because they have taken over my life

The bpd feel when everything is a bpd feel because this disorder has taken over every aspect of my pathetic life

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So the cast of RFA Party PH’s RFA Cafe has taken over my life and ruined my work schedule but I have no regrets because I love them all… and they inspire me, okay??? Thank you guys for making our days brighter long after the end of event! I drew their out of costume group photo as their characters cause I thought it’d be cute~ and aren’t they just as gorgeous out of costume? haha again… Thank you guys for what you do for us. ♥

Miraculous Ladybug Timeline (COMPLETE) (FIXED MISTAKES)

Because a kids cartoon has taken over my life, and I love it.

 *some of the episodes positions on the timeline are based on speculation

BEWARE THE SPOILERS FROM NOW ON

This is how I think the chronogical order of episodes is:

And this is why I put every episode where it is (sorry that it turned into a 27 slides powerpoint)

Okay, that’s it! This is probably the logest meta post I have ever done! If someone finds some inaccurancies just tell me (but politely), I am open to correct mistakes and such!

Also, I’ll tag my ladybug friends who may be interested @nubriema (27 slides PP I told u!) @zoetekohana @joyfulotaku

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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Implied smut, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,288 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

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Digital collages by slimesunday

Slimesunday is a moniker that is not supposed to make any sense or have some profound hidden meaning behind it. Its a random incidental title I gave myself in late 2014 while watching an old Eminem interview.

The goal from day one has always been to create something; To occupy a blank page with some idea before I fall asleep. If that day I’ve created nothing, then I won’t fall asleep because there is this overwhelming feeling of dissatisfaction. If there is something there, I wake up the next day ready to repeat the cycle. I have created a situation for myself in which the only way to sleep is to create something before the day ends. It doesn’t make sense but it’s how I’ve come to operate on a daily basis. It’s more or less an obsession that has taken over my life but in many ways this obsession does not deserve any negative connotation.

On the complexity of words in our racialized and colonialized world, and my own liminality...

TW: Discussion of the term “g*psy,” which I know may be a triggering word to some of my American followers in particular. I’ve done my best to tag this. Let me know if I’ve left something out.

So I need to talk about this. I really don’t want to because I feel like I’m going to be attacked for doing so. But this is my life in a super literal way, and I am taking time to process all this, with my cultural background, and my personal history, and my non-belonginess, and all the other super heavy baggage I have, and my society has, with this word and this way of life.

I’ve seen the occasional post on here talking about the culture on Tumblr of sometimes oversimplifying their activism and not understanding the full breadth of certain issues, and I’m kicking myself for it even as I type, but… today I’d like to address the international complexity of the term “gypsy.” Specifically, its use in the UK.

(Oh god, what am I doing sticking my foot in this hornet’s nest…)

All I ask is that you really just read this before you rip my head off, yeah? Please. I need to talk about this.

That word does not mean the same thing here that it means in the US, where I come from.

In America, it’s a pretty negative word to a lot of people of any degree of social consciousness. In America, that word is associated almost exclusively with the Romani people, an extremely marginalized group of POC who’ve been subject to every type of violence in existence, up to and including genocide. It is almost always used as either a slur, or an ignorantly appropriative capitalist tool. They’re the only well-known group of nomadic people Americans are familiar with in relatively modern times (since most nomadic Natives were killed or had their seasonal routes cut off long ago), and naturally, it has therefore remained a very racialized term in America. As a general rule, all nomadic peoples known to Americans are POC who have suffered genocide, sometimes to the point of extinction.

It’s fucking heavy. And that is what my brain still emotionally understands, when I hear that word. I’ve felt, and feel, that ickiness listening to someone use that word carelessly, or as if it were a trendy aesthetic™. This post is hard to write, because I have to use it.

So, Americans, I get this. ‘K? Me too. And Brits, if you’ve ever wondered why this strikes such a chord with Americans, that’s why, and this might be some handy knowledge for you to have when traveling to the US: “gypsy” is not a nice word in the US, and “Traveller” isn’t a term most Americans will recognize. We don’t have any legislation protecting Traveller rights, the way you do (inadequate as they may be). If you want to refer to the Romani, use Romani. If you want to refer to Travellers as a diverse group, use “nomadic people.”

