for all the grammar nazis out there

It Started With A Kiss

Summary: All the ways Dean loves to kiss you

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1018

Warnings: All the fluff

A/N: I’m actually super proud of this! Thanks to my grammar nazi and my poetic friend @idreamofhazel


A kiss is the most powerful thing a man can say. When Dean kisses you, he kisses you with such passion and fervor, like he can’t get enough out of you, like you’re going to slip away at any moment. Each kiss tells you something different. That’s the thing about Dean, he has an appreciation for a woman’s body like no other man you have met before.

When he first kissed you, it was by surprise. You had no idea Dean was even remotely attracted to you. You had been hunting with him and Sam for years and the man never once made a pass at you. But when he kissed you, there was no doubt in your mind that Dean Winchester loved you. The kiss wasn’t just a sign of attraction, it was a proclamation of his love. The kiss was full of confidence; confidence that you were the one for him, that you would fill the hole inside his heart. It only took one kiss for you both to know that was it, that was your last first kiss.

In the morning, his kisses are lazy, peppered all over your face, like he has all the time in the world. He kisses any exposed skin, your shoulder, your neck, your thighs. It’s as if he spent too much time away from you, even if he dreamt of you all night. He kisses you until your eyes open and you turn towards him to capture his lips with yours.

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My Opinion on the Zodiacs
  • Aries: Crazy bitches; lovable but god sometimes it's hard. Don't know whether they are about to yell or cry.
  • Taurus: Super awesome great perfect. A lottle materialistic, kind of stubborn, and makes friends when they are given food.
  • Gemini: I love Gemini's. Complicated on the outside, simpler on the inside. Don't talk about feelings bc they have so much they couldn't possibly describe.
  • Cancer: The perfect parent. Caring, protective, but catch onto and don't put up with bullshit. Usually funny and already know their zodiac sign
  • Leo: These fireballs go from gentle warmth, nurturing the Earth, to damn near roasting it in a second. Emotional, and yet deny emotion. Usually fun and flirty.
  • Virgo: The nerd friend who gets most of what they know from books or other people. Plays an instrument, reads the instructions but substitutes something different if they know better.
  • Libra: Not as balanced as you may think, they search for it more than find it. Indecisive and patient; hard to frustrate. Loves to care for people and will often sacrifice even needlessly.
  • Scorpio: Also emotional, but has no trouble hiding it. Come in a wide variety and it's often hard to point one out. If you want to get close to a Scorp be ready to be more open than them.
  • Saggitarius: The party guy of the zodiacs. Likes to have fun, go on adventures, and take risks. Never holds a grudge, and is usually an open book.
  • Capricorn: The perfect blend of capri-sun and corn. Maybe you like it maybe you don't. That is all.
  • Aquarius: Argumentative grammar Nazi's who can never keep an opinion to themselves. Some how still lovable. Frustrating yet funny.
  • Pisces: All you sweethearts out there, a thumbs up to you. If you've been hurt, it's okay to take a break but remember who you are.
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Alright, I had a post on Instagram displaying my treasure trove of Japanese language learning books. I wanted to show off a few of them and talk about all of them. The first photo displays them all (tumblr limited me to 10 photos only, so I’ll discuss some of them without photos, sorry!). Starting from the bottom of the pile:

1. Kanji Power by Tuttle. It’s what you think it is, a kanji workbook. It has a kanji, a mnemonic, some space to practice writing, on'yomi, kun'yomi, stroke order, and some vocabulary/phrases. It has some kanji not covered in my other kanji books.

2. If You Teach Me Japanese, I’ll Teach You English. It’s a strange little book and it’s taking me a while to get the hang of it, but this book was written specifically for language exchanges. Each lesson is done first in Japanese, then again in English. You and your partner serve as the “teacher” in your native language, while you practice that language. So I would read through as the instructor in the English lesson and guide my partner with the scripted dialogues, helping them along the way so that they learn English. They would do vice versa for me with the Japanese. I got this one specifically to aid me in exchanging my language with my partners. They do great with the Japanese and I needed guidance on how to help them with English. So this one isn’t really to learn Japanese, it’s to help me exchange with my Japanese friends.

3. Japanese Step by Step. This is one of the few books that focuses on teaching you SPEAKING Japanese. Most of my books help in reading, writing and I’m having to supplement with Memrise and YouTube for listening and speaking. This book has very easy to understand lessons, starting with syllables not syllabaries. Shows you in English what they’re trying to teach you in Japanese. So it’s almost like learning in parallel, I’m not explaining it well. It’s a really good book, you should just check it out.

