after this new clip i need some EVAK smut.... any recommendations ? :D
Haha, I completely understand anon! I’ve got you ;)
Afternoon Kisses by DickAnderton Summary: What could have happened during the cuddle scene if Isak and Even had been ready for more.
Push by nofeartina Summary: ”Even, we shouldn’t do that here,” Isak says and looks around with a blush on his cheeks. He’s so beautiful like this, it makes it impossible for Even not to touch.
I’m yours by verlore_poplap Summary: roomates!au; Another Friday night, another shitty date.
come again, get me excited by ourheartsintertwined Summary: "You think you can so openly flirt with other guys huh? Is that what you fucking think?“ Or in which Isak flirts with another guy and Even punishes him about it.
Heaven by Skamtrash Summary: Isak wants Even to finger him again.
The Hotel scene by Evakforlife17 Summary: A one shot of what could have happened at the hotel scene. (Season 3, Episode 8)
So Fucking Glad by crescendohowell Summary: What happened after Even showed up at Isak’s apartment. (Season 3, End of episode 7)
Winter Cabin by alijan Summary: Isak and Even go to the winter cabin with the boys.
Summer by DickAnderton Summary: Isak and Even have been crushing on each other for a whole year when their paths finally cross at a hipster music festival during summer break and they spend the night together.
Watching Over You by lavishsqualor Summary: In which Even knows exactly how to loosen his boy up.
so you play it wild by birthmarks Summary: Isak is dirty. Isak is shameless. Isak is possessive. Or: before, during, and after Isak and Even made out at school on Wednesday.
Valhalla and Nirvana by verlore_poplap Summary: So there’s this box and Even finds it and there’s something inside it that Isak gets all shy and embarrassed about… any guesses what it is?
The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket Summary: massage therapy!au; This guy—this profoundly, unfairly, deeply good-looking guy—is going to…put his hands on Isak? On his thigh? And, like…move them around? Listen, he’s just starting to maybe, possibly come close to beginning to acknowledge that he might not be one hundred percent heterosexual, all of the time. It’s slow going—okay, fine, it’s borderline glacial—but he’s getting there. He didn’t need this today. Or: Isak’s doctor tells him to get a massage. Even delivers…and then some.
Plane by Aceteroid Summary: Even, the flight attendant, and Isak, the pilot, both work at the same airline. After a flight from NY to Paris things are heating up between them.
that soft perfect spot by reasoniwantyoutostay Summary: Even is obsessed with a certain soft perfect spot that always makes Isak tremble.
sweet creature (but we’re still young) by kittpurrson Summary: summer camp!au; Isak meets seventeen-year-old Even Bech Næsheim at Tyrifjorden on his fifteenth birthday. Or: the one where Isak tries to convince the boy next door to put his hands on him.
love and condoms by kassie ✓ Summary: Isak was about turn on his heels and say “Fuck it” and go home, when a tall, slender-looking boy approached him from down the aisle. Shit. “Finding everything okay?” he asked once he reached Isak, his face entirely consumed by his smile. Judging from his choice of clothing, the boy definitely worked here. And, by the black letters scribbled on his name tag, the boy’s name was Even. Great.. Or: Isak owes Eskild a favor and Eskild sends him out to buy condoms where he runs into a tall boy who is a little too eager to help him.
Life is now. (and now, and now) by FlyByNightGirl Summary: In which the clips for season 3 update, because there is so much more of Isak and Even’s relationship we haven’t seen, so. Here it is, congratulations.
That’s Not My Name by cuteandtwisted
✓ Summary: one-night stand!au; “Isak.” Even smiled, then licked his lips. “Wanna go back to my place?” - aka: Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even.
hot like fire, take you higher by birthmarks Summary: Isak Valtersen was a teenage boy and with that came internalized feelings and avoidance of communication. He spent more time morbidly thinking about his life than actively attempting to improve it. But that was about to change soon, considering the circumstances. He was entering his first serious relationship and everyone kept telling him that “trust and communication are the foundation of every healthy relationship!” (insert eye roll here). The issue was that most of the time what he really thought about was sex. And while he knew it was normal to think about, he was more than content with ignoring the topic than experiencing how awkward it could be to discuss it. Or: in which Isak and Even fall in love, discover their kinks, and experience life along the way.
High For This by givemesumaurgravy
✓ Summary: Just twenty minutes ago, Isak was overwhelmed with coming out to his mom in a text, and an hour before that, he was consumed by a physics test. No where on his radar for today was… this. Or even the prospect of this. Or, what happened between the elevator scene and “Princess Vivian!”
Relationship Moments of Evak by skambition Summary: A collection of oneshots about our boys. Ranges from very explicit smut to very cute fluff.
Sex life by skampanda Summary: "What are you thinking about?“ “You. Me. Alone. In bed” Even laughed and twisted the younger boy’s curls in his hand. God, he loved his hair. “I love it when you’re so needy” He whispered in Isak’s ear with low voice. - Basically this is all about Isak and Even’s sex life.
Yuuri: Viktor, is your name Google? Cause you are everything I've search for :)
Viktor turns fully towards him with a swirl of his skates, and he’s every inch of those unfairly good looking models from shampoo commercials, hair flipping in front of his face only to be swept back by an impalpable breeze (they’re in a closed ambient, how is that even possible).
His mouth slowly stretches into a full toothed, beaming smile, and that’s definitely a blush, isn’t it?
“Yuuri!” is the only warning before he’s got his arms full of excited russian man, and he would fall on his ass, had he been not so thoroughly trained for this particular occasion (that is, Viktor deciding to launch into his arms despite being on a very slippery surface perched on knife shoes). “Did you look it up for me?” Viktor inquires into his neck, sounding incredibly smitten and awed.
Yuuri sheepisly nods, and Viktor makes a squealing noise and starts rubbing his cold nose on his cheek, cooing and swaying them on the ice like a ship in rough sea. “You love me so much,” he tuts, super embarrassingly.
“Yeah, yeah,” Yuuri says, because it’s absolutely true and his husband is a giant baby, and Viktor hugs him even more tightly and makes a high pitched noise, like he’s about to start crying.
“Yaaaaakov,” Yurio hurls, skating past them with a grimace “they’re being disgusting again!”
Watching Yuna Kim at Sochi, gave me an idea, not far from a similar feeling we all had in last Worlds in Helsinki.
Yuzuru Hanyu will only win his second olympic Gold if he skates the lights out of the arena and drags that fucking medal out of those judges’ hands. It will be the most underscored olympic gold that ever existed.
First, there’s this general feeling that he’s too good to be true. And I get that, because I’m a scientist, so scepticism is my base state and “pics or it didn’t happen” is like my motto. XD
But yes, sometimes people ARE really that good. I’m not sure we’ll see another in a very long time, but he trully is the unicorn of figure skating and I thank God his parents gave birth to him. :)
So human nature is to turn the reactions around and go from fawning to hardcore critics. Fair enough.
The only sad thing is to imagine in a couple of years when you look back at Yuzuru’s skates and to see how harshly and unfairly they were judged for their artistry, technicality and beauty. For the way they pushed the sport forward. For their place in history (even the flawed ones).
So please judges, don’t deny a skater their due because someday one day somebody might/will be better and you have to save the scores for them. If somebody deserves a 10 now, give it to them NOW. Like Massimo says, someday you have to have the courage to put the 10 on the table.
On this weeks’ episode of, “Alana Copes with Once Upon a Time,” Emma Swan is really f*cking angry because her life isn’t a goddamn fairy tale and anyone who thinks otherwise is a naive garbage dumpster. Also, congratulations on the engagement you guys, seriously. btw, swears abound.@abbadons-little-witch@the-reason-to-sail-home xo
+ Here’s the thing about Emma Swan’s mental state in the moments following a confession she should have heard two days ago: she’s angry. And sure, she’s angry at Killian, because, yes, of course, you tell the woman you plan to marry the finer points of the darkish past before the proposal, but he’s not the only fuck-up between the two of them. The first emotion she feels is anger, because, quite honestly, it’s easier than being sad. Turning around and walking away is easier than being sad.
summary: You meet Jasmine at a Women’s March, and you are struck by how unfairly beautiful she is.