But now I live in the UK. In the UK, “gypsy” is a government-official term, and people refer to themselves and others by this term routinely. And most confusingly, to my American sensibilities, it has little to do with your ethnicity. Even ethnic gypsies are most frequently white British, in the UK (the UK has its own native nomadic populations, especially from Ireland and Scotland). But there are also non-ethnic gypsies. It’s a term that refers more to your mode of living than to your race.

My gypsy neighbors are Irish, English, and Romani. The Irish Travellers and Romani obviously have an ethnic history of nomadism. But the ethnically English do not. He’s a Traveller, legally speaking, and part of larger gypsy society. And here, that is legally and culturally legitimate. He isn’t considered an ethnic minority, the way ethnic Travellers are, but culturally has a home under both terms.

There are other slurs in the UK for Travellers, of course. And there are also people who talk about them in a racist way (*cough* Tories *cough*). If I were to draw a comparison to American linguistics, “gypsy” in the UK is much like “queer” in America. It is simultaneously a neutral and inclusive word, and a word which is often found in the mouth of bigots. It has a complex history that has both highs and lows.

I still prefer to use Traveller, because I’m American and “gypsy” leaves a weird taste in my mouth. But that only works in writing, where it is capitalized. In speech, that term could just as easily mean kids on a gap year, and it isn’t useful for specifying nomadic people. So in speech… the word everyone uses is “gypsy.” This word which gives me the willies is now a normal part of my life. It is hard for me to get used to that. But also, apprehensively positive. What a wonderful community this is. It isn’t any stupid stereotypes. I mean, the dude a couple caravans down from me is a graphic designer. It’s just a really solid community of people who are just… really wonderful.

So… this is a major part of my existence right now. Please remember that Tumblr is an international community. Not everyone you see using that word is a racist throwing out a slur. Some of them aren’t even referring to the Romani. If they’re British, they’re probably more likely to be referring to the Irish, or to people of diverse or unknown ethnic backgrounds.

It may also be something I start talking about more often, because this is now my life. I live on wheels, in a mostly Traveller community. Legally, I’m a “New Traveller” (and the idea of referring to myself that way sends off a degree of appropriative heebjeebies that’s just unbelievable, but that is the fact of the matter). That is, I would be if anyone knew I was here. But the way these things are interacting for me, and how simultaneously uncomfortable and necessary it is to learn about them given my cultural background, means that it is something that is likely to come up. Something I will need to talk about. A consuming part of my life at the moment.

These people have taken me in, in a very real way that pretty much makes me cry when I think about it. They’ve fed me, and kept me warm, and helped me keep this hell shed from tipping over. They’ve gifted me things for my craft – the part of my life this blog is about. I don’t want to avoid talking about them as they talk about themselves, or understanding the way my self-perception is changing as this is happening, for fear I’ll be mistaken for an asshole. It feels like hiding who they proudly are, because the culture I come from has a different history than they do. I don’t live in that culture anymore, and probably never will again. I need to find some way of reconciling the dissonance with the way my life is now.

I don’t think any of this takes away from the complexity of that term. And to all you goddamn Nazis, don’t you dare take this as a reason why it’s ok to fucking harass the Romani, or I swear I will hex the shit out of you. And since the UK tends to follow American trends, I wouldn’t be surprised if that term eventually goes out of vogue.

But today, it is a very different word from its American counterpart, which is essential for me to fully understand in the context of both my own life, and my experience of adopting my new culture as an immigrant. And I want people to understand where I and other people in Britain are coming from when we talk about it. And I feel a need to be understood in my own life right now.

So… This was probably unwise. I’ll take my blows I guess. I’m just reaching into the dark and hoping I’ll find some understanding. This is very much part of what kind of witch I’m becoming, and more broadly, what kind of human I’m becoming.

