling me is that when Lotor shows his face people will look at him for like 5 seconds, look back at Haggar for like 5 seconds, and then back at Lotor again. Some will even go “I knew it!” since the Zargar ship has been a mere speculation for centuries now. Lotor is that fanfic baby they all fought over what he would look and act like, and those who imagined him as taking after Haggar will be smug about it. 

and half empire is just open jaw TM while other halfis “give me that ten bucks”.

Sorry just saw this, and yes, totally. Those ten bucks have been piling up for years now so the non-believers are in a serious debt. 

anonymous asked:

As an INFJ, I feel that friends take me for granted and put less effort into our friendship than they do with other friends. I often feel like a second-class friend. For example, some of my friends don't even bother replying to my messages when I ask to hang out. I know that it's important to be open about our needs and lower our expectations, but how low can they really get? Is there something about us that makes people feel like they don't need to make an effort? How can we avoid this?

Is there something about us that makes people feel like they don’t need to make an effort?” This question carries an undercurrent of blame. Perhaps you can lay the blame on your type for being “flawed” or perhaps you can lay the blame on others for neglecting you. What are the possible answers? “No, there is nothing wrong with your type, your friends are the baddies for neglecting you” or “Yes, your type makes people neglect you.” Either way, the unspoken assumption is that other people are in the wrong by “not making an effort” and neglecting you; you give the appearance of wanting to figure out the truth of the matter but your question is already loaded with your conclusion. “I know that it’s important to be open about our needs and lower our expectations, but how low can they really get?” Here, you give the illusion of wanting to take personal responsibility by claiming that you already know the answer but then deflect by implying that you have already sacrificed too much and that the real blame lies with them for not recognizing your sacrifice. Lots of self-pity here. Nobody can make you feel anything. Your feelings and emotions come out of your own thinking/judgments, they belong to you, so own them. Can you admit exactly how you feel, with the utmost vulnerability and honesty, without analyzing, resisting, repressing, defending, deflecting, blaming, criticizing, guilt, or shame? If you cannot be authentic in respecting your feelings, how can you take responsibility for them?

Reflect on your standards of being a “good” friend. It is perhaps your “standard of etiquette” to always reply to messages but it is unfair to expect that everyone in the world should uphold the same standard. Evaluate your expectations of people to ensure that they are realistic, reasonable, and fair. Your expectations have nothing to do with the other person, they are about you and what makes you feel secure in a relationship. Do you require too much attention, reassurance, or affirmation from people? Something to reflect on because people can smell desperation. Different people approach relationships differently and, if that bothers you, then only seek out people who have the same standards as you, which will leave you with a very small pool to choose from. The better strategy would be to learn how to adapt to different kinds of people by actually taking time to understand them rather than assuming the worst of them just because you’re unhappy. Everyone has their shortcomings, ignorance, and lack of skill or ability. Are you going to demand things from people that they are incapable of or are you going to show some compassion and adjust to reality accordingly? People are imperfect and you can pick apart their flaws or blame them for failing but that will get you nowhere good. Every relationship must have a baseline of mutual respect and reciprocity, so if your friends are in fact not “good” friends to you, then you should find better friends, however…

Give people the benefit of the doubt, don’t make assumptions, don’t make up stories to explain why people are “bad” and then cherry-pick “proof” to justify your harsh judgments. Are you saying that your friends read your message and thought, “I’m going to ignore her because I classify her as a second-class friend”? Are you being presumptuous in claiming that you know how they think or make decisions? Just because you “feel” something is true, doesn’t make it true. Where’s the actual proof? Don’t commit the fundamental attribution error by assuming that their “not responding” automatically equals “intentional neglect” and moral failing. If you really wanted the truth, you would ask them directly, “Do you like hanging out with me?” If the answer is “no”, you will have your proof, and then you can make decisions based on facts rather than assumptions. Perhaps they don’t respect you, perhaps they do, I have no way of knowing but you could know if you really wanted to know as opposed to just hurling blame because it makes you feel powerful to claim a false sense of moral superiority.

