cause i may be bad but i'm perfectly good at it

yellowcrayon  asked:

Hi :) I'm an ENFP thinking about what is often termed our 'optimism'. What's your take on it? I've seen the suggestion that it's because possibilities are so real to us that we can never feel to stuck in a situation. I've seen in my own life recently how it can be negative. I can see good characteristics in people that aren't really there, or at least, aren't shining very bright through all the bad stuff they're doing :/

I understand. Completely.

Ne sees what is there and what isn’t; it sees what could be rather than what is. Ne looks for what this person could be like, if they were a better person, and wants to help that person become better. Since THEY hate being stuck in a rut, seeing someone ELSE in a negative rut is painful to an ENFP, so they try and help. Show them happiness. Encourage them. Throw solutions at them. And the person may stay in the rut, and drag the ENFP down with them, into a state of melancholy or hopelessness.

This desire to see good in everyone can cause the Ne to ignore the reality of the person in front of them and become drained by people who are never going to change, who don’t want to change, or are not worthy of the ENFP’s time and emotional attention. Ne hates to see only the negative side of a person, so the ENFP is reluctant to believe all the negativity, without seeking redemption. Ne is so open minded it can cause the ENFP to reason that, despite the bad feelings or vibes they are getting, or the mean things this person keeps doing to them, their perception might be off; maybe they don’t see “the truth” of this person (by judging them too harshly), so they fall back on believing that what the other person is doing is being misunderstood by the ENFP (I just read it wrong, it’s not that bad), because a healthy Fi doesn’t understand why anyone would treat another person badly or take advantage of them.

The ENFP will convince themselves of that, and withhold as much judgment as they can until the pain becomes too much to bear, and then have to accept that no, this person isn’t good – in general or for me. Or maybe they aren’t all bad, but what they are doing to me is bad.

One example of this idealistic mindset is Claire in Outlander when she stumbles into the English garrison and runs into Jack Randall. The first time she met him, he tried to rape her. He hasn’t a shred of goodness in him. At all. Anywhere. She is leery of him at first, but after he talks to her for a little while, she starts easing up around him. He hints that he might be sorry for his actions. Claire, an idealistic ENFP (whose lousy inferior Si glosses over their first rape-encounter), latches onto that – there is HOPE for him! She falls for it. She pushes him a little bit, tells him he can become a better person, and stops distrusting him. And how does he reward her? By punching her in the stomach.

She shows similar hope in a later season, when she believes he HAS TO marry a perfectly nice girl, but tries to convince him he shouldn’t touch her, out of love for his brother. She assumes he has enough goodness in him that he won’t savage the poor girl his brother loves. Whether that’s true or not, she holds to the hope that he’s not truly as awful as what the evidence shows her.

It’s a combination of Ne and Fi, I think, since I haven’t seen ENTPs struggle with this as much. Ti is more objective. Fi holds such high personal standards, the evil, selfishness, or vindictiveness of other people baffles it. Since a healthy Fi would never dream of gas-lighting someone, misleading them, hurting them, or being insincere or manipulative with their emotions, it’s hard for them to accept other people do that. It’s hard for them to believe there isn’t some good in everyone due to Ne’s idealism and tendency to see what this person could be like, if they weren’t what they are or their circumstances could change.

I have gotten sucked into many bad relationships because I kept thinking I could help the other person – and I never could. I saw the good in them and chose to ignore the bad things and even my feelings because it felt “wrong” to see them in a negative light; my Ne kept me supplied with arguments like, “You might have misinterpreted that statement, it wasn’t meant to hurt you the way it did,” or “Maybe your perceptions are wrong; you have been wrong in the past about other people, and you might be wrong this time” (Fi hates to misjudge; making them “worse” than they are is seen as a cardinal sin, because it’s not authentic to the person). I have continued to stay “friends,” even when others have told me, “Look, this person is not good for you; they upset you more than they make you happy. What they did is not excusable. GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM.” In short, I am too nice and hate to think badly of anyone.

I have walked away, but only after it reached a point where I could not take it anymore (or, when I was a kid, after my dad said, after seeing me crying one too many times, “You are not being friends with that girl anymore”). Then I felt guilty for the overwhelming sense of relief that flooded my soul because I did not have to deal with them anymore. And for a fortnight, a little voice in my head said: “You were wrong. They aren’t a bad person and you emotionally overreacted. You misjudged them. Go back.” I refused to listen, and often the distance gave me a better perspective and a more honest one.

Fi has a tendency for self-blame, so it isn’t great at looking at someone else and saying, “You know what? This situation REALLY IS ALL YOUR FAULT. I did not do a damn thing to deserve what you just did to me.” In an under-developed or insecure Fi, the Fi assumes that if THEY were a better friend or person, the other person would not treat them like this

Here’s what you do: avoid situations where you will fall into this trap. Stay away from people who abuse you, emotionally, mentally, or physically. If someone makes everything your fault, get away from them if you can. Avoid people who ignite too much of your sympathy or demand you pull them out of a hole. Often those people seek compassionate souls to emotionally drain, because they like someone feeling sorry for them. Find someone in your life who loves you, whose opinion you trust, to talk about the people you’re not sure about, and who will help you see the “real” side of this person, unclouded by your idealism.

You are the only person who will be with you your entire life.

You have to live with yourself for as long as you walk this earth.

Your mental well being is more important to you than anyone else’s.