4. Beginning Japanese by Yale University Press. This was originally my Dad’s book that he used to teach himself Japanese since he was being stationed there (way back in ye olden days). He very kindly gave it to me. This book also focuses on SPEAKING Japanese, not reading or writing in it. As such, it’s entirely in romaji! Not ideal, but if you just want to focus on speaking the language, this is a good place to start. Very thorough.

5. Reading Japanese by Yale University Press. Same authors as book #4, but not originally my Dad’s. Since this one is focused on READING (hence the title of the book), it is not in entirely in romaji. Whew! What a relief. I just got it today, so I have no feedback other than, I wanted both of these books together. It’s kind of like an entire course at your fingertips.

6. Japanese Kanji for Beginners by Tuttle. Covers JLPT N5 & N4. This is my primary Kanji workbook. I LOVE it. It’s set up pretty much the same as Kanji Power, it has exercises after each lesson so you can practice what you learned. The Kanji Power has the same things, but after a certain number of kanji have been introduced, instead of after each individual lesson. So they differ that way and in that they have different kanji. This book is specifically for JLPT N5/4 whereas Kanji Power is about expanding your kanji.

7. A Japanese Reader by Tuttle (notice the theme?). Pictures 2-4 are about this book. I cannot say enough nice things about this book! The book is split in two; open it like we open all books in the Western Hemisphere and it’s lessons starting with hiragana, open the book the other way and it’s all the reading lessons: from top to bottom and right to left! It’s so cool! The first few elementary readings aren’t actual sentences. They’re just to get you accustomed to the style of reading and the syllabaries (this is where I’m at). The readings get way more advanced though and are excerpts from Japanese literature, some fictional and some non-fictional.

8. A History of Japan. This is another one of Dad’s book that he is lending to me (sadly I don’t get to keep it). I haven’t read it yet but I’m looking forward to it. Granted, it has nothing to do with the language itself, but who here has learned a language without learning anything about the culture, history, and society of the country that speaks the language? Half the point of learning a language is to learn the history and culture of the target language’s country. So I have a book on Japan’s history to supplement the language learning.

9. A Dictionary of Japanese Food by Tuttle. Pictures 5 & 6 are of this book. Just as I stated in the above book, it’s important to know the culture and history of the place whose language you are learning. The “Japanese Kanji for Beginners” book had an exercise in the first lesson involving food. One of the dishes stood out to me because I had no clue what it was “shabu-shabu.” I still don’t know what it is, but now I have a dictionary so I can look it up! If ever I learn how to cook Japanese food, shabu-shabu will be very near the top of the list of things to make and try. The back of the book has some appendices on chopsticks, some ingredients of Japanese food, and food etiquette.

10. The Handbook of Japanese Verbs (picture 7). Verbs seem to be the guts of a sentence in Japanese so I figured it’d be important to learn them a little more in depth than my grammar book goes into. Besides explaining verbs, it has exercises to practice!

11. All About Particles (picture 8). Much like the verb book above, this is all about particles (another very important part of the Japanese language) and also has exercises to help you grasp the concepts. Goes in depth about the particles and actually has sentences in Japanese, literal translations, and English translations. It’s very thorough.

12. Japanese Coursebook by Living Language. Akin to the Yale University Press books that I covered earlier, this book is a complete course for learning how to SPEAK Japanese. As such, it is entirely in romaji but is set up different than the Yale books and has different vocabulary. I use them in conjunction with each other, so that I get the most vocabulary overall.

13. Japanese Grammar by Barron. Pictures 9 & 10 are of this book. This is my absolute favorite book out of them all. Besides being pocket-sized so I can take it just about anywhere with me, it’s a grammar book. I’m not a Grammar Nazi, I’m a Grammarian (one who studies grammar [on purpose]). I read grammar books for my native English and I greatly enjoy grammar for Ancient Greek too (my first foreign language and first true love). All the other books focus on a particular portion of grammar, or the writing system, or speaking. I wanted a book that focused entirely on grammar since I’ve heard it’s so vastly different from English (it’s not THAT different guys). As you can see in the very last picture, the book is printed in two colors. I cannot begin to express how wonderful this is for me. I have Scotopic Sensitivity Syndrome (SSS or 3S) and basically what that means is, my eyes don’t work right (duh). They don’t pick up all the wavelengths of light that they’re supposed to. So some colors (and light sources) are harder for me to see and make me very sick trying to look at them. It seems like I have dyslexia but it’s not my brain, it’s just my eyes suck. The added color is much easier on my eyes than all black print on white pages (college was nightmare, in case you wondered).

Last book,

14. Kanji Starter 1. Not a lesson book at all! It has 200 kanji and is essentially a book of mnemonics for them. I use it as a catalog and mark the kanji I’ve mastered from other sources in this book. I also use it as a quick reference when I get suddenly forget a kanji I’ve already learned. That way I don’t have to find the right lesson book and track it down. I got this kanji book before any of the others and it served as the introduction to what i was getting myself into. It made the kanji seem so not scary that by the time I picked up a workbook, kanji was beautiful, logical, and fun. No fear!