Did you actually communicate well? Sometimes adding a simple “please reply so that I know you received the message” is enough to prompt a response. Be creative, there are many little communication strategies that can make all the difference. Can you say that you tried enough different strategies before jumping to the conclusion you did? Your point about lowering expectations is a gross oversimplification. Simply lowering expectations when your goals are thwarted is not healthy and leads to denial and unhappiness. When Ti looping, INFJs believe that they understand people but in fact they make assumptions that stem from their own fears and insecurities, such as fear of rejection, of being disliked, of feeling imperfect. If you feel bad about something, admit it honestly and talk to that person about it to maturely negotiate a compromise. If you need something, say it. If you need more care, request it. Let them know exactly what you want and ask them whether they would be willing to comply or whether you can meet in the middle. If you can’t admit and stand up for your emotional needs even to yourself, you can’t expect others to care about them either. Give people the freedom to choose by informing them first. If they flatly refuse, then you can decide whether this person is worth your time, but not before that. Never ever assume that someone will “just know” what to do or what it is you want, otherwise your only friend will be self-inflicted disappointment.

bechloe fic rec masterpost

as promised, here is a more detailed masterpost of my bechloe fic recs! some of these are nsfw so make sure to check the rating. this isn’t by any means complete (or in any specific order), so I’ll be adding more every now and then but for now:

and basically you should just read literally everything by these users:

these are of course just my personal favorites, so please feel free to give me fic recs of your own:)

anonymous asked:

So I always see a lot of headcanons in the Tomco fanbase where Tom hoards all the blankets in Marco's house during winter, can you write some Tomco fluff for that?

Awwwwwwwwww! Of course I can write a cute thing like that! It was so adorable how could I resist? I love little Tom and Marco bundled up cuddling together! They are so cute!

Marco stared at the pile of blankets in the middle of his living rom very confused. There was nobody around, but a mound of every single blanket in his house. Marco leaned forward and picked up one of the blankets, only to gasp when he saw Tom underneath it. He smiled when Tom reached his arm out and pulled it back over himself. Marco took it back off.

“Hey there Tommy.” Marco grinned. “You cold?” He asked. Tom nodded and pulled the blanket over him yet again.

“Yes, I hate winter.” Tom grumbled. Marco giggled and moved the blankets aside so that he could crawl under the blankets next to the demon, hugging him close. Tom purred at Marco’s warmth and snuggled closer.

“You took all of my blankets.” Marco teased, bopping Tom’s nose. Tom giggled and nodded.

“I did, I was cold.” Tom complained. Marco smiled and pulled the blankets around the two of them tightly. They snuggled up together and Marco sighed with content. Tom always felt so warm and nice to hold. Tom buried his face in Marco’s hair and took in the familiar scent. It always made him feel at home.

The two stayed bundled up to fend off the cold and Marco took his phone out. He put on a scary movie and the two cuddled close, watching the small screen in their little cocoon. Tom grinned when Marco leaned his head on his shoulder. Marco looked up at Tom’s cute face and smiled when Tom jumped at the scary scene.

“You scared?” Marco asked. Tom blushed.

“N-no! These movies are so dumb, and not scary at all!” Tom insisted. His point was disproved when another jump-scare came up and Tom jumped, burying his face in Marco’s shoulder.

“Oh Tommy.” Marco gushed, rubbing his back. “We can turn it off if you want.” Marco offered, knowing his words would tease and annoy Tom.

“I’m not scared.” Tom mumbled. Marco kissed Tom’s nose, which still felt cold from the winter air.

“I know, you’re a strong brave demon.” Marco giggled. Tom smiled proudly and looked back down at the screen. He jumped a bit and tried not to let the fear show. Marco smiled at him. “You sure?” He asked.

“I-I’m sure… but if you want to turn it off we can.” Tom mumbled, not looking at the screen. He had his face buried in Marco’s hoodie.