As a compassionate, idealistic extrovert, your natural focus is to be outside yourself – but rein in your Ne. Make a list of everything that bothers you about this person and really look at it. Is it longer than the list of their positive traits? Now, make a list of what they GIVE BACK TO YOU. How many things are on it? How many of those things can you live without? Does what is on that list offset the emotional pain, frustration, or guilt they put you through on a regular basis? If not, give yourself permission to leave.

Remember these things, ENFPs:

  • Bad people exist.
  • Some people have NO GOOD in them.
  • Some people are BAD FOR YOU.
  • Some people are emotional vampires and will suck you dry.
  • When your Fi tells you something like “I didn’t like that,” LISTEN TO IT.
  • Trust the people who care about you, and listen to them when they say, “This person is not good for you,” or “You don’t deserve that.”
  • Seek friends who make you like who you are when you are with them.

Idealism is great. But wisdom is learning to avoid situations that prey upon your weakness. Learn to identify who is worth your emotional investment and who isn’t. Find emotionally healthy and stable friends and grow with them. You should not be in a position where someone needs you to either help them all the time, cheer them up all the time, apologize to them all the time, or feel sorry for them all the time.

You and your friend or significant other should make one another BETTER PEOPLE, through give and take; you should receive as much as you give.

- ENFP Mod

When You Take Me There

Genre: fluff af. like actual cotton candy i swear

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: A very in-depth confession of love from Phil to Dan based on and inspired by the song ‘Durban Skies’ by Bastille. (Written in Phil’s POV)

Warnings: tiny mention of alcohol?? slight suggestion of sex? idk it is definitely 100% SFW

a/n: this is the first ever actual good thing i’ve written in my life I hope it’s enjoyable and ik the punctuation is probably horrendous but idk who needs rules of the english language lmao. hope u all enjoy (also if you find any typos or anything pls lmk as it’s currently 4:30am and i’m like half asleep)


You are all that I’ve got to be thankful for.

Well, technically there’s a lot of things I’m thankful for. But nothing as important as you.

You. Dan Howell. The love of my life. My hopes, dreams, aspirations; my everything.

I know I want to be with you forever.

Our love incomparable, our souls inseparable. Nothing could ever break our bond, our hearts perfectly entangled together, like our fingertips on a dreaded, rainy, mid-Sunday taxi drive to the grocery store. Like our legs on a lazy Tuesday as we swear at each other playing Mario Kart. Like our bodies the first time we met, both of us shaking with nervousness and sweating like dogs. I am in love with you.

You outweigh any form of negativity I have ever come across.

You are all I need. One look at you- a glance into your beautiful, dark coffee-stained eyes, and I am at peace with all in my life. All that isn’t you, anyways. I am always at peace with you.

You are my entire life, and always have been.

I fondly remember the beginning. Vivid memories of carelessness and the feeling of newly found love. The long train rides you took to close the gap between us. All the thoughtless walks around Manchester, the cheesy coffee and cinema dates, as well as the angsty nights at my house when I secretly gave you alcohol after promising my parents I wouldn’t- and getting a bit drunk. Sometimes too drunk perhaps, which led to some out of hand things. I don’t even want to know what we did, as all I remember is one time waking up to you asleep naked on my family’s dining room table. They luckily weren’t home that week. You cried over how bad you felt, and I cheered you up by ordering Indian food and wrapping us both up on the couch in a blanket as we watched our favorite childhood cartoons. You are really something else, and I couldn’t ask for any better.

Back then I could only imagine what we would experience together.

I had no idea we, as a duo, would become at all known to the world. I didn’t think about all the lives we would change and all the places we’d go and all the amazing friends we would make. All I knew for sure was that I wanted you in my arms till the day I’d die, and to this day that is still all I live by.

I am so thankful to have you next to me in my life.

Moving to London was a major risk for us. We went through some difficult hardships career-wise, but deep down I knew it would work out. Anything can work out as long as I’m with you. Our love can conquer any and all obstacles.

I understand how you work.

Your thought process, your creative sources, how your mind works. I can tell how you feel at anytime, in any situation. Parties, events, when you’re stressing about what to do for the next scene in a video. I know that the only way you can sleep most nights is if I softly play with your fingers, and if the comforter is tucked in between your knees because you hate when your bare legs are touching under the blanket as it’s too warm and it makes you feel gross. I know you better than anyone else.

You make me feel like I can live forever.

Nothing matters when our bodies are pressed together like the waves and the shore on a humid, sunny day at dusk. You know that feeling you get when you finally fit the last piece into a puzzle you’ve been working on for weeks? That feeling of completion and relief, the satisfaction and pleasure your body experiences fitting that puzzle piece perfectly into it’s place and seeing the whole picture? That’s how I feel laying next to you. When I cover your rosy face in gentle kisses every morning and when our arms embrace every time we see each other after being apart. Maybe not exactly like that, actually. Multiply that feeling by about… infinity. The way you make me feel is simply indescribable.

You’ve made me view things from a whole new perspective.

I think back to when we first walked through town together and our hair wouldn’t stop going nuts in the wind and I kept complaining and got frustrated. Your hands reached down to mine and held on just tight enough and everything was instantly calm in my mind. You taught me how to be the best person I can be and told me everything I needed to hear and more. I am forever grateful for your impact on my life.

You are the only person I want to spend my life with.

I personally don’t think weddings are the most important part of a relationship, but I know how much you look forward to ours. I often imagine seeing your gravity-defying smile and glistening eyes of endearment as we exchange I do’s and an everlasting kiss to seal everything we’ve shared since way back when. Seeing you happy is what’s most important to me.

It’s a miracle this ever worked out and I am forever grateful.

