i almost cried while making this

Self-Care & Helpful Tips for INTP “The Thinker”

Functions: Ti-Ne-Si-Fe

Strengths

  • Great analyst & abstract thinker
  • Imaginative & original
  • Open-minded
  • Enthusiastic
  • Objective
  • Honest & straightforward

Weaknesses

  • Very private & withdrawn
  • Insensitive
  • Absent-minded
  • Condescending
  • Loathe rules & guidelines
  • Second-guess themselves

Turn-on = Understanding

Turn-off = Manipulation

What stresses INTP out

  • Being in an environment where they feel controlled by others.
  • Not being allowed to go with the flow of the moment.
  • Being required to do simple and repetitive tasks.
  • Being surrounded by individuals they see as incompetent.
  • A lack of autonomy.
  • Being in charge of the quality of another person’s work.
  • Not enough alone time. Too much extraverting.
  • Being immersed in emotionally charged environments.
  • Being in a place where their expertise is not appreciated.
  • People “barging in” on their space.
  • Not having their strongly held values validated

How to help an INTP experiencing stress

  • Give them alone time and space
  • Excuse them from some of their responsibilities
  • Let them get away from everything
  • Don’t ask them how they feel or if they’re okay
  • Encourage them to have some alone time exercising
  • Let them know it’s okay to feel unreasonable sometimes
  • Stay out of the way and forgive out-of-characteristic behavior


How INTP handle Grief

  • Bury their feelings
  • Not good at opening in front of others

How INTP handle Guilt

  • Over-analytical
  • Pressure themselves to do better

What INTP are like when Sad

  • Appear apathetic & disinterested
  • Dislike feeling vulnerable

What INTP need after a Bad Day

  • A new project to distract them from self-destructive thoughts

What INTP do when Angry

  • Ignores their anger for years at a time until they eventually snap unexpectedly and spew snarky insults about the opposing party’s intelligence.

What INTP Should do Instead

  • Take note of when and why they’re feeling angry, rather than pushing it down, in order to avoid outbursts.

What INTP Struggle with

  • Giving words of affirmation

What INTP are Hard on themselves for

  • Constantly feel like they should be do better

INTP’s Purpose in Life is

  • Seek that which is unknown

What INTP Need to Know

  • Emotions aren’t scary monsters, and you are not void of them. Being vulnerable is not the worst thing in the world. It is okay to live in the moment, and not feel guilty for it.

What INTP Should never Forget

  • You are capable of true warmth. We value your intelligence and are thankful for your unique views and understanding. You are always someone we can depend on to solve the problem at hand.
Rogue One Spoilers

BTW I saw Rogue One today and while

a) This is not my fandom
b) I was expecting Space Ocean’s Eleven not Space D-Day At Normandy holy fuck
c) I am so ignorant of Star Wars that I once thought an origami Star Wars Spaceship was a poorly-executed origami flower

nevertheless

a) Pretty great movie
b) K2-SOF MY HEART
c) Even though I was expecting it I still almost cried when CGI Baby Carrie Fisher showed up

Also, I told my parents before the movie “This is a movie that is so political Disney had to make a statement that it wasn’t political” and after the movie my mum said “I have literally with my own eyes seen live anti-nuke protests in the sixties that were less political than that movie.”

PS WOW Darth Vader’s outfit does not age well huh? I feel like the grainy quality of the original films hid a multitude of costuming sins on that one, holy textured trousers Batman.

Are we sure that wasn't an ACTUAL proposal??

Okay, hear me out.
I researched Japanese traditional proposals (after reading another tumblr post on this). And found that TRADITIONALLY they are very indirect.
Yuri asks for Viktor to “Take care of him until he retires please”. And Viktor calls it an almost proposal, grins, agrees silently by kissing his hand, and then they hug again.
While they are hugging, Viktor pretty much makes it a PROPOSAL. He says, “I wish you’d NEVER retire.”
And Yuri GETS that! He gets that Viktor is proposing! That’s why he cries. And I feel like he confirms and agrees to this by telling Viktor, “let’s go TOGETHER and win gold at the GPF”.

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….
Or I’m desperate for them to be married already because I LOVE them so damn much ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“Paris is good. Nice call, Monsieur.”

