i can find consolation in that

Cute Breakfast Cat Facts
  • Whenever I get out of the shower, Hash Brown jumps onto the counter and waits. I lean down and make a kissy face, and she headbutts my mouth. After she gets her kiss she leaves.
  • Eggs Benedict stands on his hind legs and kneads my thighs anytime I’m cooking. I wear fishnets and lace tights a lot and he frequently ends up stuck.
  • Hash Brown is so soft that she’s actually slippery. That’s why every photo of her sitting on the top of the sofa is of her trying not to slide off, like this:
  • French Toast is so love with my husband that when he’s on business trips she will circle the hallway and meow mournfully for hours. Nothing I do can console her until he returns.
  • Eggs loves having his tummy rubbed, but only if you use your foot. No hands allowed. He’s very serious about this rule.
  • Hash Brown likes finding hair ties and dropping them into her water bowl. If her water bowl already has a hair tie in it, she’ll store any additional hair ties under the bathroom scale. One time we found 7 of them under there.
  • Eggs Benedict and French Toast often synchronize poses.

This has been Breakfast Cat Facts! I hope they made your day a little better.

anonymous asked:

hi viria i have a problem im dealing with right now ;; in my fandom genderswaps/bends are growing ever more popular and more and more big art/fic creators are accepting and supporting them. as someone trans i've been trying to educate people on how harmful it is, but as more & more 'big' or 'popular' accounts publicly enjoy them, its harder & harder to have an audience that will listen. i used to enjoy genderswaps myself but now ive come to see how truly harmful they are. i want to keep (1/6)

trying to educate ppl but soon it will be near impossible to convey my message as almost a whole of my fandom will just come to accept them and love them so much they wont listen ;; do you have any words to say from your perspective as an artist or from any other standpoint? even just a small word would mean so much, this trend is growing more and more rapidly and stronger every time a fic or piece of art supporting it is produced ;; (2/6) 

i come to you asking such a thing because there are fewer and fewer people that share the same belief as me that it is bad. the argument defending it seems very convincing to many. some trans/qenderqueer/nonbinary people find it enjoyable and comforting but those that are on the opposite spectrum - ppl like me who feel dysphoric and invalidated by it - are in the end told to deal with it and let ppl write/draw what they want and just avoid it since its a comfort to some. another argument (3/6)

is of artistic liscense: you should be able to make whatever you want and this is strengthened by the fact doing so comforts some trans/gq people. but i feel forgotten. do the people that are hurt by it not matter? i feel ashamed now when i try to put out my msg. but i just want to feel a little more normal within my fandomspace. i want to feel like i exist. yet hardly anyone will listen. it’s not longer something i and my friends can avoid and never really was, because it is harmful and (4/6) 

we have a right to speak out against harmful things, yes? i am finding it harder and harder to believe it. i really just yearn to feel normal as the people that are consoled by genderswapping feel normal. i feel i should mention i do remember when you made genderswap art and were educated and apologized, i have gone through the same process myself. i hope i am not bringing up bad memories and apologize if i happen to ;; please, if you could give just a few words yourself it (5/6)   

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Hello! I’m sorry, I think my askbox managed to eat the last part of your message, so it’s not entirely full! But I feel like I get enough information from these parts nonetheless. 

First of all, please, please, try to not let any strangers on the internet make you feel abnormal. I feel like it must be very hard to be put in such a space, but as much as you can, please focus on the people who DO share your opinion on this. As much as it might not look like it, I am sure many people (even out of those who still do genderswaps) mean no harm, don’t yet know how hurtful it is for some other people and WILL listen to you!

I remember when people educated me over this, there were so many who thought that…how to put it. That I think very very bad of transgender people, while I, at that point, didn’t really know much about this issue. When it doesn’t happen to you, it’s not always the thing that crosses your mind. I feel like people who explain why and how this is wrong to artists, especially with their point of view, do help to fuel a thought in someone’s mind, offer them to think about it if they didn’t have the option before.

I try to be hopeful for people, I want to think that even if genderswaps are popular, there are still many empathic people who will listen to you, and who will understand how you feel.

For many it comes to a choice: whether they enjoy genderswaps enough to still draw it when they know how much it upsets some people. It was very fun to draw, but I don’t want to be the cause of someone’s distress by doing it. So… I want to think many people might share my choice. 

I’d say…if you choose to explain your point of view to people who still do genderswaps, try to not make bashing someone the first thing you write them. It might cause anger and defense, and it might not lead anywhere. Back then I was “educated” in a way that made me cry my eyes out, but it’s not something everyone will be willing to go through. For me, it wasn’t people who yelled at me what a piece of crap I was, but people who really explained what they felt that made me think on this topic more. Keep in mind that there still might be people who don’t yet know your point of view. What they see - is the pictures on the internet, people do them, so they assume it’s okay. You don’t usually think “Hm, what can possibly be wrong with this picture?” about drawings you see on the internet. 

As for your safe place, I think you have already done that, block all the genderswap tags to try to avoid on your dashboard. Even if there are people who stop doing them, there will most likely still be people who just started, simply because there are so so many. You don’t want to stress out because of something the stranger did from the other side of the globe.