DAY TWO. This is my first femslash, and I’m as straight as an uncooked spaghetti, so go easy on me. This was mostly written to vent about how much I love Jasmine. Again, sorry for the lack of An Actual Good Fic™, life has not been good to me. See ya tomorrow!
“Look around, look around,” you said excitedly. You were initially apprehensive about ditching class, but once you arrived at Washington Avenue, all your worries disappeared. One look at the sight of all the women in the street and you forgot everything.
You were holding a sign saying “All men AND WOMEN are created equal!” sign. It was written in a messy scrawl, not because your penmanship was bad, but because you were kind of overwhelmed by trying to convey an emotion you’ve felt all your life into a sign you made in 5 seconds.
You were listening to the singer onstage, some B-list singer with neon pink lipstick and a green wig. You moved closer to the stage in an attempt to recognize the song.
“Fucking finally!” a female voice said from your right. You turned and found yourself face-to-face with the most beautiful hair you’ve ever seen.
“What?” you asked, deciding that she was talking to you.
“Your sign. All men AND WOMEN are created equal. Finally, someone noticed that in the Declaration as well. Angelica Schuyler would approve,” she grinned, turning to look at you. Huh. Beautiful hair, beautiful face. The world really was unfair.
“Angelica Schuyler? What does she have to do with this? This is me attempting to destroy whatever reputation Thomas Jefferson has,” you said with a small smile. She laughed. Beautiful hair, beautiful face, beautiful laugh. Unbelievable.
“Can’t say I disagree about Jefferson, but you don’t know Hamilton? Hip-hop broadway musical? Ringing any bells?”
You shook your head. “US History major. I know nothing about musical theatre. My burning hatred for Jefferson is just the result of having to read hundreds of pages describing in excessive detail about how great his contributions were to our great nation, while glossing over the fact that he was sitting on a throne of slaves,” you said bitterly.
Most people didn’t really care when you started talking politics, but the girl grinned, looking impressed. She pulled out a pink Pussyhat knit cap, similar to the one she was wearing, from her messenger bag and offered it to you.
You took it and put it on, wiggling your eyebrows at her. She laughed and adjusted the cap for you, her hair falling on your face as she did.
“I’m Jasmine, by the way,” she said, holding out her hand.
“(Y/N). Nice to meet you, Jasmine,” you said, smiling.
“I keep thinking you’re just pretending not to know me so you can befriend me. You’re not secretly a fan, right?” she asked.
“Cocky much?” you teased.
She opened her mouth, no doubt to deliver a witty response, when her phone rang. It was an alarm. You leaned closer to see what it said.
‘Go backstage for performance’
“Shit, I forgot I have to perform,” she said, looking apologetic. “Come on, I’ll get you near the stage so you can see me perform up close. Then you can see if Hamilton’s worth a watch.”
“It’s not a matter of whether your show is worth a watch or not, it’s that I’d have to sell my firstborn and both my kidneys to get tickets,” you grumbled. “Broadway shows are insane.”
Jasmine laughed. “I’d agree with you, but they’re the ones paying my bills.”
You reached the front of the stage. You hadn’t been paying attention, but Jasmine had been holding your hand as she led you to the front. She gave it a small squeeze before walking onto the stage.
If Jasmine was beautiful as a person, she was fucking ethereal as a singer.
You weren’t sure if it was just you or everyone felt the same, but it was like she was the only person onstage. Even when the guitarist was doing his guitar solo, you found yourself captivated by Jasmine’s dancing. She looked you in the eye at the end of the song, and you felt like someone yanked a carpet from under your feet.
“You were amazing,” you gushed, running up to her once she left the stage. Driven by emotion and admiration, you pulled her into a hug. She laughed softly, tucking her head into your neck. After a while, you pulled away and made a face.
“Ew. Sweaty,” you frowned.
“You gotta get used to it if you’re gonna date a Broadway star,” she said with a smirk, knowing exactly what she just said.
Your tongue froze. “Oh. Um. I-”
“So much for the genius US History major,” she teased. “Would you like a pick-up line instead?”
“Meeting you makes me want to veto the Non-Intercourse Act,” she grinned.
You stared at her blankly. “The Non-Intercourse Act was about lifting all embargoes on American shipping except for those headed for the British and French ports.”
“I know what you mean, Jas,” you laughed. “Just give me your number so you can text me when you find a better line.”
It had been 2 days since the Women’s March, and Jasmine still hadn’t texted you. Were you holding on too much hope? Maybe she felt that she was famous, and she didn’t want you caught up in her life. Which was a shame, considering she was one of the realest people you’ve ever met.
You were just about to delete her contact when she texted.
‘hey US history major girl, wanna do something fun?’
what’s your idea of fun, broadway girl?
‘text me your address. I’ll be there at 9 tomorrow’
“Where are we going?” you asked, watching Jasmine drive past buildings, heading towards an avenue filled with a mass of people. “Is this another protest?”
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t text you. I was figuring out what second date would ever top a Women’s March. Then, I got an idea.”
“What is this?” you asked her.
“An anti-gay protest,” she said with a small grin. “Filled with old, white homophobes.”
“Why did you take me here?” you said, torn between amusement and confusion. She took your hand and led you outside. She walked towards the front of the people, making sure that everyone’s eyes were on the two of you.
“Love wins,” Jasmine whispered softly to you, hooking a finger under your chin to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around her neck. Her lips were softer than they looked.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the faces of shock and outrage of the protesters. You fought a strong desire to laugh. You pulled away gently and looked around, watching the protesters begin yelling at you in disdain.
“Love wins indeed,” you whispered back, pulling her into another kiss.
Anon requested competitive!Minghao where you get into a contest and you’re kind of mean to each other during because you want to win, but you end up really respecting each other.
You were friends with Mingyu first, and now you’re friends with the rest of Seventeen through his introduction. You love them all, but the boy who seems to impact you most strongly is a certainly lanky member of the performance team. The one who takes any chance to dab, make a biting hilarious comment, or quickly reassure a sad friend in his no-nonsense voice. The one who is an intriguing balance of cool and cute. With perfect arms and a smile to die for. But also the most infuriating person you had ever met. Minghao.
You find your thoughts drifting to him even now, as you walk into the dorms with Mingyu. Your eyes linger on a familiar jacket hanging on a hook, and you remembered how unfairly good it looks on its owner. You almost want to try it on just to prove you would look better. Mingyu laughs.
※ If you could get this man into the snow in the first place you deserve an award. He’d much rather prefer to stay inside, where it’s warm, and relax. Still, if you somehow convinced him to go outside his first thought would be to go back inside.
※ You’d need to think fast to keep him outside. A snowball? That should work perfectly! When he felt the cold snow hit him on his body he’d quickly turn to find the culprit.
※ When’s he realizes it was you he’d sigh, in both amusement and distaste, before asking why you did that.
※ After he was sent another snowball, this one to the face, you knew that war was coming. The competitive look in his eyes and how easily he made his own snowball was enough proof that your demise was soon.
※ Hanzo would play unfairly. He already has good aim and with his stealth he could easily overpower you- which is exactly what he did.
※ After he declared himself the winner of the “friendly fight” he’d laugh and make a comment on how much snow you were covered in.
※ This cowboy would be all about snowball fights.
※ It didn’t snow much when he was younger so he’s never got to enjoy it but when he experienced his first month of snow he loved it. He loved it even more since you were there with him.
※ Now, if you’ve seen how good of aim he has with his revolver then you’d know that he doesn’t miss any shots. The same goes for throwing snowballs.
※ He’d be the first one to engage the fight. Throwing one at you before you could even ready yourself.
