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Levels of the ‘80s fantribe, v.2

Bands italicized denote that if you like them then you are AUTOMATICALLY that level and you relate to me in some way.

level 1 - generic ‘you tried’ 80s fan

Duran Duran, Wham!/George Michael, a-ha, Depeche Mode, Madonna, Michael Jackson

level 2 - not as generic but still

Adam Ant, Tears for Fears, The Police, Spandau Ballet, Kajagoogoo, Blondie, Thompson Twins, The Cure

level 3 - good

Pet Shop Boys, Eurythmics, Madness, ABC, The Bangles, INXS, Wang Chung, Kate Bush

level 4 - hard boiled

The Human League, New Order, Ultravox, Visage, Men At Work, Men Without Hats, Nik Kershaw, Howard Jones, The Buggles, Soft Cell, Go West, The Dream Academy, Kids In The Kitchen

level 5 - ASCENDED

Split eNZ, The Cars, XTC, The Specials, The (English/British) Beat, The Selecter, Devo, The Pretenders, The B-52s, The Jam, The Stranglers, Big Audio Dynamite, Blancmange, Elvis Costello, Talking Heads, Fine Young Cannibals

level 6 - WOW U R SUCH A NERD

Level 42, Pseudo Echo, Icehouse, Yaz(oo), Bow Wow Wow, OMD, A Flock Of Seagulls, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Haircut 100, Heaven 17, NKOTB, Roxette, Simple Minds, The Fixx, Cutting Crew


Scritti Politti, The Associates, Lipps Inc., Johnny Hates Jazz, Martha & The Muffins, Models, Breathe, Living In A Box, Mike + The Mechanics, Pel Mel, ART OF NOISE, King, Big Pig, Curiosity Killed The Cat, Bros, Captain + Tennille



ENTJ-  You scare me. You are such and incredible leader, how do you do that?? But also I hate authority and feel a need to disagree with you at every turn because you’re so bossy. You’re not as cool as you think you are, but you’re almost as cool as you think you are and that’s pretty damn cool. Be my friend.

ENTP- Fuckin’ chill out you memelord. You’re either coasting through life or putting WAY to much effort into shit. You’re a bit of a narcissistic fuck but you’re still my favourite type (*coughs*). You’re too excitable and too much of a dick and you’re personality doesn’t make sense. Stop being mean to you’re friends. Learn to be more comfortable with emotions, it’ll be important later on in life. Be the friend that can cheer others up with jokes when they don’t really wanna talk about what’s wrong.

INTJ- You’re cool, you get shit done and you’re a bit of a supervillian. What’s not to love? You’re a rare bird. There aren’t many of you out there, but you are important. If you weren’t here, who else would the ENFP’s annoy? You’re a behind the scenes leader most of the time, pulling the strings from a safe (and smart distance) but you aren’t afraid to get you’re hands dirty. You’re good at shit.But don’t forget, you’re not superhuman. Remember other people have these pesky things called emotions, be wary of them STILL i want you to be proud of you’re inherent assholeness.

INTP-  Mad scientist. I’m constantly searching for your approval because of my unresolved daddy issues and it freaks me out. Yes, you are a daddy. Some of you have your heads shoved up a little too far in you’re own arse. Just because you’re introverted and intuitive and darn cold, does not make you better than others honey. Basically, you’re a condescending shit. But hey I still put you on this weird pedestal, so we’re both guilty. You’re the genius on tv shows that isn’t diagnosed but falls on the aspergers spectrum somewhere.


ENFJ-  Baby, I worship the ground you walk on. You are so cool, calm and controlled while still being awesome, enthusiastic and excitable. Don’t be my friend, date me. But stop trying to fix everything. Think about yourself a lil okay buddy, and use logic sometimes too. Actually scratch all that, you’re perfect, I love you.

ENFP-  You are a beautiful, annoying bastard. You’re too nice and I don’t feel comfortable making mean jokes at your expense (because you’d probably take it seriously and cry yourself to sleep), but you have effortless charm. Stop thinking about the individual and start thinking about the bigger picture, you’re not realistic. Be my friend, but not like close friend, y'know.