I’m sorry if this is zero help, I know there is no way to change everyone’s opinion or to inform everyone, but please, don’t lose yourself with this. You are you and you are important, what you feel is absolutely legit and valid, remember it!

Originally posted by idolos-frases

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Anonymous Requested: Jungkook Royal AU
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut; Royalty AU 
Word Count: 11,013
Author’s Note: I pretty much took a whole day off from life to work on this, since I start school on Monday and wanted to try and get through as much writing as I can before hell starts.

Summary: As royalty, you were forced to be sent off and married to a prince of the neighboring kingdom to strengthen your country. But when you are betrothed earlier than you expected, you seek comfort in a random stranger until you realize that perhaps fate plays a bigger hand in things than you ever thought possible.

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For the record, you never asked to be a princess. Not that you think you would ever have had an upper hand in a situation like that in the first place, or that you expected things to be different if you could go back in time to watch your family history unfold. It’s just something that’s short, and simple, and a fleeting thought you ponder about on more than one occasion, which is certainly a lot more times than someone who was actually happy with their lives would think.

Now, it’s not that you’re ungrateful with the life you’ve been gifted with, you’re well aware of the luck you’ve received, because at the end of the day, it’s the kind of lifestyle that guarantees food upon the table. It promises a roof over your house during the night, during the rain or snow, (more than) comfortable clothing to keep you warm throughout the bitter winter. The gold and motivation and rule your family has over the kingdom is nothing to shy away from.

It just, it provokes a lot of… pressure in your system, in your heart and in your mind.

Most of these things sprout from your father, who is probably just as ruthless as he is caring and hard-working and passionate about the land he is expected to rule over with grace and respect and an equal amount of force to make sure the people of the kingdom didn’t take advantage of him. He’s always been a loving father, albeit expecting the most out of you between your two other siblings. As caring or thoughtful or empathetic has he could be, there were often moments in your life when your best was never good enough for him.

You’ve been taught since birth to follow the orders and rules set up by your father because, as so graciously pointed out by the servants the dusk and clean and care for you on more than one occasion, your father always did what he believed would be best for you. So every piano or violin or guitar lesson he ever made you take, those foreign language lessons, classes on discipline and how to look, think, behave like a princess—those were always for your own future benefit.

“Keep your back straight, shoulders back, smile pretty.”

Always cut small pieces of your meal. Take small sips of your drinks. Always remember to wipe your mouth with a napkin.”

“Don’t speak unless spoken to.”

It’s not that you hate being a princess. You just hate having things being done for you, you hate how decisions and that free-will of choice and responsibility has been ever-so-graciously lifted off your shoulders as if these were things you would never have to burden yourself with. You hate not having a voice, your words drowned by the ones of your father or mother. Your existence has constantly been overshadowed by those greater than you could ever hope to be. You hate the role you have to play into society, how you had to spend your days dealing with other people’s problems. Shouldering a kingdom is no laughing matter, there are rules and regulations and decisions that constantly need to be made to ensure the safety and well-being of everyone who live within the borders. Your mere existence is to live for other people.

It’s exhausting.

But in spite of your feelings, you know that changing fate is practically impossible. So you roll with your father’s wishes, because you understand that this is duty you owe to your kingdom. Perhaps at the end of the day, it will truly never really matter what you desire. From the moment you were birth, your entire life story has already been written by you, the quill of ink belonging to your father and mother and every other person who thought they could know you better than you could ever know yourself.

You let yourself take everything in. You visit the nearby villages and listen to everyone’s problems, their hopes and wishes and promise to become stronger and stronger to help them. You take the lessons set up by your father. You keep your back straight, your eyes forward, your mouth shut. You accept the fancy parties and the wine, the dancing and the violins echoing through your ear, speaking only when you are spoken to. It’s torture, but you have to remind yourself that is it your duty, your obligation and your responsibility.

You even let your father tell you that there will come a day when you will be sent off to a predetermined prince in a neighboring kingdom, be married off into a family you don’t know and perhaps will never truly belong to—all for the benefit of your kingdom. You let him tell you this, and you accept it. You give yourself a few years to mentally prepare yourself, expecting your father at the very least to grant you this one wish.

A raised eyebrow. “But the prince could be ready to meet you any day now.”

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damn the delivery boy.

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre: Expecting Parents AU / Fluff and Non-explicit smut.

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.

Count: 9,656 words.


month one.

Two lines.

The second is a little faint, but it is there, undeniably there, growing stronger by the second as your heart sinks deeper into the pit of your stomach and suddenly you are keeling over the sink, throwing up a combination of panic and regret. You wipe your mouth, sit back on the closed lid of the toilet, shut your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until your lungs burn and your lashes fly back apart to look at the test still shaking between your fingertips.

There, right before your eyes, two fucking blue lines protruding like two middle fingers, poking up at you and saying – Congratulations sucker, you are pregnant!

Twenty-three years old and pregnant.

You throw up again.

This has got to be the biggest mistake of your life.

