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Not So Picture Perfect || Kian Lawley Imagine (Requested)

“Literally all I want to do is go home. I really don’t want to be here,” I told Callie as I worked on the gym elliptical.

“What, why? You love the gym. What’s wrong?”

“Kian flies out with Jc and Dom today for the second half of the tour and won’t be back for 3 weeks.”

“Okay, I know you love him, but it’s only 3 ½ weeks. They will fly by, especially with Maya’s birthday party and Ricky’s “I Hit One Million” Bash.”

Even though I hate to admit it, she was right. It’s just 3 lousy weeks and with the technology we have today, it will be like he never left. 

“Fuck, you’re right. Did you know I hate that about you?”

“Yeah and I love you too, beyotch. Call me later, okay?”

“Alright, bye.”

I finished my 90 minute workout and headed home to see Kian for the last few hours. I grabbed my gym bag and unlocked the door to see Kian’s suitcases against the wall. I let out a sigh and called out to him.

“I’ll be there in a sec!” he yelled back. When he came into my view, I saw that he was on the phone.

“Yeah, Dude. I’ll be there in about an hour. Okay. Bye”

I gave him a confused look,”I thought your flight was at 10 tonight.”

“It was, but there was a screw up with the airline and our flight is 4:40 now.” I looked at the clock behind him and it read 1:27 pm.

“So that means you have to leave now,” I said defeated.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Baby.”

“No it’s fine, it’s not your fault. Did you need me to drive you?”

“I don’t need you to, but I definitely want you to,” he said as he embraced me. 

I helped him load his bags into the car and hopped in. I couldn’t help but think that i wouldn’t have moments like this for 3 fucking weeks. I hated it, but Kian loves his fans and would do anything for them. I would never stand between that.

After what seemed like the shortest ride in history, we pulled up to his terminal. Jc and Dom were already out there waiting for us and I helped unload Kian’s things. We stood there for what felt like forever, just holding each other.

“Ugh, ew! Come on already, Vitaly’s inside!” JC whined beside us. Kian and I decided to gross him out even more and started tongue battling each other.

“God! Didn’t you guys do enough of that before he left?!” asked Dom.

“We actually didn’t,” I said to Kian, looking kind of amused. 

“Well this is going to be one uncomfortable flight,” he joked.

“Speaking of flight, we gotta catch ours!” JC said.

“Fuuuck, I don’t want you to leave.”

“I know, but I’ll be back soon, okay.”

“Okay, have fun.”

“I will, I’ll call you when we land,” he said running into the airport.

“I’ll be waiting,” I said to myself.

When I arrived back to our place I was finally able to take a well needed shower. When I was done, I ordered food off of Postmates and caught up on ‘Are You The One?’ I really hated being here without Kian, but I had to remind myself that I did it during the first half and was (somewhat) fine.

My phone started to ring and I got excited when I saw that it was Kian calling.


“Hey, Baby. How are you?”

“Lonely. How was the flight?”

“Pretty good. Some kid threw up though, which made Dom almost throw up.”

“Ew, but kinda awesome, haha.” Our conversation didn’t last long due to the fact that he had a long day tomorrow and it was late where he was.

I decided that it was time for me to go to bed as well and try to not be so bleh.

The next few days were getting easier and easier. Almost two weeks have already passed and Maya’s birthday party was a great distraction. I hear from Kian every night and every night I miss him more. Tonight is Ricky’s bash and I’m really excited. I took me like 4 hours to get ready, but I was almost done. I was applying the last bit of makeup when my phone buzzed. 

I heard Callie come in and we naturally had to capture this moment. 

That night was complete blast. I can’t stress how proud I am of Ricky T for reaching over one million youtube subscribers. Callie and I finally got back to my place and I was about to take a shower when my phone started to ring.

“Hey, I saw your Snap. You look beautiful, how was the party?”

“It was really fun, but tiring. How’s the tour going?”

“It’s good! The fans are amazing, the closer I get to coming home, the more anxious I get to be with you.”

“*Sigh* I can’t wait for you to come back.”

“I know me either, but I’ll let you get some rest and I’ll do the same. Sweet dreams, Babe.”

“You too, Kian. Good night.”

The next few days were quite boring, but Kian comes home in a little over a week and I’m so happy! I had been trying to reach him for the last few hours now, but he wasn’t picking up. I finally gave up on him and tried calling JC, but it was too loud to hold a conversation. My last resort was Vitaly who evidently was asleep and didn’t know anything.

I realized that this was the first night Kian hadn’t called me and I got a sort of uneasy feeling in my stomach. I quickly shook it off and decided to go to bed. 

It was about 7:15 am when I was woken up by the constant vibration of my phone. After about 2 solid minutes, I groggily turn over and check what it is. I see that it is a bunch of Twitter notifications and I decided to open them. I see an assload of pictures of Jc with some random girl wither ass out, but that’s when I see it.

“What the fuck?” I say to myself as I read the tweets. I feel my heart drop as I see my boyfriend cradling another girl’s ass. I immediately decide to call him and of course it goes straight to voicemail. 

Over the course of the next 9 days, I didn’t leave the house. Ricky and Callie came over to keep me company, but I just wanted to be alone. Kian tried calling every 5 minutes, except when he was on stage, but I ignored all of them. Even the rest of the boys were trying to contact me, but I only talked to Vitally since he wasn’t there that night. He tried to get me to talk about it, but knowing that he would relay it all to Kian, I just changed the subject. 

So many people were talking about what happened, even Kian’s ex Andrea. All I could do at this point is cry and look at old photos of Kian and I. 

Kian comes back tomorrow and I had to make a hasty decision. I was in the middle of my thoughts when my phone vibrated over and over again. I thought I shut that fucker off. I go look at it and I see it is the man of the hour once again.

I can’t help but smile a little bit as I cry even harder now. Is it worth letting go? Is it worth staying? Then he said it. 

Those words made my decision so much easier.

scarletnightwalker  asked:

Hello, I was wondering if you could help me. Lately I've come across the healthy/unhealthy personality types. Though I know, that I'm an ENTP, I would like to learn, how you can tell whether they are healthy or not. Would be great if you would explain this. Thanks in advance PS.: I'm not sure, if this is the right place to ask my questions, so correct me if the 'question' section isn't the right one.

It’s the right place. All the mods are pretty chill coz we’re awesome. :)

Unhealthy NTP: never finishes anything or focuses on the details (zero follow through), uses their Fe to manipulate people (you’re soft, and a pansy, and making you fall for my BS is so fun, maybe I can even get you to cry by pointing out how stupid your ideas are!) or intentionally hurt them rather than forge genuine connections or take into consideration people’s feelings.

Healthy NTP: knows which ideas are better than others, in order to focus on bringing them into fruition and either commits to them long-term by selecting a creative partner (Ne/Fe) or giving their ideas away to others who can nail down the details. Is logical but gentle in correcting others, mindful that people’s feelings matter and it’s important for others to genuinely like you in life, in order to get things done (and because it’s the nice thing to do). Realizes they’re prone to hyperbole, short term interests, and exaggeration, and learns to laugh about it, but also acknowledge it and work on fixing it. Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy NFP: never finishes anything or focuses on details (zero follow through), follows their heart without regard for the consequences, using that to justify hurtful behavior (I don’t care what you think, I fell out of love with you, so I can cheat on you all I want, I’ve done nothing wrong, this is who I am, just deal with it or get out), refuses to take blame for their part of the problem, may intentionally offend others, and doesn’t care about anyone but themselves.

Healthy NFP: knows which ideas are better than others and seeks to bring the best ones into the world through healthy engagement of goals, deadlines, and process of elimination (Te). Sets personal deadlines for self, and beats them, in order to stay motivated. Understands what drives them most, slows them down, or angers them, and commits to doing something about it. Learns such things as “tact,” when dealing with others, but also when and where to defy social norms and stand up for oneself (does that really matter? is it worth a fight?). Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy NTJ: becomes obnoxious in pushing their “vision” on others or asserting they know everything (including your motives) while devaluing your feelings or beliefs, often sneers at people who make emotional decisions, and sometimes passive-aggressively attacks people’s ego or intelligence that they do not like (okay, stupid, I’m just going to make you look like an idiot, while correcting every damn thing you say, all day long, until you run away and cry).

Healthy NTJ: has a fair, balanced, and open-minded approach to life, is willing to listen to others’ ideas and offer practical thoughts on them, but is neither arrogant nor pushy about their knowledge, expertise, and logical detachment. Chooses when to correct others with care, and never does so to humiliate, only to educate. Respects others’ feelings even if they personally feel that the other person is making a mistake. Focuses on taking their ideas and goals and making them real. Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy NFJ: total detachment from reality, while stubbornly clinging to the belief that their irrational interpretation is “the truth” (and the ONLY truth) (It DOES make sense, you’re just too stupid to understand it!), and resorting to a “you’re either with us or against us” mentality, which manifests in creating a single universal (sometimes abstract) enemy and trying to recruit others to join their cause against them / you (bad Ni and Fe).

Healthy NFJ: has a fair, balanced, and open-minded approach to life, accepts their interpretation may be unrealistic, but is committed to bringing their ideas and visualizations to life, often by recruiting others to a positive common cause. Uses their understanding of others’ motives to uplift rather than tear down, and becomes a source of compassionate and guiding “wisdom” for friends (I worry about you choosing this path, and here’s why…). Never recruits others in any negative ways against someone who disagrees with them. Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy STP: irresponsible, reckless, and hedonistic, engaging in short-term behaviors that leave a wake of destruction behind (broken marriages, families, and violated responsibilities), often using Fe to manipulate people to get what they want (hey, I’m super hot and I’ve seen you ogling my backside, so I’m going to wear something that accentuates it so you’ll give me what I want in return one of these days; I don’t care how wrong it is) and then dumping them like hotcakes.

Healthy STP: knows life has much to offer and not only enjoys it but helps others loosen up and try new things, but commits to the people, beliefs, and jobs that are most important to them, for the long term. Understands and respects others’ feelings and seeks to connect to them through that, as well as develop their own ability to communicate. Learns the art of tact and when to use it (is it worth correcting this person or does it matter?). Tries to think about the long-term consequences of impulse, before engaging in it. Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy SFP: irresponsible, reckless, and hedonistic, going through jobs and romantic relationships like wildfire, abandoning people every time they get “bored” or feel unattached; justifies this behavior with selfish reasoning (I just don’t love you anymore, so I don’t have to treat you with respect); unable to be counted upon by other people, since they never show up or follow through; refuses to take responsibility through their actions and doesn’t mind offending others for no reason at all.

Healthy SFP: is good at self-entertaining and eager to try new things, and infects others with a similar excitement; is good at pushing people out of their comfort zones and encouraging them to aim high for their dreams. Has a strong sense of personal beliefs, and is willing to commit to other people, and prioritize them in relationships. Knows when it’s appropriate to defy social convention, and when it’s better to dial back the “but this is just who I am!” and chill. Sets personal goals, deadlines, and achievements, and sticks with things, so they have something tangible to show for their time (Te). Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy STJ: refuses to adapt or change even when their world implodes; may try and “force” or “strong-arm” others into their point of view. Has little interest or respect for people’s feelings and doesn’t mind crushing them on their way to success, but may also play the role of a martyr in the process (since NO ONE ELSE IS RESPONSIBLE AROUND HERE, I HAVE TO DO IT). May become irrational or paranoid with lower Ne, and turn into a pessimist.

Healthy STJ: uses their extensive past experience to figure out what will and won’t work when dealing with life and problems, but is also open to new ideas, trying out new things, and experiencing what “lies beneath the surface” (Ne). Tries not to shut down ideas until they have considered them. Is practical, efficient, and logical, but also respects people’s feelings and doesn’t intentionally try to hurt, shame, or control them. Becomes able to share what they need emotionally with others, rather than playing a martyr (I would like it if you would take the trash out; since I’m doing this other thing, it seems fair, and it would make me happy). Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy SFJ: refuses to change or adapt, while clinging stubbornly to their idea of “how things were,” while struggling to control their emotions; may resort to being “fake” in order to manipulate others, to “us vs them” thinking and overt moralizing (if you don’t agree with us, you’d better change your mind or face the consequences, because we can’t let you hold such a wrong point of view and will punish you for it).

Healthy SFJ: uses the past to form impressions about people and situations, but changes those perceptions based on new experience; is open to new ideas and beliefs, and willing to look beneath the surface (Ne), with the aim of making those things “useful and tangible” in the real world (how can this idea apply to life and improve our situation?). Learns the art of “polite affirming correction,” which helps others become better, while not shaming, humiliating, or insulting them for their behavior. Aware not everyone needs to agree, and comfortable with those who don’t; never recruits anyone against anyone else, or adopts a mentality of “let’s get that person, together.” Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes. 

- ENFP Mod

Guest: Part 1

You ask Harry to be your date to a wedding. But just as friends, of course…


Originally posted by intoyouharryarchive

You had never been more perplexed over the word, “Guest”.

The wedding invite in your hand had arrived at your door a few hours prior and, while the upcoming wedding itself wasn’t news (you had known that your two friends would end up getting married arguably before they did), the little “(Y/N) + Guest” notation at the bottom was unexpected. You currently weren’t dating anyone and hadn’t been for quite a while; at least long enough for your friends not to assume that you would be bringing someone.

But, there it was, in plain, black ink: (Y/N) + Guest.

You bit your lip and read the invite again, wondering if maybe they had just allotted one guest for everyone because they had a huge budget. All of your other close friends were already invited to the wedding in the first place; who on earth were you expected to bring?

It was one friend’s suggestion of, “What about Harry?” that currently had you in fits of nerves and bouts of overthinking. Harry was a pal, sure, but you certainly weren’t close enough to him that you could just waltz right up and ask him to be your date to a wedding. He didn’t even know the bride and groom, but he did know many of your other friends that would be in attendance.

It wasn’t that you weren’t friendly with Harry. You had known each other probably about five years now and always ended up hanging out whenever he was around, though it was typically in a group. You got along well, laughed a lot, enjoyed the same things and had a lot in common. But you weren’t close. He wasn’t the type that you would just call up on a Friday night if you were bored; you were way too self conscious to do that, even though he didn’t act like Harry Styles when he was around you.

He was also incredibly good looking and charming, and that scared you. The idea of being seen at a wedding with Harry Styles just felt like you were opening yourself up for ridicule. You were generally okay with how you looked, but Harry was like a Greek god compared to pretty much everywhere else.