Sorry this was so long. I’m on a mobile device so I can’t do the nice “keep reading” breaks or formatting. So it’s just a really long, darn post. But now you know of 14 books you can use for Japanese learning! Also, quick note, all of the books with bar code stickers on them were all purchased form the same site.

ThriftBooks.com has so many books, including rare ones, old, ones, and textbooks, for a fraction of the price. I looked up some of my Tuttle books, one of them was like $19.95 normally (without shipping and tax). On ThriftBooks I got it for $3.50! If your total purchase is over $10 shipping is entirely free too. So if you’re looking for language resources, a new novel, or you’re in college and need textbooks, check the site out because it might save you a boat-load of money.

elizabethan-ho  asked:

I get really triggered whenever people mention the Holocaust. It's even worse when it's as a joke or using the terms out of context because it feels like no one cares about it anymore. A few months ago I had to cuddle with my roommate for an hour because every time I closed my eyes I saw Hitler or Nazis marching toward me. This was set off by someone calling me a grammar Nazi. I don't know how to stop it because people won't tag things like that as Holocaust mention. I get so scared.

I think most people who aren’t Jewish or Romani fail to understand just how terrifying and traumatic Nazi and Holocaust imagery and language can be to us. The use and abuse of Nazis terminology out of context is incredibly frustrating because it shows that many people treat them as no more real than Orcs or Zombies. Unfortunately, Nazis are very real and Nazi imagery and language can cause all sorts of intense reactions. Once someone said “Sieg Heil” to me as a joke when I criticized something they liked and I was so furious I had to leave the room to stop myself from breaking something. Nazis aren’t a hypothetical to me. They killed my grandparents’ entire families. I’m conditioned to read Nazi imagery and language as mortal threats. This is why I tell people to stop using the terms “Grammar Nazi” or “PC Gaming Master Race” or anything else that trivializes Nazi evil as merely being obnoxious. The problem with Nazis wasn’t that they were condescending, the problem with the Nazis is that they were genocidal mass murderers.

Here I am.

  • Anna, 16, California
  • Currently (unwillingly) in maximum security prisio—er, high school. But I plan on going into Aviation. You know, defying gravity and all that.
  • Hobbies include reading, writing, singing, playing guitar, generally fangirling all over the place, ruling the world, debating about pointless topics, being a grammar nazi, and generally being annoying and sarcastic.
  • Favorite book is 1984. And Sherlock Holmes. And the Hobbit. And—well, hundreds more. Favorite movie… ooh, probably LOTR.
  • Favorite Slytherin…Snape. Easily.
  • Most obvious Slytherin trait…hmm…Well, I do love a good debate, and will logic the heck out of everyone. I’m rather ambitious as well.
  • That’s about it. Talk to me. Really. 

Sweet people of tumblr, if you see a typo or a glaring grammatical clusterfuck in a fic, please don’t be the pedantic annoying wanker that comments just to point out the mistake and say nothing else. It’s annoying at the best.

If you want to comment on a mistake, please say something about the story, even if it’s as generic as “I really enjoyed your story”. Then, add a little anaesthetic “as I was reading I noticed this line/word,” and then make your *suggestion*, because that’s all your pointing it out is, “and I think you might have meant….”

Don’t be the annoying grammar nazi that takes the time to comment something like “2nd chapter, 4th paragraph. Sooth: to calm, tranquillise. Soot: dusty residue leftover from fire” and nothing else! This person wrote a story, about a topic you might enjoy and all you take the time to point out is a mistake? Dude, no. Bad (n)etiquette

As a writer I appreciate people telling me I screwed up somewhere, but just be nice about it. Especially in long fics, revising those is haaaard and neither me nor my beta are pros at this (we just enjoy fic probably as much as you do).

This has been a ranty PSA, thank you so much for reading.

anonymous asked:

Do you realize that spell check on your phone changes words you spell correctly into the different form of the word? Do you realize that? Or do I have to explain fully the reason why my phone changed roles to rolls. Or do I have to explain my dyslexia and adhd too and explain why things like that fly over my head when I do do that. Seriously guys, chill the fuck out. Y'all know what I meant, good god. This is pagans Uncensored not grammar Nazis uncensored.

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Ted the Animator: “Um, Carl… you do remember what the series we’re making is called, right?

Carl the Animator: “Huh? Yeah, I think, why?”

Ted the Animator: “…then why did you make the trumpets say ‘All-Star Laugh-A-Lympics?’”

Carl the Animator: “Beeeeecause that’s what the show’s name is?