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Touch

Requested: Hi lovely!!! can you write something about Shawn always having to have to touch y/n everywhere they go just to know she’s there and safe? Like when theyre driving, his hand on her thigh or his arms wrapped around her while they stand in line at starbucks?!

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You’re seated in the passenger seat of Shawn’s jeep. His left hand is on the steering wheel as you cruise down the freeway on the way to his rehearsal space. A comfortable silence has settled between the two of you as you’re just treasuring this time you get to spend together. You’re especially aware of these moments together because you know that he has to leave for tour in a few days.

His right hand finds your bare knee, then travels up slightly to mid-thigh. His thumb casually caressing your thigh as he sings softly along to the radio, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. His fingers start drumming on your leg along to the beat, and you think back to the first time he did that. You had only been dating a few weeks, and when his hand found your thigh, your heart sped up nervously. You thought that maybe he was trying to make a move, a move you didn’t think you were ready for, but it turns out he wasn’t. He was just driving, and listening to the radio, and enjoying your presence beside him. He later told you that he liked to rest his hand on your thigh because he liked to be able to feel you next to him. It wasn’t a sexual touch, it wasn’t asking for anything more or anything from you, he just liked to know you were there. 

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Originally posted by tyler-dun-pilots

i noticed that i don’t write a lot for josh, and that’s not cool. don’t get me wrong, i love that little dork so much, but i’m usually way more fucked up on tyler, and i lose track of josh. so here’s me trying to make up for that. it’s sort of sassy, rough, mouthy josh, and if this goes over well, i might try writing something longer with this josh. enjoy!


You pull your legs up into the seat with you, leaning against the door of Josh’s car. The audio from the movie at the drive-in was blaring through the speakers, making you uncomfortable; Josh always said he wanted the ‘surround sound experience’, which you tried to convince him was unnecessary, but he wouldn’t listen.

You groan loudly when the car rumbles with the bass of the movie, and Josh finally looks over at you with a quizzical look. When he reaches to turn the radio down, you cut your eyes towards him, making sure you’re giving him your most displeased glare.

“You okay, babe?” he asks.

“It’s too fucking loud, Joshua,” you say. “I tell you every goddamn time we come here that you don’t need to crank it to eleven if we’ve got the windows up. We can hear it just fine without bleeding from the ears.” Josh stares at you, his brows raised in surprise. “It’s so unnecessary,” you mutter, turning your attention back to the large screen.

“You don’t have to be so fucking rude about it,” Josh retorts. You tilt your head to look back at him, and this time you’re the one who is surprised.

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anonymous asked:

I love your writing omg it's so good!! How would hanzo, mccree, genji, and pharah react to seeing their s/o curled up on their bed almost in tears and when asked if they are okay they just kinda break down? I just had a really awful week and I would love some really fluffy shit. Thanks so much!!!

A/N: Hope you’re feeling better Anon, sending some good vibes your way! 

Hanzo:

  • Hanzo’s rather quiet, so he’d notice you before you noticed him. He’s not the warmest person, though he tries to open up more around you, to varying degrees of success. His heart breaks when you break down in front of him, though he puts on a strong face for your sake. He’d pull you out of the bed into a tight hug, his embrace saying more than his words ever could. He’d simply say “I love you.” while holding you close, running one hand through your hair while he lets you use his shoulder to cry into. Once you’ve calmed down a bit, he’d let you slide back into bed while he goes to make tea. A warm beverage filled with love helps him cheer up, and he knows it’ll do the same for you. The rest of the night is just the two of you together in bed, with Hanzo refusing to leave your side until he’s certain that you feel better, and even then he’d still stay.

McCree:

  • McCree finds you curled up on the bed and is immediately by your side, making sure that you’re alright. He’ll hop in beside you, wrapping you up in a big hug, his weathered poncho engulfing the two of you. McCree is very emotional, and is very much a hands-on sort of person, so you’re not getting out of that hug anytime soon. He’ll whisper how much he loves you while rubbing your back, trying to gently console you, pulling your bodies as close as he possibly can. “I love you.” “You mean everything to me.” “You’re perfect.” Except innumerable amounts of praise, each one heartfelt and meaningful. Don’t be surprised if McCree starts crying too, your pain is his pain, the two of you are a team. He won’t let you out of the hug, and the two of you will drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, his poncho still wrapped around you.

Genji:

  • Genji’s extremely quiet, even more so than Hanzo, but unlike his older brother, he can properly show emotions. He’s in bed with you before you realize he was ever there, and his mask is off almost immediately. Genji’s quite in touch with your emotions, he was always good at reading people, and the years with Zenyatta only heightened those skills. He’ll be more affectionate than Hanzo, pressing a long kiss to your lips as soon as you look up at him, his embrace gentle yet strangely protective. To Genji, struggles in the past are something to come to peace with, they’re experiences that you’ll learn from, but they’re not what defines you. He knows better than anyone how tumultuous emotions can get when you’ve had such a rough time, and he’s there for you. Whether it’s meditation tips to help you calm down, or just a shoulder to cry on, he’s yours forever.