Truth be told, you had a bit of a crush on him. It was a harmless crush, because when he was away you didn’t really think about him at all, but he did manage to make you nervous and give you butterflies every time you saw him.

The idea of asking Harry to be your wedding date had been pinching at the back of your mind for weeks now. The wedding was still a few months away, but you still hadn’t sent in an RSVP to confirm whether you were coming alone or with someone else.

“Have you asked him yet?”

That was the first question your friend consistently asked you ever since she had suggested it. Your response was always the same and becoming a bit exasperating, if you were being honest.

“How am I supposed to ask him?”

Your friend crossed her arms and gave you a smirk.

“Well…how about, ‘Hey Harry, would you like to come to this wedding with me?’”

You sighed, throwing yourself back on your bed and bringing your arms up to cover your face.

“I can’t just ask him like that! It would be weird.”

“I feel like it wouldn’t be…”

“I don’t know him that well.”

“You’ve known him for four years!”

“Yeah, but we never hang out alone!”

“He’d say yes.”

“You don’t know that.”

“No, but I have a pretty good idea.”

Your conversations went on like this until your friend finally got tired of arguing with you. The rational part of your mind knew that, in all likelihood, Harry would say yes if you asked him. As long as he was around and didn’t have any other plans, he had no real reason to turn you down. But the part of your brain that kept overthinking things – the one that was usually in the forefront – had run through 50 different scenarios in which you asked him and he said no, or you just ended up making a complete fool of yourself.

Finally, you couldn’t put off your RSVP any longer; the wedding was drawing near and your friends needed numbers. Harry had been in London for quite a while now, with a few quick trips to the US scattered here and there, but you had seen him more in the last six months than you had in the past few years.

“Ask him!” your friend hissed, almost shoving you in Harry’s direction as you and a large group of your friends were just about to leave a restaurant.

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It’s the first cool day New York has seen in months. Louis wakes up to a light chill in the air, goosebumps rising on his skin, the cracked windows finally letting in a breeze that doesn’t feel muggy, and when he rolls over to face Harry, sheets pooled around his bare waist, Louis only pauses to stare for a brief moment before he’s poking Harry’s chest, cheeks, eyelids. Harry bats him away, groaning.

“Why. What.” His voice is rough with sleep and he doesn’t any make an attempt to open his eyes.

Louis smirks, poking him in the stomach. Hard. “It’s finally fall.”

“It’s been fall for a week and a half.”

“Yeah but now it feels like fall.”

Harry groans louder. “It’s Sunday. The day of rest. I don’t want to wake up yet.”

“But.” He sits up, reaching for the duvet cover, wrapping it around himself. It smells like Harry’s shampoo, and a little bit like fabric softener. “We should go apple picking.”

“You don’t even like apples that much,” Harry mumbles into his pillow.

“I’m a teacher. I think it’s a law to like them, or something.”

He grunts out something that resembles probably, then rolls over to his other side, his back facing Louis.

That won’t do.

Louis rearranges himself so he’s situated on Harry’s lap, his movements quick enough that Harry doesn’t have time to react or push him away. Louis drags his hands up and down Harry’s sides, touching softly at his fading scars, and Harry finally opens his eyes at that, smile breaking, shaking his head.

“Has anyone ever told you how much of a pain in the ass you are?”

“A few times, maybe.”

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anonymous asked:

RFA and unknown with chubby!mc on the beach. Some guys harass her abt being fat in her swimsuit. How does each person react?

HELLO MOD SAERAN HERE :)) *WARNING*: heavy body shaming please read at your own risk, as a chubby person this can trigger >.< so please read at your own risk BUT IF YOU DO JUST KNOW EACH MAN/WOMEN DEFENDS YOU LIKE THE BEAUTIFUL GODDESS YOU ARE!


-In exactly two weeks, your boyfriend will have his first day off in months because he started his new movie. After the RFA party, Zen became a bigger name in Korea. He even reached all the way to the United States. For exactly 6 months you and Zen were in Los Angeles, California, filming one of his new movies. You were handling the fame well according to Zen’s eyes but…. he didn’t know that you contemplated leaving him so many times. The reason for that is because you were bullied by fans every day….. from social media….the press…..and his fan letters. Nothing compares to his extreme fan girls because they all made fun of you because you were chubby.

-Before his rise to fame, Zen knew you were insecure of your body and he always reminded you he loved your rolls. He loved grabbing it and kissing it when you guys were intimate *cough fucking cough* so you slowly were learning to love yourself by the help of Zen. However, it wasn’t easy because you were with the most perfect man in the entire universe. He was the head of many Fashion Magazines and was even offered to be a model. He declined the modeling job because he wanted to focus on acting. So you were always the girl who “ was lucky to be with him”. But you learned to hide it well because you didn’t want Zen to worry about you.

-The day finally came and you were hoping he would just want to stay home and relax with you at the house. You heard his footsteps coming closer to you and you were anxious of what he was going to say. “ Baby!! How is my princess” he ran to you hugging you and then picking you up twirling you around. You were always worried about breaking him but he insisted that you were light. “ I’m fine… so where does my Prince Charming want to go on his day off” I giggled while flicking his nose. He smiled and casually said “ let’s go to the beach! I’m in the mood for some waves! I’m going to try surfing again babe! I know.. IT’S NOT GONNA BE LIKE LAST TIME! I will not fall” he laughed while heading towards the closet. You walked after him thinking about why does he WHY the beach. You didn’t want to show your body. People weren’t lying California Girls were beautiful. Sun Kiss skin. Skinny and beautiful. You? Fat. Ugly. Rolls everywhere. Zen notice the change of your face and went to you and grabbed your chin to make him look at him “ if a guy flirts with you I will punch them because you are gorgeous inside and out. I will punch them baby I swear” he brought you closer to him and kissed your forehead gently.

-You guys finally reached the beach and you were wearing a dress swimsuit and Zen was just wearing shorts and a tank top. He looked like one of those Hollister models while you looked like a potato. He held your hand proudly and dragged you so you guys can find a seat. He found an umbrella that was vacant and he got the chairs he was carrying and set everything up. You plopped down the chair and gave a heavy sigh. You were doing okay till you heard a group of guys laughing. “Holy shit EVERYONE LOOK IT’S ZEN AND HIS SHAMOO GIRLFRIEND. I’m surprised you didn’t break the chair sweetie. Next time warn us when you are about to throw yourself !! We are a earthquake state and we don’t want to confuse your falls with an earthquake!!” He was laughing and all his friends were high fiving him. Yo got home and tried running but the sand was slowing you down. “ Awww is the whale having problem running!! You should run more so you can actually look good in a swimsuit” his voice sounded like poison while you fell onto the sand and cried your eyes out.

-You wanted the sand to swallow you up because you can’t believe that Zen even wanted to be with you. “HAHA miss piggy is laughing !! Awww is she to fa-” you heard a body fall onto the sand and heard human flesh being beaten. You turned around and saw Zen rearranging the dudes face. “Don’t you fucking DARE talk about my girlfriend like that. *punch* I am *punch* lucky that she *punch* wants to be *punch* with someone *punch* like *grabs his head and slammed it into the ground* me.” The other friends were starting to run off screaming and Zen was running after his prey. He jumped onto this guy and kicked the air out of him. “ And you wanna be James Franco *kicks* I heard *kicks* your smart remark *kick* that you thought *kick* she deserved *picks him up and throws him to the water* to fucking fall”. The rest of the group were apologizing and left running.

-Zen ran to you with bleeding knuckles helping you up. “Baby I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry those guys hurt you. I’m sorry baby. I’m honored to be your boyfriend. Shit. You are the only one for me I don’t care if you are plus size. Regular size is boring trust me *he gave you a wink* *he hugged you and grabbed onto your ass and smacked it.. hard…* I love that I have more to grab on. Now let’s go wash my baby up so I can eat you” you blushed heavily and left to the car.


-Jumin loved everything about you. He loved that you were plus sized. He fucking lived for it. He especially loved it when the two of you were having sex and you sat on his face. He loved being suffocated by your pussy and it juices. From the day he first met you, he loved you. He fucking loved you so much, he would shit talk on designers who didn’t make plus size clothing. He would say it in front of their face. Shit he didn’t give a FUCK. He hired plus size designers to make your clothes and lingerie. If you hated a roll, expect that roll to have hickies and love bites on it. He loved you from the tip of your head to the tip of your toes. Don’t get me started on how he loves that Elizabeth 3rd loves cuddling with you.

-One day he decided to work from home because he wanted to spend time with you and Elizabeth. You were making a big breakfast as always because you cooked for the both of you and the guards. He honestly loved that about you. You were so selfless that you always put yourself last. He just chuckled seeing his employees eating their breakfast nervously because they weren’t use to eating on the clock. However, to ease the situation, you created a system. One group of men would be eating while the other would be outside guarding and then once the men or done eating they will eat. Jumin loved your thinking so he made sure the fridge and cabinets were always in stock. The chef was still employed because you needed help making a big breakfast, lunch and dinner !! When you and Jumin were going out on dates you made sure the chef made food for the guards that were protecting the penthouse. Jumin sweared that each and every passing day he fell more in love with you.

-When he was signing documents and editing them because people can’t tell the difference between Arial and Arial black he overheard you talking to Elizabeth 3rd. “ My lovely Elizabeth…. how I miss the ocean…. I’m not sure if Jumin ever took you near the beach but just hearing the sound of the waves….feeling the wet sand between my toes makes me feel at peace.” You heard her heavily sigh and you heart was about to burst. How can this angel… JESUS Christ. What kind of a man am I for not taking her to a place that she loves. You were about to go to her and ask her for forgiveness until you heard her crying. “ but Elizabeth *meow* the thing is I don’t tell Jumin because I’m ashamed of being next to him in a swimsuit. I’m ugly and fat and he is perfect. He is famous for being rich for crying out loud. Aren’t rich people suppose to be with supermodels and people who are gorgeous, tall, lean, and bright eyes!! I’m fat, ugly, short, with boring eye color.” Jumins heart broke. The guards who were hearing you from the outside were crying. Elizabeth was meowing sadly. The chef who was cleaning his hands in the sink were crying. The whole world was crying. Jumin was going to take you to the fucking ocean even if it means millions of dollars buying out a whole resort with a private beach. GUESS WHAT he did the next min. He bought a fucking resort that had a private beach.

-Jumin was already packing his shit. Jumin was packing your shit. Jumin was packing Elizabeth 3rd Shit. Jumin went outside to the guard and told him to call homes to get their shit pack. He called driver Kim to get the limo ready and to get the jet ready as well. He came to you and told you the news of how he decided to buy a resort and why not use it right now. You hugged him and told him that you were going to get everything ready. You were about to leave for the room but he hugged you from behind and told you that everything was already ready. You told the guards that had to stay :( sorry and that she wishes that they could come along. They fucking loved you. The guards who went along with the chief of security had their bags ready and everything. Because they knew…. they were able to sorta enjoy this mini vacation.

-When you two got there..people were waiting outside to greet the two of you. You guys proceed to head to the presidential suite. You told the guards to take turns sleeping and enjoying the resort. The guards fucking loved you have I mention? They wouldn’t hesitate taking a bullet for you. When you entered the suite you ran to the balcony to look out doors. You were in awe you had to.. YOU JUST HAVE TO GO NOW. You went back inside and Jumin was already in shorts ready to go and he gently threw a swimsuit towards you. You notice it wasn’t your usual dress swimsuit. It was a real bikini one. You looked at Jumin shook. He should know how you feel about this. “You look sexy kitten trust me. It’s going to be only us two it’s a private beach! Please baby pleaaaaseee wear this for daddy ?” He pouted :3 JESUS CHRIST WHEN JUMIN HAN CALLS HIMSELF DADDY WHEN YALL NOT FUCKING IT’S A SERIOUS DEAL. You rolled your eyes and he knew he won >:D.

-You PUT it on and JESUS CHRIST the bikini was beautiful and he went closer to you and wrapped his arns around you tenderly. You flicked his nose “ last one there is going to be submissive” and YOU FUCKING RAN. YOU WERE LIKE RUN FOREST RUN. You ran past some of the guards who were waiting by the elevator “ PUSH THE FUCKING BUTTON PLEASE AND STAAALLLL HIM” they loved moments like these >:3. They pushed the button and you pressed the closed door and you saw Jumin running to Stop the door from closing but a guard was like Mr. Han wait she took the stairs. Jumin knew that wasn’t you because who the fuck like taking stairs. He heard you laugh when the door closed and he took the stairs. He went down 13 flights of stairs quickly and then went to the elevator and pressed the button and when it opened you were shook. He was sweaty and had a smirk on his face. When the elevator hit the 1st floor. You pushed him to the far corner of the elevator and ran for it. He obviously caught up to you and picked you up and had you over his shoulder laughing. You two finally reached the beach and he put you down gently and kissed you. He loved seeing you smile because it made him feel warm inside.

-The other guards were patrolling the area to make sure there were no intruders in Mr. Hans resort. You waved at them and they waved back. You ran to the ocean till you heard a group of girls calling for you. You looked around and you saw a group of girls with their boyfriends. You knew they were making fun of you and it hurt so much. “ Wow I didn’t know fat people like you actually have Bikinis made for them. Sweetie 2 piece are only made for us skinny people.” She laughed. “ Yeah whoever told you that you actually looked decent lied to your fucking face because god *he closed his eyes* you would even make a blind man cringe in disgust”. Tears were rolling down your face so quickly. You just wanted to have a good time but this THIS group had to ruin everything. You turned back and you saw mad fucking men. Jumin was giving death glares to the man who was harassing you. The 3 guards on his each side of him was ready to fucking attack because no one messes with you ESPECIALLY CAUSE YOU WERE SO NICE AND LOVING TO THEM. Jumin slowly walked to the guy and looked down on him “ you really think you’re a big shot aren’t you. News flash. You ain’t shit *looked at the female who made fun of you * and you ain’t shit. Now if you would excuse me *HE FUCKING PUNCH THE GUY AND HE WAS K/O WITH ONE FUCKING PUNCH. Jumin had a serious face “ attack now.” THE GUARDS WERE UNLEASHED AND THEY FCKING CHASED AND BEAT DOWN THE OTHER MALES. Jumin picked up you and took you to the ocean. He whispered words of love and care into your ear until you started to believe them again.