INFP-  Hello, the human equivalent of tumblr. Fuck. People either love you or hate you. I don’t know where I fall on that scale tbh. Sometimes you’re just a little too much honey, I’m not sensitive enough for you. Other times you are too precious for this world and I just wanna wrap you up in a blanket and protect you. I am strangely attracted to you despite how awkward you probably think you are. You have a lot of knowledge in that head of yours. Be that person I have a weird co-dependant relationship with, that really isn’t healthy but I can’t exactly live without you and I’m not sure why.

INFJ- Ah INFJ, I haven’t met many of you but BOY, are the ones I know pretentious. You’re one of the least common MBTI type, and you probably know and take pride in this. You’re good at reading people, I know, but you can just talk to me instead of analyse from a distance bud. You’re ultimately very cool and creative, a little bit of a know it all but it’s justified. You’re a sweet bundle of joy and I love you. Be my best friend. You’re good at being a friend. Really good.


ESFP-  I like you a lot kid, you remind me of a younger me. We shouldn’t get along but I love/envy you. You’re caring and you have a great childlike spirit. Make some art and ramble to me some more. I seriously appreciate you so much. You bring me back down to  the ‘now’ with you’re crazy impulsive attitude and caring demeanour. Just learn to listen to me a lil more when I tell you you’re thinking with you’re heart instead of you’re brain again. You do it a lot, buddy. Be my lover.

ESTP-  You’re cool man. You’re Ferris Bueler. You’re a salesman that’s constantly selling me on your personality. Look we get it, you’re good with one liners and you’re athletic and everyone loves you, but also hey, think about others you little sociopathic flirt. Also, sometimes people really DO know more than you, I know! Crazy. Be my Idol.

ISFP-  You probably reaallly like music. Chill out buddy, I don’t know much about you but you seem stressed and too fierce for ur adorable demeanour. I know you are your own individual beautiful creative person, you don’t need to tell me. People DO care about you, i know sometimes you doubt that, but you got this life in the bad. You’ll probably never grow out of your angsty teen years tbh but it’s okay, find yourself an ISFJ and you’ll be okay.

ISTP-  So you’re just as cool but less attainable, loner ESTP. You’re in control of your own everything but also out of control and mildly self destructive? Be the mysterious kid I rarely talk to, but everytime I do I fall in love with you a little bit.


ESFJ-  Hey there soldier. In the best case scenario, you’re cutie Monica Geller, that’s a lil anal and mildly manipulative but really! very! sweet!. In the worst case scenario you are literally my worst nightmare. Your the squad’s glue tho. Sometimes you offer a cool third perspective, but you over simplify things and don’t try to understand my crazy theories and that’s annoying. Learn to get over yourself a lil, stop playing the victim buddy and compromise. Be my friend in a few years when you learn to self reflect better.

ESTJ-  You’re a manipulative bitch. You’re so judgemental, you’re Rachel McAdams in Mean Girls. You’re pretty cool. Even more of a rampant psycho than ENTJ. I don’t like you all that much (and something tells me you don’t really care) but I respect you a LOT. Stay a safe distance away from me and please don’t judge me. You’re too savage.

ISFJ-  Hey my emo saviour. You understand everybody and nobody truly understands you. You’re the reliable Colin Firth that the world of Bridget Jones’s run to after their crazy escapades with Hugh Grant. Just remember to have standards baby, and don’t accept everyone that runs into you’re arms. You’re worth more than what most people are willing to give. Be my favourite sweet emotional little kid brother (even if you are female.)

ISTJ-  You say 'interesting’ a lot. If life were a tv show, you’d be a sassy little hate muffin that tumblr idolised that everyone would remark didnt get enough screen time. You’re all business and sometimes you should let down that gaurd fam :) Think about people a little bit more bud. I respect you. I’ll be your friend! But it will probably take three years to build up our relationship and it will probably be accidental, but im here for u anyway.

anonymous asked:

Do you have a rec list for Larry fics where one is rich and one is poor? 💙

- I roll and I roll, ‘til I change my luck : Or Louis is a bored, rich kid whose latest stunt got him arrested and forced to attend a fundraiser at an ice rink, Zayn is his unlucky partner in crime, Harry is the cute hospital volunteer who is having none of his attitude, Niall is the worst DJ in the world, and Liam is Leslie Knope.  (8k)