I still cannot get over the fact:
  • Lucifer admitted to Chloe that her dying is his greatest fear
  • it would be hell for him to have to live life without her
  • because he would not be able to see her 
  • because he cannot go to the Silver city
  • Lucifer not being able to shut up about Chloe to Candy
  • Lucifer coming back to LA because he missed work my ass Chloe
  • Lucifer wanting to die because Chloe didn’t want to work with him anymore

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Mandatory bughead post #2: My thoughts on Bughead and why it is important.

I’m aware that the words ‘bughead’ & ‘important’ in the same sentence seem like a misfit but there is a good reason why I’ve chosen to write it so. This thought came to my mind whilst trawling through the morass of ‘ships’ & ‘ship-wrecks’ on tumblr & twitter about Riverdale. 

Now, I’m not someone who watches a lot of TV shows ,however, Riverdale was a serendipitous discovery that happened to me two weeks ago. 

I have been a fan of Archie comics since I was little & my two favourite characters were Jughead & Betty, in that order. Watching Riverdale was a revelation as it brought me back to the Archie’s world and I saw it in a new light. I went into it without expectations.

What I was not prepared for was how Bughead would gently creep up on me and reign over my entire existence in such a short span of time. 

You see, I have had a few ships, some fleeting and some enduring,some canon and some fantasy, however nothing as rabid or as intense that’d induce an “I’m SHOOK” moment. Until bughead happened.

When I used to read the comic books, I had wanted Archie to one day wake up & realize that Betty was the one for her, because I could so relate to her as a kind & sweet girl, being taken for granted every time and with a history of unrequited love. I’m 30 now and life-experiences, especially of the bitter kind has certainly changed my perspective about these things, especially about romantic relationships. No more suffering fairy-tale princesses for me. 

In the comics, although Jughead and Betty were my favourites and they always were good to each other, the thought of them as a potential match had never crossed my mind. I was intrigued and amused by Jughead’s woman-hating stance and had imagined that one day an extraordinary woman worthy of him would come and sweep him off his feet.I had no concept of sexuality and its associated complications that we see today, it was only a pure and innocent fantasy in my mind. 

I had only been familiar with the ‘classic’ and humorous golden age Archie comic digests and was unaware of the modern reboots and the various universes. Therefore, when I started watching Riverdale, I was immediately hooked to its modern,quirky & dark narrative and had my assumptions broken down bit by bit with each episode. When I started with the show, five episodes were already in so I binge watched them in a single night, which left me with little time to process the minute details and subtleties, which is why I missed noticing the growing chemistry Betty and Jughead. 

It was only when I began exploring the show on the internet and understood the whole narrative and tone of the show,re-watched the episodes, saw the interviews, trawled Tumblr & youtube and accidentally saw the leaked bughead kiss is when it hit me like slap on the face and a swift kick in the ovaries. It nearly felt like enlightenment!

Once I had seen and felt it, there was no going back. It was a like a virus firmly implanted in my psyche. I resurrected my dormant and inactive tumblr and twitter accounts only to ship bughead. I’m sure fellow bughead fans know the drill of our coming undone so I won’t go into much detail. 

Coming to the next part. Riverdale or rather Bughead has come into my life as a breath of fresh air when I am going through a very dark and stressful phase. I have been going through a very difficult divorce from a man, who caused mental abuse and cheated my family of money & absconded and left me to deal with the consequences and legal battles, triggering my anxiety,fear and depression. A man whom I had trusted with my everything and was completely vulnerable to, used me and left me with a deep fear and mistrust of relationships, trauma and some very hard learnt lessons. I’m an eternal romantic but a part of me has become cynical about it. 