The slightest of changes in one of our paths could’ve caused everything to be different. It’s insane to think that if I hadn’t bought that exact box of cereal that one day, I would’ve never experimented with the camera I won and started uploading to youtube when I did. Every single specific decision each of us made somehow lead to this and it’s honestly terrifying to think about how easily we could’ve never even acknowledged each other, and none of this would be happening right now. I have no words for how thankful I am that things happened the way they did.

I was always told that it wouldn’t work, but look at where we are now.

I was told not to trust you. That you were just some stranger. That you were too young and naïve, and that it wasn’t really love and that it was all just excitement. I hope they realize how wrong they were whenever they see our faces in magazines and our names in headlines. I hope they’re constantly reminded that we were different and that we made it. We made it together.

All those four am skype call sessions to the four am sunrises we’d watch from outside your family’s house to the four am netflix show binges in bed that became the only normality we know of today.

The countless amount of train rides to see each other, to the countless amount of plane rides to travel the world together. Everything is more beautiful when you’re by my side.

The hundreds of days and nights spent embraced in your arms and the hundreds and hundreds more I look forward to. You are my definition of warmth and my meaning of home and you are everything I could ever want and everything I don’t deserve and everything else that is good in the world.

You are the best person in the world. I love you so much, Dan, and I know I will love you as long as we both shall live. You complete me in every way, and you are all I’ve got to be thankful for. 


So, because I’m obsessing over SKAM right now and the hiatus is killing me, let me go all literary student on you and analyse the season 4 trailer (which I’ve wanted to do since I saw it for the first time because it’s such an amazing trailer). 

This is gonna be long and it will contain spoilers for season 4, so I’ll put it all under the cut.

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  • Cairn: Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it
  • Cairn:
  • Aelin's blood in the coffin, I don't care, I love the smell of it
  • Cairn:
  • Rowan and Aedion may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
My opinion on the signs (from a Leo's perspective)
  • Aries: I want to be you, honestly. You are so extroverted, funny, talented, loud, intelligent, you don't care what other people think. Always talking. I love your confidence. You say true shit other people don't want to hear. Truly a role-model.
  • Taurus: I swear I will love you till the end of time. You are the most sweet, caring and cuddly teddy bear. I just wish I could hug you forever. The nicest to people. We are constantly fighting and disagreeing, but deep down I really care for you. You're always there for people, your loyalty is incredible. I wish you knew your true value, you're so much more than you think. You know how to cheer your friends up. You can mark people's lifes because you're special. Never change. (btw, glam all over you DAYUM)
  • Gemini: Your laughter could fill up a room. You're the most hilarious of them all. I love to see you talking so excitedly about something. You're so strong. You are opinionated and argumentative. You have a GREAT mind. You always have something to talk about. You love to observe people. You're such a party animal, so sociable, I love it. Although, you're not as tough as you look. You get unmotivated. I'll always be here to say encouraging things.
  • Cancer: You are so protective. You'll do anything ANYTHING, I repeat, to make sure your loved ones are safe, comfortable and happy. You feel things deeply, and therefore, you spend hours and hours overthinking. All you want is to love and be loved in return. So selfless. Anyone that says Cancers are weak crybabies, shut up, they're so fucking strong.
  • Leo: (this is the most difficult one tbh) I love how fab you are. You walk with a purpose and you show it. Always with a smile on your face. Sassy af (goals!) cause you don't take shit from anyone. Personality on point. Probably the most loyal. So strong, so confident, but I know you're insecure, deep down. You don't deserve the world, you deserve the whole universe, I hope you know that. Do the hair flip more often, remember you're not bossy, you're the boss.
  • Virgo: I love how you always have smart things to say. You don't talk a lot, but when you do, it's so worth it. I just wish you could say anything that comes to your mind, no matter how dumb it may sound, it would be perfect. I love the bookworm you are and also the fact that I can always tell you stories. I love when we make stupid faces at each other and stare at each other for 5 minutes without breaking, but when we do, we laugh till it hurts. So open-minded, understanding, with strong, visionary opinions on subjects, great intellectual conversations. Dark humor oh god, sadistic mind ahahha.
  • Libra: Random. Weirdest humor, but will make you laugh everytime. Knows everything. Social butterfly. I love that I can say the dumbest shit around you. Always talking about sex. Always flirting. Always laughing. Very physical with people. I love that you don't care how stupid you look in public, you'll just sing out loud, so carefree ahhah really loves talking for hours. Always cheered up. You're the weirdest, I love it.
  • Scorpio: I wish I knew more of you, Scorpios. You're often quiet, but you have the power of a hurricane inside you. No one ever knows what you think. You're not afraid of telling the truth, you say it as it is. You're so complex and fascinating, you intrigue me, I think I could study you for hours and not get bored and even after I finished, there would always be something else to know about you, it's like you never end, you're really deep.
  • Sagittarius: I love how SMILEY you are, you make me cry from laughing so hard. I wish I could talk to you for hours and just say random things. You're always a good company. Great but weird fashion sense, somehow I always love it. I love how we laugh non-stop at 3am and we're not even drunk. I love your adventurous ideas. I love how original you are. Really carefree.
  • Capricorn: You are so cute. You're so shy, talk to me, I'm sure you would have so many interesting things to say. Sarcastic af. You're not as stressed as people think, you always seem so chill. Strong personality. I love how you fight so hard to get what you want, you never give up. You're the ultimate go getter. But you have that soft side only a few people get to know. You wouldn't show people how amazing you are if they didn't earned it, right?
  • Aquarius: I love how we get each other perfectly. We're like the ying and yang. We understand each other instinctively. I love how you hide your emotions from other people but you open up to me. You have like, the BEST sense of humor. I would never think I would love you this much. I will always be here, I think I could never forget you, you're one of a kind, so different from everyone else. So talented, you should invest in it. People love you. So independent, I loooove it. REALLY intelligent.
  • Pisces: Too precious for this world. People don't always get you because you're just so dreamy. I love to see the look on your face when you're talking about something you're passionate about, your eyes shine brighter. You're so innocent and naive, I can't help but think nothing bad has ever happened to you. You don't lose faith easily. You always see the good in people. Don't let anyone ruin your good nature.
Just for you, Anon. Just for you.