Pharah:

  • Pharah’s all business in public, but once she gets home she lets the walls come down. She’s concerned the instant she sees that you’re curled up, sitting on the side of the bed to make sure you’re alright. She’ll pull you up into a hug, holding onto tight as sobs escape your lips, looking as stoic as ever. She’ll whisper into your ear how strong you are, how proud of you she is, how perfect you are, anything that will let you know how much she loves you. Pharah will try and get you to smile again, though if that doesn’t work she’ll default to her usual state, being a rock for you to support yourself on. She hates to see you like this, and that hug won’t be released until you’re ready, she wants to protect you from everything, including a break down. The Amari’s have always been protective, and Pharah is no different, she promises that you’ll always be safe with her, nothing will ever hurt you on her watch.
Klangst Week: March 31st (AU/Free Day)

You know that meme? The 15 minutes late with a Starbucks? 

Yeah that’s me, only it should be 84 years late with a frape.

Either way, here’s my final piece for the @klangst-week! It was so much fun doing this, even if I didn’t participate from the start! Big thanks to the awesome people that made this a thing <3 


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Getting to know someone takes time, effort.

Getting to know Lance McClain takes a whole more than that.

That’s not to say that Lance is a broody mysterious character straight out of an otome game.

No, Keith thought, quite the contrary. Lance was the most sociable person he’d met, always greeting everyone with a grin and bright eyes. Besides, it was Lance that initiated this..thing between them in the first place.

It started on a lazy summer day of their first year in university, Lance flopping down besides Keith on the grass, beckoning him about the book he was reading.

Halfway through that year, Lance slipped his way into Keith’s everyday life, fitting himself into Keith’s routine.

By the end of the first year, Keith realised Lance found himself in his morning thoughts and his fitful rest’s dreams, a feeling meddling at the pit of his chest that he’d yet to acknowledge.

He’d start to notice little things about him, things that urged him closer to figuring out the unsolved puzzle that was Lance McClain.

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Since it’s clear that Keith’s dad is a Texas country boy does mean he met Keith’s mom when she was stealing his cows or something like that? Could she have worked for the Earth shop alien and went to Earth just to steal stuff? Could she have stolen Kaltenecker? I mean an average cow’s lifespan is 18 to 22 years and Keith is only like 17. Can you imagine Keith’s dad getting more and more frustrated that his cows are disappearing and once Kaltenecker (his pride and joy) goes missing and Keith’s Pa goes all gun-ho trying to find out who’s stealing his cattle. Cue paranoid night stake outs on the porch, gun on his lap, glaring into the darkness while Keith’s mom is behind the house, climbing out the back window, giggling as she steals his game consoles.

i saw a post that said “when you hear Vincent Van Gogh, do you think of starry night or bloody ear?” and all i could think about was his sunflowers and how his memorial is sunflowers and fields of them and how you can go and pick as many as you want and how he was barely holding on but painting was his way to cope and he was such a deeply sad man and still his paintings were beautiful and filled w bright colors and life and happiness and if that’s not proof that the things you love truly can keep you going (even if it’s not forever) then i don’t know what is cause yeah yanno maybe he cut off his ear but he found a way to make his pain beautiful and he was constantly looking for a way to hang on and i think that’s proof that as humans our nature is to fight cause we have that fight or flight mode right and he was so low that he tried eating yellow paint to make him happy inside and i really wonder what he would be like if he was alive now?? like would he still paint as beautiful? would his pain still be as unbearable as it was to him??? would he have cut off his ear?? maybe he would have made person the thing that wills him to hold on, instead of eating paint chips or painting. and i think that’s just proof that we all have more fight in us than we think we do because he thought eating yellow paint and cutting off his ear was his lowest point, and maybe it was, but the very thought of him eating yellow paint made him survive and kept him going for just a while longer and maybe it wasn’t forever but sometimes the things we find solace and consolation in, keep us alive for longer than we thought was even possible, and i think we all have our yellow paints and things we do to help us survive even if they’re odd, or make no sense, or end up hurting us even more and i think he’s a pretty fuckin rockin man and i wish everyone would have loved and appreciated him more because his paintings (and just him in general) is deadass proof that when things are shitty and you’re at rock bottom, sometimes all you can do is slap a paint brush against paper and hope for something prettier than your chaotic mind. or write and write and write until your hand cramps and hope to silence your thoughts. or sing, or dance, or run, or call someone, or simply confide in a person who’s hand is outstretched and waiting for you to take it. and i think that’s good, i think we all have our yellow paints and sunflowers and starry nights. i think beauty comes from all things painful (not to romanticize anything because self destruction is not beautiful but the strength you gain from getting over it is) and anyways, i hope you find your yellow paint and i hope it keeps you alive. i hope you allow sunflowers to bloom from your lungs and i hope you allow yourself room to breathe and grow and become the artist (in any way you express yourself) that you’re meant to be.

I quit writing Homestuck meta a long time ago, but I guess the pre-4/13 fervor is infectious, because this popped into my head and wouldn’t go away. So here’s some musings on Homestuck, the ending, and its portrayal (or rather, erasure) of character identity and agency.  