-Yoosung joined the coffee club and he actually participated in every single event :’D. He was amazing at making coffee now thanks to Jaehee help. You loved it because every time you woke up, there was always a different smell lingering throughout the apartment. You loved it but in the beginning it was nasty smells because POOR BABY WAS WAS WAASSS JUST EXPERIMENTING. But after months of patients and LOVE, he became really good at it. For Christmas one year, jaehee bought him a coffee making set and you bought him all the ingredients he needed. He cried so hard because you always believed in him from the very beginning. He always told you that you were his inspiration for trying to make the best coffee in the world.

-So slowly, yoosung was climbing thru the ranks of the coffee club and ended up Vice President :’D. When he was announced that he was chosen to be Vice President, he was being manly and told them that they will always make amazing coffee. When the both of you got home, HE TACKLED YOU AND HUGGED YOU AND CRIED. POOR BABY. Yoosung being Vice President actually made the coffee club more fun because there were always bonding activities. You always refused to go and told him to spend time with his friends and that you were gonna stay home and continue studying. He was hesitant that something was wrong but being the theater major that you are, you convinced him that nothing was wrong :).

-However, you promised him to go to one event and that he better chose it good. You thought he forgot about it but one day he came SCREAMING into the building and you heard him all the way up from the 3rd floor. JESUS he was that loud. “ BAAAABBBBBYYY BAABABBABAYYYYYY I HAVE NEEEWWSS  FOR YOU!!” You heard him singing baby and oh god what is it now. He kicked the door open and he was in flip flops and shorts with an LOL tank top. “ BABE GET READY WE ARE HEADING TO THE BEACH. THIS IS MY EVENT OF CHOOSING LETS GO” He said with a grin. You heard him breathing heavily and you were thinking, did he really ran all the way to the house from campus. Dear god he was serious. You went to the bedroom and changed into your two piece that can be mistaken for a swim dress but it wasn’t. You then put regular clothes over and ready to go face the beach with a fake smile :(. When you were on the club bus to head to the beach he notice that you didn’t have a real smile on your face and he asked what’s wrong and you just shook it off and said nothing that you were worrying about an assignment. HE BLAMED HIMSELF FOR DRAGGING YOU THERE. HE EVEN TOLD YOU HE WILL PRACTICE LINES WITH YOU AND EVERYTHING TO MAKE UP FOR THE SUDDEN ADVENTURE. You gave him one of your famous smiles and he kissed your forehead. If only he knew….

-You guys arrived at the beach and you wanted to just say sitting on the bench. You saw the rest of the members taking of their clothes to be just with their swim suits, running to the ocean. You wish you had the confidence to do that. Yoosung took of his tank top and and was ready to run for it but he saw that you weren’t moving. He went closer to you and you know you had to do it before he started worrying again. You took of the clothes and were just in your swimsuit and his nose started to bleed. He always believed you were a thick goddess made just for him. You cleaned his nose with your shirt. He grabbed your hand and made you run with him. You were starting to enjoy yourself because your boyfriend was laughing and his laugh made you smile. You guys made it to the water and jumped in. You were having a blast till….. “DAMN FAT ASS YOU CAUGHT US OFF GUARD. YOU CREATED AN EXTRA WAVE.” they laughed while pointing at you. Yoosung notice and he looked at you and everything clicked for him.

-”EVERYONE A WHALE IS IN SHORE OH MY GOD EVERYONE BE CAREFUL WE MIGHT GET A TSUNAMI.” The group of jerks continued to laugh. Tears were forming in your eyes and you grabbed yoosung hands and tried dragging him away. He took his hand away from you and you saw his eyes were dark purple. Oh shit. The man as come out. He ran there like a fucking bull and jumped onto the guy and was destroying him. The guys friends were calling 911 because yoosung was going animalistic. The police came and it took 4 officers to get yoosung off the guy. Yoosung was yelling and him and you were crying. You were a mess. You called Jumin because you needed help bailing yoosung out of jail. Jumin picked you up 3 mins after you called him and followed the police car to jail. Before they were going to book him, Jumin put a briefcase down and pushed the button to open it. There was 2 millions dollars in that suitcase and they let yoosung go without booking him. Jumin gave the two of you a ride in his limo back to his apartment and he asked what in the world happened. You told him with tears in your eyes and he looked at yoosung and gave him a smirk. He told him that he was proud. you guys got home and you gave him the biggest hug and told him thank you. He cried.

Jaehee *she is gonna be short*

-You guys were set to go on a date on the beach. She knew your insecurities but she didn’t give a fuck what other people said because she loved you and your thick self. So to make compromise with you because she wanted you to have a good time and be comfortable, it was suppose to happen around 7:30.

-you decided to meet her there because she wanted to go early and prepare everything. She wanted everything to be romantic. So since you knew there were going to be few people there are the beach, you decided to wear a bikini and you wore a dress over it. You were excited to go see the love of your life :’D

-you arrived at the beach and now you were just looking for the tower she texted you to arrive at. You were walking on the sand heading your way over to the tower. Fuck. You saw a group of college students having a bonfire. Shit they are drinking. You start to pick up the pace hoping PRAYING they won’t notice you. Sadly, god was busy taking other people’s request. “HEY DONUT WHY DON’T YOU COME OVER HERE AND LET US ROAST YOUR FATASS”. His other friend “ YEAH I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAVE TO USE CURTAIN DRAPES AS CLOTHES” she laughed evilly. God you wanted to cry but you kept walking. But then the bitch who told you about using curtains as clothes followed you calling you names. You wanted it to stop. You wanted to find jaehee. You started to run and the BITCH was running after you calling you names. You kept running faster until you heard a thud behind you. You decided to stop running and you looked back. You saw your girlfriend kicking her fucking ass. She dislocated her shoulder and broke her nose. She got sand and threw it to her face and then Jaehee spit on her.

-She walked over to you and hugged you and kissed your lips gently and then went towards your neck and gave it little nibbles. She loved you for who you are and she kissed you again while gripping your thighs.

Saeyoung: *he is gonna be short as well*

-You guys finally decided to get out of the house for once. You both wanted fresh air and he insisted on going to the beach and you told him no. You wanted to go to the mountains. He told you no. He said beach. You said mountains. But you felt bad because he really wanted to go to the beach and you weren’t going to let your DAMN insecurity keeping you from having a good time. You finally said yes and he grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him for a deep kiss. He gripped your ass and you guys had a quickie. Lol.

-You guys took a shower together a quick one and got ready. You were putting on a swim suit dress and he shakes his head. He made you put on a bikini because he believed that you had the sexiest body ever. You blushed because he looked at you with hunger. You put a shirt and a skirt over it so you can go out in public normal. He got ready as well and it was off to the beach !

-When you guys got there he notice the sand was really hot. Like burning hot and he didn’t want your feet to get blisters. So he told you to hop on his back and that he was going to carry you till you guys got to the squishy sand. He notice that you were hesitating so he just picked you up bridal style and gave you a smirk. He was strolling by the volleyball court and you were nervous. He were hiding your face between your hands. He told you that he wasn’t going to let you fall but oh boy. That was the last thing you were thinking. You notice that two men were laughing and pointing at you and you were guessing your boyfriend didn’t notice. Damn how you wanted him to move faster. WHY WAS HE BEING SO SLOW. “Hey bud!! Red head” one of them yelled. Saeyoung turned around to face them “ yeah what is it?”he said with a blank expression. “ do you need help with carrying the heavy load” his friends were laughing. Saeyoung put you down kissed your foreheads and smiled. He went over and basically made the guy lose 2 teeth. He then looked for his wallet and destroyed everything of his and his family and his friends when you two got home. He left them bankrupt. He put them as felons. You name it he already did it. He wasn’t going to let a fuck boy hurt his goddess shit. You two still HE a nice time at the beach tho C:


-you two were already at the pier. Both of you guys finished your bi weekly appointment of therapy. He was slowly going back into society. You loved him so much. He was in love with you and he believed he owed his life to you. Therapy was always interesting because the session was suppose to be about him but someone he made it about the both of you. So it was like couples therapy. You were annoyed at first but then Saeran said the both of you should become better people. When he notice how much you hate yourself because you categorize yourself as “ fat” he knew he had to change your mind. No matter how many times he called you beautiful, you didn’t pay attention to him.

-That’s when he started talking about your insecurities and how it affects him because he gets so flabbergasted that an angel sent from the heaven above… Hates herself. The therapy was good for each individual but it made the relationship stronger. You guys were able to communicate more and everything. The love was amazing, the sex was phenomenal, the communication was great, life was perfect for him. He started to call saeyoung brother and not idiot brother. Everything was going good C:   

-You guys were eating ice cream on the pier enjoying each other’s presence and the sounds of the wave crashing onto the sand. He looked at you so lovingly as if he was admiring the work of art. “Pecan *YES HE CALLS YOU AFTER AN ICE CREAM FLAVOR* can we go down to the beach?” He said softly. You got up and cleaned your mouth and cleaned his *HE WAS BLUSHING MY POOR HUSBAND* and went your way down to the beach.

-You took off your sandals and he took of his shoes and rolled up pants. You were wearing shorts so you were good. You guys strolled down the whole beach with the water reaching up to your ankles. You felt so happy. So truly happy. You saw this old couple and you asked if they were nice enough to take pictures for they both of you and they happily obliged. You guys had a little photo shoot and each and every single picture was of the both of you smiling and kissing. The couple prayed that you will last until the both of you reached the heaven above. Everything was perfect. Until you saw a man pointing at you and laughing. He came closer and you were waiting for him to say something mean. You closed your eyes waiting to hear the poison entering your brain. But. Nothing. FUCKING. Happened. You opened your eyes and saw the guy looking a bit nervous. He then proceeded to tell you that you were very beautiful and that you guys look like an amazing couple. He then ran off and you looked at Saeran and before he could change his facial expression he had his death glare on. Then he changed into a smile and kissed you and smacked your ass lightly. You laughed and he did too and you continue walking with him hand in hand


Cold Feet | JIMIN

Originally posted by bwipsul

pairing: jimin x reader

↝ genre: angst & fluff | best friends to lovers

↝ length: 6.8k

↝ summary: snippets of your years with park jimin. you have an awful habit of getting cold feet when it comes to jimin but lucky for you, he’s a trooper. 

“Can I sit here?” The boy in front of you asks gently.

“No,” comes your brutally immediate reply.

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molybdxnum  asked:

could you give any examples as to how low emotional intelligence manifests in a Fi-user versus a Fe-user? i'm fairly sure i'm an INXP (always questioning though lol), but i just have a generally poor EQ, and i'm not sure how you can tell which feeling function is affecting the way you process emotion. are there any distinctions? is one more likely to appear in high-EQ people than the other? xoxo

(Gif: Margaery Tyrell, Game of Thrones. ESFJ.)

Emotional intelligence is the ability to identify and manage your own emotions and the emotions of others. It is generally said to include three skills:

  • emotional awareness
  • the ability to harness emotions and apply them to tasks like thinking and problem solving
  • the ability to manage emotions, which includes regulating your own emotions and cheering up or calming down other people.

The important thing to remember is where the feeling functions draw their energy; Fe is focused outward, on eliciting emotions from others and bringing them to a sense of unity in shared feelings; Fi is focused inward and has a delayed reaction or needs time to internalize before it responds.

Let’s say you have lunch in a group, and a Fe-dom makes a strong remark that inflames the passions of someone else at the table. Fe-dom and Te-user have  an intense argument about it, much to the distress of everyone else at the table. Fe-dom takes no notice of everyone’s distress – to her, this is “fun” and she had a “good time” despite the general signs of anxiety from other feelers. Both she and the Te continue to argue passionately even when others ask them to stop and/or try to lighten the situation with jokes.

What do you do? What you do, how you handle it, indicates your own Fe or Fi.

The healthy and emotionally intelligent Fe will engage and try to “take charge” by bringing everyone to a place of agreement and diffusing the tension (”I know we can’t agree on this, but we can agree on THAT, right?”); the Fi might read how others are uncomfortable, and feel uncomfortable themselves, and withdraw from the situation (be quiet) or just get up and leave. The Fi might not realize how angry they are at Fe and Te for awhile, until they have had time to emotionally process what just happened. Fi’s are often blindsided by other’s visible emotions and unsure what to do about it.

Emotional intelligence in a Fi can make them superficially seem Fe, because they are tuned in to other people, aware of the feelings that come from certain situations, and invested in them having a pleasant time; that does not change the fact that their own feelings are impressionistic and hard to articulate (speak out loud; this is why Fi’s often express themselves through art or writing).

Emotional awareness:

  • Healthy Fi: I am focused on other people’s body language, facial expressions, and tone of voice, so I get a sense of their overall mood; I am tuned in to whether I am boring them or talking about something they do not care about.
  • Unhealthy Fi (poor awareness): I am oblivious to everyone but myself, and neither notice nor care whether I offend others with my dress, speech, language, or conversational points. I talk about what I want, when I want.
  • Healthy Fe: I am tuned in to other’s feelings at all times, both through their obvious and non-obvious social cues, and try to steer the conversation to points of interest which will establish a relationship between us of trust.
  • Unhealthy Fe (poor awareness): I am open in expressing my feelings on a constant basis and never think about whether it is appropriate to share with this person or in a mixed group; I become frustrated when I encounter someone who is not as emotionally demonstrative as I am. What’s wrong with them?

Ability to harness / control emotions and use them in problem-solving

  • Healthy Fi: I let my strong feelings guide my decisions, which I make based on the emotional impact for everyone involved (is this what is emotionally best for the person I am with?). I am good at helping others direct their passions in positive ways and reminding others to focus on emotional health.
  • Unhealthy Fi (poor awareness): I let my emotions make all my decisions, irregardless of how it hurts others; I do not factor them into my life choices. They can just deal with me as I am. If I do not care, that is unimportant.
  • Healthy Fe: I have learned to control my intense emotions and choose which situations are appropriate for sharing my feelings. I am good with staying on topic with others, reassuring them, and helping them decide what to do, because I can detach from my personal judgments to be objective for them. I am an excellent motivator when my friends need me, and intend to follow through on my promise that they do not have to do this alone.
  • Unhealthy Fe (poor awareness): I have not learned to control my feelings; they direct every decision I make, and I lash out at others who do not understand or support my choices. I do not back off from my feelings, or think about them objectively, but instead try and manipulate others to support me, and become defensive when people challenge my beliefs. My emotional outbursts are frequent and sometimes I bait people just to get a reaction.