OKAY. *takes a deep breath, rolls up sleeves, cracks knuckles, etc.*

Preemptively putting this under a read-more, ‘cause I know it’s gonna be long.

(ETA: 5116 words. -___- Consider the length as my apology for taking so damn long to write this, ‘Nonny. Enjoy the salt, because there is plenty of it to go around.)

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dyegu  asked:

patient!jimin keeps hurting himself in little "accidents" to see his hot doctor, jeon jungkook. (i'm sorry this is really cliche but i love this trope so much T.T) (thank you, love! <333)

This trope is A M A Z I N G!! Idc if it’s cliche because its so cute omg. I’m so happy to have done this! Doctor AU Jikook it is~

+ It all starts off when Jimin is at Taehyung’s house, helping him mount a large picture frame on the wall. Taehyung, in a distracted moment, accidentally drops his side, causing the corner to catch just above Jimin’s brow.

+ The trip to the hospital was filled with lots of bloody tissues and apologies.

+ Since it was a minor injury, Jimin had to wait patiently in a room before the doctor showed up to stitch his wound. And when the door opened, Jimin nearly fell off the examination table. Who allowed doctors to be this hot?

+ His name was Dr. Jeon, face chiseled by the gods, and a smile that blinded the human eye. And Jimin was fucked.

+ Jimin ends up stuttering over ever single response to Dr. Jeon’s questions.

+ “Date of Birth?” “Wednesday.” Jimin’s eyes widen. “No! I mean, it was on a Wednesday, yes. Not like this past Wednesday but like—In 1995. On the 13th. In October.” Dr. Jeon raises an eyebrow and looks up from his clipboard. “So, October 13th, 1995…?” Jimin groans and covers his face in embarrassment. “Yes…”

+ At the end of the visit, stitches in, Jimin apologizes for his odd behavior. But Dr. Jeon shakes his head. “No need to apologize. You were probably in a daze from being bonked on the head.” He pulls out a card from his coat pocket. “If you need anything else, here’s my card. And please, call me Jungkook.” He hits him with that dazzling smile

+ Jimin is lucky he doesn’t faint on the spot. Even if he did, thank god he was in the hospital.

+ From then on, almost ever minor injury Jimin gets, his immediate thought is: “I should go see Jungkook.”

+ The next fated visit was when Jimin gets the brilliant idea to tell Tae to push him off a bike. He ends up skinning his knee but tells himself that he has to make sure that his leg isn’t broken. Thus, resulting in a trip to the hospital.

+ During his examination, Jimin’s eyes locked on the doctor touching his leg tenderly. The touch has him praying that he doesn’t pop a boner. “May I ask how this happened?” Jimin chokes on air. “Uh, I—uh. Fell off a bike.” “A bike…How so?” Jimin stares with wide eyes. “I hit a squirrel.” “A squirrel—”   “yeP!”

+ Jungkook pats his leg and stands up. “Well on the bright side, your leg isn’t broken, in fact, perfectly intact. The down side is that you’ve got a mighty scrape there. We’ll wrap it up in some gauze and you should be good to go,” he says with a wink. Jimin promptly melts in a puddle.

+ The second time, Jimin makes a visit. Is when he keeps sneezing at Seokjin’s house because the elder has a cat and Jimin is allergic—lightbulb.

+ Cat fur stuffed in his pockets, he yet again finds himself on the examination table. “A fever you say…” “Yup, or it could be something else, I don’t know.” He sneezes a couple times. “Hm, well we will prescribe you some light antibiotics and just come back if you still don’t feel well.” Jungkook pats his hand lightly. Jimin smiles, “Thank you Jungkook, my savior.”

+ He catches Jungkook looking at the floor where a tuft of Seokjin’s cat’s fur lay. “Is that…fur?” “nO.”

+ There are more visits after that, but the last one truly marks Jimin’s peak of desperation. This time, he’s sitting on the examination table with red magic marker dots littered all over his body. “You say you have…the measles?” Jungkook asks, examining his arm closely. Jimin nods. “Oh yeah, it’s bad.”

+ Jungkook raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Oh really? I know just the thing to cure you.” And with a wet wipe, Jungkook wipes the red dots clear off Jimin’s forearm. Jimin gasps with mock surprise. “Would you look at that, I’m cured!” Jungkook gives him an unamused smile. Jimin slumps. “I am so sorry.”

+ “Jimin, you know, if you wanted to see me, you could’ve just called me. I mean you have my number.” Jimin rubs the back of his neck, shyly. “Tell you what, how about you use my number and we’ll set up an appointment. And by appointment I mean date.”

+ Jimin gasps when he feels a warm fingers tangle with his own. “I’d like that.”

+ Bonus: *on their first date* Jimin accidentally bites his lip too hard with nervousness, breaking the skin. Jungkook is quick to cup his face with his hands. “Don’t worry, let Doctor Jeon heal it.”

+ Jimin makes the conclusion that doctors are also very good kissers.