Ted the Animator: “…no.”

Carl the Animator: “…huh?”

Ted the Animator: “Pan right a little on the frame. The background already says *Laff*-A-Lympics, not *Laugh*-A-Lympics. That’s the official name, remember?”

Carl the Animator: “I… vaguely recall that.”

Ted the Animator: “Good. Well, now we need to re-”

Carl the Animator: “Wait!“

Ted the Animator: “…yes?”

Carl the Animator: “Wasn’t it actually called *Scooby’s* All-Star Laff-A-Lympics?”

Ted the Animator: “…oh, crap, I totally forgot about the ‘Scooby’s’ part.”

Carl the Animator: “Ah.” 

Ted the Animator: “I’ll, uh… draw it again, so it’ll be right the second time the trumpets are shown.”

*15 minutes later*

Carl the Animator: “…wait, wasn’t it supposed to be *Scooby’s*, not *Scooby?*”

Ted the Animator: “Well-…”

Carl the Animator: “…”

Ted the Animator: “I-…”

Carl the Animator: “…yes?”

Ted the Animator: “…ok, Carl, it’s like this. Option A, we fix it, take forever, and draw it all out a third time.”

Carl the Animator: “Yeah?”

Ted the Animator: “Option B… we just leave it because no one will ever notice, punch out early, and go get tacos.”

Carl the Animator: “…all things considered, I think I like option B more.”

Ted the Animator: “I’m glad we’re on the same page, Carl.”

anonymous asked:

Lmfaoo when the famous IHs shipper writes a post about u:"pretending to ship ishihime after outwardly admitting she hated orihime wah wah wah!" And can't tell the difference of liking a character and KNOWING about how Flawed ori.hime is and disliking her as a whole.

I’ve been mulling over this ask for a while, tbh.

Firstly, anon, thank you for bringing the vaguing to my attention, and secondly–

Yikes.


Anon, this blogger has been a constant lurker on my blog, it seems. We’ve got a fan, u guys. We’ve got….a Tru Follower. Goddamn. Her search/mizulily comes up with some pretty interesting shit–

Okay, no, actually.

You know what?

She namedropped me, so I might as well show her the same damn courtesy, what do you think?

Salt, Drama, Screenshots galore, and me being every bit the hypocritical hatemongerer that many, many seem to believe I am–

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1D Preference #4 - High School Sweethearts

ZAYN: Walking out of your history class, your hands formed into small fists to rub your bleary eyes as you continued your trek to your next class before literally colliding into an obstacle with broad shoulders and the faint smell of familiar cologne that alerted you of his presence. Removing your hands from obstructing your view, you softly smiled at your boyfriend, offering a sleepy “Hi” before attempting to burrow your face into his chest to relieve yourself of the trouble of having to stand upright. He chuckled, jostling your head in the process, while stroking the side of your cheeks, “Judging from the zipper marks pressed against your face, I’m assuming you fell asleep in history…again.” Adopting a pseudo-offended expression and tone, you looked up to glare at Zayn. “We can’t all be history buffs like you. Rather than mock me you should be pitying me. I had to use my backpack as a pillow.” Crinkling his nose in amusement, he swung his arm against your shoulder allowing you to rest the weight of your frame against his as he directed both bodies towards your next class. “Is this the part where I’m meant to be loving? If I were there babe, I would’ve offered you my arms to fall asleep in.” Ignoring his small yelp as you gently pinched his side in soft reprimandment, you falsely dubbing the olive skinned boy cradling you to his side as the “Worst boyfriend ever”, a fact that both of you knew not to be true. The pair of you careened in unison to avoid the plethora of other students crowding the halls as you continued the conversation. “Anyways, since I basically passed out in class today, can I borrow your notes from that class earlier today? Y’know Ms. Lebold doesn’t change the lesson plan from class to class and I’m really going to need to study for the upcoming test.” Rolling his eyes in mock humor, he muttered, “I know you only dated me for my notes,” before beginning to rummage through his backpack for the specific set of papers that you requested. His nimble fingers expertly dodging through his worn paintbrushes and stacks of comics which he often placed in front of his math textbooks during class, he extracted his hand with the papers and handed them to you. “Anyways, Niall’s having yet another party tonight. You fancy going?” he asked, not knowing that his inquiry fell to deaf ears as you were intently staring at his notes with an unreadable expression. “Babe,” he persisted in an attempt to regain your attention, “You listening? Why are you so focused on my notes? Did I miss a punctuation of some sort, you grammar Nazi?,” before abandoning his joking tone to one with laced with seriousness and a hint of worry, “Okay seriously, you’re kind of scaring me. What’s so fascinating?” Shaking yourself out of stupor, you bit your lip to stop the formation of the smile that threatened to overtake your face. “It’s nothing much,” you assured him, “It’s just…you doodled quite a bit on these notes.” Regarding you with caution, he slowly spoke, “I do that with all my notes. Why is that such a surprise?” Shrugging your shoulders in an attempt to portray nonchalance, you respond, “Oh nothing. It’s just that you doodled my name, quite a bit actually. Decorated it with hearts and such. Except it seems you wrote my last name wrong seeing as how Y/N Malik is etched all over these papers.” Unable to hide the blush that presented itself in a pink hue, Zayn scrambled to snatch the papers from your grasp as you maneuvered away from his fingertips. “No way,” you laughed, “there is no way you’re getting these back. I think I might just keep them forever.” Stammering, he explained, “It’s nothing! I just happened to be bored in class – you should know all about that – and it was just some idle doodling.” Kissing his cheek to soothe the burning blush that still adorned his cheeks, you offered him some comforting words, “Remember how I said you were the worst boyfriend ever? Well, you just might be the best.”