Regulate your own feelings

  • Healthy Fi: I recognize my emotions are normal. I’m allowed to have them. I take time to reflect on my outbursts, hurt feelings, or melodramatic responses and decide whether I took offense too easily or overreacted.
  • Unhealthy Fi (poor awareness): I overreact but never apologize for it. This is how I feel. Get over it. I have the same knee-jerk reactions and play the same emotional games that I did when I was six years old.
  • Healthy Fe: I know the entire world does not need my instant emotional responses or to agree with me, and instead choose to share them with people I trust. I no longer allow my first emotional response to something to be the ONLY response I have, since I have learned to step back and discuss my feelings.
  • Unhealthy Fe (poor awareness): I have frequent emotional outbursts, sometimes in inappropriate ways in the wrong places, but refuse to take responsibility for them or change to suit other people’s needs. I talk constantly about how I feel and try to elicit others to empathize with me or offer me support; when they do not, I lash out at them.

Cheering up or calming down other people

  • Healthy Fi: I have learned to step outside myself (what I would want or need in this situation) and help them in a way that is meaningful to them. I ask other Fe’s questions to help them talk through their feelings. I can sit in silence with another Fi, or propose something fun to do to help get them out of their funk. I have learned to manage my own feelings when an argument between others escalates so I can remain level-headed and talk them down.
  • Unhealthy Fi (poor awareness): What do other people have to do with me? If they want to blow up and act like a fool, that’s not my problem. They can call me when they’re fun again.
  • Healthy Fe: I encourage others to talk through their problems. I listen intently, give them frequent indications that I am hearing what they are saying and there for them. I then reassure them they are not alone, that they are strong, and that they can do this. When people get upset and need calmed down, I step into the situation and assert control by reminding others what we have in common, or telling them they don’t have to solve everything all on their own.
  • Unhealthy Fe (poor awareness): I maintain a peppy attitude and get annoyed when others insist on being Debbie downers. I resort to shame tactics instead of encouragement. I sometimes get just as mad as they do, instead of calming them down.

- ENFP Mod

A Letter to Nintendo (I Met My Love on Mario Kart)

Dear Nintendo,

If you didn’t exist I would not have met the love of my life. You’re probably thinking, “So you bumped into someone and realised you both liked Nintendo, who doesn’t? Cool story…” Not even close. 

The year was 2008, a year I’m sure many hold dear in their hearts. The year Mario Kart Wii was released. I don’t know about yours, but my days were filled with holding that wheel (of the plastic kind). MKWii was basically the air I breathed, I still remember my very first online race as crisp as a freshly cut lawn (Grumble Volcano before people realised that glitch existed). After playing the other Mario Kart games over the years against item-lucky computers (and the rare actual person), this blew my mind. However this is barely relevant to the story. The point is, people. There were people out there, just like you and me, casually sitting on the couch with a wheel imprint (perhaps 3.5% of the racing population) left in our hands and soul. Many hours (days, weeks, months), races (thousands, easily), blood sweat and tears went into this game and we all got something out of it I’m sure; fun, frustration, and friends.

Living in that piece of country people may often forget even exists (if it weren’t for the fact we use kangaroos as transport, especially after we realised emus don’t fly nor reverse), the option to play continental was such a blessing as we would often bump into the same people and you’d have that unspoken connection. No words, no contact, you just recognised each other by your Mii and/or name (for those who didn’t change it from John to W4FFLEZ, to SwagMeister89 every day). There was this one player that just stuck out to me, perhaps it was her luscious brown pixilated hair. Or it could have been because we seemed to be completely evenly matched, the only thing that separated us were those items. She’d win one race, I’d win the next. We had formed some unspoken bond, completely without contact, as we wouldn’t hit each other with items but were happy to do so to others. Side by side we’d race until some item-happy player would come along and separate us. So I’d stop at the finish line for her, even if that meant getting last place, just to let her know I saw what happened and she doesn’t deserve to come last because of some item spammer (you know, usually the 3 red shells one at a time). This became a trend and went both ways, I’d see her waiting there at the finish line for me. Then we’d both stop, together, and neither of us would cross. We just sat there at the line, revving our engines, moving backwards and forwards, wanting the other to cross. I still remember so clearly at 1am in the morning we ended up in a race together with just one other person, so the 3 of us. The race started but, simultaneously, we turned around and went backwards, did loops around each other, did the stop start (like when cloud man picks you up and you need a boost) into each other’s vehicles, grabbed items just to hit each other with, not having a single care about the race itself. This lasted for a good while, many laughs were had, and it seemed a true bond was formed - without a single word to each other. At this point, Mario Kart Wii didn’t have the option to add a friend just by clicking on them, or contacting them for that matter. You had to actually converse with them to get their friend code to then become friends, so all this time we were ‘scouring the country side’ to find each other (or more so because Australia is about as big as a 250kb USB, it was easy to bump into each other). Race after race, hour after hour, day after day, week after week we would race.

I didn’t know who this girl was (or even if she was a girl on the other side, let’s be honest) but we were Mario Kart soul mates. It wasn’t just Mario Kart that I loved, it was racing her, through our unspoken bond and silly rituals, that was fun in the purest form. It sounds like a Mario Kart love story… Until that dreaded time came where eventually we went our separate ways. It was time to say that unspoken goodbye, time to let go of that unspoken bond, time to move on. That was it…

So that’s the story, I met the pixilated love of my life and we raced until we could race no more.

…Ah but that’s only the beginning.

 6 years later Mario Kart 8 was released and I wiped the dust off the wheel, reflecting on the past. That wheel was my partner in crime, Epona to Link. It had scratches, bits missing out of it, even bite marks (ahem, sometimes races don’t exactly go your ways…). Those were the times! I jumped online only to find I had people from France, UK and Italy roam my races. Where were my fellow Australians? I played a few races and that was it, holding too strongly onto the past. Down went my trusty wheel and off went the game.

Until one afternoon my brother was bored (or procrastinating) and wanted to know what Mario Kart 8 was like, as we didn’t spend that much time together it was a prime opportunity to chill. So I popped it on, jumped online and went through the motions. A few races with people so far away, whilst fun, I got bored too fast. Almost switching the console off, something stopped me. Those brown eyes, luscious brown hair, big smile, black outfit. Could it be? It was. It was her. In a packed race filled with people from France, UK and Italy there were two Australians. Myself and the girl I raced almost 7 years ago. The girl who stopped at the line for me, the girl who didn’t hit me with items, the girl who who was my racing equal, the girl who I never spoke a word with but shared an unspoken bond. She had the same Mii, same name, there was no doubt it was her. Unlike me I had a different Mii (puberty does things to you) and a different name (I felt now that I was 23 I could level up from nickname to actual name). I knew who she was but she would never know who I am! I was on the tracks riding next to her, beeping at her, bumping into her, all the while knowing she would just think I’m some weirdo who doesn’t know how to handle a bike. It was all so ironic, as well as the fact unlike MK Wii we both didn’t race as our Miis but as Mario and Peach (the helmets covered up our luscious brown hair, y’see). Mario chasing his princess whilst the princess was basically in another castle/didn’t know who he was. I wanted to reach out and tell her who I was; I was that guy she raced almost 7 years ago, that guy who stopped at the line for her, protected her from items, the guy who she stayed up with into the early hours of the morning, that guy she never spoke a single word to. I savoured every race not knowing if I’d ever be able to see her again. I raced by her side race after race, even though I was hit with her items (“And if you hurt me, that’s okay baby” - Ed Sheeran, ‘Photograph’), I even stopped at the line for her. Did she know who I was? Probably not. Next race she was gone. 

And that is how I met the love of my life on Mario Kart, twice. Does that count as a real love story? We basically raced into the sunset to live happily ever after, right?

So there may be more to it. Being in a state of excitement, nostalgia, and who knows what, I was a man on a mission. When I’m a man on a mission I usually forget the simple things, like clicking on her Mii to add her as a friend. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. So I literally was a man on a mission. My first resort, google. Obviously no luck. Miiverse! Excitedly I reached ‘Search Users’ and typed in her name, only to realise that it was one of the most common names to exist. After about an hour of searching my hope was wearing thin, my face resembled a Mii who came in at least 10th, head down, lost, reflecting, pondering. Hang on, she had stars in her name! Apparently everyone with the name Lisa has stars in them. No luck. Utterly defeated, I held the power button down for two seconds and just before the third I realised something. Something didn’t look right… That’s right, she had spaces between the stars! I’ve never been more determined to hit that space bar. There she was. I had found her.

“Hey Lisa! I’m not sure if you’d remember me but I used to race as Ed back in the MKWii days! Was good to see you, can see you haven’t lost your touch!” Not even sure if she’d see the message or even reply, it was all in the hands of fate now. Fate it certainly was. She remembered me. We conversed through Miiverse, learning little basic bits about each other. The most important being that The Legend of Zelda was our favourite gaming series (and basically favourite thing to exist). To the point I have a Zelda tattoo and her dog’s name is Link. Destiny? From there, she asked for my email address so she could send me a photo of Link (let’s just say I am very thankful for Miiverse’s lack of characters/ability to send photos). 

One message turned into many, across days, weeks and months. A one sentence message grew into paragraphs, pages, novels, photos and videos. One single message evolved into over 25 000 words combined. Who knew what one message could lead to. I had found someone who I connected with on every level, whom I shared endless things in common with, big to small (to the point of both of us being left-handed and our birthdays being 2 days apart). However she lived a whole state away. This was nothing but a mere friendship over the internet.

I came across the amazing fan book “Legend of the Hero” by Kari Fry and bought one, along with a few other Zelda bits and pieces. A thought crossed my mind, perhaps I could send this to her? I mean it’s just as easy for her to go buy it herself, but it would be nice, right? So she ended up giving me her address and I excitedly made her a Zelda package. 

Off it went, along with my number on the back of the package (as required by the, ultimate wingman, post office). I soon received a very excited text message and from there we conversed through text - although we couldn’t let go of our novel emails straight away, as our recent messages were “Hey, just letting you know the Postman has left something in your inbox (Da na na naaaa)!” Soon after she sent me my very own Zelda package, which was easily the best package I have ever received in my life.

From there I knew I wanted to meet her. I wanted to drop everything, catch a plane, and meet this girl who I shared this abnormally special connection with. Meet this girl who I had raced for many hours, days, weeks and months on Mario Kart(s) (“Oh I lost you once but I found you twice, and my search is over” - ‘Deeper Love’, Mike Mago). Meet this girl who I waited for; not only at the line but, unknowingly, for many years. Meet this girl who I had spent hours upon hours writing to, words upon words, photos upon photos. Meet this girl who seemed to be a destined part of my life. That I did. 

One single flight and a solid friendship turned into thirteen flights (within a month) and a beautiful relationship, with the final flight being a permanent one. I’ve now moved states, transferred jobs, and am living with my best friend, my soulmate, my love. Best decision I’ve ever made was to catch that flight. No, the best decision I’ve ever made was to play Mario Kart. 

Who knew that Mario Kart could forever change your life?

Thank you, Nintendo.

- Elijah 

P.S. We are now very happily engaged - Zelda rings* for the both of us!

*Austin Moore from Earth Art Gem and Jewelry (https://www.etsy.com/shop/mooredesign13) made both our rings, with Lisa’s being a custom made design. Absolutely recommend!

P.P.S. Here is a link to the video (also included within post) of me proposing to my now fiancee (with Mario Kart included - as well as a Zelda cake): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukkw6XI4jTo 

Thank you, Nintendo.

I thought I’d take a moment to talk about one of my favorite minor rogues in the Batman canon.  It’s not Clock King, it’s not Condiment King, it’s not even Killer Moth…

This is A.S. Scarlet, AKA The Bookworm, a character that was introduced in the 1966 Adam West TV series.  The creators came up with the idea for him in honor of National Reading week, so no points for guessing what his shtick is.  But it’s the details that makes me really love him.

First of all, the costume and gadgets.  I love this costume so much—it hits the sweet spot between goofy and kind of awesome.  The brown pleather jacket is meant to echo “rare old book bindings” (because books are bound with leather…?) and while it looks more than a bit uncomfortable (it seriously creaks whenever he moves!), the tailoring on it is great.  Plus it manages to look rather dapper.

The reading lamp on the fedora is pretty neat, but what I really love are the glasses.  When he turns a knob on the side of the left frame, it opens a radio frequency that allows him to communicate with his henchmen. A few years later, the Green Hornet TV show would come up with a similar device, but I love the fact that a one-off Batman villain came up with it first.

Second of all, the henchmen themselves.  Typically the henchmen on the ‘66 show, even moreso than in modern Batman media, were big dumb galoots who had to be led around by their nose to obvious answers by their bosses.  But these guys didn’t really fit that stereotype.  Yeah, they were crappy fighters and got their butts handed to them by Batman easily, but they were miles more intelligent than your average goons. They were articulate, kind of snobby, and always thinking on the same wavelength as their boss.  That, and they were efficient—every scheme they wanted to pull went off without a hitch. Plus they’ve got some awesome codenames (Pressman, Typesetter, and my favorite, Printer’s Devil).

And of course, there was the moll—Lydia Limpet (Francine York).  Most of the time the ‘66 molls were there just to be empty-headed eye-candy, but not this girl.  Not only does she have some genuinely adorable chemistry with Bookworm—

(I ship these two like freaking FedEx.)

–but she is also darn intelligent in her own right. When she’s taken into the Batcave and hypnotized to try to weasel out her boss’s ultimate plan, she immediately twigs to the fact that the Dynamic Duo know more than they should and feeds them false information.  She also tricks Robin into gassing himself into unconsciousness.  All while literally having her hands tied.  She also has quite a bit in common with Bookworm, sharing his love of literature.  And then at the end, while most molls try to weasel their way out by pleading with Batman and claiming they were just innocent girls who tangled with the wrong crowd, Lydia accepts her fate and allows herself to be arrested.  She’s completely unapologetic about the entire scheme, and I love that about her.

And third of all, the character of the Bookworm himself.  He’s played by one of the great character actors, Roddy McDowall—

(whom you might know better as this little scamp)

–who makes Bookworm into much more than a one-note baddie.  He’s intelligent, certainly, with high standards and an eidetic memory; and he’s also very theatrical and cheerfully practically in a Riddler sort of way.  But he’s also freaking scary.  Most of the time, he has a very genteel, calm demeanor with this constant smile of slight “you poor simple fools”-style amusement on his face.  But when things don’t go his way, or when someone even says a wrong thing, he completely flips his gourd.  In the beginning of his two-parter, Lydia asks him why, with his brain and enthusiasm, he hasn’t written his own book.  And he blows up at her, admitting that for all his brilliance he doesn’t actually have any originality, resorting to “stolen plots” from other books, and accuses her of insulting him further.  He then picks up the heaviest book in his lair and attempts to bash her brains in with it…all over an honest mistake.  