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(I’m back with another James fic? And it’s not smut? Whaaaat? It’s fluff! A stupid, cute, short fluff piece that I’ve been wanting to write and finally finished! Hope you guys enjoy!)


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( @beccathevampyreslayer wanted a hospital fic and so she got one. I can’t resist her cuteness. Also, guys, I can write fluff! This is so exciting!)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2,099

You sat there by the bed, shifting anxiously as you watched the heart monitor tethered to Bucky’s chest beep away. He was stable now, if only just. Nurses and doctors had swarmed the room earlier when Bucky’s heart had crashed, which was in remarkably good condition considering its ninety-nine years of service and countless adrenaline trips. You typically didn’t worry about him; he was more than capable of taking care of himself, and you, and Steve—basically everyone. But he had been a complete moron this time and had decided to block a grenade with his metal arm. A grenade. He would get hell for that when he finally woke up. Granted, he had been trying to protect you, but you were more than capable of avoiding said grenade and had been about to do so when he beat you to it.

Your face was carefully neutral, concealing your inner monologue of beratement towards Bucky. Shifting your eyes around the room and into the hallway, you inched a hand towards his, pausing a moment before grasping his warm, calloused fingers with your own. It was an indulgence and a risky one at that. The rest of the team didn’t need to know about your growing affection for Bucky, and Bucky definitely didn’t need to know about it. It would probably just make him act even more idiotic and he would most likely twist Steve’s arm into keeping you grounded for missions. In any case, while Bucky was more easygoing these days, he was far from an open book and you were happy to avoid risking rejection.

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Funnyransom’s thoughts on: Taehyung’s Acting Debut


The first time I knew of Taehyung’s existence was during Korean class in Spring of 2015. With his messed up bed hair styled perfectly to fit the “bad boy on the streets desperately trying to pick up a girl” theme, his strawberry flavored (?) lollipop, and the way he threw it down with such force and licked his thumb while bouncing up and down– everything about it was pure seduction perfection. Insert clip now: 

Truth be told, Suga wasn’t my first bias. 


ME: “Sorry, Yoongi! It was because i was shallow and did not look past the outer appearance! I mean, come on, look at Taehyung! I felt war of hormones!! ME! T_T”

Moving on: So, I remember one summer night, in attempt to further educate myself on this kpop boy group called Bangtan Boys to write better fanfictions, I stayed up numerous nights (thank God I didn’t have anything else to do with my life cause once you’re in the Bangtan hole, you’re in there deep! lol.) watching everything from Bangtan bombs to music videos to radio interviews to Rookie King to American Hustle life– and i remember saying more than “I want to be their girlfriend/boyfriend”, I said, “Oh. It’d be really cool to work with them, someday.”

By “work with them”, as I’m sure my lovely followers know– i have a thing for writing. I mean, why else would i make reactions and scenarios if i didn’t enjoy imagining scenarios and reactions? Haha. So, in a couple of years or millennium or perhaps in another life, it would be a bucket list check off for them to act in something that i have written for them.

As an aspiring scriptwriter, i may have a keen eye for potentially talented actors and actresses or so I like to think. One member in BTS that stood out to me the most was Taehyung.

Does anybody remember the BTS elevator prank? Jin did his 1+1=giyomi, Rapmon sang a soprano, Jimin giggled like a perv, Jungkook was as awkward as ever around the woman, Suga did a splendid ab wave, Jhope sprawled across the elevator while the fair maiden walked in, and V– he acted like a noble and a peasant from a HISTORICAL DRAMA (2 characters in one). Not only that but whenever I saw V, i was thinking, “Wow. This kid would be really good at acting.” (I can’t find a gif of V in the elevator. HALP! >.<)

Anyways, The nights that i stayed up watching Taehyung, i remember specifically thinking and waiting for the day Taehyung would debut as an actor. I felt that this boy was meant to be in the entertainment world more than simply in the countryside playing his saxophone while looking up at the lonely moon, whistling and wondering what else life could have had in store for him. (I mean, how sad would it be if V wasn’t in BTS? … like, don’t even get me started! Haha.)

So, the conclusion for this whole rant is that—I, Funnyransom, want to say, “Taehyung, noona is not ready for your acting debut because I know it’ll only go up from there. But at the same time, I know you must do you duty and share your given talent and beauty with the rest of the world so that one day, you can star in American movies like you said you have hopes to. I thought you’d wait for me to write your scripts for you but you’re obviously doing fine– getting casted in Hwarang: The Beginning. And honestly, that’s probably a lot better than what I had planned for you because I wanted you to star in some high school love story but now, I’m getting super excited because I get to, HOPEFULLY, see you forehead in the Silla dynasty style. DO YOU SEE THE FOREHEAD?! lol. 

I just want you to know that I’ll be eagerly waiting for your performance, Taehyung! So, train well riding the horses. Don’t fall off and hurt yourself because actors are one of the most important people on set. Respect all the crew and cast. Get some rest and do the best that you can. But most importantly, stay humble and have fun because I feel like you were born to do this along with so much more. So, Aja Aja Fighting, Kim Taehyung!”

- Funnyransom

Now, time to appreciate some fine Taehyung’s acting skills in action. 

1. Taehyung’s horse riding practice:

2. Taehyung the Teenage Delinquent: 

3. Taehyung the partying professional:

4. Taehyung the professional kisser on set of man

5. Taehyung the professional tear jerker without need for onions and/or tear drops: 

Anyways, let me know what you guys think about Taehyung’s debut! :) I’m excited. haha. 