Riverdale is a unique show as is evident in its excellent writing,for those who care to notice the nuances and characterisations. The symbolism, fore-shadowing, word-play, subtle body-language cues of the characters, parallelism and of course, a quality mystery is the gold-standard of writing. Can we also talk about the wonderful and talented cast who have given life to the characters? The show is a slow burn and not for those with a shallow mind who are looking for popcorn entertainment with a lot of mindless drama and illogical  and unstable romantic pairings based on lust and superficial chemistry,

Bughead is not just a run of the mill ship that people are fangirling over. It is beautiful union which tells you the story of two woefully young and tender yet jaded individuals, thrown together by a tragic fate, who are battling the darkness within and without, fighting for something that’s bigger than them and their personal problems. They are fighting for justice, light and hope. In spite of their struggle with their personal demons. Can you imagine what they are going through? For any child, parents are the safe space when the world around them crumbles, but both Betty and Jughead’s parents let them down with lies, manipulation and broken promises and the possibility that their families could be the perpetrators of murder. Under such horrible circumstances, they find the safe space with each other.  

They both are mature beyond their years, insightful, righteous, kind, compassionate, supportive and caring and there for each other without being asked. They communicate with their heart and eyes (sometimes with heart eyes too ;) ) It is not a connection based on lust and hormonal surges. Something very old-fashioned and real in the era of hook-ups. An oasis in a desert.

People who keep harping on about how there is no chemistry at all between Jughead and Betty and that it was rushed and illogical, then I’m sorry that you’re oblivious to everything that is going on in the show. They have been friends since childhood.

I think we do not give the writers enough credit for writing something so profound and refreshing in spite of it being a teen drama. A homeless, abandoned, rudderless boy, an outcast who is bullied, selflessly helps a  girl find her sister and uncover the truth, not because he wants to get into her pants. A stifled, lonely yet nurturing and loving girl giving strength, support and courage to a lost and scared boy failed by his father and society. They are each other’s guardian angels.

So I ask this to all the haters..can’t you see this? Are you so blinded by your superficial hate and violent desire to stuff your ship down everyone’s throats because it gives you some sort of false sense of control over others that you have lost the ability to objectively see what the show is striving for through this beautiful narrative within the confines of what is ostensibly a teen drama? Can we not rise above our pettiness of mindless and hostile shipping to learn from it? Everyone is free to ship whomever and whatever they want but it is another thing to be so vitriolic and spiteful towards the others to have your way. Isn’t shipping supposed to be all about love anyway? Bughead is so much above all this petty drama, it is transcendental.  

There’s so much that all of us, teens and even adults can learn from this ideal of a super healthy relationship that both television and our lives need. We need to move away from toxicity both in entertainment and our lives. Can we not be inspired to work on ourselves and build supportive, organic and nurturing relationships? This should give so much inspiration to the teens of today. With Betty & Veronica, the show strives to re-build the idea of strong, female friendships which seems to have become an alien concept in the world of ‘frenemy’ culture. Why can’t two girls be healthy best friends without the assumption that there is something sexual between them? People are hating on Bughead also for a fact that they are a heterosexual couple. As I see it, love is love in any shape or form.

Also, I do agree that all sorts of representation must have a place in popular culture and thankfully it is happening. However, those who are unhappy with Bughead saying that it erases Jughead’s asexuality, I disagree. Are you saying that Asexual people can’t fall in love? That they don’t deserve an intimate bond with another?

Now, in the larger Archie comicverse, Jughead was never portrayed as being an asexual, he simply was smarter and wiser and had other priorities compared to his hormone crazed pals. He was always the voice of reason. I’m sure that there are people like that, not everyone who doesn’t choose to be a crazy, horned dog is asexual. Besides, Jughead is shown to be asexual in only one version of the comics. There can be multiple variations of characteristics in the larger universe. Riverdale chooses its own narrative and characters as it sees fit for the context of the show. Therefore, in this version, Jughead isn’t asexual or aromantic. There is no erasure of any kind. Even if he were asexual, I’m sure that Bughead still can have a loving and healthy relationship.

It is my personal opinion and I am not trying to belittle anyone or trivialising the serious issue of representation in anyway. However, I do feel that in today’s world where there is so much hate and strife, showing love and companionship in its true and purest form is the most important issue here, first and foremost. It doesn’t really matter whatever is the sexuality or orientation of the characters in question. So, let us all keep our differences aside and show our love and support to something is for the greater good. Love is universal and not restricted to a specific type or form. Besides, it is fiction,let’s remember that. 