LOUIS: “And, I don’t know, I feel that he’s just a really underrated character in the novel due to his brilliance.” You finished, as you just inputted a response to a question your English teacher has thrown to the class, your heart pounding a bit faster than the norm from having eyes stare at you. “Great answer Y/N,” he stated in approval, “you should think about speaking out more in class.” Smiling to yourself, you lowered your head to stare at your desk once again, thinking about what was just said. You knew it to be true that you were quiet during class, but your shyness definitely outweighed any opinions that you may have to share over topics that were discussed. Mentally drawing out of the discussion taking place in class, you resumed your prior task of creating absent-minded drawings over the cover of your notebook, shading in drawings and scribbling random lyrics that wound into your head. Taking a break from your artwork, you lifted your head from the back of the room once again and halfheartedly accessed you’re the actions of your fellow classmates, most of which were either sleeping or struggling to keep their eyes open. As your eyes continued their scan around the room, you were greeted with the sight of Louis Tomlinson looking straight at you, his sea-green eyes boring into yours with such intensity that you were forced to lean your head forward, allowing your hair to shield your face from his gaze and to hide the blush that was overtaking your cheeks. Intimidation restricted you from looking up once again to see if he was still staring as you silently pondered over why he was doing so. Deducing his gaze to one of coincidence or boredom, you decided not to indulge in fantasies of having Louis Tomlinson, upperclassmen, class clown, and popularity extraordinaire, actually looking at you with purpose. You were so intent on looking up again, that you almost missed the ringing of the bell signaling the end of class. Hastily gathering your belonging, you shoved them into your cluttered bag before straightening up to exit the room but your plan was foiled by a lanky frame blocking the aisle. Looking up to identify the body in your way that was stopping you from reaching the door, your eyes widened as you were greeted with the face of none other than Louis himself, smiling without a care in the world, as if he wasn’t completely invading your personal space and threatening the pristine condition of your record of perfect attendance. “Hi!” he chirped, his body rocking on his feet, swaying from heel to toe as if he was filled with so much adrenaline, he couldn’t be bothered to be still. Contrasted against your small height, his towering figure loomed in front of you, forcing you to choke out an unsure greeting in response. “Hi? Was there something you needed?” Smiling even wider, if possible, to the sound of your voice, Louis reached out to clasp your hands with his. “I’m Louis. I sit across the room in that desk right there. Remind me again what your name is?” “Y/N?” you offered unsurely. His smile never faltering, he continued, “Well Y/N, you have a very lovely voice. You should let people hear it more often.” Blushing at his words, you managed to admit, “I don’t do so well with public speaking.” “No shame in that love,” he responded, “How are you with one on one conversations?” Without a breath he continued, “I’m sure I can do enough talking for the both of us but I’d really like for you to get some thoughts in as well. Mind if I walk you to your next class?” Flustered and baffled by his incessant commentary and request, you could do nothing but nod, wondering if you dreaming. “Great!” he exclaimed, before grabbing your books and extending his arm out for you to take, “Shall we?”