“Okay, let’s turn it off for MY sake.” Marco giggled. Marco turned the movie off and just went back to cuddling the demon. “Aww my poor little Tommy! Were you scared? You know I can protect you from anything right? I’d never let one of those scary things hurt you.” Marco gushed.

“Marco! Cut it out.” Tom grumbled. Marco frowned and gave Tom a big kiss.

“Aww, my poor baby. I’ll keep you safe.” Marco promised. Tom blushed deeply and gently shoved Marco away.

“I don’t need that.” He lied.

“Okay then, I’ll leave you alone.” Marco grinned mischievously and Tom jumped.

“No!” He cried. Marco smiled when Tom rushed into his arms. He smiled and petted the demon’s head. “I-I mean… you can stay if you want but uh… I’d prefer it if you were here.” Tom mumbled. Marco kissed him and held him tightly.

“You know I’m not going anywhere.” Marco giggled. Tom smiled and the two huddled closer in the big mound of blankets. Their moment was interrupted when light shone through and they saw Star and Janna had pulled the blanket away and were looking down at the boys.

“I want in!” Star yelled, and crawled into the jumble of love. Janna shrugged and crawled under the blanket and snuggled next to her girlfriend. Tom and Marco smiled at each other, as they were separate by their lovably annoying friends. But they loved it. They snuggled all together like a big pile of hamsters and pulled the blankets close. Happy.

Tick, tock.
The sound of the clock in the manor,
The sound of a bomb
These days, what’s the difference?
Sure, each sound is different,
Yet the connotations feel the same.
I am called to each like a moth to a flame,
Both inviting,
Both dangerous,
Both my reason for fame,
Both my reason for shame.

Tick, tock.
Time, these days, has no meaning.
Every minute, an hour.
Every hour is fleeting.
Every day, I wonder if we shall ever meet
Again I am struck with that unforgiving sorrow.
That unforgiving dread,
As if I am the one who is dead.
As if my own mind and soul are fleeting.

Tick, tock.
The sound of the clock in the manor,
The sound of a bomb.
How could I resist.
You were my closest
Friend, I regret that day.
We could have been more than that.
I suppose there is one hopeful fact,
Though everyone dies,
Nobody stays dead, not in this city’s eyes.
Under her gaze, time can be unwound.
Regret, forgiveness, desire can be found.

—  riddle me this riddle me that look out girls the bitch is back (aka I saw That Tweet and pranced for an hour and then finally started writing)

How to get *Hormones* HRT

This small article (goes to people over 18) will be about how to take care yourself and do what you want, in transition. Not letting government Regulations and doctors opions slowing down your transition.
So if you are an MtF or TS or …. if this has helped you , or if you know somebody for whom this could be if help. - Please share it.
Giving a few informations about me and my knowledge going to the important points. You can skip and read it after ;-)