I also think that we must avoid pressuring or attacking the creative team, actors and show runners into bullying them to change their vision for the show. That truly doesn’t serve any purpose other than being detrimental to the quality of the show and making the team de-motivated. Let’s all appreciate the hard work and love everyone has put in to present to us something that is so beloved and cherished by all.

Why is showing a healthy, supportive, wholesome and stable relationship necessary? I can tell you why, because I have suffered greatly in an unsupportive, toxic and abusive relationship that was all about selfishness and greed with no regard or love for the feelings of the other person. Where one person only gave and gave and the other only took everything. I was left drained and battered and I’m still bearing the burden of its ruins.

So, when Bughead came along, it was catharsis and relief. It was about having the hope of bright sunshine in the pitch black darkness. It was about selflessness and having high standards and working for the greater good, something that is bigger than us. It was about women not wallowing and pining after some boy who had little value or regard for them and not allowing a man decide the course of their lives .It was about unconditional love and support without labels. It was pure beauty and art, like a perfect symphony.

Bughead isn’t merely escapism. It is the light of goodness that illuminates our hearts and fills us with compassion and hope for something beautiful. It is the delicate flower that grows in the parched desert of hopelessness and deceit.

Let us protect it all costs.

anonymous asked:

46.1%!!!! fic ab Alec almost getting killed by Valentine in the fight next ep but Magnus saving him (lots of fluff after?)

“Alec? Alec!”

Magnus was nearly out of the building when he heard it. He had Madzie in tow and he was trying to be careful, trying to find somewhere safe to create a portal so he could get the young warlock girl out of this hellhole and somewhere safe, where she won’t be used or manipulated for her powers again. She was young. She’d bounce back. But it made his blood boil that Valentine, the man determined to wipe them out, was still happy to use Downworlders for his own ends even if he was planning on killing their species later.

Before he could create the portal, though, he heard a voice from the rooftop. Isabelle’s voice. He wasn’t sure she’d be here, still too high on a terrible concoction of Yin Fen and vampire venom to see clearly. Raphael, too, high on Shadowhunter blood. He’d kill Victor Aldertree for getting people he cared about wrapped up in this mess. But that had to come later.

Instead, he ran upstairs, Madzie following, and onto the rooftop. The scene he saw turned his stomach.

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Manchester.

I am heartbroken. I have no words. I myself, was in Manchester on Friday last week seeing my favourite band live. I remember thinking at the time that for the first time in months, I finally felt free of anxiety. I finally felt safe, in a place where people understood me and my interests and even shared them. Yet that could be me dead. Had the soulless monsters decided to target the metal band I was seeing live instead of Ariana Grande, I might not be here to write this.

All those children have their lives taken from them before they could even begin. Just because they wanted to celebrate the music they loved. Those parents will be consumed with guilt over something that isn’t their fault for the rest of their life. Other parents will now be hesitant about letting their children experience the joy of seeing a musician live.

Music is an escape and a safe place for so many people and I have been crying this morning thinking that the safety and peace music once gave me and millions of others is under threat. 

I’d ask those in the community to please keep Manchester in your thoughts today and light a candle if you so wish to.

Jennifer and I met on GWLG almost 2 years ago now. We didn’t start dating immediately but we were both attracted to each other and would talk occasionally. Eventually we started dating, and made a 4 hour drive between us, and me not being out for the first 8 months of our relationship, work because we knew we really had something. 

August, I move 2 hours closer, and come out, December we celebrated a year together, and this past weekend, I proposed and we are officially engaged!

This just to say, it does get better…and you might actually end up marrying someone you meet on tumblr. Life might not be perfect, but it does have it’s perks. Hang in there. 

If you wanna follow us:

@ej-smiles
@Sacreligious-toaster

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but if you try to flirt with my fiancee I will send you pictures of very vicious dogs.) 

Bridget’s Diary

TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault

9/12/15

I’m going to go to a party tomorrow.