※ He’d be cocky while you two fought, commenting on how “you almost got me!” before moving to the side to easily dodge another one of your attempts to get him.
※ When the fight is over you can bet that he’d flaunt about his good aim all while trying to dust some snow off of you.
※ Lucio would be the one to ask you first if you wanted to hang out in the snowball and possibly have a snowball fight.
※ When you agreed his eyes would light up and he’d already be dragging you onto the snow covered ground to have some fun.
※ As you two enjoyed the cold and calm weather, Lucio would be wondering if he should just throw a snowball at you or ask first.
※ If he’s feeling a bit devious he would walk a bit away from you and ready a snowball before throwing it, enjoying how it caught you by surprise.
※ If he’s feeling like his polite-self and asked first, he’d ready a snowball in front of you as a warning to go get some cover. It doesn’t take him long before he throws it at you.
※ Either way, in the end you two are covered in snow and laughing together while you planned another trip together like this.
Real quick- although many of the characters singing these songs ARE the type I’ve connected them to, that’s not the case for all of them.
Oh, and I’ve made it past the 500 follower mark! You guys are the best!
ISTJ- “Let It Go” from Frozen
Most ISTJ Line- “Don’t let them in / Don’t let them see / Be the good girl you always have to be”
How awesome is it that probably the most unfairly maligned type can lay claim to Disney’s modern anthem? Elsa embodies the ISTJ and so does her power ballad; she sings of being haunted by her past (dominant Si), and being forced to conceal her feelings (tertiary Fi). And although she declares herself to be free, Elsa, like many ISTJs, continues to struggle with the expectations of her family and kingdom. “Let It Go” is a powerful look into the most personal thoughts of a private person’s life, and should be a reminder never to judge too quickly.
ISFJ- “Beauty and the Beast” from Beauty and the Beast
Most ISFJ Line- “Both a little scared / Neither one prepared / Beauty and the Beast”
Simple, elegant, and romantic, “Beauty and the Beast” captures the love and affection that ISFJs strive for in their lives. Although falling in love might have been done millions of times in the past (dominant Si), that doesn’t make it any less magical for Belle and Beast (auxiliary Fe). Even if Belle weren’t an ISFJ, the song would still perfectly suit such a quietly sophisticated type.
INFJ- “Friends on the Other Side” from The Princess and the Frog
Most INFJ Line- “I can read your future / I can change it ‘round some, too”
I want to establish now that songs sung by antagonists aren’t meant to vilify the types I’ve attached them to. INFJs are often considered to be almost supernatural, and while I don’t think such claims carry much weight, the type often can come across as being a bit otherworldly (dominant Ni). Similar to Doctor Facilier (who, to be clear, is NOT this type), INFJs can be rather charming (auxiliary Fe and inferior Se) and are quite adept at manipulating people should they choose to do so.
INTJ- “Be Prepared” from The Lion King
Most INTJ Line- “So prepare for the coup of the century / Be prepared for the murkiest scam”
Scar is all about long term planning- something that the INTJ will find greatly relatable (dominant Ni). “Be Prepared” is an ode to the relentless pursuit of power, even if that means killing a brother and an innocent child like Simba (auxiliary Te). This isn’t to say that every INTJ is misdirected or evil, but rather that each will do whatever suits their personal morals and experiences (tertiary Fi). Scar’s morals just so happen to accommodate fratricide.
ISTP- “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” from Mulan
Most ISTP Line: “We must be swift as a coursing river / With all the force of a great typhoon”
This song reeks of physicality, which is well suited to the action oriented ISTP (auxiliary Se). Mulan, an ISTP, strives to find her place in the army because it works with her overarching plan to protect her father (tertiary Ni and inferior Fe). Ultimately, her ingenuity allows her to surpass all of her peers and retrieve the arrow at the top of the pole (dominant Ti), proving that the ISTP can do whatever they set their mind to.
ISFP- “Colors of the Wind” from Pocahontas
Most ISFP Line- “Come roll in all the riches all around you / And for once, never wonder what they’re worth”
“Colors of the Wind” is simultaneously spiritual and sensual, a combination that only an ISFP like Pocahontas can pull off. Aside from asking John Smith to appreciate the beauty of the world around him (auxiliary Se), Pocahontas also forces him to look inward and reevaluate his personal values (dominant Fi). “Colors of the Wind” was one of the easiest songs to determine for this list because it truly captures the spirit and ethereal quality of the ISFP.
INFP- “Reflection” from Mulan
Most INFP Line- “When will my reflection show / Who I am inside?”
Although people of every type ponder themselves and where they fit in the world, the INFP likely does so most of anyone. Mulan struggles to understand not only who she is (dominant Fi), but also how she can be herself and still uphold the honor of her family (tertiary Si). “Reflection” speaks to the search for an authentic identity that so many of us, but INFPs especially, find familiar.
INTP- “God Help the Outcasts” from The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Most INTP Line- “I thought we all were / The children of God”
First, I have to admit that I’ve never seen The Hunchback of Notre Dame- it’s the only movie on this list I have yet to watch (it’s on my Netflix queue though!). I also want to acknowledge that this might seem to be an unusual choice, because INTPs are often wrongly stereotyped as computer nerds with no social skills. Here’s my rationale. In this song, Esmerelda ponders the ways in which God operates (dominant Ti), and devotes her prayers to others (inferior Fe) amidst the splendor of an ancient church (tertiary Si). This song captures the complexity of the INTP’s mind and the generosity of its spirit. It is a raw and beautiful song that is unafraid to take on serious subject matter.
ESTP- “A Whole New World” from Aladdin
Most ESTP Line- “I can show you the world / Shining, shimmering, splendid”
*Swoon* Who wouldn’t want to be whisked away on a magic carpet ride? I imagine “A Whole New World” speaks particularly to the ESTP who has been long confined to a life of boredom and is eager to see what the world has to offer (dominant Se). The song is also incredibly romantic and has some, shall we say, sexual undertones that suit the type (tertiary Fe). Like the ESTP, Aladdin teaches us to be unafraid of the unknown and free ourselves, if only for a moment, from the monotony of everyday life.
ESFP- “Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride” from Lilo & Stitch
Most ESFP Line- “There’s no place I’d rather be / Than on my surfboard out at sea”
Just as ISTJs and ESTJs are often unfairly labelled as boring, the ESFP is often stereotyped as a shallow and fickle type. “Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride” reflects the truth about the type- that with a little bit of daily adventure (dominant Se), the ESFP is perfectly happy devoting itself to family and friends (auxiliary Fi). This devotion to family is a theme that runs throughout Lilo & Stitch, and it underscores the real nature of the ESFP.
ENFP- “Friend Like Me” from Aladdin
Most ENFP Line- “I’m in the mood to help you, dude / You ain’t never had a friend like me”
Anybody with an ENFP friend can attest to the fact that said person is probably in a league of their own. Quirky, quick-witted, and funny (much like Genie), the type will always keep you on your toes (dominant Ne). What makes the ENFP so great, however, is that they also make loyal friends who will stick by your side through and through (auxiliary Fi and inferior Si). They’ll keep you laughing and they’ll stay loyal to you forever; what more could you ask for in a friend?
ENTP- “Pink Elephants on Parade” from Dumbo
Most ENTP Line: “Pink elephants on parade / What’ll I do? What’ll I do? / What an unusual view!”
This song is TRIPPY. But let’s face it, the ENTP, even those who don’t imbibe in drugs or alcohol, has a very bizarre and wonderful quality that allows them to see the world from perspectives the rest of us could scarcely imagine (dominant Ne). The shapes and colors that play visually during this sequence are also sure to engage the intelligence and complexity of the ENTP’s mind (auxiliary Ti). Both the song and the type are very, very out there, but in the absolute best way possible.