- You Drive Me Round The Bend : In which Louis is a spoilt rich kid who’s always on the phone while he drives and Harry is a struggling musician making his way down the mountain. It’s just a matter of time before they crash and burn. (77k)

- A Million One, A Million Two (a Hundred More Will Never Do)  : While Harry doesn’t want to spend his final year at Wilshire Academy sharing his space with yet another idiot roommate, he figures he could have ended up with a lot worse than Niall.  As the school’s newest scholarship student, Niall provides a fresh perspective on Harry’s privileged life, as well as a grounding presence when Harry’s other friends, Liam and Zayn, are acting like lunatics.  Most importantly, though, Niall introduces him to Louis, a cynical townie with zero interest in spending his time around entitled boarding school kids.   Convincing Louis that he’s more than a trust fund and a charming smile won’t be easy, but Harry’s never been one to back down from a challenge.    (42k)

- Emperor’s New Clothes : or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship. (92k)

- electing strange perfections  : Back for the summer from university, 19-year-old Louis is faced with a massive problem: their new gardener is quite possibly the most gorgeous man he’s ever met. Over the course of the summer, Louis and a 25-year-old Harry will learn that love can be found where you least expect it. (84k)

- The Meeting Place : Bakery working, university attending, empty pocketed Harry Styles loves words, quotes, and wooing the beautiful boy who hates blueberry muffins. Because falling in love is very easy when one is falling in love with Louis Tomlinson. (15k)

- Show me wealth, I’ll show your heart   : Or AU where Harry has more money than he can handle, Louis can’t handle not having any, and they both find out the greatest wealth isn’t countable. (30k)

The Host and Amy (pt. 2)

{Inspired by and dedicated to the Pun Master, @gwennyr. I’ve been dishing out a lot of heavy angst lately, so let’s calm things down a bit!}

A warm breeze ruffles Amy’s hair, and the sunlight dappling across the two of them through the leaves feels good on her skin. It’s the kind of day that can’t be spent indoors, the kind where the air is fresher, the grass is greener, and the sky is bluer.

“What is this?” the Host asks, raising a quizzical eyebrow. The beverage is cold in his hands, but if he’s right, the liquid inside is coffee. “Is it some form of witchcraft?”

Amy giggles uncontrollably and takes a sip of her own drink as she and the Host enjoy a peaceful walk through the park. The blind Ego leaves the library but rarely, and even rarer are the times that he leaves Ego Inc. But Amy thought it would be good to get him outside for a while after he started to look a little sickly. “It’s an iced, dark roast coffee, my favorite!”

The Host sniffs at it and makes a face. It isn’t a distasteful smell, but it’s so… different from what he’s used to. “Is it poisoned?”

Amy scoffs at him and pokes the Host in the side. “Oh, come on, you big baby. Just try it!”

Another moment passes as the Host takes time to gather his courage, and then, quickly—before he can change his mind—he takes a sip. He shudders and makes a face, “Ack, it’s terrible! How do you drink this?”

The golden-haired girl snorts and hugs her sides, laughing at the Host’s horrified expression. “I guess it’s a bit of an acquired taste!” She straightens and trades him his drink for a blueberry muffin. “Here, nobody hates blueberry muffins. They’re like manna from heaven.”

The Host smiles happily at the treat. “Oh, yes, I like these very much.” He pinches off a chunk and pops it into his mouth, sighing at the sweetness of it.

“So, you really like sweet things, huh?” Amy asks, pulling the Host a little bit closer so that he doesn’t walk into a small child drawing on the sidewalk. She’s noticed that when the Host isn’t narrating, that he needs more help to be aware of his surroundings.

The Host nods in agreement but stops when he feels something tug at his coat—which he wears in all weather. Amy and the Host turn to see—and sense—a small child looking up at the Host with wide, brown eyes. “What happened to your face?” the child asks, far too loudly for the Host’s liking.

“The small child did not realize they were a nuisance to the Host. They asked the question out of ignorance of its painful answer.” The Host backs up a few steps and trips over someone’s dog as they passed by. Amy lunges to catch him, but since the Host is so much heavier than her, they both end up sitting in the grass.