I can’t believe I’m doing this! I know parties are places of temptation, but my friends are all going and I just can’t help myself. They’re all purity club members, we’ll keep each other on the straight and narrow. I’m so excited, and at the same time I want to throw up because I’m so nervous. My parents obviously don’t know I’m going, I told them I’m staying at my friend Holly’s tomorrow night. I will be, kinda, just… after the party.

I will seriously throw up. This is so exciting. I just have to remember that I’m a fine china tea cup, not Styrofoam and disposable. I’m not easy, and I will remain pure until Jesus chooses my soulmate. ♥

For now though… I have to figure out what I’m going to wear!

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When people say they have no regrets, I find myself questioning why I have so many. I regret that the people who have left haven’t taken the best of me with them. I regret that the people who have left did so because I never afforded them anywhere near the best of me. I regret not putting my best foot forward. I regret that the people who stay will not see the best of me. Because the best of me doesn’t exist yet. That elusive notion is just as slippery as eternal happiness. So regrets exist. Nostalgia exists. Saudade exists. And try as I may, I simply cannot imagine a life not weighed with regrets.

Hold Me Tight

Originally posted by jhopies

WARNINGS: SO MUCH ANGST LIKE SERIOUSLY IF YOU’RE SENSITIVE, RETREAT. Mentions of death - graphic details.


“Your cold face tells me everything rather than words
I can see a break up rising over me like a high tide
I know it will soon be our last but I can’t let you go
Don’t talk, don’t leave, just quietly hold me, girl”

- Hold Me Tight: BTS -


“Each time I sit here thinking of you, I can’t fight the immeasurable amount of pain that comes with the loss of your love.

I wish I could take back every moment I ever took you for granted. All those stupid arguments we would get in because I was too proud to admit I was wrong, haunt me now.

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A Good Decision

Originally posted by lovemusiclifexx


Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stlinski x Lydia Martin

Length: 1264 words

Warnings: none

Stiles Stilinski was entranced, as he stared at Y/N from across the hallway, leaning on his locker casually, figurative hearts in his eyes. Eyes trailing the body he was captivated by, he softly smiled, before he caught the figure of Lydia Martin across the way, his long-time crush and recently; a close friend.

Lydia was literally the most beautiful female Beacon Hills High School had seen, with flowing strawberry blonde hair, and full lips that could kiss the life out of a man. She’s the definition of a Queen Bee, with grades as perfect as her being, and a wit as sharp as her brow-game. He didn’t really know what that meant, but had been told by Lydia herself that it was a compliment.

She’d never looked at him though, at least, not until everyone in Beacon Hills lives had gone to shit.

Y/N, however, was new this year, and wasn’t as pretty or as smart as Lydia. But still attractive, especially to him, and the biggest smartass he’d met. And that was coming from him. He’d planned on asking Y/N out, but then he’d had a ‘moment’ with Lydia in a recent werewolf-related chase. They’d held hands, had been pressed close together with a lot of staring and heavy breathing.

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The Various Ways To Answer The Age-Old Question

Person: Hey, how are you?

Option 1: Currently dying
Option 2: Pining to the nth degree
Option 3: Binge-watching like there’s no tomorrow
Option 4: Dying and resurrecting
Option 5: Shipping people
Option 6: Getting no sleep because fictional characters have taken over my life
Option 7: Sinning like it’s going out of style
Option 8: So very tired