NIALL:  The sound of a throat being cleared caused you to lift your head, your eyes regretfully tearing away from the book you were currently reading. Smiling at the blonde haired boy staring back at you, you pulled out the empty chair beside you while saying, “Funny. You look a lot like my boyfriend. But my boyfriend has never willingly set foot in the library. Besides, he has a science class right now so you couldn’t be him.” Taking the seat next to you, he threw you a playfully withering look along with a sarcastic reply. “You’re hilarious,” he stated while flashing you a thin wooden bookmark that he held, the well-known symbol of the bathroom pass. Pausing to embrace his lips with yours, you pulled away to joke, “I know you’re a bit confused but this isn’t the bathroom.” Disdainfully sniffing his nose in mock offence, he retorted “See if I ever sneak out of class to see you ever again. All you do is insult me.” Pushing your chair against the resistant carpet clad floor, you drew yourself nearer to Niall and nuzzled your face into his neck, his arms encircling your frame almost immediately as his chin dove to rest atop your hair. His hand rubbed loving circles on your back as you inhaled the aroma of Niall, a hint of the cologne you gifted him for his past birthday mixed with the slight scent of musk that all boys seemed to possess. “So what are you doing here?” you asked, you voice breaking the silence as you slightly pulled away in order to be heard. Straightening his body, he responded, “Right. You almost made me forget why I came here. You know how excited I am to be actually playing at the game tonight, rather than sitting on the bench?” Nodding your head in response, he continued, “You’re gonna be there, right? I’m really going to need you there. If we lose, it’ll literally be your entire fault because I won’t be able to focus if you’re not there.” Laughing to cut off his rambling, you answered, “Yes, I’ll be there. Just like I’ve been there for all the previous games. Just like I’ll be there for all the future games.” Slightly blushing, he muttered, “Well, I’m just making sure.” He continued, “The reason I’m asking is because I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind wearing something for me.” Narrowing your eyes in suspicion, you stated, “If the next words out of your mouth are lingerie, I swear to God Niall, I –“ “No!” he exclaimed, his hands pressed against his chest in offense, “What kind of guy do you take me for?” You responded with a knowing look before he pressed on, “It’s just – Well the team and I just received our jackets today. You know the varsity jackets, the one with our names on the back exclusively for football players?” Once again you nodded. “Well, I was wondering if you’d wear mine. For the rest of the day and during the game. I need to establish the fact that you’re mine because I swear if one of my teammates try to flirt with you one more time, I’ll scream. Besides, I need to be focused on the game. I can’t be distracted with the fact that some punk might be trying to chat up my girl.” Smiling at his absurdity, you laughed, “First of all, Harry hardly counts. He flirts with literally everyone. And secondly? I’d love to wear your jacket despite the fact that it’s quite warm outside. How else am I meant to let the other girls in the stands screaming your name know that you’re mine?” Leaning his forehead to rest against yours, he breathed out a sigh of content, “I’m glad we’ve got that settled.”

HARRY: After a near solid two months of laying low, Harry Styles had the entire school in a confused daze wondering why he was actually making a habit of showing up to class and doing work. Some students could swear they actually spotted him in the library studying for an upcoming test, no weapon threatening him at gunpoint serving as an incentive to do so. The receptionist in the principal’s office found herself to be quite lonely seeing as the chair that Harry spent a majority of the year occupying was now left abandoned and she found herself in a room adorned with ill-chosen wallpaper and an atmosphere that seemed lacking without the presence of a certain curly haired trouble-maker with dimples that made her blush far too often for a married woman of her age to be considered appropriate. The principal himself spent his lunch break pondering why he felt less needed around the school, given the fact that Harry hadn’t been sent to his office with the need to be dealt with. Even you, laying low on the school social status, noticed the odd behavior of your notorious classmate, pondering the same questions briefly before getting distracted by more pressing matters. And through all the rumors that funneled from ear to ear and questioning gazes that burned holes into his back, Harry strutted through the crowded halls as if nothing was out of the ordinary, as if it was normal to walk into class minutes before the bell rang, to be seen taking notes, and to actually participate in class discussions. Questions continuously formed and even more rumors were created, becoming more bizarre than the last, but Harry offered no answer and soon, his irregular behavior became old news in lights of new pressing information (such as the fact the Louis Tomlinson, the popular senior, was now dating the quiet underclassmen that sat in the back of his class in English). Abandoning the topic much like the rest of your classmates, you were walking to your car after another grueling day of schoolwork, eager to plop you backpack into the passenger seat in order to relieve you shoulder of the pain of carrying several textbooks. “Y/N! Have you got a minute?” Whirling around, you attempted to soothe out our incredulous expression as you watched the infamous figure of Harry Styles hurrying towards you. Completely curious and clueless as to what he could possibly want, you shifted your weight from one foot to another as the approached you, stopping to stand in front of you to offer you a bright smile, one which you returned with bewilderment. “Hi Harry. Did you need something?” you asked, coming to the conclusion he wasn’t going to initiate the conversation as he continued to stand before you with a lack of words. His eyes clouded with an unreadable expression, he seemed to shake himself out of a stupor before breaking his silence, “Right, of course. I need to ask you something.” Raising his arm to scratch the back of his neck, exuding an aura of hesitance, his shirt lifted up along with his arms offering you a nice view of tattoos splayed across his muscled torso. Fighting to tear your eyes away, you managed to ask, “And what is it that you’d like to ask me?” Letting out a breath that almost seemed nervous, he suddenly became entranced with his feet and the ground beneath them, refusing to let his eyes meet with yours. “Um, I know that you, much like everyone else, have been wondering why I’ve been out of trouble lately, right?” Still in a state of confusion, you treaded cautiously, “Can’t lie and say I haven’t. What about it?” Letting out an audible gulp, he lifted his head and straightened out his posture. “I’d like you to know why that is. You see, I’ve had a couple of misdemeanors on my school record, to say the least. And I was told that if I were to step out of line one more time, then I would be banned from attending any school-related functions.” You couldn’t fathom why this would cause a behavioral change in Harry considering you never once saw him at a school play or football game but you nodded in encouragement anyway, convincing him to reach his point. “Well, the reason that I really didn’t want that to happen is because, I don’t know if you know, but the school dance is coming up. And I’m really looking forward to that dance. And the reason for that is I was wondering if maybe…you were willing to accompany me to that dance?” Taken aback by his request and oddly formal tone, your eyes widened and you managed to sputter out an eloquent response of “What?!” “Look, I understand if you already have a date. I’m stupid for thinking you didn’t. I just would never forgive myself if I didn’t try,” he explained, his feet already backtracking as if he couldn’t escape any sooner. “No wait!” you unnecessarily half shouted, “I wasn’t expecting you to ask me that. I wasn’t saying no.” Curling his lips into a smile, his dimples were made present as he asked, “Wait so, it that a yes?” Fighting to stop a smile of your own, you softly replied, “That’s a hell yes. I’d love to go with you.”