ESTJ- “Heigh Ho” from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Most ESTJ Line- “To dig dig dig dig dig dig dig is what we really like to do / It ain’t no trick to get rich quick”
Although every type can claim both spectacularly hard working and shockingly lazy individuals, my guess is that most ESTJs are found in the former camp. Aside from being a classic (auxiliary Si), “Heigh Ho” is a testament to the fruits of laborious effort (dominant Te). Something else particularly appealing about this choice is the variety of the dwarfs who sing it; although all of them, like all ESTJs, are hard workers, there is also considerable variety amongst personalities in the group (tertiary Ne).
ESFJ- “Part of Your World” from The Little Mermaid
Most ESFJ Line- “I wanna be where the people are / I wanna see, wanna see them dancing”
Just like Ariel, for better or for worse, ESFJs feel a strong need to belong to some type of community (dominant Fe). In The Little Mermaid, Ariel puzzles (often incorrectly) over what the function of relics from the human world are meant for, all with the intention of extending herself into that society (inferior Ti and auxiliary Si). At its core, “Part of Your World” is beautiful and sweet, an embodiment of the ESFJ’s vivacious and determined nature. (Note: Ariel is not an ESFJ).
ENFJ- “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King” from The Lion King
Most ENFJ Line- “I’m gonna be the main event / Like no king was before”
Much like the popular and respected ENFJ, Simba is keen to take his place atop the hierarchy of his kingdom. He’s a bit mischievous but extremely charming, something that can also be seen in most people with the type (tertiary Se and dominant Fe). Additionally, Simba doesn’t plan to rest on the traditions of his predecessors; he has a vision of the way he wants things to be and is unafraid to challenge the norms to reach that place (auxiliary Ni).
ENTJ- “Poor Unfortunate Souls” from The Little Mermaid
Most ENTJ Line: “Now it’s happened once or twice / Someone couldn’t pay the price / And I’m afraid I had to rake ‘em ‘cross the coals”
What a deliciously evil song. Though she may hide it with her sensuality (tertiary Se), Ursula is unafraid to use whatever methods she can to get achieve her ultimate goals (dominant Te and auxiliary Ni). What’s awesome about this song is that though it might be sinister and manipulative, it’s also undeniably fun; I have a feeling that, whether a villain or not, most ENTJs have a sneaky sense of humor that they pull out at the strangest times.
Fandom: Jurassic World Pairing: Owen Grady X Reader Word Count: 2,279 Warning: Some sexual themes + language!!
You heard Owen’s motorcycle roaring onto the gravelly road,
jumping out of your seat and rushing outside. You had gotten a call from one of
his superiors telling you that he had almost died, and you were kind of furious
“You asshole!” You huffed, repeatedly smacking his arm.
“What were you thinking? What would I do if you died?”
“Hey, hey, take it easy, tiger.” Owen murmured, gently
grabbing your fist and pressing a kiss to each of your knuckles. “I’m not dead.
You growled. “Not yet.”
“You’re not going to kill me. Who would you find to provide
for you if I was gone?”
“I can provide for myself, thank you very much.”
“Not for another five months, you can’t.”
You looked down at your slightly swollen stomach and
scowled. “You’re the one that put this inside of me! If it wasn’t for you, I
would still be working with the triceratopses.” You frowned. “Man, I miss my
Owen quirked an eyebrow at you. “Are you seriously trying to
tell me that you didn’t want that just as badly as I did? If I recall
correctly, you were the one asking for it,” He switched into a terrible
imitation of your voice. “Harder! Oh, Owen, harder!”.
“Owen!” You shrieked, scandalized. “There are tiny ears in
your presence!” You pressed your hands to your stomach, trying to block your
unborn baby’s ears.
He grinned at you before shaking his head. “Now I need you
to come on, a boat’s gonna be here soon and I need you to be on it when it
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Do you honestly expect me to
just leave while there is a giant, psychotic dinosaur on the loose?”
You shook your head. “Nope, not gonna happen. I’m not
leaving until you can leave with me.” You glanced at the gun slung over his
shoulder. “And I have a feeling that that’s not going to be for a while.”
He looked at you, pretty obviously exasperated. “__y/n__,
now is not the time for you to be noble! You’re carrying a baby, my baby, and
if anything happens to you or that baby, I’d never forgive myself. Please just
get on the boat.”
“I can’t do that.” Owen opened his mouth to say something,
but you cut him off. “I can help, and you know it.”
He growled before stomping into the bungalow, returning a
few moments later with a large knife, a pistol, and a holster for each.
“If you’re going to help, you need some weapons, Miss
Stubborn.” Owen said, and before you could take them, he had kneeled down in
front of you and was strapping a holster to each of your thighs. He carefully
put the knife in a holster and snapped it shut, then proceeded to do the same
with the gun.
“It’s pronounced Mrs. Grady.” You said, rubbing your chin
thoughtfully. “I mean, I married you and you’re like five times more stubborn
Owen rolled his eyes and gently ran a hand along your tummy,
pressing a kiss to the small curve before getting to his feet. “You are to stay
with me at all times, understand?” Owen said, slipping into his “alpha” voice
without even realizing it.
“Yes, sir.” You teased, and Owen sighed, hooking a hand
under your chin and pulling you towards him, locking his striking green eyes
with your __e/c__ ones.
“__y/n__, c’mon, this is serious.” Owen said firmly. “You
need to be focused.”
You frowned. “I am! I just…I have to use humor to get
through things, you know this.”
“Trust me, I do. Before we started dating, you spoke to me
for a week in nothing but puns because you thought I had a thing for Claire.”
“Well, I mean, you did have a thing for Claire.” You pointed
out, shrugging uncomfortably.
“I thought she was cute, sure, but I never wanted anything
long-term with her. She is still way too serious for me.” He smiled at you,
softly running his thumb along your cheekbone. “It was actually the pun
speaking that made me realize that you were kind of perfect for me.”
“Really?” You asked in surprise. “You’ve never mentioned
that before. I’ve been embarrassed about that week for years.”
“Even though that was the week we started dating?” Owen
said, pretending to be offended.
“I was never embarrassed about that part, just the lead up
to that. Some of my puns were so bad.”
Owen snorted. “Some?”
You lightly smacked his arm. “Hey! Some of them were pretty
“Name one good pun.” Owen challenged, eyebrow raised
“…That was like four years ago! I don’t remember any of
“That’s what I thought.” He said, kissing away the frown
that made its way onto your face. “Hey, I’m just teasing. You know that,
“Yeah, yeah.” You said, waving him off and acting like you
were annoyed so that he would kiss you again. “I love you.” You murmured against
his lips as you broke the kiss, before grabbing his hand and leading him over
to his motorcycle. “Now c’mon, we have a dinosaur to stop!”
He shook his head, smiling fondly at you. “You are still not
taking this seriously enough.”
“Says the guy who proposed to me with a ring he got out of a
fifty cent machine.”
“You said you didn’t care about the price!” Owen argued,
frowning as you climbed onto the motorcycle behind him and wrapped your arms
around his waist.
You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck as he started
driving. “You know I don’t, I just don’t have anything else I can tease you
about. You’re unfairly good-looking, extremely smart, super protective, awesome
and dorky as hell, and you are really, really
good in bed.”
Owen relaxed slightly, and you could practically hear the
smile on his face as he spoke. “You really know how to flatter a guy, don’t
“I’ve had four years figuring out what you like to hear, so
yeah, I’m kind of an expert on flattering you.” You squeezed his waist lightly
in a hug as you travelled closer to the sound of human screams, dinosaur’s
stomping footsteps, and staticky warnings from the park’s loudspeakers. “You
know I only said that to get you to think of something other than the dinosaurs,
right?” You murmured, because you actually did love your ring and you would
never hold something like that against him.
“Of course,” He said, moving a hand from the handles to give
your hand a gentle squeeze. “Thanks for doing it. I’m only worrying like ninety
“Stop worrying. Everything’s gonna be fine, okay?” You knew
that was a lie, you couldn’t guarantee that everything would be okay, but your
mother taught you to believe in the power of positive thinking, and damn it, you
were going to try.
“I still think you should get on the boat.” Owen grumbled.