Let’s rewind back several years and a few subsubacts, to the meteor and battleship crews’ not so triumphant arrival in the combined session. Two of the kids’ number have been mind-controlled and forced to work for the Empress. Two have been thrown in prison. One has been banished to the outer reaches of space. The rest have been divvied up and placed on various Lands, given different tasks to be completed for the Empress. Even in beating SBURB and winning the game they have no escape, because she intends to rule the new universe they create… until it spawns Lord English and is destroyed.

Things look bleak. And things look even bleaker when Game Over rolls around, and most of the cast gets exterminated. But wait! John Egbert, Heir of Breath and leader of the Beta session, has gotten his hands on a miraculous artifact supposedly useful as a weapon against Lord English. He now has the ability to travel throughout time and space and to change things that usually cannot be changed. While his friends get wiped out, he fights the “tyrannous author” figure who has been telling their story wrong and wins. Surely with his newfound abilities, he will set things right and lead them to freedom.

Except.  Not really.

Oh sure, John “saves the day”. He uses his retcon abilities to create a new timeline where everyone lives and wins the game. But is it a victory? And did everyone really live?

I’m going to argue that the ending of Homestuck is a tragedy where characters’ identities are frequently ignored or overwritten in order to serve the utilitarian aims of the narrative (and Skaia). I do not make this argument believing Hussie intended it. I think the dip in quality and coherency at the end of Homestuck was the product of an author who was tired of his project, had lost track of a bunch of plot points and characters, and just wanted to be finished. But I do think its treatment of identity is drastically different from the rest of the work and sends some disturbing messages about how “happy” that ending really is.

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[TRANS] PD101 An Hyungseob's blog post about BTS

© picshyungseob
KRN - ENG © ktaebwi
(the post was uploaded on his blog in August 2016)

“It’s okay to taste failure and bow your head
We’re still young, don’t worry about it
Moss surely grows on the rock that doesn’t roll
If you can’t go back, just head forward
Forget all the mistakes, never mind
Never mind, never mimd
Whatever thorny path it is, run
Never mind, never mind
There are many things in this world that are beyond your control, you better
Never mind, never mind
If you think you’re going to crash, then storm your feet harder
Never mind

This is the song that I always come to find whenever I’m having a hard time.
Putting on my earphones and raise the volume to maximum…
Every time I listen to that song
I visualize the lyrics in my head,
it feels like I get to take off my skin and reborn again.
I especially like that part
I think the artists themselves surely have gone through hard and unstable times,
and have overcome that to become a professional,
that’s why they can offer consolation to the public
through such straightforward lyrics with no hints of lie.
They’re the artists that I respect a lot,
and also the male artist group that has the most influence on me.
There’s no such thing as being scared of the wall and run away for them…
They know how to break it at once.
I’m thankful to these artists
that let me be reborned again with such good music like this.
This rambling has gotten too long.
I believe in myself that much
and I respect the artists called BTS.”

Jet Lag .

A/N : check out the note at the bottom for an important question please and thank you :)))

“Hey baby.”

You smile at his rough voice and bed head as you sip from your mimosa, the straw bitten between your teeth. It’s dark in his hotel room, but you can see his face from the flash. He looks tired, tired, tired, and a bit sad too. You wanna pull him close and melt into him, soak up his warmth, and fall asleep in his arms. But he’s on the opposite side of the world, now, and for some reason he’s facetiming you when it’s four in the morning where he is.

“What’re you doing up?” You ask. You try to keep your voice down so the other people eating lunch on the patio won’t hear and eavesdrop. “It’s late over there.”

Shawn nods. “I couldn’t sleep,” he says. He ruffles his hair with his hand and squashes half of his face into the pillow. “Miss you.”

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Our first swim was the last swim of summer.
You said I needed boys that
Smelt like the sea;
Now that they are gone
And you are right
Memories lurk down by the wooden boats.
Things I didn’t know about;
I hate not knowing everything.
It is a reminder that the world exists without me,
That I am not a part of everything.
If only I had known then
You can only romanticise something when it’s gone,
Like some kind of consolation prize for your loss.
I will shut my eyes, open my legs
And view the world as I see it.
I find myself wishing there was only one place
I had ever known you
So I could destroy it.
There are too many places that have part of me.
We drove back the following night and you said
We had won
And I knew by you saying it that we hadn’t.
—  Kate Vinen
William Nylander - Part 1

Again, beginnings can be a little boring and long. Next post is much more action packed and exciting! I’m excited to begin this next story and hope you all enjoy it as well! 

               “Are you done looking for the fairest of them all, Rian?” I say snidely to my sister, watching her stare at herself in the mirror.

               She throws a filthy look my way though she has no comeback. Her brain doesn’t work that fast.

               “You two ready?” We hear a shout from downstairs.

               “Coming!” I call back, giving Rian one last smirk before slinking out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

               “Hey, babe,” Nathan grins up at me, all green eyes and white teeth.