Of course, he’s back in perfect control within minutes, but for the rest of the episode you’re on edge every time he so much as snaps at anyone.  And it’s not the only time he flies off the handle like that, either—after Batman and Robin escape one of his deathtraps, he has another brief freakout before getting back to business.  He’s a fascinating character to watch and played by a fantastic actor to boot.

The two-part 1966 episode he’s in is a wild ride from start to finish, including a possible assassination attempt, the first window cameo ever, and some truly outrageous and convoluted deathtraps (appropriate for a rogue who “like any struggling novelist, overcomplicates the plot!”).  One of which involves a giant cookbook.  I am not making that up.  All the expected ‘60s weird is there, but it’s still a lot of fun.

Unfortunately, that was the only appearance he made in Batman media for a long time.  McDowall wanted to come back for another two-parter, but his busy schedule got in the way.  He didn’t show up again until a 1989 Huntress arc that gave him a new grim ‘n’ gritty backstory.

“A victim of child abuse, his mother would lock him in a closet while she worked on puzzles. (Alexander) Wyvern once started a fire in the closet in a desperate attempt to get his mother to release him – only to wind up badly burned and, after he got his mother’s attention, badly beaten. Psychologically damaged, the boy grew into a serial killer.  Though the violent character bore little resemblance to the literature-obsessed felon of the 1960s, this version did still leave Riddler-style clues for the police to hunt him down.  Bookworm ultimately met his demise when he set a deadly trap for the Huntress. Huntress dressed as his mother, frightening him into running away and tripping his own contraption, killing him.”

(From the Batman wiki)

It was lame, and we don’t talk about it anymore.

He made a few cameos in Deathstroke the Terminators and Teen Titans comics in the 90s, as well as a itty bitty nonspeaking appearance in Batman: The Brave and the Bold.

But in 2013 he made a glorious debut to comics in 2013 in the Batman ’66 line, setting new deathtraps and dropping new literary hints. In one of his best appearances, he sets himself up as an adversary to Batgirl, which is just perfect.  Who better to oppose Barbara Gordon, a librarian, than a book-themed supervillain?

(Yes, that is a giant bug demon.  Long story.)

And in 2014 he reappeared in Gotham Academy, this time as the school’s English and theater professor, which is even more perfect.

He’s a good teacher, if strict and a bit overdramatic.  And let’s be honest, what isn’t cool about having an ex-supervillain as a professor?

Also, this scene. This scene is awesome.

Yes, that is Egghead as played by Vincent Price.  Gotham Academy is just the best.

TL;DR, the Bookworm is an awesome, oft-overlooked Batman baddie whom I highly recommend every fan check out.  You won’t regret it!

Here’s a link to an episode of the Batcave Podcast discussing his ’66 two-parter: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2P3k0o_-Zvk

(All images courtesy of Google Stock.)

Flirtatious - Kara Danvers x Reader (Supergirl)

prompt: “Yaasss you slay. I would like to make a request of a plot maybe reader is a ‘villain’ but a cocky and badass one and always try to flirt with supergirl when they were fighting. But one day when they are fighting supergirl pins reader down and accidently grazed reader’s breast and becomes really flustered. Lol thanks” - anon

ur name is Crimson Storm because I couldn’t think of anything else… so enjoy being a lame ass villain (jk ur pretty cool i guess)

Originally posted by monwinn

The first time you met Supergirl was a great day for mankind, one that would one day be told to your children and your children’s children and your children’s children’s children and so on and so on.

You were casually holding your little sister’s scumbag ex-boyfriend over the railing of the tallest building you could find, when she appeared. Of course she had commanded you to ‘put him down’, which you happily did. She then disappeared for a while as she flew to catch him (she only just caught him before he hit the ground, it was a close call) and by the time she had flown back up you had gone.

The second time was in a similar situation but this time you stayed around, wanting to meet your future wife. She had tried to arrest you, accused you of some evil things (which you had totally done) and then got too flustered to actually make the arrest when you had only begun to compliment her so you managed to slip away as she was too busy blushing.

Every time after that was fairly similar: she arrives, threatens to arrest you, you flirt with her, she blushes and then you might fight before you leave whilst she’s all flustered.

So this time was pretty much the same… kind of.

“Hey! We meet again.” You grinned as Supergirl landed in front of you. “You know, I think this must be fate.” You eyes soon raked over what you could use against the woman in front of you. An old warehouse in the middle of nowhere was never a good place for a battle.

“Or you’re just a villain that really needs locking up.” She shrugged and then cleared her throat, furrowing her brow in determination before getting ready to fight you.

You lifted an eyebrow before effortlessly breaking a pillar Supergirl was standing next to. You really loved your superpowers. A few pieces of large metal came clanging to the floor, bringing some rubble with it.

“I know you too well.” Supergirl said from behind you. “Plus, I’m too fast for you.”

“Nothing is that easy. Plus, ending things quickly is boring. I like to have a little play beforehand.” You winked before crashing some congregated iron into her and flying up to have a higher vantage point. She joined you, aiming her eyes at you. You knew what was about to happen so quickly dodged her and landed on the floor.

The fight continued like this for a while, you were still bursting with energy. You leapt off the ground as she was about to hurdle into you. Again, she sprung up to be level with you, her breathing was getting slightly laboured as she began to get more tired. You watched as she grit her teeth and suddenly jolted forward and taking you by surprise as she tackled you. 

Supergirl managed to rugby tackle you to the floor, landing on top of you in a bit of a frazzled mess. She quickly pinned you down, using the rest of her strength to keep you under her control.

“I never had you labeled as a top, Supergirl.” You smirked. “Then again, I never thought I’d be a bottom but I guess that’s the effect you have on me.” 

“Okay, you can stop flirting with me now. I am literally just about to handcuff you.” She glared down at you as you wiggled your eyebrows. 

“And she’s kinky too!” You laughed mockingly, watching as Supergirl became more and more flustered. She awkwardly cleared her throat, shaking her head making her hair fall from behind her ears, hiding her face. She sighed, trying to be smooth and blow her hair out of her own eyes and therefore blowing it into your face. “Hey, stop that.”

“Well this is your fault, if you’d just stop flirting with me and let me defeat you then we wouldn’t have this problem. And will you stop smirking at me or I swear I will… I dunno, punch you or something.” You bit your lip in order to suppress your laughter at her fumbling around and awkward threat. How she ever defeated anyone you had no idea. In the end she resorted to quickly lifting her hand that was pinning your left arm down in order to tuck her hair back behind her ear.

Supergirl went to pin your arm back down but somehow miscalculated and instead placed her hand firmly on your breast. You both stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before she flew up, hovering above you but still blushing profusely. You straightened up as a smile began to tug at the corners of your mouth and for the first time you found yourself genuinely laughing. 

“I-I didn’t… That was an accident.” She let out a nervous chuckle, taking a few steps back and putting her hands up before crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, right. Sure.” You answered, trying to hide your smile.

“No, seriously, I didn’t mean to.” She insisted, panic spreading on her features.

“I get it, seriously. I understand.” You answered, trying to be earnest for once in your life. “You know, maybe I should go…it’s tough when you come to the realisation that you are completely and utterly in gay love with a villain.” You started to back up.

Supergirl avoided your gaze for a seconds before realising that you were leaving and so landed in front of you, “Wait, no, I can’t just let you go.” She smiled bashfully. You stayed still for a couple of moments, considering your options.

In response, you took a couple of step forwards too. “Why not?” You asked as you still edged forwards. 

“I am literally a laughing stock at the DEO, we’ve fought a dozen or more times and I still haven’t brought you in. I do have a reputation to keep up.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that then, would I?” You took a deep breath as you realised that you were genuinely so in love with this girl that you were willing to hand yourself in for her. “Okay, beam me up Scotty.” You offered her your wrists to bind and she just looked at you in surprise, doing nothing. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re actually going to let me arrest you? Like, take you to the DEO and interrogate you and keep you in a cell because you’re a villain. And you’re going to do that without a fight?” She asked, confusion still etched on her face.

“Yes, though if anyone asks then we had a brutal, bloody fight in which you only just managed to win… before making a pass at me and grabbing my boob. I mean, of course that bit has to be included in the story, it’s the best part.” You winked. “And anyway, I’m sure that if we spend enough time together I’ll suddenly see why I should be a hero rather than a villain and, hey presto! We’ll be fighting evil together… That’s how it goes, right?”

Supergirl stared at you for a while, assessing the situation. “Do you really want to be a hero?”

“Would I still get to fight people?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “But no killing.”

“I’m sure I can work with that.” You nodded, offering her your wrists once more. “Lead the way.”

‘Making Some Changes’ Video Analysis

((Video analysis/take aways from @thatsthat24‘s new video, “Making Some Changes”, with his friends Joan, Talyn, Terrence and Valerie. Time has the links to that part in the video.))

-          0:00 The mind palace echo problem is addressed. It was annoying me last Sanders’ Sides video so I’m glad that’ll be changed.

-          0:26 Prince wants it to be known that he was the one who came up with the idea. Arrogance or seeking for praise? “You mean, I came up with.”

-          0:33 Definitely seeking for praise. Prince flaunts that he did the most work in coming up with the mind palace. This is understandable as many times in the past, whenever he was helped or tried to, the others are often praised but not him as much. His insecurities over this are best shown in the ‘Am I Original’ video. “I was just making sure that it was known that I was the side that did the most work and deserve the most credit.”

-          0:37 Morality makes a butt joke. Roman and Thomas, along with literally all Fanders ever, are stunned, but the moment is brushed aside. Patton seems unaware of what he said, which is unlikely as shown later on. “What an ass…et to your personality, am I right?” “I didn’t know you made jokes like that.” “What joke did I make?”

-          0:47-0:57 Thomas talks about change, sounding apprehensive and worried. Patton is concerned, but Roman is least affected by this. He appears to handle change the best out of them – which makes sense, considering he is the more adventurous side. Life without change for him would get boring. “Nothing stays the same.” “They sure don’t and you’re saying it like it’s a bad thing.”

-          1:01 Patton and Roman simultaneously shout “ICE COLD” when Thomas asks what’s cooler than be cool. I don’t know why, but I really like this moment.

-          1:12 Roman is offended by both Thomas changing them back to their old setup and at the lack of decoration in his corner. His hard work gets swept aside because Thomas is unhappy with the new place and that upsets him, however he is noticeably more distressed over the lack of his stars. A fancy royal has to have his décor. “Wait, what gives? Where are my star thingies?!”

-          1:14-1:24 Patton doesn’t fully remember the old setup. He’s confused and seemingly lost. Roman mentions that he has been off all day, and Thomas doesn’t know why this is happening. “I mean it, why does this place look so familiar?” “Why are you so off today?”

-          1:25 Logan pops up, explaining that the more sudden change there is, the more the heart, Morality, gets confused. He’s more in-tune with Patton than the rest of them, but this of course could be down to his, forgive me, logical behaviour. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume he knows the reasoning behind the actions of the other sides and Thomas more than anyone – including that particularly side. Another example of this is him explaining Anxiety’s cognitive distortion in ‘My Negative Thinking’.

-          1:34 Patton agrees with what Logic says and compliments him on his intelligence. Logan is visibly pleased with this, but is uncomfortable by the emotional question at the end. Despite being so good at explaining emotions, he doesn’t seem to properly understand them yet. “You are so smart, you could solve anything! Why don’t we talk more?” “Uh oh, feelings.”

-          1:48 & 3:35 Patton confuses the words “avalanche” and “beverage” with “average”.

-          2:13 Logan mentions how ‘everyone’ gets homesick, making Morality worried. This isn’t serious, just another example of how the changes are affecting Patton and his sentimentality, emotions and generally confusion levels. “Everyone gets homesick from time to time.” “Do you, Logan?”

-          2:19 All I can say is that I want to shout ‘IT’S CANON’ from the rooftops. I mean, uh, Patton flirts – no, um, is sappy towards Logan, who shuts him down. Logic is far more welcoming to compliments about his knowledge than emotionally-charged ones. “With you, I’m always home.” “You need to chill out.”

-          2:38 Anxiety appears, immediately disheartening everyone else, aside from Patton. The others are quick to express their displeasure over him being there, but Morality only waves cheerily. He and Anxiety seem to be far more pleasant/welcoming to each other ever since the last video in which Roman and Logan gang up on Pat. Anxiety also explicitly mentions that he’s on Patton’s side, which he didn’t do until the end of the last video. “Wait.” “Awww.” “Disappointment.” “So close.” “Waddup, Anxiety?” “Just here to say that I’m on your side.”

-          2:56 Roman looks visibly anxious. He chews on his fingernails. This is interesting to me because although he could be worried about how Anxiety may be putting Thomas off, the shot was brief and had him not really looking at anyone, more so at nothing, and then his gaze flickers to Anxiety, who is continuing his spiel about how change is throwing them off. How much anxiety does he feel? Is this important and will it be addressed?

-          3:00 Anxiety insists that something is wrong, but doesn’t tell anyone what. This is a classic example of, at least in my experience, anxiety. Logic is frustrated when he can’t get a straight answer out of him, and Thomas even says that he hates it when Anxiety is vague. “Something is off.” “What is?” “Something.”

-          3:08 Morality looks to Anxiety for advice, which makes Logan annoyed. He tries to get Patton’s focus, even drawing attention to the fact that Morality complimented him before. I’m not saying he’s jealous, but… “Ah, Anxiety, what do we do?!” “Uh, no. You were listening to me before. Remember how smart I was?

-          3:26 Anxiety gets cut off and talked over by Thomas, who is upset with him. Thomas even resorts to almost yelling, questioning Anxiety, until he snaps and admits what’s bothering him.

-          3:33 When talking about friends, Anxiety looks at Logan. Not sure if this was intentional or not, but I thought I’d add it in because he seems sad when talking about being away from them.

-          3:46 Roman calls Anxiety dismal, Logan calls him monochromatic. They are very quick to say these things about Anx. (Patton, however, calls him spicy. I love love.) “We all know that I’m a bit-“ “Dismal.” “Monochromatic.” “Spicy!”

-          3:49 Anxiety admits that Thomas’s friends provide him with an anchor. He also mentions how constancy keeps him grounded. “And your really good friends… they help me out. They provide constancy.”