1. All the informations around , i am a german student who always was curious about ladyboys or shemales. A little pervert, i am sorry, but that is who i am. With 15 i started to figure out where to find some for me, i not only wanted sex , but my experiences taught me that having a bio girl is not working for me.
I travelled to Thailand and you can believe me or not but i luckily found a ladyboy who really loves me and still does it today (5 years later) i was really lucky because that’s not often the case, the LBs are not easy to get , specially for long term relationship, i made some as i call them “personal Studies” meeting some LBs (keeping it secret to my LB gf) and there where some difficulties.
My girlfriend is 11 years older, i think that played in my Hands, we saw each other every year for the whole summer holiday 4-6weeks and stayed together 24/7. I can tell you both extrems distance and 24/7 is a heart test for a relationship. No she became older and our sex-life somehow broke up, now we are having a sexual-open-realationship . We skype called all the time at least every second day.
You can’t imagine what expertise about Thailand and it’s ladyboys i got. I learned well , life and school thought me a lot, so knowing that knowledge only from one source has better to be verified by another source.
Making some new thai friends and eating thousands of times with all her friends or all my other thai friends friends adding all information i research from the Internet, i got a good knowledge about everything what was in my interest.
I believe i am a really smart person (but laziness keeps me away from success).
So i always was good in biology and chemistry toke an extra course in both subjects at my school. Some of my hobbies is to read Wikipedia, you can really learn alot from that. And i am politically interested and stand for freedom (personal+economical) and for self-responibilty (eigenverantwortlich).
I believe everyone is the maker of his one luck and nobody should interfer here. Meaning it somebody wants to kill himself go for it , eating unhealthy it is your decision and so on. Freedom ends where anothers person freedom begins. So I would never say steal from somebody etc. This also is right for medicin for example Antibiotics wrongly used produce resistant bacteria and they harm others and there freedom. Taking hormones or paracetamol can only harm yourself (if you do it wrong) so you can do with your body what you want. I don’t know how it works in other countries but here in germany “the government” makes the assumption, “ok we know better what is good for you so you can’t ……. can …. must….” I am her to tell you that this is wrong , Only YOU know what is best for you, and if you want to ride a bike, do it , if you want to be a slut, that’s ok ,drink a beer, your way.
So if you decided for yourself , I want to be a girl , I want to take HRT even if i am not trans I just want to try ,or you want to be a Tgirl.
It’s your choice no drug regulations or family members doctors whatever should stop you. But it’s there right to share their opinion. Just not let anyone suppress you.

2. Know the real hormone Part; the standard hormone treatment is; a testosterone blocker and a estrogen supplements mostly individual dosage, in most countries these wonderful (the best hrt you can get) drugs , are expensive , only accessible through a description and often involve a hard psychological test if you are really trans.
I am a normal guy, I was confused about my identity for some months in the end I decided to stay as a guy. But in my process I wanted to know what it feels to be a girl , one of the experiments was taking hormones for one and a half month. I dosaged it between normal and strong. Never any doctor has got to know it BUT I informed myself knowing as much as I could about hormones and body systems in general (wiki) so I knew all possible side effects , I knew what to look for and what to observe. You should do that too.

Btw the effects are amazing the worked good on my I think I got a little boobies and the real effects where in my brain being a rational calm person was over I was fluted with emotions, and the where changing so fast, and to tell the truth, math was harder for me at that time , in general focusing long on unemotional things was nearly impossible my feelings went really crazy, and I got a bit more into guys that time.

I can tell you not knowing it not understanding it you won’t die. I can tell you that 70 % of the ladyboys in Thailand who take hormones, do it on there on way, it’s a normal thing , the hear from there friends what to do how to do , and sure some might die 10 years even 30 years earlier.
But all people here know : what is 10 years more if all the rest is in the wrong body (or hiding sexuality or ….) so if you are under or 20 know the question is being a happy girl for 40 years or living your closet life for 55 years.
But keep in mind you can inform yourself and with your own knowledge you reduce the risk of anything.

3. Hormones how?
you won’t get the the real HRT as described under 2. But there are some easy equivalents that work just as fine or even better because nobody is making is making you worried. My gf told me a story the she and hear friend wanted to be ladys so much and fast that they just toke more and more and more. One day the became so weak the couldn’t walk, laid in bed, and both just couldn’t hold there pee because of the weakness the overdose has oroduced (funny story) . But in the end they take the normal dosage and everything was fine. So you can try out anything and what all ladyboys in Thailand do I have heard from they try one product, if the are hapoy with it keep it, or changing to the next , they’re always looking what there body talks to them. And there are differences.

4. finally the trick about getting hormones.
The estrogen is easily find in the anti baby pill (not the aftersex emergency pill)
And they are quite easy to get.
But there are differences in each pill , some includes more/less of that or that. So depending on the easiness of getting them you should try as much as possible and find the best product for you.
The maybe strongest / best to see the fastest changes might be the “ DIANE 35” because it includes much estrogen but also progesterone which works like an testosterone “blocker” one ladyboy told me that taking that she got woman’s fat (on womanly places) but was sleeping or eating doing nothing else.
You can also work with the dosage one tablet a day 2 a day 3 a day (maximum) or half a day or every second day. Inform yourself too, you will learn much. For ex. Letting the hormones fluctuate is not good.