               “Rian’s coming, probably another forty-two years and she’ll be skipping down the stairs,” I tell him, reaching to bottom of the stairs. Leaning up and pecking him on the cheek before he has the chance to turn his head and kiss somewhere else.

               “That’s not much of a hello,” he raises an eyebrow at me.

               “You know me.” I say pulling on my jacket. “Never been one for hellos and goodbyes.” I wink at him and turn to the stairs once more. “Rian! You have thirty seconds to get your ass in the car!” I swing open the front door and hold out my hand, gesturing for Nathan to go ahead of me into the chilly Toronto air.

               I step out after him and we trudge through the snow to his waiting car, already warm from the drive over here. Settling down into the front passenger seat I look over my shoulder at the boy already waiting.

               “How’s it going, Jake?” I grin at him.

               “Same as always, Y/N. Taking the backseat for the sake of my best friend’s ego,” he winks at me as Nathan opens his own door and climbs into the driver’s seat.

               I roll my eyes and turn in time to see Rian sprinting down the front steps to the car. Her perfect blonde curls slightly losing their shape with the wet snow falling, but I don’t dare tell her that. When she scrambles into the backseat and Jake greets her, I don’t have to look at her to know her face its beat red.

               “Hey, Jake,” her voice sounds so small when she replies to him and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Nathan and I exchange a smirk as he puts the car into gear and glides us away to the ACC.

               “Usual seats?” Nathan asks me after a few minutes of casual conversation.

               “Nope.” I say, smiling out the window.

               “No? Where then?”

               “You’ll see,” I grin at him and exchange a secret smile with Rian.

               “You two are the worst,” Nathan mutters and I see his fingers twitch on the console between us. Discreetly as possible, I take my hand from where it was resting close to his and fold them in my lap. Any time he can, Nathan finds an excuse to hold my hand and while I don’t mind most of the time, my baby sister is currently in the backseat with Nathan’s best friend.

               “Really not going to tell me?” Nathan asks again, trying to put on his puppy dog eyes and I quickly look out the window again.

               “Nope.”

               “What if Jake asks?”

               “You wanna know, Jake?” I ask, not looking back.

               “I would love to,” he replies.

               “Rian, tell Jake.”

               I can hear them shift in their seats, putting their heads together.

               “What! Come on! That’s not fair!” Nathan exclaims, looking over his shoulder in the backseat before scowling at me. “Literally the worst.”

               Pleased with myself, I settle down into my seat and stare out the window contently for the rest of the ride, tuning out Nathan’s occasional complaint and the bickering I can’t make out from the backseat.

               Once Nathan is able to find an open parking spot, we pull our hoods up against the wicked wind and make our way into the crowd slowly milling into the arena. Nathan repeatedly bumps against my shoulder and I wince in annoyance each time. I slow my pace slightly and am able to maneuver Jake between us, only a little guilt forming in my stomach.

               I produce the four tickets when we get inside, holding my thumb over the seat section when Nathan tries to look over my shoulder.

               “You’ll see soon enough,” I say before he even opens his mouth. Holding out the tickets to the man behind the gate before Nathan can snatch them out of my hands. I step through the gate with the other three following along after me. We blend into the sea of blue and white of jerseys and shirts and hats though the occasional orange jersey breaks through the crowd.

               Rian and I lead the way down towards ice level, Jake and then Nathan following along. We reach the glass and turn right, walking to the very end of the row and taking our seats right next to the home team’s bench.

               I plop down onto the end seat, and rest my elbow on the railing between the Leafs bench and my spot.  

               “Good enough for you?” I ask him and he just stares at me in awe. “Happy Birthday!” I exclaim just as I start to hear shouting from the tunnel just behind me.

               Nathan stands there gawking as players begin flying past us out onto the ice. The sound of their skates digging into the ice makes goosebumps erupt all over my body. I look away from Nathan and out across the ice surface proudly. I may not consider myself his girlfriend but goddamn I would be a good one.

               Eventually Nathan drops down to his seat with the assistance of Jake. The three people to my left stare at each player as they zoom by while my attention filters down to the white and orange jerseys on the other end, indifferent to the blue ones in front of me.

               After the shock wears off, Nathan and Jake make their way back to the concourse to get themselves a few beers.

               “I’m starving, you want anything?” Rian asks me, standing to follow after the boys.

               “Just bring me one of whatever you get,” I say, smiling at her. “Thanks.”

               She nods and moves to walk away but pauses, turning back to me slowly. “I think you made Nathan really happy tonight, Y/N. You may be a horrible sister, but you’re a great girlfriend.” She winks and flashes me a smile before running up the stairs to catch up to the boys.

               I stare after her, my mouth slightly open as I try to find words even though she’s already gone.

               “But he’s not my boyfriend,” I finally whisper and turn back to the ice, though my gaze is unfocused. Does everyone think we are together? I don’t think we are. Why does Rian? Does Jake think the same thing? Does the lady staring at me two rows back also think so? No, probably not. I flinch as a puck hits the glass directly in front of me and I’m too late focusing in to notice who it was and why their pass was so horrible.

