Wild Camping With The MBTI Types
  • Master builder of tents:ENTJ, ISTP, ESTP
  • Burns their hand while grilling absentmindedly:INTJ
  • "AHHH Mosquitoes!!!":ENTP, ESFP, ISFJ
  • Has brought a survival book:ISTJ, INTP
  • Reads shitty stories by the campfire:ESFJ, INFP, ESTJ
  • The one that stayed at home:INFJ, ISFP
  • Pissed because it started raining:ENFJ
  • The person that almost drowns in a river:ENFP

anonymous asked:

Hello! Love your writing pieces, you're so awesome! c: If you're accepting prompts I have one. It would be cool if this could be H2OVanoss or Daithi x Delirious. (Is that weird?) With this text: "Hey CaRtOoNz, I know it's late, but I got a bit high and decided to swim in the river with Delirious and he went down stream and now I don't know what to do"

I decided on H2OVanoss, only because I don’t ship Daithi de Delirious. Hope that’s okay. It’ll still be awesome! I think I’ve seen this before so I hope I do it justice for you darling. I kind of changed it a bit though to fit the story I wanted. I know this is really EXTREMELY out of character for Evan and Jonathan but just go with me here guys.


Luke groaned loudly, aggravated that his phone was ringing at three in the morning and he had only gone to bed an hour before. Genay shifted in her sleep at the noise, and Luke decided to take the call from Evan in the next room.

“This better be fucking important.”

“Luke…Jonathan and I did something stupid…” Evan said.

“That’s nothing new. Why did you have to wake me up to tell me that?” Luke said through a yawn.

“No, this time it was really stupid. And I fucked up. Like really fucked up.” Evan began to get hysterical. “I lost him.”

“Lost him? Evan, what are you talking about?” Luke straightened up. How the fuck did he lose a grown man?

Evan sounded like he was on the verge of tears, “We got high. Too high; really high. We decided to go for a swim in the river behind the house and he went down stream and I can’t find him and now I don’t know what to do. I’ve looked for him and called for him and he won’t answer.”

“Goddammit. That is really fucking stupid!” Luke growled. He ran back into his bedroom and pulled on a sweatshirt and his sneakers. “Where are you now?”

“At the house. I thought maybe if he would’ve gotten out he would’ve come back but he hasn’t. Luke, you have to help me.” Evan cried.

“I’m on my way. Just stay put, Evan. And try to sober up, for fuck’s sake.” Luke hung up and ran to his car. Jonathan’s house was a ten minute drive, five at three in the morning with no traffic and with him speeding in his BMW. He pulled up behind Evan’s car and jumped out. He heard Evan in the back yard, calling Jonathan’s name into the darkness. He headed towards him, and Evan turned quickly, relief quickly turning back into panic at the sight of him.

“I thought…I thought you were him.” He said, his eyes red. Luke wasn’t sure if it was from the weed or from the crying.

“We’ll find him, Vanoss. Have you checked the house?” Luke asked gently, not wanting to upset him more. His hair was wet, as were his clothes, like he threw them on without drying his body first.

“Not really. I just called out his name and he didn’t answer.” Evan responded, turning back to the river.

“Let’s go back inside and look. Maybe he’s in the bathroom drying off. And you should change. It’s freezing out.” Luke reasoned.

“I just want to find my boyfriend, Luke.”

Luke could tell that Evan was still high as he led him back into the house, unsteady on his feet and bobbing his head back and forth.

“You guys don’t even smoke. What the hell got into you?” Luke asked him, sitting him down on the couch.

Evan blushed. “Um…we thought we’d try something new and maybe it would spice up…”

Luke held his hand up. “No, that’s okay. I’m good. I’m gonna go look around, okay?”

Evan nodded and Luke headed towards their bedroom. “Jon?” he called out to the empty room. He heard a small splash from the bathroom. He made his way there cautiously, not entirely sure what he’d find. But when he opened the door, his frustration boiled over into a yell that startled the sleeping man in the bathtub. “What the FUCK?”

“Luke?” Jonathan asked, wiping the water and sleep from his eyes.

Evan came stumbling into the room, eyes wide. “What happened? Is he here?”

“You fucking retards! Did you even leave the fucking house, Evan? Jon is in the fucking bathtub! You guys were in the bathtub and you thought you were in the fucking river? Are you fucking kidding me? I got out of bed for this?” Luke was infuriated.

It was like Evan didn’t even hear him though, because he ran straight to Jonathan’s side and cupped his face. “I was so worried about you. I thought I had lost you forever. We are never smoking again, okay? Our sex life is perfect, babe.”

“I…Evan, why am I in the bathtub?”

Luke stormed out of the bathroom and to his car. He really hated his friends sometimes.

When he woke up the next morning, it was from a text from Jonathan.

From Delirious: Sorry about last night. XD Also, the sex afterwards was great. You should really try it.

Luke threw his phone across the room and went back to bed.

A Little Lost

This is an incredibly embarrassing, self-indulgent piece that I apologize for in advance. It’s nothing bad. I just like to write angsty things involving nature and if it were up to me I’d write this kind of thing all the time. This has Spring and bicycles, and it was inspired by this song, A Little Lost by Sufjan Stevens (which happens to be a cover of a song by Arthur Russell). I’m not any longer posting whole stories/chapters/anything like that, but go ahead and click the link above the image.

It really is just a lot of sap. I’m sorry. 

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