“Owen, I love you and I completely respect your opinion, but
there is no way in hell that I am leaving your side.”
“I know.” Owen said, sounding oddly proud of you. “And even
though I’m still annoyed, it’s kind of making me love you even more.” He parked
the bike and climbed off, extracting his gun from his back and holding it on
You followed, pulling your gun from its holster and turning the
safety off. “You ready to kick some dinosaur ass?”
Your husband cocked his gun. “Hell yeah.”
“Oh no, no, no, no.” You cried out, dropping to your knees
and running a hand along Cera’s snout. “I’m so sorry, honey.” You stroked the
triceratops as she groaned in pain, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “It’s
okay, I got you.” You said soothingly, Owen watching you with a frown.
The tears you had been holding back finally slipped out of
your eyes as Cera whined once more before dropping her head to the ground and
You pressed a kiss to her cheekbone before hastily wiping
your eyes and standing up. You bit back more tears as you glanced around at
your other prehistoric babies. Every single one was covered in long, gaping
slash marks, and if they weren’t already dead, they would be soon.
to Owen, a fire in your eyes that he had never seen before. “Nobody touches my
three-horns. Let’s go kill that son of a bitch.”
(Owen should definitely not have been as turned on as he was
by the authoritative tone in your voice).
You smiled to yourself when you saw Claire’s nephews being
reunited with their parents, before frowning. After Claire had hugged her
sister, she had turned to Owen.
Claire was now hugging onto Owen a little too tightly, and
you were really trying to not be jealous (Owen had saved her life a couple of
times so you couldn’t blame her), but it was hard. Claire was gorgeous, and
contrary to what Owen said, you knew that he had liked her when he went out
Owen’s eyes met yours, and he smiled at you reassuringly,
the smile that he reserved for you and that said “You’re the center of my
universe and you’d better not forget it”. You relaxed immediately and the frown
dropped off of your face, a soft smile replacing it.
A couple seconds later, Owen got out of the hug and made his
way over to you, grinning brightly. “We did it.”
“We did.” You agreed, squeaking in surprise when Owen
wrapped his arms around you and spun you in a circle.
“I love you so much.” Owen whispered as he set you back down,
and then his lips found yours and you found yourself unable to respond. The
kiss revealed Owen’s fear and his anger and his joy and his relief about
everything that had just happened, and you kissed him with everything you had,
trying to get him to think only about the good things instead of the bad ones. The
kiss went on for an eternity, and nothing but Owen mattered to you.
“I love you too.” You breathed out when he finally pulled
away, your words coming out airy and light.
“Are you ready to get off this island?” He asked curiously,
tilting his head to the side like the puppy he was.
“Only if you’re ready to help me build a new bungalow.” You
“Oh no, you are not going to do any physical labor. We just
spent the last day running from dinosaurs, and I am exhausted. We are going to
go rent a hotel room and we are going to sleep and cuddle and watch F-R-I-E-N-D-S
and order room service and just try to forget about everything that happened
You grinned, leaning your forehead against his before
pecking his lips. “That sounds almost perfect.”
He quirked an eyebrow at you, a silent question.
“I’ll show you when we get to the hotel, it’s not something
that’s entirely appropriate to talk about in front of children.” You said with
a wink, and Owen didn’t pry, just tossed you over his shoulder and made his way
over to the boats. “This view is fantastic.” You murmured, eyes locked on his
He turned his head to the side and smirked. “My view is
pretty good too.”
“Agh!” You groaned, your hand clenched tight around Owen’s.
“Just a couple more pushes, Mrs. Grady.” Your doctor said,
peering between your legs.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” You said, glaring at Owen
as another wave of contractions washed over you.
“I love you,” Owen responded easily. “Baby, you’re doing so
good. She’s almost out.”
After a few more
contractions and a few more hard pushes, you grunted and the sound of crying
filled the air.
“One down, one to go, Mrs. Grady.”
“What?” You asked, looking up at Owen in confusion. He
looked just as confused as you, raising an eyebrow at the doctor.
“You’re having twins.” The doctor explained, and you shared
a look with Owen. Apparently your last doctor forgot to mention that.
“Ahhhh!” You whined, squeezing Owen’s hand impossibly
tighter as your body was wracked with even more contractions.
The second baby didn’t take as long to come out, and you
collapsed against your pillow as a nurse swaddled your son in a blue blanket.
Owen had tears slipping from his eyes as he cuddled your
daughter, and he gave you a watery smile as a nurse handed you your son.
“You did it.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to each of your
fingers on the hand that was still holding tight to his.
You shook your head, tears falling down your cheeks now too.
“Couldn’t have done it without you.”
Owen chuckled, leaning down and kissing your forehead before
handing you your daughter.
Your babies gurgled at you and you smiled, fingers gently
tickling their little sides. They both giggled, making a laugh bubble out of
your throat as well.
“What do you think we should name them?” Owen asked, one
hand still threaded with yours and another rubbing your daughter’s cheek.
“I was thinking Cera for our daughter and Charlie for our
son.” You said, looking at him sheepishly. “But if you have something else you
want, we can-“ Owen didn’t let you finish, crouching down and capturing your
lips in a sweet kiss.
“Those are perfect.” Owen breathed out, his eyes glossy.
You grinned, looking at your family happily. Everything had turned out okay after all.
hey v i heard that tapastic is kind of?? yikers they're really posessive with people's comics and you'd have to go through them first if you ever want to make like merch for your things and there's a post that goes into more detail about it (aledethanlast's tumblr under post post/160810536442/so-apparently-the-tapastic-tos-are-extremely-shady) and i just!! want to make sure you aren't getting? Treated unfairly with it??
YEAH I HEARD ABOUT THIS THE OTHER DAY FROM A FRIEND : - ( it makes me pretty sad because I really liked a lot of the community on tapastic! a lot of people are very sweet
I’m gonna have to start looking for either another site to host my comics, or try to set up my own site (We all know how dyslexic I am and terrible at managing even my own blog, so hopefully the former)
if anyone knows any good hosting sites or something please hit me up I am desperate and also So very poor
#32:“You make a good pillow.” #44:“This beats the first time we kissed.”
This one was not proofread so I apologize for any mistakes.
When you walked in the front door of your apartment the first thing you saw was Bucky’s leg hanging off the end of the couch. He was sprawled out on his back watching some animal documentary, a bowl of chips balanced on his chest.
“What are we watching today?” you dropped a few shopping bags on the floor and walked up behind the couch
“Hey, babe!” Bucky leaned up slightly to kiss your lips, his hand resting on the back of your head, “It’s about the ocean and marine life.”
“Sounds interesting. Scoot over.” you nudged Bucky’s leg with your knee as you walked around the couch to join him
He sat up for a split second as you laid back on the couch; but then he was back to laying there with you. His cheek now resting on your stomach.
“Ugh, you’re so heavy.” you whined jokingly and tried to shove him off the couch; of course you failed
“But you make such a good pillow.” Bucky looked up at you with puppy dog eyes and you were done
You smiled and started running your fingers through his unfairly soft hair-why couldn’t your hair be this amazing? Bucky sighed contently and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer than you thought possible.
This was how you stayed for the remainder of Bucky’s documentary, each of you squirming every now and then to get more comfortable.
As the credits rolled Bucky closed his eyes, nuzzling the side of his face deeper into your stomach. Then, in the blink of an eye, he raised his head off of you, giving your stomach an offended look.
You couldn’t help but laugh, “What happened?”
“She kicked me!” Bucky sounded genuinely hurt
You laughed louder and cradled his face in your hands “Well, my darling, you are 500 pounds of beefy super soldier.”
Bucky shook his head as your description of him and put his head back down. You could feel every time Bucky took a foot to the face and it made your heart swell.
“I can’t wait to meet her. Three more months is too long.”