LIAM: The stadium lights shined with a brilliant force, as if the inanimate watts were aware of how much importance the current game held, the game that was simultaneously the one that determined which team would be able to play in the championship as well as the one which you boyfriend was starring in as the quarterback. Shielding your eyes from said light, you continued to watch the game from the stands, your eyes locked on Liam’s broad frame. You were the epitome of anxious, your frame held upright by the tips of your toes, your hair wildly curved around your eyes, tangled from the blistering winds and your nails poised in front of your mouth as nail biting was a bad habit of yours. Time seemed to slow as the final moments of the games approached and all eyes were on Liam, football in hand, legs pushing against the ground with all of his combined force and agility, the area for a touchdown looming in front of him. As there were literally seconds left in the game, you shut your eyes in anticipation. Holding your breath, you held into the railing, clutching with all your might. Your spell was broken by a thunderous sound, the sound of cheers elicited from the audience surrounding you. Opening your eyes, your thoughts that Liam had scored were confirmed as the crowd jumping up and down in excitement and the scoreboard proudly proclaimed that the home team had won by four points. Jumping up and clapping your hands in glee, your eyes frantically scoured the field for your boyfriend finally finding him surrounded by his teammates, whom were all approaching him one by one and preparing to engulf him to a group hug by hurling their body onto his. It was at that moment that his eye found yours, his familiar almost audible to you despite the vast distance. You knew how nervous he was about this game as he had divulged his anxious feelings to you earlier and you were honestly relieved that there was nothing to worry about. Making sure you still had his attention, you blew him a kiss. Marinating eye contact, he pointed his finger unmistakably at you before he shouted words that you weren’t able to hear but were able to decipher. “That was for you! That was all for you!” he was able to convey before disappearing under the growing bodies of his exuberant and equally sweaty teammates piling on top of his. You heart seemed to grow two sizes bigger at his words as you raced to the stairs, now eager to reach your victorious boyfriend. Seemingly having the same idea, Liam also had managed to escape the clutches of his team and was making his way towards you. Running into the field, you two midway as you all but leaped into his arms as he caught you effortlessly, holding you against his sweaty uniform. Spinning you around, he set you down on the ground but kept his arms tightly wound around your torso. His eyes conveyed his excitement and disbelief. “Can you believe it babe?” he shouted, his voice struggling to be heard amongst all the hollers of excitement. Rather than giving him a verbal answer, you awarded him with the first of many kissed that night if his victory.

Tertiary Si Ruined My Life (or made it better, I haven’t decided which yet).

Because Introverted Sensing is the tertiary cognitive function INTPs (and also INFPs). I believe that this function can be ignored or underrated. After all, it’s a part of us, and it makes up a section of how we think. So let’s take a look at it.

For the INTP, Si acts as the part of the brain that brings out the nostalgia in us. You know how it is, INTPs. Don’t pretend like you don’t. There’s that part of you that’s a traditionalist, that has to try to recreate the best out of your past. If you read my last post about beautiful things, it’s often your Si that’s responsible for wanting the sensory comfort.

It’s also the function that’s going to get you called a grammar Nazi. I blame my tertiary Si function for this completely. It’s that part of your brain that is the perfectionist. It’s the part of you that holds you back from telling people about your latest hobby until you’re really good at it.