-          4:19 Anxiety is concerned with how friends see Thomas. Classic Anxiety. His worry is evident in the way he says it.

-          4:27 Patton listens to Anxiety and is also worried, not wanting to upset friends. Therefore, Anxiety clearly has an effect on Morality.

-          4:42 “You guys can shapeshift.” PARDON MOI?!

-          4:52 Even though Morality is ecstatic with the idea of becoming one of Thomas’s friends, Anxiety thinks this is a ridiculous idea and it can be seen in his facial expression.

-          5:25 LOGAN MAKES A JOKE. Despite telling Patton off mere seconds before about making name-based puns, he compliments Prince as Valerie. NOBODY MENTIONS THIS. “A valorous choice.”

-          5:39 Anxiety incorrectly refers to Roman as “her” when he’s in Valerie form. Roman and Logan quickly correct him, and Anxiety realises his mistake. Good content, 10/10.

-          5:57 Morality gets excited over Danny DeVito again. I’m proud of him, I hope he enjoys that person I don’t know. “Like Danny DeVito!”

-          6:01 Anxiety is the last to change. He definitely does not want to do it all. He even goes so far to say that he’s comfortable the way he is. He really must not want to do this, but Thomas goes ahead and changes him to look like Talyn anyway.

-          6:11-6:22 Logan calls Anxiety “undeniably adorable” and Prince says “I’m trying hard not to like you right now”. Anxiety hisses, which only sets Patton off, comparing him to a kitten. It’s really sweet and all until you remember that Anxiety is probably taking these to mean that the others prefer him not as himself, but as someone else.

-          6:45 Anxiety tells the others that he’s “not okay with this.” No one listens.

-          7:15-7:41 Logan and Patton have a back and forth. Morality makes jokes, Logic insists that he stops. It’s frickin’ adorable.

-          7:46 Another… butt joke… from Morality… “Hehe, butt.”

-          8:34 & 8:50 & 9:10-9:52 Anxiety tries to point out that nothing beats the real thing yet again. Logan, Thomas and Roman don’t listen to him. Even Patton doesn’t seem to take what he has to say into consideration

-          9:55 Morality seeks Logan’s approval for knowing Spanish. Logic doesn’t give it to him, but the moment is still flippin’ sweet, man. “Did I make you proud, Logan? You proud of me?”

-          10:34 Thomas repeats what Anxiety was trying to say as if he thought of it on his own idea. “Nothing beats the real thing.” “I just said that.”

-          10:40 Thomas actually takes Anxiety’s side – indirectly. He sympathises with him, agreeing that the constant change (his sides switching friends or otherwise) isn’t what he needs. Anxiety seems shocked that he’s being listened to, especially after being ignored for a majority of the video. “I’m getting real sick of this.” “I know you are, Anxiety.”

-          11:07 Logic gets told that he used a word wrong and instead of taking it to heart, he quickly moves on. Character development hit me up.

-          12:08 Anxiety asks Thomas to change him back. Why doesn’t he do it himself? You see that he can near the end, but throughout the video he doesn’t. Did someone help him? “Can you use a little bit of that control to change me back now?”

-          12:39 Morality says that even they don’t know Anxiety’s name. The other sides never pressed for anyone else’s but Anxiety’s, now that I think about it. They probably knew each other’s names long before Thomas did. This just makes me annoyingly curious. “And even we don’t know your name so we’re kind of curious.”

-          12:49 Anxiety changes into Talyn. Once again, he doesn’t seem to have the ability to do so through the whole of the video. At first I thought Morality changed him, as he doesn’t seem at all surprised to see Anxiety switch to Talyn, but then Anxiety says that Patton was the only one who didn’t change him. He might’ve meant against his will. Another reason could be that the others have more power than he does, and because they changed him, he cannot switch back unless they allow him to or if he willingly changed into that person by himself.

-          13:22 Patton just wants a hug. Let him hug Thomas. I don’t care about certain… difficulties. Just. Let him hug someone.

-          13:50-13:57 ANXIETY LOOKS AT ROMAN’S BUTT. IT’S CANON. Also Roman taking it as a compliment makes me happy. “It totally makes your butt look big.” “I know, thanks for noticing.”

Sorry for any mistakes/anything important I left out, I’m rather tired and did not edit a whole lot, whoops.

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Addewid (VII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Kai (Jongin)

Rating: R

Warning: Forced kiss, mental torture

Word Count: 4,411

Summary: You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”

You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.

Originally posted by intokai

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the posh boy solution

hi hello welcome to the second part of this little piece

part one: the posh boy problem

also available on: AO3


Sometimes John calls Sherlock little secret names in his head. Greets him with hey, handsome in the morning, calls him genius when he’s being too clever, calls him pretty man, silly git, sweetheart. But sometimes he just needs to call him,

“You fucking idiot!”

John throws his jacket at the back of his chair in obvious distress. It falls off immediately. He is clearly angry with him, Sherlock has observed the ragged breath and flaring nostrils long ago and drawn his conclusions. He wonders what exactly he’s done wrong to upset him so much. The fact that he (technically not quite) stole a boat or that he managed to fall into the Thames? He himself is just upset about having been forced to sacrifice his woollen coat in order to save himself from drowning. Of course, he owns lots of coats. You never know when an accidence like this one might occur.

While Sherlock swam to the shore, John made sure the jewellery thieves, due to which that boat chase had originally been initiated, did not shoot at Sherlock, and in the process of that received a pretty hard blow to the head. A bump is already growing just next to the vein that always pulsates visibly when John is angry.

“You should cool that,” Sherlock suggests.

“Shut up! I will cool that when I feel like cooling it, I’m a bloody doctor!”

Sherlock swallows. It’s worse than he thought. He cannot deny that he likes John when he is on the right side of angry, but this is probably the wrong side and he is also being yelled at.

“A boat chase, Sherlock?!”

“In my defence-” Sherlock starts, but is interrupted by John raising a finger, ordering him to shut the hell up.

“Take your clothes off.”

Sherlock stares. Sherlock blinks. His mind stays blank for a worryingly long amount of time. Then he remembers. He’s wet. Soaked, in fact, completely down to his bones, and freezing too. It’s taken him a little long to catch up because these words, words spoken in the tone of an army captain, are something he’s last heard two days ago, half asleep and desperate in his own bedroom. Another one of those nights in which his imagination filled in for the needs that reality doesn’t meet.

John is waiting in this charged air of silence, maybe having realised what he just said, maybe not. Sherlock tips his chin up and obeys.

“I’m not so posh anymore now, am I?” he mutters under his breath.

John presses his lips together at this, and Sherlock worries briefly that the vein at his temple might just burst. His eyes withhold a certain kind of spark, like a candle flickering, like the glare of a predator. All of a sudden, Sherlock feels stripped completely naked by those eyes only. Then he comes to realise … He’s stripping down. The ruined jacket abandoned next to his shoes and socks, his shirt hanging open to expose his chest and stomach, and his trousers… he’s in the process of shoving them down his thighs. The process of stripping down to his underwear for John Watson. But he feels naked.

John is walking towards him. Slowly, like he means to break him. He might.

His eyes are boring into Sherlock’s own and electrify the space between them, the air they breathe. Sherlock swallows, once more, but his throat is dry and he is thirsty. He is cold, goosebumps all over his body from the river water and those ocean eyes, but his skin is hot with anticipation.

John steps right into his space. Sherlock can smell him. It does things to him, awful things to his heightened senses. It clouds them, but at the same time he is overly aware of naked skin and of John wearing way too many clothes.

“Yeah,” John whispers roughly, so rough and so low he could hurt himself on that sandpaper voice. “You’re still a fucking posh boy.”

John’s eyes drop, and his breath is ragged, but Sherlock suspects this time it’s for entirely different reasons than anger. He doesn’t know who gives in first, and frankly, he  doesn’t give one fuck about it because the next thing he knows is that John’s lips are on his and it feels like he’s dying and being reborn in one single breath.

They long for each other, and their lips meet so hard it might leave bruises. John is all-consuming, is groaning and opening his mouth by opening his own first. Sherlock’s knees buckle at the sensation that is John’s tongue running over his bottom lip. If this is what it’s like to kiss John Watson, he should be put in chains because it’s dangerous. He walks him backwards, shoves him into the wall next to the kitchen. Sherlock’s trousers have dropped down to his ankles and he almost falls over them, held upright by the hard surface of the wall where he bumps his head into.

Dizzy and with a sharp pain buzzing through the back of his head, he feels weightless when John lifts one of his legs, slowly running his hand over the underside of his thigh, fingers through thin hairs and over hard muscle, and Sherlock’s natural reaction is to wrap his leg around John’s middle and hold on tight, so tight. His trousers are hanging from the end of his foot like one last resort before they fall off and to the floor. The pain wears off, and suddenly Sherlock thinks he can feel everything.

The smooth fabric of John’s shirt and the rough one of his jeans that presses against the lower part of his body. Against his thighs and hipbones and the growing bulge in his pants. John’s one hand is rubbing back and forth over his inner thigh and the soft spot where it dissolves into firm buttocks. A soft spot that draws a quite whine out of the back of his throat. He places his other hand on his face to hold him. Lifting his jaw ever so slightly, his thumb is stroking over one sharp cheekbone, and he kisses him again.

Sherlock still feels like he is dying, but it’s different than it was before. John deepens the kiss, and he feels utterly devoured. He’s never wanted anything more, he thinks. Wrapped up in all of him. It fuels his addictive personality in many dangerous ways, but he cannot think, can only indulge in this dance of drawing back only to lean back in again, tongues against each other in one hot wet mess.

All the blood is running south, and as he wraps his arms around John’s neck, he isn’t quite sure how to feel, much less what he is doing.

John breaks the kiss with a sigh. A long, dreamy sigh Sherlock has trouble interpreting correctly. Is it regret? Relief? Pity? But as he closes his eyes in silence, he brings their foreheads together and leans against him. They stay like this for what seems like minutes over minutes, and it should be uncomfortable, should feel ridiculous - with one of them undressed and the two of them panting against each other - but it doesn’t. They breathe together in unison, and when John draws back to look at him, his eyes don’t show anger, aren’t predatory. They are warm, they are gentle.

“You have no idea how long…” he begins, but doesn’t quite know where he was going with it, or if he wants this sentence to end.

Sherlock’s response gets stuck in his throat and its remains come out in a sob. “Yes,” he manages.

“And all this time,” John continues, “So much time…”

“It’s okay,” Sherlock assures him. His voice is quiet, as if he was afraid of breaking emotions fragile and clear as glass. And when they aren’t clear as glass, they are a thick fog of all the things left unsaid. It’s very hard to see through it, but what he sees is sharp enough. “We’re here now.”

John leans back in. He takes his time now, is gentle in his touches and caresses his cheeks. They feel wet, somehow, but Sherlock doesn’t understand why. It’s like the tears are falling naturally.

“Bedroom,” John whispers.

How many times has he imagined John Watson in his bed before this? He hasn’t kept track, but he knows that this time couldn’t be further from his imagination. Because it is reality. And it feels so, so much better than anything else in the world.

John doesn’t hold anything back with him. He kisses him in every spot, he bites his lip and neck and, oh god, the sensitive skin up, up his thighs. He whispers names into all of those spots, lets them sink into his flesh and travel to his chest where they can burn and glow and melt his insecurities with flickers of bliss.

He calls him love when he breaks a kiss, calls him honey as he buries his face in the crook of his neck, calls him genius when Sherlock touches him in the most intimate of places. He tells him he is gorgeous, tells him I need you and I want you. It’s the hottest thing in Sherlock’s ears, goes straight between his legs. He asks him, Is this okay?, asks almost desperately how, how can I have you?

He calls him you brilliant man when he groans, you pretty, pretty boy. But as he thrusts, harder, yes harder, sinks his teeth into his flesh and moans, as his movements became frantic and they are so close and wrapped in each other with tangled limbs and desperation, and yes, as he comes, the one thing on his lips is Sherlock. Only Sherlock. As beautiful as he has ever heard his own name sound. He’s had no idea his name could sound like this, and he’s not sure how anything else could ever come close to being this good.

They lie together, cuddling and blissed out and fucking happy for the first time in what seems to have taken ages. Sherlock feels a smile stretching across his face. John’s thumb caresses long laugh lines as he is bent over him. But he isn’t smiling back. He looks like something worries him.

“Don’t ever risk your own life like that again,” he warns him, but warns him softly.

Sherlock thinks about it in the most rational way he can. He is very serious when he says, “If risking my life leads to this right here, to you and me, I might just consider it.”

John goes ahead and bites him. Just below his jawline, as he has very recently learned he likes a lot.

Sherlock gasps and John lets go.

“Oh no,” he whispers. “This wasn’t a reward, Sherlock. It was… long overdue. I’m still mad at you.”

Sherlock looks away in honest concern and fear. “Are you really?”

John sighs. “No.”

They cuddle in silence for a long while. Sherlock is very close to falling asleep. He is much closer to losing himself to whatever he feels for John Watson. He knows it is love. He’s not sure how much more it is, but it might just kill him one day. That might just be fine with him.

“You’re my posh boy now,” John murmurs right before he feels himself drift away.

He smiles, honestly. Wholeheartedly.

“I’ve never been anything else, John.”



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Forget everything you know about love

Husbands!Jikook, 10k of angsty crack + fluff fluff fluff 

For we cannot love something we do not remember, but maybe forgetting was the solution to all of Jungkook’s problems.

A/N: From this request; hope you like it!

A left, another left, a right, and then a left. Or was it left, right, left, left?

Jungkook doesn’t have time to worry about that as he races down the hall, each tick of the clocks in the hospital, each quickening beat of his heart feeling like it might be the last. Like it might be too late.

Room two twenty-four, two twenty-five… screw it.

Jungkook bursts through the door a millisecond before he could process that it was indeed the correct number, but is given confirmation by the figure seemingly drowning beneath the white sheets.

He was pale. An IV drip attached to one arm. There were a few patches of faint yellow from the bruising. But amidst the faint beeping in the background and the smell of disinfectants much too strong, he was still the same Jimin that Jungkook had always known.

“Jimin—” Jungkook cuts himself off, part of him afraid that he’d regret whatever tumbled out of his mouth in such a distraught state, and the other part of him not even knowing what to say.

Jimin, I’m so sorry…please don’t hate me.

Jungkook keeps his head bowed, avoiding the look of hatred that he expected from his husband.


But as he looks up and sees that strangely empty look in Jimin’s eyes, he knows that something isn’t quite right.