So how to get your pills . If you are lucky living in Thailand or a “free” country you just go to the pharmacies and buy them if the ask “it is for my sister”
I some countries it is harder. Than there are manly to ways: one you travel to the next “free” country, buy them taking them home. Or the way around is having a friend (girl) or sister , mother or somenone which is supportive , can get the prescription and you get the pills , this is how the way how I got my ones. I still have enough for a month so message me if you are a ts in germany.
That was all I have to share pleace follow and share .
Questions ? Message me robibac

anonymous asked:

Hey, I've been having trouble finding my type, so I want to ask for your advice. I think I'm an Ni-dom, but I can't tell my middle functions. I was abused, which probably had a negative effect on my functions. I think I might be an INTJ because I'm focused on efficiency and have a need to accomplish things, even at the cost of others' feelings, or else I start feeling empty (Te). I also spend most of my time alone, and don't have an interest in forming relationships, or feel lonely much (1/6).

  • I’m focused on efficiency and have a need to accomplish things, even at the cost of others’ feelings, or else I start feeling empty (Te). [needing to aggressively accomplish things and feeling empty if you don’t can be attributed to Ni-Se imbalance, so not necessarily Te, if it is Te, it’s a negative/compensatory manifestation of it which is not entirely consistent with auxiliary positioning]
  • I also spend most of my time alone, and don’t have an interest in forming relationships, or feel lonely much [have to know the real reason why, whether it is a natural state or an unconsciously self-protective state, i.e., if you are deep in a loop and have convinced yourself that you don’t need people in order to stay in a safe bubble]
  • When I was younger, that was mixed with the belief that other people weren’t worth my time (Ni-Fi). I’ve been trying to build relationships lately, but I’ve been told I act cold and as if I don’t like the other person. [unhealthy Ni colored expectations and inferior Se in terms of not understanding how to actualize your self well in situations]
  • I also base my self-esteem on being competent, and feel useless if I’m not. I often reject the external world or other people’s standards, but at the same time, I want approval and to be seen as intelligent and competent (Te-Fi). [Nobody likes to feel incompetent, so that is not in itself enough to indicate Te. Rejecting “external standards” can be true of both types when they resist Fe or Te development, so it is good evidence of looping but which loop is not clear. WHY do you want approval or to be seen as intelligent? If you can’t explain exactly why, you can’t link it to the right function. “Uselessness” is actually more of a symptom of Ni-Se insecurity whereas “helplessness” would be more linked to Te-Fi insecurity.]
  • I have a hard time understanding social rules and often get told I’m not behaving properly, which might point to a lack of Fe. [Along with other details you’ve given, it could also point to heavily undervaluing or resisting Fe and therefore haven’t picked up that knowledge due to chronic looping. If you are Ti looping, you would unconsciously avoid understanding social rules and connecting with other people because these things would push you to change, they’d push you to leave your comfort zone.]
  • I also dislike conforming to outside standards, because it feels like a betrayal to who I am (Fi). [this can be true of looping introverts in general]
  • I used to have a problem with overgeneralizing principles and not caring about individuality, but I’ve started trying to think more carefully about my beliefs rather than blindly applying my principles (Te-Fi). [Overgeneralizing is common to both TJs and FJs when Te or Fe is applied too “universally” as would be the case when it is unhealthy. When paired with unhealthy dom Ni, both Te or Fe aux can take on a very absolutist tone. Slight contradiction/confusion here where you say you don’t care much about “individuality” yet seem to be very protective of only your own yet later you say you don’t care enough for your own needs -> better evidence of Fe-Ti than Te-Fi]
  • I’ve been told I act more like an unhealthy ESFP at my worst. [need more detail to ensure it is the correct interpretation]
  • I’m very private, and I used to hate feelings before and thought they were stupid, could never understand others’ feelings, and was detached from my own. Even now, I struggle with understanding them, but I’m trying to improve (Te-Fi?). [likely to be a result of abuse and poor emotional development that inhibits empathy and self-empathy, perhaps not really due to personality, abuse usually stunts F function development specifically]
  • As for being an INFJ, I’m sensitive to what other people say and think, and a part of me wishes to change myself to become more “acceptable” to others (Fe). I try to stop that when I notice I’m doing it, though, and think about what they said and decide for myself (Ti?). [evidence of Fe struggle]
  • I also have unrealistic relationship standards, and get annoyed when people fail to live up to them (Ni-Fe). [common to both types, unhealthy Ni but not necessarily Fe]
  • I’m also interested in understanding people and what motivates them (Fe), though more in a detached, impersonal way. [dom Ni, perhaps Ti related analysis]
  • A part of the reason I don’t seek relationships is also because I’m afraid I could be hurt, so I’d rather reject others before they have a chance to reject me (unhealthy Fe-Ti?). [evidence of suppressed Fe and Ti looping]
  • I also focus on others (my family, specifically) more than myself, and I have a hard time caring and valuing my needs because it feels selfish (Fe). [evidence of unhealthy Fe, evidence of a low/underdeveloped introverted judging function]
  • As for Ti, a lot of my detachment and focus on competence could stem from a Ni-Ti loop, rather than Te-Fi. [yes, so you’ll have to be as honest as you can with yourself about that, whether you want competence truly for its own sake or rather to compensate for some other underlying problem/issue]
  • At the same time, though, if I have Ti, I don’t think it’s underdeveloped because I can critically evaluate things easily, [critically evaluating things is a SKILL that can be learned through study or experience, not in itself sufficient evidence for developed Ti, so it is unclear whether you deeply understand/experience Ti or not]
  • and while I do have a desire to conform for approval, it doesn’t affect me much, and I maintain my beliefs regardless of how others feel about them. [common for looping introverts]