“De nada, muchacha.”

Thank you for 100 follows! Needless to say, I miss these two real bad and I have for around six years. DC writers are pretty sadistic ya know that? Then again, I guess I might be too.

Because who has time or money to read almost 30 years of relationship development…

Under the cut: Look Over Your Shoulder, a monologue recap Fanfic: Fluff/Humor/Angst. DC Rebirth. Wally’s POV. Warning: Mention of the grief typically associated with Alzheimer’s. Also I cried while writing this. Story set to this song.

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It’s Me Or Her (Part 2)

Jimin x Reader (Jungkook appearance)

Genre: Angst (these feels)

Words: 2,115


The gentle breeze that travelled through the air made you shiver as you walked your way from your car to the café. It wasn’t as busy as it usually was, which didn’t bother you because you needed some time to sit, relax with a cup of coffee, and think.

You had brought your laptop along with you so that you could work on managing the clothing website you owned. You had to admit that being your own boss had its perks.

You entered the coffee shop and savored the smell of fresh coffee beans and tea. You walked over to the front counter to order a drink.
As you searched through the options that were plastered on the board behind the barista, your eyes stopped on a certain item on the menu.

‘Americano, Jimin liked those’, you thought. You snapped out of your wandering thoughts as you tried to forget about him. It had been 6 months, so why was he still popping up in your mind? You brought yourself back to reality as you ordered a Vienna coffee.

“Ok, and what’s your name?” The barista asked politely.

“Y/N,” you responded. You paid and sat down at a booth to wait for your order to be made.

You opened your laptop to get started on your work. You scrolled through your website to make sure the prices were correct for all of your merchandise, and fine-tuned some things so that the website would run smoothly. Just as you were about to text one of your co-workers, you heard the door of the café open, along with two awfully familiar voices.

“Hyung, I really think you should think about it,” you heard one voice say. “I mean, how many times has he gotten hurt in the past two months!”

“I agree, but don’t you think it’s out of our hands?” You closed your eyes as you heard the response of the second voice. You didn’t want to believe it. 'So much for forgetting about him,’ you thought to yourself. You tried to keep your eyes glued to the laptop screen once you opened them again. The last thing you wanted was to stand out and potentially catch their attention.

“Hello, what would you two like?” The barista questioned.

“Ummm, can I get an Americano?” The familiar voice asked. You felt an overwhelming amount of awkwardness brew over you. Your mind was telling you to get out of the situation as fast as you could, but your body just wouldn’t move.

“I’ll have the same thing,” the other voice finished.

“Your names please?”

“Jungkook and Jimin,” you heard. Your breathing had stopped as you sat unmoving in your booth, still unable to process the reality of what was going on. You heard the two men shuffle to a table that sounded like it was near the front of the café.

“Y/N!?” The barista called out while looking at you sat in your booth. You slowly turned your head so that you were looking at her. “Your Vienna coffee is ready,” she chimed. You quickly got up and tried to cover the right side of your face with your creme colored pea coat so that your face wouldn’t be seen. You knew deep down inside that his eyes were on your body as soon as your name was called.

You mouthed a 'thank you’ before grabbing the coffee and quickly moving back to your seat. You tried to stay calm as you realized your heart was beating faster than ever.

Your attention was eventually diverted back to your work, with the thought of Jimin still in the back of your mind. You tried so hard to completely forget about it, but with his presence in the same facility as yours, it was extremely difficult.

You looked down at your phone once you got a text back from your co-worker. As your fingers were typing away, you heard the sound of the booth move underneath someone who had sat down on the other side of the table. Your hands started shaking from nervousness as you tried to type slower than you normally would have. 'Anything to avoid his gaze,’ you thought.

You felt his eyes burn holes into your skin. You noticed your body had gotten tense from the new environment, so you rolled your shoulders back to try and look calm, but you were anything but that.

“Look at me,” he softly commanded. Your breathing had become heavier and your fingers had stopped typing as you sent the message. You placed your phone next to you and laid your forearms on the table. You slowly lifted your head, but as soon as you saw his face, your eyes darted away from his.