“You’re telling me. I’m the hugely pregnant one.” you sighed loudly when, at that moment, your daughter decided to shove herself into your ribs
“I’m sorry, honey.” another swift kick to the face had Bucky laughing and kissing your stomach, “This definitely beats the first time we kissed.”
You laughed and wrapped your arms around Bucky’s shoulders. You could sit and watch him talk to your growing belly all day; but right now, curled up with the man of your dreams, all you could think about was a nice long nap.
Slytherins are evil, narcissistic, backstabbing, and only concerned with themselves
Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Ugh. Wrong.
Slytherins are very competitive, sure, but they aren’t hateful and backstabbing. Slytherins tend to actually have very tight-knit friendships. If you mess with a Slytherin’s friend, you’re gunna be in big trouble.That friend won’t necessarily be another Slytherin, but when you look at how they’re regarded by other houses, it’s not surprising that most of them would be. And believe it or not, there is nothing wrong with putting yourself first sometimes.
Of course, these misconceptions tend to come from the behavior displayed throughout the Harry Potter books. There is one post that I stumbled upon awhile ago that I couldn’t refind that describes it so well. I did, however, find two other posts that do a pretty good job on their own of how unfairly Slytherins are treated by the other houses.
One scene that really irritated me was at the battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort threatens to kill them all, unless they hand in Harry Potter. Imagine this from their perspective. An army is marching on the school, an army that contains many of the students parents, and their options are either to give up some kid who never was kind to them, or to go out there and fight, possibly to the death, for a school whose population treated them like shit, against their own family members. The rest of the school fucking cheered when they were sent to be locked up in the dungeons, How fucked up is that? These are children. They are not obligated to be soldiers for people who never cared about them anyways, who boo them any chance they get.
Then of course there’s getting the house cup ripped out from underneath them–points that they clearly worked hard for and deserved- and given to Gryffindor because of a few kids. Can you imagine that? Working hard, finishing in first place, celebrating with your house at your table…and then getting the trophy torn away because of petty favoritism. And then everyone fucking cheers. Cheers that the house that earned the trophy didn’t get it because they didn’t like them. Fuck that.
Recently, I saw this picture, unfairly
representing how every animated show always looks the same, lacks soul,
just conforms to the norm and cant stretch or change or overall be
different. Well to that I say, screw you. Modern Animation does a ton
with its animation. Stop trying to compare it all like it’s shit,
because it isn’t. It’s a shame that some people actually do so, and
don’t give it a chance and BELIEVE pictures like that. Well here’s the
truth, some may not like it, but a lot of current Modern Animation, is
pretty damn good. Enjoy!
Ok so I’ve never ever written for a prompt before, but I decided to do one for the Reylo College AU #3! I hope it isn’t too terrible *hides face* let the fluffiness ensue! Also use of famous Han Solo line ;)
Prompt: Ben and Rey are friends and at a party that Poe organized. They both hate it and get drunk on the swings in the back yard. Somehow the conversation gets on the topic of experience with the opposite sex. Things happen :D
“Remind me why we came here again?” Ben said crossly from Rey’s side. They had managed to wedge themselves in a corner, away from the throngs of drunken college students.
“Because,” Rey started, handing Ben a red solo cup filled with cheap beer. “Poe invited me, and I never get invited to anything. It’s hard enough being a girl at the garage, I didn’t think turning down the one social invitation I’ve gotten would be a good idea.” Poe was captain of the school’s racing team, and Rey had recently gotten the opportunity to work as a mechanic for them. Of course a lot of the guys weren’t happy about having a girl around, but Poe was always being nice and defending her. He wasn’t like those jerks. He never saw her as any different than the rest of them; and she sure as hell had proved herself to them time and again. Poe lived in a pretty big house with two other members of the race team. When he came to Rey earlier in the day to invite her to a party they were throwing, she had excitedly agreed.
“Ok then, better question; why am I here?” Ben had his eyebrow raised inquisitively, a small smirk on his face. Rey gave him an unamused look.
“Because Finn was busy. Trust me if he didn’t have his hands full with TAing for professor Snoke’s class he would be here, not you.” The words had come out a bit more harshly than she meant them. For a moment Ben seemed a little crestfallen. Rey had made it seem like he was the last resort or something. He looked away from her, and sipped on his beer, staring moodily at a group of drunk girls who were gossiping close to where they stood.
“Hey…” Rey said softly. Placed a hand on Ben’s arm, getting him to look at her. She offered him a reassuring smile. “I didn’t mean I’d rather be here with Finn. I just know this isn’t your thing. You know it isn’t mine either.” He considered her words for a moment, then rolled his eyes and bumped her.
“Yeah, whatever.” He said with a small smile. She smiled back up at him. She and Ben had met freshman year in chemistry. They had been randomly assigned to a group presentation on up-and-coming scientific advancements. There had been two other people in their group who had turned out to be complete flakes. Rey and Ben had spent hours in the library together working on it themselves. They were each perfectionists in their own way, so it had worked out quite nicely. Of course they wound up doing more talking than working most of the time. There’s nothing like being in a quiet library at 1am around finals time to get the conversation flowing. They had enjoyed each other’s company so much, they had kept in touch.
Just then one of the drunk girls let out a loud “Woooo! Body shots bitches!” Rey and Ben wordlessly agreed it was time to move when she started trying to take her shirt off.
“Ok, like 30 more minutes and then we call an Uber.” Rey said decidedly.
“Deal.” Ben chuckled, plucking a bottle of tequila off a counter as they walked towards the back door.
Rey had been surprised to find a swing in the backyard of Poe’s house. Lucky for her and Ben, it was tucked away towards the back of the yard where there weren’t many people. She sighed heavily taking a seat beside him on the swing. She felt tired. It was midway into the semester and things were starting to pile up.
“That English Lit class is going to kill me. I can’t write a paper for shit, much less being able to write an analytical essay about the themes in Gilgamesh. I don’t think the cars I work on are going to care that I know ancient literature.” Rey grumbled. Ben looked over at her amused before taking a swig straight out of the bottle.
“I can help you if you want. I’m pretty good at writing papers, and Lit was one of my favorites.” He offered. Ben had always preferred classes that were more analytical, while Rey liked to be more hands on.
“That would be amazing, thank you.” He didn’t reply, only went to pass her the bottle. She made a face.
“Oh come on. If you’re going to go through the trouble of coming to a party you might as well at least have a drink.”
“Fine, fine.” She grabbed the bottle and took a swig of the golden liquor, grimacing as it burned her throat. Rey passed the bottle back to Ben. “Next you’ll want to start playing party games.”
“Hey we could! Never-have-I-ever is a classic.” He got a devilish grin on his face then, the one Rey rarely sees.
“No way! That game always turns sexual, and then I wind up looking like a prude.” She crossed her arms indignantly. Ben’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Surely you’ve done stuff.” He said, tone slightly accusing. Rey’s cheeks turned bright pink. She looked away, refusing to answer. Ben’s gaped at her. “Please tell me you’ve at least kissed someone!” Rey’s head snapped towards him then.
“Well of course I have!” She huffed. “I just haven’t really done anything else before.”
“You’re kidding.” His tone wasn’t belittling, he was just genuinely surprised. Ben wasn’t sure how someone like Rey could go so long without being with someone in that way. Surely guys had to be crawling all over her. He offered her the bottle again and she took it.
“We can’t all be sex gods like you.” She said sarcastically, taking two large chugs of tequila. Ben had to laugh at that.
“I don’t think I’d call myself a sex god.” Sure he had been with a a few girls in high school, and freshman year, but they had never exactly stuck around long. All the girls he knew tended to bore him easily, and he wouldn’t keep them around, even just for the sex. They weren’t like Rey.
“Uh huh…” The liquor was starting to get to her. Her body was becoming tingly, and her lips looser by the second. She passed the bottle back to Ben.
“How many guys have you kissed?” His tone was casual.
“Ben!” Rey said embarrassed.
“What?” He laughed. “It’s just a question.” Rely sighed, trying to decide whether to answer him or not.