“Jimin? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” A pause that feels much too long. “Sorry, um, could you tell me who you are?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed and lips curling down into a frown. “Were you someone important to me?”

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NCT MTL to date a tall vs. short girl


Anon: Could you do a MTL to date someone short? (I’m almost 18 but at 150 I have to resort to climbing on the countertops and using BBQ tongs to reach things on the top shelf >.< so frustrating)

Heya!! xD this was interesting to write to say the least, and extremely hard since I was forced to put biases lower down :’-( why am i so tall? Tell me what you think and if you’re pissed your bias “won’t” date you according to this 


ANYWAY ENJOY AND I HOPE THAT ALL THE ANONS I SPEAK TO LIKE THIS LOL remember that time when i literally made 23872832889 tall friends? yeah same

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Tall girl


Short girl

Johnny would obviously date a tall girl because his height would allow this. He’d easily date both tall and short people, but I think he’d prefer tall people purely because he’d easily get annoyed by the height difference comments. He gets them a lot already, so if he were to get them all.the.time he’d feel offended and very irritated.

WinWin I feel would date a noona or noona-like girl who gives off that mature and protectiveness vibe, and with tall girls, he’d feel this vibe with them too. He wouldn’t want to look after someone in his relationship or help them with everything in life, since he’s quite dependent on others as it is. A taller girl would also be easier for him physically.

I’ve already said in another MTL that Jaehyun would date and usually models are tall. He’d chose a sexy girl over a cute girl any day, and with taller girls, there’s usually more of a sexy vibe with them. Practically would be a big thing for him too in a relationship, and it’d be practical to have someone of similar height who would be able to lean on him physically but also vice versa.

Taeyong would just have a slight preference for taller gals. Like Jaehyun, the practically would be better but also he’d like the fact you could share everything. In private of course he’d be very clingy, but in public he’d be shyer, preferring to show affection/love through objects. Like this he’d be able to wear your jumpers or baggy clothes and vice versa.

Doyoung, I’m not saying he’d prefer taller girls but because he is fairly tall, it’d be possible (as in he’s quite tall as well) If ever he saw a tall girl in public, he’d probably stare not expecting to see someone so striking and tall as that in public. It’d be attractive to him, but he wouldn’t be the type to just go up and talk to them. Basically, if he liked your personality, your height would just be an added bonus for him.

Again, with Hansol, dating a tall girl would be possible for him since he’s twin towers with Johnny lol. The only reason why he’s not further up is because he probably has very traditionally Korean preferences in dating so a short girl would be his “ideal type”. However he’d happily date a tall girl, if she fit the rest of his preferences or if he liked her that much.

This is where it basically got real hard lol. NCT Dream are still teenage boys who are still growing and although they’re quite tall, I still think their growth spurt is waiting for them lol. That’s why I’ve put most in the middle where they could potentially date either. Jeno, however, is probably the most mature out of all of them so wouldn’t feel too intimidated if he were to date someone tall or taller.

Jaemin obviously is a little hormonal what with being a teenage boy so probably thinks taller girls are sexy and generalises all of them as models lol I wish but they’d have to be his height or shorter. Anyone taller would emasculate him a little.

Chenle, I think I’ve said this before, but he would fit with anyone, any kind of physical appearance and any type of personality. So he’d easily date a tall or short person, as long as he liked them of course! He’s still growing so is fairly short, so probably not someone too tall at the moment!

Renjun probably wants a little cute girlfriend whose small and cuddly and sweet, but then again, he’s not that tall himself and will get taller, so could date someone taller later on in life. He’d still like the cuddliness and cuteness of a shorter person, that taller people can lack a little.

Kun, unfortunately we don’t know much about him or his personality so I was a little stumped here. Even though we have like zero information on him, I think he’d like smaller girls but then again, we don’t know how “traditional” he is in his preferences so it could be that he’d date someone tall too.

Ten, I see with someone tall or small, however, he’d want a shorter girlfriend because he’d like being the alpha male. He’s very skinny and lean, so someone tall could make him slightly intimidating, but of course, if he liked them enough and they were perfect for him, he wouldn’t really care.

I just see Mark with someone way shorter, and a large height difference. Maybe it’s because I still think of him as a small little baby, and I can’t believe he’s maturing lol, but I just can’t see him with someone tall. But because of his Western influences, he might be open to dating someone taller.

Jisung, like the rest of NCT Dream, is still growing up and he’s quite tall for his age as it is! But he is the baby of the group, and would want someone who he could baby over and protect. He’s probably bored of being the one looked after and babied over, so someone small as well would help him build his confidence.

Taeil, like I’ve said before, probably has traditional Korean preferences in life in general. Therefore a small, slim, and cute looking girl would be his preference. However, he is the oldest, so is very mature and could possibly overlook a factor like height if the person was worth it.

Yuta has already specified that his ideal type is someone 15cm shorter than him, so I think there’s no doubt he’d chose a small girl over a tall girl (that broke my heart lol) I do think he’d look adorable with someone shorter, although I can see him with both extremes, and he’d obviously be the type to always tease them about their height.

Like Yuta, Haechan would be the type to always tease his partner. Someone shorter would allow him to tease them for that reason, but of course he’d be be very playful and secretly sensitive about it. I just see him with someone tiny and sweet and they’d look so cute together.

Klangst Week: Day 3 - Hurt/Comfort

Summary: They both knew that their first time would be wild. Morning after au.


A blinding light shone through Keith’s eyelashes as he slowly comes back into consciousness. He scrunched his face tight as to stop the light from getting through. He rolled over under the warm covers in his otherwise dark room; to avoid the sun coming through the gap in between the curtain and the window sill, only to find something blocking him in his way.

Keith sits up slowly, trying his best to keep his eyes open; rubbing them and stretching out all of his muscles in the process.

‘Oh yeah, now it’s all coming back…’ he thought as a smug grin crept up onto his face as the memories of last night returned to him. Him and Lance had waited purposefully until they were back safe on earth to go to this level in their relationship. They wanted to see if they could maintain it here as well as they did in space.

Their theory proved successful and they made the jump. A warm feeling took over Keith’s stomach and he ignored the weird feeling of being 100% naked in bed, he always had at least warm boxers. It was a good, exciting feeling. Then there was the actual sex. That was even better.

Their first time was perfect, a little awkward and they had no idea what they were doing, but perfect.
Keith’s sleepy grin widened.

Now that his eyes were properly adjusted to the room he turned to face the sleeping boy next to him; the love already evident in his eyes at the thought of how his precious boyfriend would look while sleeping.

But as his eyes focused on the peaceful boy next to him all the colour was drained from his face. The warm feeling from moments ago was long gone and his eyes held the most astounding look of terror.

The perfect flawless face he expected to see was no where to be found underneath the bruises and scratches that littered Lance’s face.

He wanted to scream. Wake Lance up. But at the same time he didn’t want to see the rest of Lances body if just his face was so badly damaged.

What had he done! Had he really been that wild? How do you even bruise someone there? He knew he would transform into his Galra state last night; but he never thought that this would happen. What had he done!

Finally the shock and horror and anger towards himself built up and Keith exploded in a massive cry. The Cuban boy resting next to him jumped awake from his slumber, ready to attack.

Lance stopped mid sentenced and hissed in pain, holding his bruised ribs and shoulders.

This only made Keith panic even more, spluttering out apologies and cursing himself.

Upon realising his boyfriends distress, Lance let go of himself and stopped examining the damage; engulfing Keith in a massive hug, shushing him and telling him that it’s all okay.


“Hey, hey baby it’s fine. I’m okay. Please calm down.” He soothed as he wiggled closer to Keith.

Keith pushed him off and manically clambered over to the other corner of the queen sized mattress; concealing his lower half with the blanket, scared to let himself anywhere near Lance.

“No… no… don’t come near me.” He struggled to catch his breath. Just as he would begin to calm down, one look at Lance would send sobs wracking through his body and he would be back to square one.

He wanted to look away but he couldn’t. Scratches, bite marks and bruises marked every inch of lances chest, arms and neck.

“I’m so sorry Lance. I’ll, I’ll never do it again, I’m so sorry.” He whimpered.

“No Keith please. Last night was so much fun. I wouldn’t have let you do anything if I wasn’t okay with it. I knew you would turn Galra. That’s what excited me. Please Keith, come here.” He told his boyfriend, stretching out his long, injured arms.

“No I can’t. I’ll hurt you. I’ll never forgive myself. I, I hate what I am.” His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke. His throat was sore from crying, mixed with just waking up, it was raspy and so hoarse.

Lance didn’t know what to say after that. He took a proper look at himself for the first time since being woken up. There wasn’t a visible spot on him that was mark free. It was a lot to take in, but to be honest he was proud to bare every single one of them. He was Keith’s and he wouldn’t mind if everyone knew. Last night had been the best night of his life. He would 100% do it again.

But Lance looked back over to Keith to see him resorted to laying his head between his knees, shaking and cursing himself, over and over, telling himself that he was a monster.

Lance never wanted Keith to feel like this. He tried to get to his knees, but any movement sent waves of pain shooting from his lower half to every other part of his body. Man they were rough.

He wanted to wince, cry out, hold his injuries to dull the pain. But nothing he was going through could be nearly as bad as how Keith was feeling about himself. And that was the priority to Lance.

He moved slowly over to where Keith was and carefully wrapped him in another bare hug. Keith was to upset to protest.

“I love you.” He whispered in Keith’s ear before kissing the side of his head. Keith didn’t budge and continued to tremble. Lance slowly moved down to kiss behind his ear then down under his jaw before Keith pulled away.

He looked at Lance in the eyes and sighed exhaustedly. Lance’s heart broke at the sight of red and puffy eyed Keith; out of breath and cheeks streaked from crying.

Lance never broke eye contact as he rested there foreheads together.

They breathed together in sync for a few seconds before Lance couldn’t help but smile. They had really just done that, IT!

Soon Keith bore a smile to match and they found themselves exchanging small chuckles to each other.

“Well, we better find the big sweaters and turtle necks.” Joked Lance, which made Keith feel really guilty and tear up a little again but he sniffed it all up and just nodded his head in response.

“I wonder if anyone heard us.” Lance added.
This only made Keith’s eyes grow to the size of some of the hickeys on Lances chest. And that’s saying something.

Can we at least pretend to be civilized?
We’re supposed to be civil?
Now, please… invite me in.
Come in before I change my mind.
You do realize that everyone hates you.
Tonight, we celebrate our truce.
So, you’re throwing a fake party in honor of a fake truce and your guest of honor is in a dungeon.
Have fun with that.
So, talk to me about this.
This is the ebb and flow of violence and tragedy.
What does it want?
You think this person might be at your party?
I’m counting on you to help me find them.
Speaking of which…
Late start to the day, ______?
Hi. Creepy.
Normal is boring.
Are you here to kill me?
My priorities have changed.
So, you know, one plus one equals captured.
I like her, for what it’s worth.
Well, you can make up for it by doing me a favor.
I don’t think I have a choice.
Well, you’ve outdone yourself.
I’m inclined to agree.
Violence must only be seen as a last resort, or it will only weaken our position.
Yes, well, I’m a creature of of very specific habits.
No bloodshed.
Bloodshed is inevitable.
And should any turmoil arise, should anyone dare to disrupt our kingdom, let them answer to me.
How the mighty have fallen. How the tables have turned. Still trying to find the right idiom.
You ransacked my place. Classy.
If you think that waving that blade around is gonna scare me, you’re more desperate than I thought.
Threatening my friends. That is… that is low.
So it’s just business with some pleasure.
Let this evening be a respite from past grievances and and an opportunity to forge new friendships.
Stiff drinks. Hot waiters. Seems like a cool shindig.
You got a plan?
It was a nice speech.
Well, your concern has been duly noted.
You positive this will work?
I always wondered what my parents might have been like, what they might have thought of me.
Might I suggest we begin before the evening ends?
You can start by locating our enemies.
You ready?
What does any of this mean? Our suspect is a hanged magician with a penchant for hanging swords?
Well, then by all means, let’s go find the viper in our midst.
This is the one.
I think I need to do this part alone.
You seem confident.
Remember the deal we made.
I spy a lady in need of accompaniment.
I’m so glad the lack of invitation didn’t deter you from attending.
You should try not to be so clingy.
Well, given your reputation, one can never be too careful.
You seem to have made up your mind about me.
Let’s start again.
You’re bluffing.
Go ahead, call my bluff. See how that works out.
I’m good at finding what I want.
And I would so hate to see you become their next blood sacrifice.
Of course, there is another way.
He’s either cutting a deal or killing somebody. Either way, we really ain’t got nothing to talk about.
You know, I can’t say I blame you.
Don’t try to justify what it is that you did: you know you were wrong.
Have all your battles been free of casualties?
You know, in my experiences, I’ve learned that survival comes at a price, just like love and family and basically anything else.
You probably tell yourself that because you haven’t got anybody else.
Is everything okay here?
He seems nice. Want me to break his legs?
Tell me what it wants.
Regardless, my terms are set.
It’s a good thing one isn’t judged by the competence of one’s enemies. I’d be rather insulted.
I was you once.
Now, that right there should show you just how bad your master actually is.
I’m gonna take that as a compliment.
I ought to flay the skin from your bones, but these are uncommon times, are they not?
I must say, it is a compelling offer. Murder in exchange for clemency.
You’re even more perceptive than your reputation suggests.
And in what fairy tale do you think that I would allow that to happen?
My offer was a courtesy.
You have quite the one-track mind.
Tell me, do you hate me on general principle or was it something I said?
I hid and watched what you did.
Careful not to overplay your hand, _______.
I did what I had to and you’re quite welcome.
So, am I supposed to thank you?
An alliance between you and I is essential.
I don’t bargain and I’m done with reason.
I owe you an apology.
I get the sense that’s kind of par for the course with your family.
Well, the night’s still young.
Of course you’d enter in the creepiest way possible— again.
I try to avoid bloodshed; you become the town executioner.
Tell me what you know.
And it will come for us all.

Why “Boyscout” Characters are Underrated

In any given narrative in any genre, be it film, novels, comic books, video games, cartoons or stage plays, having a likable main character is important. Very important. One could argue it is the most essential part of the puzzle of storytelling in fact. After all, a story is all about following the adventure(s) of a person or collection of people who go through trials and conflicts and drama to fulfill a goal. Whether it’s a wannabe superstar tenaciously working towards glory or a strong man in tights seeking justice and apprehending criminals, we’re going to be sticking with this character for a while, so by all means the last thing you want is to make your character somebody who the audience is uninterested in or, even worse, neglectful to follow. 