“Look at me,” he repeated. This time, his right hand came out to scoop your left hand into his palm. Instead of following his command, you just stared at your hand in his.

“Your hands are always so cold,” he commented. The corner of his mouth threatened to turn into a half smirk, but eventually failed to do so. You said nothing in response as your eyes still pierced at your hand in his.

He then took both of your hands and closed them together with both of his, and blew his warm breath onto them to warm them up. Your stare had followed your hands, making you look up at his face. He rubbed your hands together to create friction between them.

“Jimin and Jungkook?” You heard the barista call. Jimin shot a look at Jungkook which you assumed was telling him to grab his drink. Jungkook came over to the sit the cup on the table you and Jimin were sitting at and gave you a smile before walking back over to his seat.

You looked back at Jimin; this time, you looked into his eyes. You carefully noticed their color, and remembered that his eyes were one of the things you loved most about him.

Your anger towards him had faded months ago. You were tired of always being mad at him. Your heart had just been broken, and the last thing you wanted to do was curse him out. You just let him be. When he left your apartment that day, neither of you spoke to each other. No texts, no calls, no emails, even the gifts had stop showing up at your door. You had managed to forget about him, but then you started seeing online articles about speculation of him seeing another girl. That girl being Jihae.

The rumors didn’t make you furious, surprisingly. Maybe it was because they were just rumors. He hadn’t really given you up for her, had he? There was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that came alive every time you saw the rumors. You had no idea what that feeling was, but you definitely didn’t like it. You were starting to get that same feeling as you looked at the soft features of his face. His hands were still wrapped around yours as he sat them on the table.

“Jimin,” you weakly mumbled. You felt the need to speak and the words that flooded to your mind came out effortlessly and without second thought.

“Yeah?” He responded faintly.

“I feel so alone,” you confessed. “I feel like everything that I had left, everything that kept me alive just- disappeared.”

Your eyes lowered their gaze as you began to silently cry. You’ve wanted to get these feelings and these words off of your chest for a long time. You turned your head to look out of the clear glass window that sat next to you.

“I’m not mad at you. I’m not angry that you chose her over me. I’m just so- broken.” You whispered the last word as you felt your heart clench from the pain that was now washing over you.

“I’m not with her. I don’t want to be.” He responded. “They just keep taking pictures, and I can’t stand to see my name in the same sentence as hers everyday. I know you’ve seen them. The articles,” he explained.

Your mouth was now turned into a frown as you let out your sorrow and heartache. You absentmindedly hooked your hands with his and gave his hands a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t get it. Why did you leave if you didn’t-”

“Because, she was all in my head, telling me that I should leave you. She thought you weren’t treating me right and said it was toxic. But it was my fault.” His voice trailed off.

“She was right,” you admitted. “I shouldn’t have been so mean from the start. I just couldn’t take it.”

“I know.”

You looked back at his eyes and noticed that he had started to cry as well. You put a smile on your face as you released your right hand to wipe away his tears.

“I don’t like seeing you cry,” you sighed. Your voice wavered as you tried to chuckle through the pain.

“ I know,” he repeated. You leaned back into the booth and exhaled as you tried to compose yourself.

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever loved, you know? I fucked up,” he admitted. “You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone.” His words initiated another set of tears to fall from your eyes.

“You don’t know how many holes I have in my walls from punching them.” He mumbled. “Or how many times I’ve wanted to call you but couldn’t get myself to actually do it.”

“I wish you would have.” You stated.

You looked down in your lap as the silence between the two of you became threatening.

“Why is it so hard to look me in the eyes baby girl?” Jimin’s hand caressed your jawbone. “You always used to look me in the eyes.”

You felt your face become warmer  as you thought about his words. Why had you become such a coward?  

“Your eyes are beautiful. I want to see them.” His hand lifted your chin so that your stare met his. “Every day I wondered if I would ever be able to see the love in your eyes as clear as I once did. But now- it’s hard to tell.”

The corners of your mouth turned upwards, revealing a smirk on your lips.

“I think that’s just because I’m crying,” you managed to respond through tears. You found a grip on Jimin’s wrist before speaking again.
“I never lost the love in my eyes, or in my heart. I never stopped loving you, and I don’t think I ever will.”