These are very useful details but still somewhat inconclusive. You have a decent grasp of function theory which is good (thanks for doing your homework!), however, the area you seem to fall short in is self-knowledge. You seem too cut off from your emotional life, which means that there is a rather large and glaring component of yourself that you don’t fully understand, that you don’t have full conscious access to. It seems like you are too self-protective (probably looping) and cannot fully acknowledge all of your emotional needs and this makes it difficult for you to know for certain what it is you really need/want in life and how best to realize your potential, i.e., would your best self come through better with Fe-Ti or Te-Fi development? You can adequately describe some negative aspects of your personality which is a great start, however, what would you be if you were genuinely fulfilled and being fully your true self (as opposed to only acting for self-protection or to compensate for some vague void/lack within)?

Based on the details you’ve selected, there seems to be more subtle reference to Fe-Ti issues (struggling with low self-worth and trying to compensate) than Te-Fi issues (struggling with feelings of powerlessness or helplessness), so gun to my head, I would lean slightly towards INFJ just based on the evidence you’ve provided. A running theme in your description is wanting to “be yourself” but not because you truly value your own individuality as Fi types do. Instead, you are fixated on resisting the need to “conform” which, counter-intuitively, actually means that you define yourself by external standards and don’t realize it, otherwise you’d know yourself better. You can’t truly know yourself well when your “self” is merely defined by what you are trying “not” to be, by the “negation” of something external, i.e., there is no positive/substantive definition of the self to be found in your description and this issue tends to be more indicative of some Fe related developmental pitfall. You seem to be at a low level of ego development (common in people who’ve suffered abuse), which means that your self-awareness is lower than you realize, making it hard to type yourself. The first step in building better self-awareness would be to open yourself up and see what happens, to allow yourself to feel and experience life more deeply and expansively so that you can learn more about yourself and what would be best for your development.