But that said, opinions on what makes a strong lead can very among different audience members. It’s only natural; all art is subjective and has an appeal not everybody will appreciate. But sometimes certain tastes can trend; and that taste comes with a bitterness to it’s alternative. In this case I’m talking about the hardening and darkening of heroes, the promotion of moral ambiguity … and the mocking of “boyscout” characters. Characters often criticized for being too unrealistically moral and upstanding, “perfect” is the word often used. Superman is the prime example of this: for years people have been calling him boring because he’s so impossibly powerful he can resolve any situation and he’s so morally upright that his conflicts with bad guys become rinse and repeat. Even with the character gaining significantly more depth over the years the sentiment has been the same; Superman is just too good and powerful to be interesting. The same has been applied to other heroes, albeit to a lesser extent, such as Wonder Woman, Shazam and Captain America. Meanwhile, those characters more favored by a larger audience are more flawed individuals; people who make mistakes, whose acts of selfishness have consequences, whose good nature is often challenged and will go to a farther extent at apprehending criminals then boyscouts, perhaps even going as far as killing. Batman, Wolverine, Spawn and Lobo all have these reputations. The “Badass” of the crew is always the top seller: because it’s not enough for a reader to be morally upright and just. They also have to be badass and edgy.

Originally posted by vikaq

Now I didn’t type up this long winded article to bash anybody for liking brooding gritty characters. Far from it; I understand the appeal of them perfectly well and am also a fan of these characters. It’s not a bad thing to have leads who feel broken from loss and torment, and thus distance themselves from others and have a hard time trusting people, putting up a tough guy attitude to hide the fact that they are actually quite sensitive. This is a very real thing that many people in the modern world feel. Plus zealousness and confidence along with the capacity to back up such bravado is very endearing. If anybody is proof of that fact it’s the late Muhammad Ali.

But the question I want to ask is; are these characters naturally superior in likability to boyscouts? Are non problematic, morally upright people in fiction just not interesting? Again, this stuff is subjective, but if more people gravitate towards the gritty brooding Batman then the sunny, happy go lucky Superman, so much so that DC has been essentially making Superman out to be a tortured alien soul, then does this give us a window into what it means to be an objectively likable character?

My answer is: Not really.

Think what you will about Superman, but consider how long he’s been around and how much he has shaped our culture. The character has been around for over 80 years now, and he’s gone through many changes and adaptations to be sure (most comic book characters go through the same process) but his core elements and ideas have remained in tact and, to be honest, his franchise has told some of the finest stories of the 20th century. He’s still the highest selling comic book superhero franchise of all time. I think it’s safe to say there is something about this boyscout that sticks.

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So in defense of these boyscout characters who I have an admitted fondness for, I will be pointing out the main criticisms against these characters and giving a retort against each.

1: Morally perfect characters aren’t interesting. 

 I disagree. Often times this criticism comes from a misunderstanding of what a “morally perfect” characters conflict really is, because it isn’t as simple and clear cut as “will this guy defeat this guy?”. Superman often comes under criticism for resolving his situations and defeating his bad guys way too easily, and as a result bad guys always resort to either repetitive weaknesses or are absurdly powerful themselves to even compete. But here’s the thing about Superman: It’s not about whether he’ll win or lose. It’s about whether he’ll do the right thing. He’s already proven time and time again that he’s the most powerful character in all of comics, possibly in all of fiction. His dilemma is whether or not he’s managing those powers responsibly, and whether he still belongs to the human race in spite of those powers. He may be on the level of a God, but he’s still a Cansas born farmboy raised by Christian locals, works on a reporters salary, is in love with his attractive female co worker and has an affinity for beef bourguignon. That sure as hell sounds a lot more relatable then a boy born into wealth and fortune, most likely went into private school, who traveled the world to study under the greatest masters of martial arts on earth after his parents were suddenly murdered, but that’s just me ;). Captain America’s conflict is also commonly misunderstood. He’s all about being a fish out of water who has to do his best to do the right thing in a world where other heroes such as Iron Man represent the modern age far better then he does. Superman and Cap are quite similar because they hold onto traditional values and morality. Make no mistake, traditional =/= perfect. Both of their ethics have been challenged and shaken time and time again in comics.

Originally posted by mithborien

2: Boyscouts aren’t relatable.

 So let me get this straight: You DON’T relate to trying to be a good person as often as possible? You DON’T relate to just wanting what’s best for yourself and people around you? You DON’T relate to seeking justice and hope and love? Maybe not everyone does; again, subjectivity is a real thing. But just because you may not aspire to higher ideals doesn’t mean nobody does. If nobody ever did I don’t think superheroes would even be a thing.

But that said, relatability isn’t objectively necessary for a main lead to have anyway. Don’t get me wrong; it’s always a nice and welcome touch. Depth is NEVER a bad thing. But it doesn’t necessarily have to be the thing that drives the story nor does it have to be the thing that defines what makes the character so likable. What’s more important then a character being relatable .  . .is a character being motivated. For evidence of this claim, look no further then some of the most popular VILLAINS around in pop culture. Relatable villains can occur and get popular, certainly, but more often then not the villains that become the most romanticized and trend the most are villains who are so malicious, so intent with their evil, so driven to make everything around them miserable that you can’t help but get involved with the chaos they’re bringing. Perfect example: The Joker. EVERYONE loves the joker, but I sincerely doubt anybody would say they relate to him. Moreover I think people are just invested because HE’S invested, and we’re interested to see just how far he’ll go to carry out his goal …whatever the hell it is.

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Heroes can work in very much the same way. How far will they go to seek out justice? What are disciplines they set for themselves? How committed are they to their cause? Will they ever break their code, and if so, can they be redeemed? I don’t buy the idea that good people don’t invite conflict because doing good even when it’s hard and having restraint even when people disagree with you is a conflict in and of itself.

3: Good guys don’t lend themselves to conflict.

 Allow me to repeat what I just said: Doing good even when it’s hard and having restraint even when people disagree with you is a conflict in and of itself. You don’t have to be flawed to invite conflict: matter of fact, heroes are literally DEFINED by their desire to seek out conflict because they would not be heroes if they remained indifferent to tragedy and crime. I know what you’re thinking: “What people mean when they say this is INTERNAL conflict”. People are interested by tortured souls who all too often do morally ambiguous things. Again, I understand the appeal of that, but on the other hand, if you aren’t convinced that people wouldn’t want to enact good in the world unless they learn first hand the consequences of evil when it strikes them, then I’m sorry, that’s a very cynical perception of reality. Wanting to do good can be propelled by wanting to SEE good in the world, and not wanting your powers or whatever it is you do to fight crime to not go to waste. Characters do not have to be defined by tragedy to be compelling: they can be defined by how they define themselves. What disciplines they set for themselves, what their code of honor is and how it conflicts with others. Personally I think it’d be really refreshing to see a character who didn’t learn the hard way that crime sucks and that’s what convinces them to take responsibility for once, because that’s just really selfish when you think about it. You don’t give a shit about what goes wrong in the world unless it effects you. I can’t assert this enough: I understand that writing characters in such a way can instill more drama, but I disagree that they have to be written in such a way every time.

4: Dark and gritty is more realistic.

No, it’s not. dark and gritty =/= more realistic. Matter of fact it’s just as much a fantasy as a light and upbeat world. Goodness and kindness is just as  much a part of life as cruelty and sadness. It is not “realistic” to highlight either extreme. It shouldn’t be necessary for entertainment to be “realistic” anyway. If you wanted realism you wouldn’t devolve into fantasy; you’d just go outside. Fantasy is about escaping realism and fulfilling a need to feel certain emotions by indulging in a particular genre. Every genre is valid for that reason. We watch comedies to laugh. tragedies to cry, romances to gush and horrors to scream. If you like your dark and grittiness more then other themes then by all means go for it; but it’s unfair to say lightheartedness and peppiness is any less valid of fantasy fulfillment, especially under the fallacy that it’s “less realistic”.


So I’m hoping this article broadened the readers horizons a bit about what  it means to be an interesting character, and in particular I’m hoping they’ll be more open minded about “boyscouts” and “goody-two-shoes”. A good character is not always defined by tragedy and is not always defined by things they can’t control. A good character is defined by what motivates them, what actions they take, what disciplines they hold for themselves and what they do with their capacity for either good or evil. A likable character is one clearly defined and adds to the stakes, and in that regard good guys are no less valid.

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Ok so I have a hc that after Amanda booted Kim off the cheerleading team she took up some other after school sport. You she where this is heading right?? THATS RIGHT TRIMBERLY FIGHT AT A SOCCER GAME AU with some Jason X Billy. I honestly don’t know where this came from but I hope you enjoy :))))) warning: some homophobia and language.

Trini hated mornings like these. Mornings where she had to get up at 7 am just cause her stupid, beautiful girlfriend had a soccer game. The mornings were made even worse when she missed breakfast, and seeing as she was already late, she knew it was going to be a bad day.

“God why did have to date a soccer player?,” Trini grumbled as she got out of bed.

A knocking at her window disrupted her grumpy brooding.

“Hey yellow.” Trini recognized the voice instantly. A pair of strong arm wrapped around her middle. Kim pecked Trini softly on the cheek.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at your game?” Trini asked.

Kim got a mischievous look in her eye,

“Well I was on my way when I remembered a certain cute ranger.”

“Why are you talking about Billy like that?” Kim laughed at her girlfriends sarcasm.

“Come on crazy girl we’re gonna be late for my game.” Kim teased.

“It’s only funny when you call me that.” Trini retorted.

Kim smiled lazily back at her. “Don’t let Zack hear you.”

Together the girls rode to the school in Kimberly’s pink jeep listening to seventeen by Alessia Cara.

The game was coming to the end of the second quarter. The angel grove team was losing by 5 points. Trini watched from the bleachers as her girl played forward center.

“God she’s terrible isn’t she,” Trini felt her blood boil as she recognized the god awful voice as none other than Kimberly’s old cheer friends.

“It’s a miracle she can even run with those chicken legs of hers,” the girls laughed.

Trini turned to the girls so fast it was a miracle she didn’t get whiplash.

“What the fuck are you looking at dyke?” Amanda sneered.

“I think I’m looking at the girl who’s about to have two black eyes if she doesn’t shut the hell up,” Trini snapped.

Amanda looked taken aback for a moment before her dog like snarl etched itself back onto her face.

“Or what,” she retorted “are you gonna punch my tooth out like your little girlfriend did to poor Tye.” Amanda laughed at her remark.

Trini was two seconds away from punching Amanda square in the jaw when she felt someone’s hand on her shoulder. Trini turned to see Billy and the boys. Billy turned to Amanda with a look in his eye that Trini had only seen when they were fighting Rita in their zords.

Billy spoke calmly and slowly.

“Please stop talking about Kimberly like that and leave Trini alone.”

Amanda looked at Billy as she sized him up. She took a step closer.
“Are you and your boyfriend going to make me? God are all five you you fags?” Amanda looked incredibly bored at the situation.

“I can’t believe Kimberly had to resort to hanging with a retarded kid, a lesbian, the school disappointment, and the stupid Asian.”

Billy looked down in fear. Jason’s face had never resembled his suit more. Zack looked like he was one second away from killing someone. Trini actually wanted to murder Amanda.

“God the only thing worse that you four losers the other dyke on the field.” Amanda spit her words out.

“WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Trini yelled before tackling Amanda to the ground. The boys tried to get between them before Trini yelled at them to stay back.
Unfortunately for Trini Amanda was still taller than her and unsurprisingly flexible. They wrestled around on the ground for a minute before Amanda finally pinned Trini to the ground and threw a punch to her face. Trini’s nose started bleeding almost instantly. Before she could throw another punch Amanda was on her back and Trini had unleashed her fury on the head cheerleader. Amanda got up before Trini could throw anymore punches to her now bruising face. Amanda threw a swift kick to Trini’s head. Trini saw stars colluding her vision. Before the fight could continue they heard someone shout.

“GET OFF MY GIRLFRIEND YOU ASSHOLE!” Both girls turned and saw a blur of short black hair head straight for Amanda.

“You can make fun of me all you want but NEVER touch her!” Kimberly shoved Amanda into the bleachers. The fight was over as soon as it started. The coach pulled Kimberly off Amanda before yelling at her.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT HART?!” Coach looked from Kim to Amanda to Trini.



Coach suddenly turned to Amanda.

Amanda stomped away in a fury muttering something about coach that was definitely not school appropriate.

The Rangers piled into Kim’s car without another word.

Billy was the first one to break the silence.

“Kim I’m sorry we got you kicked off the soccer team.” Kim sighed in frustration.

“It’s ok Billy, it’s just a sport.” Billy smiled at Kim from he back seat.
Jason turned down to Billy and put an arm around his shoulders.

“Babe I’m sorry about what Amanda said. You’re not retarded, you’re the smartest guy I know.” Jason pecked Billy on his cheek.
Billy was blushing shyly now. Kim dropped the boys off by the entrance to the mine.

Trini hadn’t said a word the entire ride. Kim pulled up to her driveway and she and Trini made there way inside. Kimberly took a look at Trini’s face and pulled her into the bathroom.

“Hey,” she spoke softly “Trini look at me.” Trini looked up and immediately regretted it. As soon as she stared into those deep brow eyes she knew she was sunk.

“KimI'msorryigotyoukickedofftheteambutAmandawasbeingsuchabitchandand,” Kimberly silenced Trini with a kiss. Kim brought her hand up and caressed the cut on Trini’s lip.

“Calm down babe it’s ok. I think Amanda deserved it.” Trini breathed a sigh of relief.

“Besides,” Kim went on “It was hot to see you defend me like that.” Trini laughed into Kim’s hand.

Kimberly took the first aid kit and cleaned Trini’s cuts and bruises.

Kim whispered into Trini’s lips.

“My hero.”


Like No Other (Part 6)

Summary: A bet turned romance, Zach Dempsey has fallen head over heels for a girl he can’t have. In an effort to win her heart, he must go above and beyond to get her attention. Will Zach be able to win the bet and the girl of his dreams, or will he lose both in the process?

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

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“So you’re the infamous S.Y.?” you smirked as you took a sip from your milkshake. The fact that Zach, of all people, wrote those notes to you was intriguing. You wanted to know why he did it, what were his intentions in writing them. You wanted to know everything.

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