Advice Regarding Supports from a Salty Support Player (Overwatch Edition)

If You are Not Playing Support

  • Do you see that your support is out of position? Does it look like there’s a chance they might make it out if their team helps? Are you a tank? Then get in there and body block for them. You’re a tank, you can handle it.
  • Asking for heals/shields? Don’t see the support anywhere? Hold tab/whatever those buttons on the console are. They might’ve died or just respawned and are on the way. What’s that? Your support is there and not Lucio? Then ask for heals/shields. Not in their line of sight? THEN GET IN THEIR LINE OF SIGHT DAMMIT MERCY, SYMMETRA AND ZENYATTA DO NOT HAVE AOE HEALS/SHIELDS THEY NEED TO LOOK AT YOU TO HEAL/SHIELD YOU.
  • No healers =/= certain defeat. A competent Symmetra player can give you tons of shields, turn the point or payload into a death trap and still win the game.
  • Need a support and no one else is switching? Then you do it. I don’t care if you’re bad at it; if you really need that support, someone has to grab it. And if it’s gotta be you, then so be it. Hit F1/whatever those buttons on the console are to look at your chosen support’s controls.
  • Always say thank you to your support if they saved you from a situation that almost got you killed.
  • Hold. The fuck. Still. When being healed. I can’t tell you how many times my teammates have died because I’m trying to throw my fucking harmony orb at someone and they keep running around like small children having a sugar rush.
  • Be aware of where your support is and don’t let them out of your sight. ‘Cause I’ve played too many games where an enemy player (usually Reaper or Tracer) has sneaked up behind me, and I’m running around trying to save myself and my team doesn’t fucking notice even though they’re right there.
  • Know that if you act disrespectful towards your support, you are decreasing your chances of being healed/shielded by them. I don’t care if they’re bad, it’s not worth the risk. In fact, while you’re at it, just be respectful to players in general. Toxicity is a waste of time.
  • Don’t complain about the support if you made a stupid decision such as running into a 1v6 fight and dying. That is all on you, not the support.
  • Do not get angry if the support gets play of the game.

If You are Playing Support

  • Don’t overextend. Admittedly, this is a mistake I make a lot myself, but still, don’t overextend. You will be massacred by the enemy team.  YOU ARE AMONG THE SQUISHIEST OF SQUISHES STAY IN THE BACK WHERE YOU BELONG.
  • Is one or more of your teammates diving into an obviously suicidal situation? Don’t follow them and don’t feel bad if they die. They made a stupid call and good on you for not going through with it.
  • Be aware of your surroundings. Where are your teammates? Do they need healing? If yes, heal them if you are both safe enough to do so (such as taking cover). If not, watch them and make sure they don’t die. Also, watch for snipers. They may focus you.
  • Don’t be afraid to try different supports. Depending on your team’s situation, some supports might be preferred over others. Yes, there are other supports than Mercy.
  • Ignore people who say you suck. Actually, ignore all salt. Just go to the menu and mute them. Fighting back is a waste of energy that is better spent on trying to win the game.
  • While, yes, it is acceptable to get kills, don’t get too aggressive. Remember, you’re the support. If you get too aggressive and die, nobodies going to be able to heal/shield your teammates.
  • If a teammate thanks you for healing them, they’re a keeper. If they return the favor by saving you, you are obligated to friend them and/or buy them something nice.
  • It is perfectly okay to have more than one Symmetra.
  • Speaking of Symmetra, place your turrets in spots that are hard to hit.
  • As Lucio, use his speed boost (for both yourself and your team) to dodge Junkrat’s riptire and Hanzo’s dragonstrike.
  • As Zenyatta, fire your discord orb at priority targets or obnoxious tanks. Also, you can sneak up on people because you float and therefore have no footsteps.
  • As Mercy, remember that you can fly to Pharah when she’s in midair.
  • Tell. Everyone. What percentage your ult is. I cannot stress this enough. This can help your team plan their next move.

That’s all I got. If you wanna add more, either to playing a support or not playing a support, go ahead.

If Bleach became a Buffy-style musical...

Bleach the musical requested by anon. :)

In Buffy, there was a (fantastically awesome) episode in which everybody suddenly started singing musical songs. The musical songs were largely about their feelings - the songs forced them to reveal their actual desires and fears and things like that. So what if that happened to Bleach characters? What if they found themselves not simply singing, but singing horribly cheesy songs about the feelings they may or may not actually want to reveal? Well, if that were the case, here are the titles of their songs….and a snippet of the lyrics.

[And, uh, I haven’t actually seen the Bleach musicals, so if any of these songs are somehow similar to songs in the actual Bleach musicals, then, well….I’ll frankly be extremely proud. Embarrassed, but proud.]

1. Byakuya: “Playing By The Rules”

Playing by the rules

That’s what I thought my life should be

But now I wonder, now I question

Should I break the rules…and be free?

2. Soi Fon: “When You Left Me”

My goddess, my queen, my idol, my friend

Why did it have to end?

You say that you had to go.

But why did you leave me? I need to know.

3. Szayel: “Immortality”

A phoenix cannot die

It rises from the ashes

It comes back to the sky

And I

I said that I would always be flying

But after ten thousand years of dying

I really just want to die

4. Hinamori, Kira, and Hisagi: “You Can’t Trust”

(Hinamori) You can’t trust a man who seems good

(Kira) You can’t trust a man who seems bad

(Hisagi) You can’t trust a man who likes justice

(All) No matter what - you’ll always be had

(All) And now - we’re saaaaaaaaaad

5. Aizen: “Perfect Being”

‘Cause I’m a…….perfect being!