“One…” She relented.
“One?!” He choked mid swig. She glared at him before hitting him and snatching the bottle back. “Sorry, sorry. I was just surprised that’s all. I just thought-well I mean you know, you’re kind of the full package. I figured guys would be all over you.” The liquor was apparently making him loose-lipped as well. Rey’s eyes widened momentarily at his words, a nervousness settling in the pit of her stomach.
“Well how many girls have you been with?” She was attempting to change the subject, grill him for a change.
“A few…” He was being vague. Truthfully he didn’t want her to somehow think badly of him. He wasn’t a womanizer by any means, but he had been a bit of a rebellious teenager, and a lot of girls liked the bad boy attitude.
“Seriously that’s all I’m gonna get?” She asked annoyed at his evasiveness.
“Yep.” He said wrangling the bottle back from her. They sat in silence for a moment. Liquid courage was beginning to hit Ben like a train. “Was he any good at least? The one guy you kissed I mean.” Rey wasn’t sure how the conversation had gotten here, or why she was answering him.
“Eh, not really. I mean it was ok, just not how I imaged it. It was this guy from my high school. We went out a few times junior year. I wasn’t head over heels for him or anything.”
“I’ve never exactly been “head over heels” for any of the girls I’ve been with.“ He admitted.
“Well I’m from literally the middle of freaking nowhere. It was a miracle finding a guy who both didn’t wear camo or chew tabacco.” It wasn’t that Rey hadn’t wanted to be with someone in that way; because she really really had, she just wasn’t going to lower her standards to do it.
“Sounds amazing.” He scoffed.
“Oh trust me it was.” It had been hell. The day Rey had received her acceptance letter from school, which happened to be a few thousand miles from home, was the best day of her life. Rey watched Ben throw his head back, eyes staring up at the sky. He was unfairly attractive in her opinion, but in an unusual way. He didn’t have classic good looks. His features were unique, but worked together in the perfect combination. He ran a hand through his black hair and Rey suddenly felt the urge to want to run her own hands through his hair. She had never been afraid of much, but for some reason, she had always been afraid to tell Ben how she felt. He had never tried to make a move, so Rey assumed he had just wanted to be friends.
“You know what I think…” Ben said suddenly, adjusting himself so his face was close to hers. Rey could feel his warm breath on her cheeks, and it caused a pleasant shiver to run down her spine.
“What?” Rey asked hesitantly. His lips turned upwards in a devilish smirk that had her tingling in an area that was quite uncomfortable.
“You could use a good kiss.” Sober Ben would be rolling his eyes right now at the stupid shit that was coming out of his moth. Rey’s breath caught in her throat.
“You think so huh?” She was trying so hard to keep it together, to play cool, but her heart was racing. He leaned in even closer, his face only a few inches from hers. The darkness seemed to sharpen his features, making him appear even more handsome.
“I do.” His voice was deep and husky. He wouldn’t bridge the gap between them though. He would put himself out there, but he wanted it to be her decision. Rey felt a surge of courage, which could probably be attributed to the last two giant swigs.
“Well then, why don’t you.” It took half a second for the words to come out of her mouth before his lips came crashing down onto hers. He had wanted to do this for a long time. A fire lit up inside of Rey and she kissed him back with just as much ferocity. She gave a small sigh of pleasure as he expertly sucked on her lower lip, and traced his tongue against it, requesting entrance. As their tongues danced, she intertwined her fingers in his thick black hair, relishing in the softness. His hands found their way to the back of her neck, pulling her in even closer. Rey’s head was spinning. She had never been kissed like this before. She was almost mad it had taken Ben this long to do it.
He was hungry for her, having fantasized about this moment for a long time, but not wanting to mess up their friendship if she hadn’t felt the same way. He may have been with girls before, but this was the first time he had wanted someone this much. Rey was everything he didn’t know he was looking for until he found her. She tugged on his hair and he groaned pleasurably. If she hadn’t told him, he would have never known she was inexperienced. He could feel himself getting excited. As much as he hated to do it, he didn’t want to move too fast and mess everything up. Unlike the other girls, he actually cared about Rey. She made a displeased noise as he begrudgingly broke the kiss. His forehead rested against hers as he attempted to catch his breath.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, then Rey started giggling a little bit, which caused Ben to laugh as well. This night had seriously taken an unexpected, but amazing turn. He tenderly tucked a strange of hair behind her ear.
“Can we call the car now?” She asked a little tired.
“Yeah.” He agreed softly.
“Can we also go back to your place and watch the last two episodes of Sense8?” She asked innocently.
“Wait, are you trying to “Netflix and chill” me right now?“ He asked feigning outrage. She raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"Maybe.” She said cheekily.
“Well if you put it that way, then yes.” Ben was going to have his hands full with her; but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He gave her a quick kiss, then stood up and held out a hand to her.
“I told you!” Finn said looking out the window at Rey and Ben walking back to the house with their hands intertwined.
“Yeah yeah I owe you 5 bucks I know.” Said Poe fondly, rolling his eyes. “I’m glad you could make it to the party after all!”
“Oh I never had anything to do tonight.” Finn said mischievously. “I just told Rey that to get her here with Ben.”
“Buddy, you are quite the matchmaker.” Poe said slapping Finn on the back.
“I try.” Finn said as the two headed back to the party.
Mary, the character and Mofftiss, the writers are not given nearly enough credit
more and more I realize my tolerance for fics where Mary is portrayed as a pure evil selfish bastard is in fact very low. I used to think anything is fine as long as Sherlock gets hurt (coz honestly, that’s what i live for). But turns out, no.
Mary’s character has so much depth and complexity. She had a dark past, ex-assassin, but is now trying to escape that dark life and she found John and she fell in love with John and she’s just so afraid of losing John that her actions become - in the eyes of an objective third person - selfish. But she’s doing it out of fear of losing the one person she loves the most. Not because she wants to hurt John. Not because she’s jealous of Sherlock. And certainly not because she wants to get rid of Sherlock. (For god’s sake, she basically ships johnlock too! How else can you explain her cheeky tease to John “Oh god, six months I had bristly kisses and then his nibs turns up-” She was smiling when she said that, playful. And she even said “I like him [Sherlock]” when John was still so angry at Sherlock and he attempted to gang up against him [“Can you believe his nerve?”]. She defended Sherlock. She likes Sherlock. She sees Sherlock as her friend.
Even her reason for shooting Sherlock in HLV was well explained in Sherlock Chronicles. Many people argued that Mary attempted to kill Sherlock, using Sherlock’s brief flatline to back up their argument. But in Sherlock Chronicles, there was a deleted line that Sherlock was meant to say (and Moffat also expressed that he really regretted taking out that line) The deleted line was with regards to the precision of Mary’s shot on the coin, indirectly explaining that although Mary is a crack shot, it’s not a perfect shot as she did not hit the exact center of the coin. “And you didn’t hit the center. Nobody’s perfect.” What are they trying to imply with this single line? It would explain Sherlock’s theory that the reason Mary shot him was ‘surgery’. It implies that, yes Mary shot Sherlock. Yes Mary tried to aim so that it’s enough to hospitalize Sherlock, but not enough to kill him. Why do that? Because she needed time, time to think, time to sort out the mess she made, time to plan and make sure that John won’t know so that John doesn’t leave her. (Does this sound selfish? perhaps. But as I said, at that point she’s in a panicked state. So afraid of losing John. And in that panicked state, the action she ended up choosing may not be the wisest. That much is true. So it’s very unfair to quickly judge her as evil and manipulative even though you know that she was under pressure and overwhelmed by fear when she chose those actions) And next, Sherlock is shot. She had aimed. She was a crack shot (evidence: she hit the coin, a small target). But, she’s not perfect, the shot is off probably by a few mm (just like before; she didn’t hit the center of the coin). And in the context of a human body, sadly, the difference of a few millimeters can mean the difference of life and death. So, my conclusion, Sherlock was right about it being surgery - Mary just wanted to buy some time but never intended to kill him. And, the deleted line, Sherlock was right as well - nobody’s perfect, Mary’s shot was imperfect, and it was that slight deviation (one that Mary has no control of anymore) that caused Sherlock to flatline.