In fact, Si may be the most difficult of the functions to live with. It nags at the back of your head, making you crave a particular smell or feel, or perhaps it makes you want to read a book that you read a few years ago. It brings up old memories and is that thing that makes us think up and tell stories that we already told people a couple of times. (That’s why INTPs are known for being the “Dad joke” type.)

It may seem annoying to have to deal with nostalgia and perfectionism, but there is something nice about having those neat little memories tucked away. While we’re constantly exploring and looking for new things and new ways to think, it is important that we have a function to slow us down and make us look back a little. We don’t want to stop moving forward, but it’s also a good idea to remember what’s behind us now and then.

The Lion and The Grammar Nazi

Dan and Phil have a conversation through writing notes on a desk.

Words: 2,000

Tags: highschool, teenagers, prompt fill

Prompt: @all-kings-will-fall I have a promp and idk where to send it to so: dan and Phil sit at the same desk but different periods of some class& and they talk to eachother by writing in the desk& it’s fluffy and cute.

(I’m not sure how fluffy and cute it is but I did the thing.)

   ~jay

*****

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In regards to the whole “Dylan O’Brien stole artifacts” thing...

Can I just say something?

FIRST OF ALL, (if you are familiar with the story) I am not condoning this in any way. I’m an Anthropology minor…you DO NOT steal shit from sites under ANY cercumstances. ESPECIALLY Native American sites. That’s, like, #1 on the list of archaeology/anthropology super no-no’s.

I just wanted to point out that, while what they did was wrong, when the media reported on it they said that Dylan “bragged” that “he” stole artifacts. As a Theater major and grammar nazi…this bothers me.

Dear media journalists, read a dictionary.

Brag: to say in a boastful manner.
-Boast: to talk with excessive pride and self-satisfaction about one’s achievements, possessions, or abilities.

When Dylan used the word “obviously” he used it from an actors standpoint. He didn’t mean “Well, obviously we took shit! We’re actors, we can do whatever we want!” What he meant (and what some people might not know) is that actors, models, and even music stars often take souvenirs from sets they work on. (Even your precious Taylor Swift has stolen shit. Google it.) Sometimes these things are gifted to them, and sometimes they take a prop or article of clothing as a souvenir. I’m not saying stealing is justified if you’re famous, I’m just saying that it is a thing that happens.

I say this because that one word is the reason that the media is blaming ALL OF THIS on Dylan O’Brien, essentially shooting the messenger, and ignoring the fact that Dylan had the balls to say something about it at all.

These Native American sites are looted by people all the time and a majority of these people aren’t caught. And if they ARE caught, chances are that the artifact has already been sold or handed off to a third party by this point, making the retrieval of the object that much harder to get back.

So Dylan actually helped in a way. I mean, the whole thing could have been avoided if no one stole anything in the first place…But now we know that a select number of people in this crew stole artifacts AND since we know this, these artifacts can be returned.

Which is why I don’t really like that Dylan is getting all this backlash like HE is the one that stole ALL THE THINGS. Even if he did take something, I don’t know what it is…it could be an artifact, it could be a rock or a pebble. Which have two VERY DIFFERENT punishments. It’s like the difference between hundreds of thousands of dollars/jail and a slap on the wrist. I don’t even know if he took anything.

All I DO know is that SOME PEOPLE from this crew stole things they were not supposed to and the media is pinning all the blame on the guy that had the guts and maturity to tell someone that it happened.

Do you understand the brass balls it takes to do something like that? The backlash he could get from directors, studios, actors, and/or producers, for telling people that this happened? If he didn’t have a solid foothold on his role in Teen Wolf this could have been a career ending move for any lesser known actor. I mean, who would want to hire the ‘tattletale’?

So with this in mind, I would like to commend Dylan on his bravery for telling us that this happened.

…but also, if he stole something, if he could please return that thing and be punished accordingly. Because, as I said before, stealing isn’t justified if you’re famous.

So, there.

*awkwardly steps down from soapbox*

srs shout out to non native english speakers on the internet, especially the writers - like they’re fluent in their own language AND fluent in my language too, and usually they’re all like meh my english sucks and i’m like wait you’re not ??? english?? like your spelling is perfect ??? and some of you write like fucking gaiman ??? and my inner grammar nazi loves you because your english is better than most of the stuff i read in emails every goddamn day ??? and when i do see you making mistakes i think they’re typos or momentary brain absences because like your english is better than mine and i don’t just live it, i studied it and was thinking of making a career out of it??? and meanwhile there’s me being proud i can just about ask where the train station is in spanish.

i would tag some of you bastards but fuck i can’t even tell you’re not a native speaker until you casually mention your other language(s!!).