With perfect hair!

And perfect skin!

And a perfect love for tea!

And soon all of you will see!

That what I do is perfectly right

And all my plans are perfectly tight.

Because I am a perfect being who is only

Just a little bit….lonely.

6. Soi Fon, Kurotsuchi, and Hiyori: “Urahara Kisuke”

Urahara Kisuke!

The man’s a real ass!

How are we the only ones to see it?

Why won’t anyone else believe it?

Urahara Kisuke!

7. Ichigo: “Identity”

And when you have…

A shinigami father

And a Quincy for a mother

Sisters in the world

And cousins in the afterlife

And just a smidgen of hollow DNA….

You start to wonder

Who the fuck you are

8. Kenpachi: “Stronger”

I’m a fight monger!

I want to fight longer!

I want to smash

And to gash

And to clash

And to bash

I want to be stronger!

9. Yumichika: “It’s What’s On The Outside That Counts”

It’s what’s on the outside that counts!

That’s what people see

Beauty is for the beholder

It’s what matters to me

And anyway if people knew

What sort of man I am inside

It might affect their view of me

So for beauty I will hide

10. Hikifune, Yoruichi & Nelliel: “Surprise!”

(Yoruichi): And it’s 'Surprise! I’m a woman!’

(Hikifune): 'Surprise! I’m now skinny!“

(Nel): 'Surprise! I’ve been an adult all along!’

(All): We’re the same! We’re ourselves! We didn’t mean to lie!

(All): But if you just want to know why?

(All - speaking): Tite Kubo just really loves boobs, man.

of drugs and PTA meetings - jongtae

~7.5k words. pg-13. fluff.

I was prompted for a teacher/teacher relationship by anon and this ensued. 

There’s a lot of things about Kim Jonghyun that make him so compelling, a lot of things that make Taemin fall slowly for the music teacher.

Kim Jonghyun is the kind of guy that makes noise simply to make noise. Taemin will be reading the news on his phone, grading papers, or planning out his schedule, and without fail, the music teacher will start…

Humming. Beat-boxing. Clicking his tongue. You fucking name it—the teacher’s lounge is not a safe, quiet space when he’s around. It wouldn’t even be a problem if this school didn’t have teachers share classrooms. Taemin tries to be patient with him, because Taemin is that kind of patient, observant guy, but sometimes it’s a lot. Like right now. He’s trying to refrain from marking up all of these Gatsby tests with sarcastic comments and red ink, meanwhile also trying to refrain from yelling at the Amazing Whistling Asshole.

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Trust - A Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa fic

She appeared on his doorstep like an avenging angel.

Clothes torn, face bloodied, and her expression more fierce than he’d ever seen it, Peggy Carter looked like she’d just taken out half the scumbags in the city and was gearing up for a round two.

“Agent Sousa,” she began, her clipped English accent unfailing polite even as she swayed with exhaustion. “I’m rather afraid I need your help.”

Daniel blinked once, and then again for good measure, but she didn’t disappear. Peggy Carter really was on his doorstep, asking for his help. So many questions burst into his mind at once that he ignored them all and stepped aside, allowing Peggy entrance into his home. She brushed past him into the small living area. He’d never before been so embarrassed by his cramped bachelor’s quarters, though he was infinitely grateful that his soldier’s training meant he always kept things unfailingly neat.

Peggy collapsed into an armchair, managing to look perfectly at home despite the circumstances.

“Can I…get you anything?” he asked hesitantly. He still stood awkwardly by the door, as Peggy had taken the only seat. And didn’t that just say a whole lot about his social life.

“Do you have tea?” her voice was hopeful.

He shook his head regretfully. “Just coffee.” She made a face in reply.

Peggy shifted slightly in the chair and groaned, her hand coming up to grasp her side.

“Are you alright?” he asked, careful to balance respect and concern. No matter that a part of him may wish he could take care of her, the rest of him was happy to know he didn’t actually have to. Which made her being here all the stranger.

“Just a slight bruise, I’m sure,” she replied with a tight smile.

“You don’t have to-” he began, as always frustrated by her reticence. But he stopped himself. Her secrets were her own. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the signs. Something was happening with her. And while he may wish she would trust him with whatever it was, he wouldn’t push. He’d earn her trust the hard way, or not at all.

“Why are you here, Carter?” he asked instead. “And how did you know where I live?”

Peggy gave him a look that was just short of her openly rolling her eyes. “I’m an SSR agent, Sousa. I know a lot of things.”

He felt heat rise to his cheeks but ignored it. “Why come to me?”

She hesitated, giving him a long, searching look. “I needed someone I could trust,” she said eventually. Daniel felt her words travel through him, lifting a weight from his shoulders that he hadn’t known was there.

“A friend of mine has been kidnapped,” she continued.

“And you can’t go through the official channels with this?” he asked in reply, a bad feeling beginning to creep over him.

She smiled ruefully. “Sadly, no.”

“Exactly who is this friend?”

She screwed up her face in a way that usually made him smile. “Edwin Jarvis,” she muttered under her breath, so quiet he could barely hear.

At her words, he unconsciously took a few steps towards her as the puzzle pieces began to slot together in his mind. “What? Peggy, please don’t tell me that all this time you’ve been working for Howard Stark?”

“He’s not a traitor,” she said defiantly. “He was set up, and I’m clearing his name.”

Daniel ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “This is a very dangerous game you are playing for a man of such questionable morals.”

Peggy’s jaw was set. “He may not be perfect, but he’s my friend. He doesn’t deserve to be accused of something he didn’t do.”