The little kid screams and runs away, and its only then that Amy notices that the Host’s bandages have slipped down from over his eyes—or rather, lack thereof. With one swift motion, the Host pulls the bandages back into place and gets up, walking swiftly away.

“Wait, Host!” Amy grabs what’s left of their spilled drinks and the smashed muffin, shoves them into a nearby trashcan, and runs after him. When she catches up to him she hears him narrating in third person, trying to find his way back to Ego Inc.

“The Host shouldn’t have left his library. Trouble always follows the Host wherever he goes, and he didn’t want to embarrass Miss Amy.” He won’t stop for her, even when Amy reaches for his arm. He shrugs her off and keeps going.

“Host, please, I’m not embarrassed! I’ve loved getting to spend the day with you,” Amy says as she wraps her arms around his middle in a hug. “You don’t have to come out of your library just for me. I only want to try to help you, that’s all.”

The Host sighs softly. He’s become more accustomed to Amy’s gentle hugs, and he knows that she means well. The Host softly places a hand over Amy’s. “The H… I am trying very hard to become accustomed to who I am now, but it is not easy.”

Amy takes a step back and tries to give the Host a reassuring smile. “I know, Host, and I know that you’ll find yourself again one day. These things just take time, but you won’t get there hiding yourself away in the library all day long.”

The Host nods and looks down. After a moment, his face lights up, and he takes a few steps over to reach down and pick a daffodil. The Host strokes the petals gently and then presents the flower to Amy. “Here, a golden flower for a golden girl.”

Amy takes the flower, sticking it behind her ear, and grabs the Host by the hand. “Come on, Hosty. That one earns you another muffin!”

When Sherlock is in a bad mood, John likes to kiss his neck. This is because, John does it in a way that makes Sherlock incredibly giddy in under a minute. 

John peppers Sherlock’s neck in squeaky kisses! They’re noisy and they tickle, and Sherlock is giggling and wriggling about in seconds. If he even tries to pout again afterwards, John just does it again. This method has never failed to cheer Sherlock right up.

10 Reasons to Stan Jung Hoseok

To all the people who hate on my perfect muffin. For BTS’ Hope, J-Hope.

1. His smile that lights up a thousand countries and cure the world of plague and hunger.

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2. He’s cute even when he’s angry.

Originally posted by jung-koook

3. When he decides to fuck ARMY up and turn sexy.

4. FOREHEAD HOBI. ‘Nuff said.

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5. His girl group dancing.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


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8. His aegyo, how to resist. more forehead Hobi I’m dying


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10. Bonus : VHope. *I will go down with this ship*

Originally posted by kyusunchul

WHY IS HE SO UNDER APPRECIATED? TO PEOPLE WHO SAY HE’S UGLY OR TALK TRASH ABOUT HOBI YOU CAN FIGHT ME. You’ll never find a more talented rapper, dancer, and HUMAN to ever walk this planet. He lights up my whole world.

I honestly can’t think of anything more ridiculous and pathetic than hate-following @eidgenossin

For those who don’t wanna swing by their blog: The first post is a bunch of regurgitated Stormfront/UKIP/Breitbart garbage, where our governments mysteriously throw sacks of money at refugees .etc .etc

Oh my precious little English muffin. I hate to break it to you, but the reason the NHS is in the toilet and the Tories are literally killing people with their cuts is because of *drum roll* rich English politicians. And rich English bankers. And rich English businesspeople.

Not the EU…not immigrants…not refugees. You got screwed over by your own, but you’re all just so fucking racist that when someone told you it wasn’t English peoples’ fault, it was foreigners, you bought it hook line and sinker.

And the ones that fucked up your country were laughing all the way to the bank while you gobbled up that bullshit by the spoonful.

Skype Night

character: Shawn Mendes

: smut, extra horny shawn, cybersex, short smut

Tonight was another day where Shawn couldn’t be with me. He was touring in the parts of North America and some parts of Europe. Honestly was so proud of him, but sometimes he forgets to call me on skype or answer the phone when I call him. Probably just pro’s and con’s of being in a long distance relationship with a famous boy.

Finally the familiar ring on skype that told someone was calling blasted in my room. Seeing Shawn was calling made my heart skip a beat, oh I haven’t seen him in days I miss his cute little face so much.

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