               I sigh and try to push all thoughts of boyfriends and green eyed boys out of my mind. I stretch out in my seat, resting my foot on the small lip beneath the glass and watch the players in front of me. My eyes follow various numbers and names across the ice. There’s Marner. Oh look he’s doing his weird stretch thing next to Matthews. And there’s Bozak hitting the glass where his son is standing.

I don’t flinch this time when another puck hits the glass in front of me and my eyes zero in on a small cluster of guys near the blue line near the opposite boards. None of them are looking at me but I see a few smiles. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention back to the warm up drill they are currently working through.

I’m able to watch in peace for only a few minutes before my gaze is interrupted by a pair of the bluest eyes I have ever seen. My breath catches in my throat as our eye contact extends past a few seconds as he skates by slowly, stretching his stick above his head. A slow smile forms on William Nylander’s face as he finally passes me and I blink several times though my eyes continue to follow him.

“The shortest line was for hotdogs,” Rian says beside me and I nearly fall out of my seat. “Jesus Y/N! You just scared the shit out of me!” Rian snaps as my sudden movement made her nearly fumble the stack of hot dogs in her arms.

“Sorry! Here,” I reach out and take the two large drinks out of the nook of her arm.

“What were you staring at?” Rian asks taking her seat and spilling the pile of wrapped hotdogs onto her lap.

“Oh nothing, just got absorbed into the action,” I say, picking a hotdog from the pile and unwrapping it.

“Sure or you were absorbed into the godliness that is William Nylander,” Rian snorts, taking a huge bite of her hotdog as I gape at her.

“How could you have possibly noticed that? Weren’t you trying not to break your neck while walking down the stairs?” I ask.

“I said your name about three times before you snapped out of it,” Rian says through a mouthful and I wrinkle my nose at her. “Plus I could feel the tension halfway up the stairs.”

“Oh shut up,” I mumble, taking a bite of my own hotdog and pointedly staring down towards where the Flames were warming up.

“The boys were still in line when I was on my way back. You should see the smile on Nathan’s face. And Jake’s for that matter.”

“Now that you bring up Jake…” I say suggestively, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Just shut up now.” Rian doesn’t even bother looking at me, but I can see the pink rising up her neck to her cheeks.

“Rian and Jacob sitti- OW!” I squeal as Rian pinches me under the arm which somehow makes me kick my leg out hard into the boards in front of me. I gasp in pain while Rian erupts into a fit of giggles as I massage some life back into my toes through my boots. “I hate when you do that!”

Rian is too overcome with laughter to answer me and I scowl across the ice in full pout mode. I hear laughter from the bench area beside me and when I glance over I immediately regret it. Nylander is standing with a Gatorade bottle in his hand and a smile on his face, his eyes on me. I quickly drop his gaze and return my attention to my foot that is still throbbing.

“Shut up,” I mumble when Rian nudges me in the arm. She opens her mouth to say something but I’m saved by the arrival of Nathan and Jake.

They take their seats and another punch of guilt hits me as Nathan sits on the other side of Rian, giving me a disappointed look. I try to ignore it and look anywhere but him, deciding instead to watch Andersen go through his pregame routine.

Nathan and Jake engage in their usual pregame conversations, going over statistics and predictions. I can’t help but steal glances at Nathan and the smile that never seems to leave his face. He catches my eye a few times and I give him a soft smile, though I’m quick to look away. No need to fuel the fire. He’s been one of my best friends since I was in high school and only recently has the relationship gone to another level, one I’m not too sure about yet.

The game starts without any more awkward eye contact, which I strategically planned despite the nudges from Rian every time she noticed someone staring in our direction. A downside to the seat choice I hadn’t thought about. The atmosphere comes to life as the Leafs take an early 2-0 lead over the Flames. Rian and I clap but we don’t jump out of our seats like the two idiots sitting beside us. We giggle at them each time, making jokes at them that they occasionally take a little offense to.

By the end of the first period Nathan and Jake have both successfully had two beers a piece and soon go on the hunt for more while Rian and I watch the intermission activity.

“How’s your toe?” Rian asks me sweetly after a few minutes and ignore her.

“Why did you call me Nathan’s girlfriend?” I ask instead, frowning at the glass in front of me.

“I thought you were, are you not?” Rian asks confused, and I can see her looking at me from the corner of my eye.

“Definitely not,” I say. “And I hope he doesn’t either.”

“But I thought you two had feelings for each other. And I see you holding hands sometimes, him kissing your cheek, the hugging…”

“Okay, I get it. That would look a little like dating.” I interrupt much to her amusement. “I do love Nathan, I just don’t think I want him like that. And now I feel like I let it go on too far.”

Rian is quiet a moment, a first for her. “Well then I take back my earlier statement. You’re not a good girlfriend, you’re a good friend.” She taps my hand once as the team again comes shuffling out of the tunnel beside me. I turn my attention from Rian to the game again, trying and failing to focus. Only when the goal horn sounds for a Toronto goal to I snap to attention and clap, having no idea who even scored.