They glared at each other for a long moment, until Peggy finally relented with a sigh. “I’ll show you the evidence I’ve collected so far, and let you make up your own mind whether or not to help me?”

Daniel felt himself nod before he had even made a decision. “First, we should clean you up.”

He moved towards the sink in the corner of his room, more conscious than usual of his limp. He dampened a face towel and moved back towards Peggy, handing her a cloth and his shaving mirror. At her look, he shrugged.

“I thought you’d want to do it yourself.” Uncomfortable with the intensity of her gaze, he turned to move away, but Peggy’s gentle hand on his arm stopped him. He looked down at her questioningly.

“I’m trying to get better at accepting help,” she said quietly, offering him the washcloth. Daniel swallowed.

He took the cloth from her, their fingers brushing together as he did so. A familiar, long-buried heat stirred within him but he desperately attempted ignore it. Peggy didn’t, couldn’t, return those feelings. They would just cause him pain.

Still, his breath quickened as he began gently wiping the blood from her face. Peggy watched him with unfathomable eyes, and Daniel wished he wasn’t so close to her. He suspected that she could see all his secrets laid bare and was judging his worthiness.

“Tell me about Stark,” he said, determined to distract them both.

So, she did. She explained how her old friend had come to her, asking for help. She told him about all the evidence she had found supporting his claim that he had been set up. And she told him about how her friend Jarvis had been kidnapped in an effort to draw Stark out of hiding.

“I was hoping you might help me find Jarvis before Howard does something stupid and reveals himself,” Peggy eventually finished.

“You took a real risk telling me all this.”

Peggy nodded slowly. “I’m aware. And I know that if you agree to help you will be risking a great deal as well. But I knew that if there was anyone else I had a chance in trusting that could help, it was you.”

Daniel gave a wry twist to his mouth, but couldn’t help the swell of pride bloom in his chest. “What do you need me for?” he asked, capitulating.

Peggy grinned. “Well…”


This is an idea for a series that I have featuring characters from Daredevil. I'm not going to give too much of the plot away. Just hope you enjoy. 

Warnings: None

Pairing: Matt x Reader (mostly) 

The Devil’s Advocate

Growing up in Hells Kitchen sure hasn’t been easy. A lot of bad things happen here. There has been times when you have thought about moving somewhere better and safer. But that wouldn’t change a thing. Your past here would still follow. It’s not as if you have no life here, just a lot of history. You know that you aren’t the only person in Hells Kitchen that hasn’t had the privilege of a good life. But you had an alcoholic for a mother and a father who was never around much. And as for your younger brother, he was murdered in the streets. All because he owed a dealer some money. 

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You’re just a number 8/?

Summary: AU Some say it was fate, others say luck, most say it was just a wrong number (basically Caroline and Stefan meet over a text sent to the wrong number)


The whole room grew silent, the hustle and bustle of people leaving the hotel slowly fading away as her eyes locked on the figure in front of her. Her breath hitched in her throat as she absorbed every inch of him, his hair perfectly quaffed, his dimples forming as he smiled, his suit that carved the outline of his body, he was utterly beautiful. It was strange for her to think that this caring and charming man was in love with her. After 5 minutes of just staring she had fully excepted that yes, it was possible to fall in love with someone you had never met. 


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spinestalker  asked:

I have the habit of using conjunctions. It started out making sure the dialogue didn't sound like Data but now it's infiltrated everything else! Sometimes it's as simple as turning passive into active (he'd, they've) but other times it's dealing with (non possessive) he's and they'll and even sometimes on a proper noun which I don't think is a thing outside of lingo. I can't tell weather I'm being lazy or if it's somehow part of my "voice." How can I tell if my "voice" is just bad grammar?

OK, actually you mean contractions. We’ll just blame auto-correct and move on!

Contractions of all kinds are usually frowned upon in formal writing, which as you point out, in every day conversation makes it sound like Mr. Data is giving a lecture. Or talking to Spot. It made no difference to him, in the beginning at least. 

Good for you, though, for realizing that voice is important, and that how people actually speak is relevant. If you’re using a lot of contractions to indicate someone’s speaking patterns, you are saying something about them: They’re informal. They might be speaking too casually when they should be more formal – such as, how would they address a teacher? A professor? Their rich grandmother? Their father’s boss? Their boss? So even when someone talks like that with friends and that is their “natural” state, it might not be the way they would or should talk to an elder or someone deserving of respect – unless that is the point you’re trying to make. 

Try re-writing a few sentences without a contraction where you had one previously. Does that change your perception of the character? And if you have beta readers, how do they react? 

One type of contraction I would urge you to avoid, though, is the eldritch abomination known as the compound contraction

The first problem is that said contraction may be pronounced differently when spoken, to the point that the actual words that make it up are now confusing, even to native speakers. “I would have” becomes “I’d’ve” and in turn, you hear people say (and see them write!) “I would of,” which is incorrect. 

The second problem is that the compound contraction just looks awful – which slows down your reader’s flow and can cause comprehension problems and frustration. So while the usage may reflect something someone actually says, that little fragment of reality can do more harm than good. 

“ ‘I couldn’t’ve,’ she protested.” Perfectly OK for dialogue, but it looks weird to me. “I couldn’t have,” … would still work as informal speech. 

It’s similar to spelling mistakes: Yes, you might be able to figrue out that I just meant to type “figure,” but it slowed you as the reader down. Those wasted milliseconds can add up. 

Final tip: If trying to work around a conjunction in the sentence is driving you mad, try re-writing the sentence entirely. 

– mod aliya