So in short, if the fic were to attempt a non-OOC Mary as character, she would NOT be faking pregnancy, she would NOT hate Sherlock, she would NOT want to kill Sherlock, she would NOT be crazy controlling possessive over John (remember TSOT, one where Mary was basically the one who encouraged those 2 idiots to hang out and find a case. Why? because she knows they love each other and care for each other but their own stupidity is what’s in the way of having fun like the ‘good old times’. Mary’s solution: to trick them so that those two idiots would find a case and catch up on everything they’ve missed. Honestly, in what way does that action possibly spell out “Mary hates Sherlock” or “John is mine and only mine”???)
Same goes for Sherlock and John. In a canon compliant non-OOC fic, Sherlock would NOT hate Mary. John, though he may be conflicted and have further trust issues (Sherlock lying to him, Mary lying to him, etc), John would NOT loathe Mary and he would NOT want her dead.
idk I personally feel that it’s so unfair when a well-written complex character like Mary is stripped off everything and defined only by the label ‘evil bitch’.
DISCLAIMER: This post is in no way intended to force you to like Mary! That’s entirely your opinion and I fully comprehend that, just as how this post contains my opinion. As for fics, there is nothing wrong with the fics that portrayed Mary as downright evil. That is entirely up to the fic writers! If that’s what they like, they should most definitely write it in that way! I’m not trying to force anyone to write (or not write) anything with this post. Rather, I’m merely ranting because I felt frustrated by the lack of fics in which Mary is portrayed in fair light. (She doesn’t have to be a saint, just as long as she isn’t portrayed as dirt shit evil) ‘If I don’t like it, then why read it’ you ask? Because I had no idea how much I didn’t like it. There’s a lot of high kudos hurt!Sherlock fics in which Mary is evil so I thought I should read it because I love hurt Sherlock angst. I thought I could tolerate it, but overtime the evidence proved otherwise. And I find myself getting more and more frustrated when I’m looking for fics to read (angst, hurt sherlock, high kudos, seems good) and I find out that Mary’s evilness is portrayed (imo) very unfairly. So this long post is nothing more than me venting my frustrations out. That’s all there is to it tbh.
Discrimination against people with tattoos is basically just as bad as racism. You treat a person unfairly based on looks, what’s the difference?
I’m talking particularly about discrimination in the workplace. I couldn’t give a fuck about some random conservative asshole giving me dirty looks in the streets, but refusing to hire a person because of tattoos is absurd. It just shows that people care more about appearance than how good you can be in your profession, which is so ridiculous that it makes me want to puke.
Also, people who believe tattoos are for lower class peasants obviously have no clue how expensive they actually are. Suck a dick.
Hi, you guys and your blog are so great for getting thru this event, and it's definitely been calming to see everyone else is struggling too! I wanted to ask general advice on talking to support: I really want to send them a comment about how this event went so very wrong, but I'm having trouble putting my struggles into a coherent and concise format while still being respectful. What have you all said/recommend saying? I feel like the devs rly need the feedback to improve on the next event.
You’re welcome. :)
I think the thing to remember is that the people you are talking to are just the ‘messengers/middle men’. They have little to no power about how the game actually functions and the story lines/events that take place within it (unless i”m totally wrong and they can control the bigger stuff). They get the shitty job of listening to all our complaining and try to help us out when there’s something wrong with the game.
If it helps you, put your thoughts and feelings in point form. And remember, these people are here to help you and make the game a more pleasant journey (which at the moment it feels like a journey through a guardian of the galaxy hellscape).
Just be respectful. Don’t yell at them or call them names. You’re talking about the game and the business behind the game, not the individuals you are talking to.
Everyone is frustrated, myself included. I just got to streak 7 and seeing Ronan’s HP at 23,000+ made me want to throw my phone out the window.
However, there is another alternative to send in feedback about the game and share your frustrations. Rather than go through the channels that are in game, go to another source. One of them being the Better Business Bureau. You can go there and give them feedback about the structure of the game and the frustrations of it. Do not just go there and say ‘it’s really hard to get Groot, fix it.’ You want to explain how you feel like this event and the business model is set up unfairly for a supposed f2p game. BBB complaints are often taken more seriously by the company. When contacting them make sure you’re giving a good detailed description about your concerns and why they concern and frustrate you. (also please note that the email that is on the BBB page is for someone who no longer works there, so please don’t message them as it’ll probably just get sent off into the email void)
Another alternative is to look at the TinyCo website and see who is in charge of this whole thing (or see who’s in charge via LinkedIn). Go to the higher ups, the people that run the company. Tell them that this event is not only unfairly set up to basically force you to pay real money to get what you want, but it’s also becoming something not fun and for a casual phone game it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. The time vs. the rewards is ridiculous.
I work in the mobile game/app industry and the products I help with at the company I’m at sure as hell doesn’t make people jump through all these hoops and basically force players to spend money for ‘free’ items.
So there are some options for you. And please, please, please remember to be polite. I know it’s frustrating and it can be easy to let go and just rant on, but if you give legitimate thought behind your feedback then you’re more likely to get results.
FRIENDS AU - “our christmas party turned
into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell
in here - damn you look good without a shirt i never noticed before
Q branch was terrifyingly, ridiculously hot. Half the
poor minions looked set to melt on the spot, while the others were desperately
trying to create air conditioning units from various pieces of scrap metal
around the workshop.
It didn’t help that most of them were also drunk.
“… and that bit goes… there?” Q was saying to R, blinking
a little to clear the fog from his eyes. “Is that it?”
R shrugged at him, yawned, and slumped back in her sleep.
“I’m having a nap until further notice,” she told him, and more or less fell
asleep on the spot; she hadn’t slept in about two days, and it was so hot that
frankly, sleep seemed like a promising idea.
Q didn’t see who was offering, but his hand was out to
accept the glass before his brain had even vaguely clocked what was happening.
Which was how he was faced with James Bond less than five
inches away from him, holding a daiquiri in one hand, and a martini in the
other, completely shirtless and smiling his most charming smile.
The noise Q made was not particularly dignified.
“Bit hot, are we?” Bond smirked; Q had divested himself
of the cardigan quite a long time ago, and now his shirt was sticking to him
and he hated everything in the world, absolutely everything. “Your minions say
they might be able to fix the heating.”
Q sighed elaborately. “They say that, and they’re lying,
because they don’t want to be lynched by various overheated agents,” he said, a
little bit slurred, “and you look fucking unfairly gorgeous when I’m here
sweating my own fucking skin off and I’m considering firing every single bloody
one of my minions…”
“… hey,” R interjected, eyes still closed, “… be nice…”
“… except her,” Q amended, still ranting, “because
nobody’s admitted how it broke in the first place and nobody can work out how to fix it.”
Bond was just looking at him. He looked vaguely amused. Q
sort-of wanted to punch him for no real reason other than the fact it was unfair that he looked so good. Even the
other agents didn’t have a patch on him. Bond just looked like the paragon of
Q took a very long slug of daiquiri. “How did you know I
like these?” Q asked, the slurring a little more pronounced.
“I was watching you earlier, you downed several,” Bond
Q’s eyes narrowed very faintly. “… oh yeah,” he conceded,
after a long moment or ten. “Alright. Yes, that makes sense. Cheers, by the
“And a merry Christmas,” Bond added, as Q clinked their
Abruptly, from the other side of the room, Alec crowed: “MISTLETOE.”
Bond and Q looked at one another, and above their heads.
The fucker wasn’t lying.
R was smirking in her sleep.
Q just didn’t have the energy to play coy. He dived at
Bond’s lips, and Bond – to his credit – took it remarkably well, and actually
responded with a fair bit of vigour and general enthusiasm.