You closed your eyes to bask in the somber moment. You felt Jimin’s hand pull away from your skin, and you felt your heart beat faster as you realized you poured out your heart to him. It wasn’t the first time you had done it, but it was the first time you spoke to him like this since the incident happened.

You opened your eyes to see Jimin’s gaze lowered, this time his eyes staring at your left hand. He grabbed it like he did earlier and lifted it up to caress the soft skin.

“You know, before I left, I bought you a promise ring. I wanted to give it to you when I came back, but that didn’t happen,” he confessed. “When I left your house the day you told me you couldn’t be with me, I attached it to my necklace.” His free hand came up to bring the necklace out from under his shirt. It was a beautiful necklace that looked like it was handled with the upmost care. You examined it and noticed the ring that hung on the bottom on the jewelry.

“I wear it every day, because it reminds me of you. But I think it belongs somewhere else.” Jimin let go of your hand to reach behind his neck and unlatched the necklace. He pulled the ring from the long piece of jewelry and placed it on your left ring finger.

“I miss you so much princess,” he whispered as he ran his thumb over the diamond that stood out from the ring. He brought your hand up to kiss it with his full, beautiful, pink lips.

“Jimin, I don’t know what to say,” you croaked, your voice tired from all of the crying.

“Well how about I start by asking if we could start back from where we left off? I mean, before I almost lost you.” You both still had tears running down your tense faces.

You made sure you stared into his eyes so that he could see the love that still harbored inside of them.

“Of course. I would love that.”

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.
—  Stephen King

i am at a loss for words even now!! thank you so much @samakaphyllis for being one of the most generous and kind people ever. i almost cried when i opened this up yesterday. i recieved a signed copy of animation magazine, a signed drawing of rippen, another signed picture of rippen (by mr. molina too!!!) and a really sweet letter. ( again, i almost started bawling while i was making posters with my friends for the club showcase we have coming up)  

if anything this shows how thankful us as fans should be toward creators like sam levine. as well as being obviously super nice and down to earth, he has an amazing mind and has created so much amazing content for the world. 

thank you so much again for EVERYTHING you do, mr. levine. i hope to see your work (and maybe some day work on it too! :O  ) for a long time.  

i and love and you | naruto

prompt: one of them gets sick and the other has to take care of them. @stellatiate
sum: you and me, we flew
a/n: i’m going to start taking prompts on my narfic sideblog @datte-ba, just fyi! also, please reblog + comment! 

Hanabi doesn’t expect him to make an appearance. Or, maybe she does, but not this quickly.

Kou offers the younger Hyuuga sister an amused look as she passes by, but Hanabi is careful not to do more than smile. Naruto’s eagerness in regards to all things concerning her sister is an easily laughable thing, but in a good way. His open and endless love for Hinata Hyuuga brings a smile and affectionate laughter to almost anyone’s face, sometimes even Hiashi’s.

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The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them – words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think.
—  Stephen King, The Body
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“Et entendre ton rire comme on entend la mer
S'arrêter, repartir en arrière “

I finished Stone Ocean a while ago, and it took me some time to make a fanart out of it. (read: crawl out of my half-denial half-traumatized state enough to draw something.)

The quote is from a french song called “Mistral Gagnant” by Renaud. It’s basically about a father cherishing his daughter, spending time with her, being nostalgic. 

Missing You

A/N: Okay I’ll try my hand at a Susan Pevensie angst fic. I hope you don’t cry. At how bad it is hehe. And something for you to read while I try to finish the current requests.

Summary: It has been 3 years since Susan’s family and friends died. 3 years since she started believing again. Every year, she goes back to her childhood home for a day. But this year, she finds something that makes her relive the pain all over again.


Forgive me Aslan, Susan thought as she neared her childhood home. A reminder of the sins she has committed and what she has lost.

It has been 3 years since the train accident that took the lives of her parents, her siblings and her friends. Once she found their bodies, she too wished she was in the accident with them.

The accident made her find her faith in Narnia again. Which made her furious all over again, at herself. She couldn’t believe she was so foolish! To think earthly pleasures can compete what she had in Narnia? She was High Queen of Narnia! She couldn’t believe parties and boys made her forget her duty to Aslan.

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