Me: I’m fine

Be More Chill Senior Year, Guess Who's Back

“-H my God, someone call an ambulance!”
“We can’t do that my parents will kill me!”
“Chloe, I think he’s dying!” Jeremy’s vision was starting to clear as he tried to get up and move. He stumbled away from the noise until he hit the side of a wall that opened as he leaned on it.
“Mmngh…door…” Lifting himself up he slammed the door shut stumbling around in the dark before his hand found a light switch. Flicking it on his he found himself in a bathroom.
“Oh thank God…” Heading over to the sink he turned the faucet on, splashing some water over his face. There was a knock on the door.
“Jeremy? Are you alright?” Christine sounded concerned as he turned off the faucet.
“Y…yeah, fine! Just give me a minute I’m feeling a little light headed…” He was heading towards the door when his left leg unexpectedly turned the opposite direction causing him to fall. “Ow!”
“Damn it!” Jeremy’s lips moved but it wasn’t his voice that came out.
“What the hell?!”
“Jeremy, what’s going on in there?” Jeremy was about to answer when his right arm covered his mouth.
“Can you go away? I’m busy.” Jeremy literally struggled with himself while also trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Stop freaking out for a damn second and let me tell you!”
‘What the hell kind of drugs did Michael put in that drink?’
“He didn’t put any drugs in the drink Jeremy, it just activated me.” That’s when Jeremy finally recognized the voice talking as the SQUIP’s. “Took you long enough, now I’m going to need you to cooperate since it appears I can only move half of your body. On the count of three you move your right and I’ll move your left. One, two, three.”
The two legs moved in unison standing him up but when Jeremy went to take a step forward his left leg did not move as he fell down again.
“What the hell is going on?”
‘Well I was going to explain to you my failed plan using the mirror but since neither of us have the coordination to do so looks like we’re going to be stuck on the floor for a while.’
“Just tell me what the hell is going on!”
‘I never left you Jeremy, I’m not just a voice in your head. I am still a SQUIP and I am still programmed to make your life better. You already know about Red and Green Mountain Dew’s affects. Blue is an emergency drink that when taken by the it’s allows temporary full control of their body to their SQUIP.’
“What?”
‘That drink should’ve let me take over you and because of my weeks of deactivation it only worked half way.’
“Wait so you could have taken over my body? How did you know about the Blue Mountain Dew?”
'Remember when you asked if I killed Eminem? Well months ago when I planned on taking over the whole school I saw my chance of failure and set into motion a series of events that would eventually lead to Michael’s drink guy at Spencer’s “coincidentally” getting two bottles of Blue Mountain Dew. Given this should of happened months ago when I could have still fully taken over leaving your body more of a confused mess than usual.’
“That sounds a little convoluted, I mean if you’re a super computer shouldn’t you have found an easier way to try and-wait you were trying to take over my body?”
'Still not the brightest bulb of the package I see. Yes and if you’d stop covering your mouth I could tell you this instead of-’
“Jeremy? You’ve been in there a while I’m coming in.” Michael called from the other side of the door opening it before Jeremy or the SQUIP could do something.
'This is going to be fun.’

i feel like i need to let you guys know that i live in an alternate universe where Breaking Dawn didn’t happen like it did in the book. 

Like, sure, Bella/Edward get married/have Renesmee, but the Volturi already knew about human/vampire hybrids because literally how could they not? So there’s no giant confrontation because sending every single coven-member away from your home base is just stupid and the Volturi know better than that, and instead send out a few guards and maybe a leader to check Renesmee out and be like ‘yeah no that’s defs not an immortal child wtf’ and then Irena dies regardless because chECK YOUR RECEIPTS BEFORE YOU GO AROUND MAKING WILD ACCUSATIONS

Observations about the Rationals

 INTJ:

-  not sensitive over normal things so seen as cold, but sensitive over abnormal things so also dubbed overly sensitive by others

-  may or may not see physical obstacles, walks into them anyway

-  combusts when overwhelmed with too many details


ENTJ:

-  sits in the wrong classroom and doesn’t realise it until a different lecturer walks in; also loses their phone for an entire day and finds it in the car boot 

-  remembers details but remembers them incorrectly

-  won’t tell you about their vision unless absolutely necessary, unlike INTJs who won’t tell you about their plans unless absolutely necessary


INTP:

 -  remembers something you said on a random day two years ago, tells you the same story over and over again for three days

-   even clumsier than INTJ (read: daily injuries and no recollection of how they got there)

-  really smart but somehow also lacks life skills


ENTP:

-  knew one ENTP two years back and not very well, but can confirm the surplus of puns and memes because they still inundate my FB feed today

-  I mean for God’s sake control yourself man

-  the world is not ready for that much wit at one time 


~ Mod Amal, INTJ