Thankfully, I don’t have to look very far because he is already skating to the bench for the celebration and I’m not quick enough to look away. Those pretty blue eyes meet mine again, a huge smile crinkling them at the corners and I feel myself smiling as well, though I know it’s just because of the goal. When play resumes I still struggle to pay attention, my mind is whirling about too much. I’m overly aware of the boy sitting two seats down from and overly aware of the bench on the other side of me.

I prepare myself to get up after the next whistle, needing to get away from the bright lights of the arena, a slow throb already forming in my head when I hear it.

#7 Third Anniversary (Josh)

Request from anon:

hi :) could i get a josh dun imagine where the reader and josh are celebrating their third anniversary and josh just can’t keep his hands off her in a super fluffy way? thanks :)

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Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I got really busy with the holiday and everything, but here’s a new imagine, and I am hoping it won’t take me as long to get the next one up.

ALSO, I hit 300 followers!?!?! It’s so crazy, especially cause this blog hasn’t existed for that long. Thank you guys so much.

Anyway, drop any requests in my inbox, as usual. Enjoy!

Warnings: none :)

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Three years ago, a nervous, jittery, red haired boy named Josh had asked you to be his girlfriend. And now, hundreds of shows, dozens of dates, a handful of vibrant hair colors, and three wonderful years later, you both stand in your shared home as he helps you zip up the casual dress you have on to celebrate the occasion.

You had both agreed that even though it was a special occasion, it wasn’t necessary to go on some extravagant, expensive date, and you told him gifts were strictly off limits. He bought you too much stuff as it is.

You turn around and smile at him after your dress is zipped, and lovingly place your hand on his cheek as you peck his lips. You then try to turn away, but find yourself trapped in his arms as his lips find yours for a deeper kiss. You smile into it, before wriggling out of his hold to find your shoes.

Once you’re both ready to go, you jump in the car and drive to one of your favorite spots in town. The whole way there, Josh doesn’t take his hand off your knee, even though you scold him to keep both hands on the wheel.

He parks the car in the lot of the art museum and you walk hand in hand up the stairs and through the double doors. Admission is free, so you skip past the front desk and into the first exhibit, wandering around the vast space and examining the art.

You two often went to museums, especially when traveling, and you would usually stay together, but give each other room to explore at your own respective paces. Today seems different, though. As you wander through the halls, Josh is practically attached to your hip. If he isn’t holding your hand, he has his arm wrapped around your shoulder. And if he isn’t doing that, he’s standing behind you as you look at a painting, with his head on your shoulder and his arms around you waist.

You don’t really mind, but he seems to be paying more attention to you than the art.

“Josh, are you even appreciating the art?” you ask him jokingly, after you catch him staring at you for what seems like the twentieth time today.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he says. “You’re the most beautiful piece of art here.”

His words make you blush and smile profusely, and your eyes find the ground instead of his gaze.

“That is the cheesiest thing you have ever said to me,” you say with a slight giggle. “And that’s saying something.”

He laughs lightly and presses his forehead to yours, gently rubbing his nose against yours.

“You know you love it,” he says, still smiling.

“Of course I do, because I love you,” you says and he hums.

“Love you, too,” he says, pressing his lips to yours.

You hear an older woman cough behind you, as if to say “stop making out and look at the art, you annoying children,” and you take the hint, breaking the kiss and pulling Josh into the next room.

After a few hours in the museum, you can see Josh getting bored and checking his phone often. Although you could wander around the exhibits all day, you indulge him and suggest the two of you grab lunch at a nearby diner.

“Hm, that diner looks good, but I think I have a better idea,” he says, and you furrow your brow in confusion.

“What have you got planned, Dun?” you ask suspiciously.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says with a mischievous grin.

“You’re so full of crap,” you reply. He simply shrugs his shoulders and takes you to the car, swearing that he won’t tell you where he’s taking you.

The car ride is short, and you become even more confused when he parks the car in front of a nearby park.

“What are we going to eat at the park?” you ask.

“Grass,” he deadpans, and you roll your eyes at his sarcasm. “Just be patient, will you?”

You sigh and let him lead you through the park to a nice clearing where there’s a beautiful picnic set up with champagne and flowers.

“Josh, I said nothing over the top,” you say, even though you can’t hide your obvious grin.

“Man, if you think this is over the top, you’re really not going to like what I have set up for later,” he replies with a grin and you simply look at him in shock.

“We said we would have a nice, inexpensive day.”

“This is nice and inexpensive. Did you really think I would just not do something nice for you on our anniversary?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

“Well, then you truly have no faith in me.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoyingly nice. You’re too good for this world,” you reply with mock annoyance.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he replies and kisses the top of your head.

He leads you over to blanket and you both sit down. He pops the champagne and gets out a lunch of simple, but delicious, sandwiches and fruit.

“How did you even set this up?” you ask through a mouthful of a watermelon.

“I may have had to call in reinforcements from Tyler,” he explains with a grin.

“No way Tyler could have pulled this off,” you say and Josh laughs, but doesn’t argue.

“I’m totally telling him you said that,” Josh replies.

“What, it’s not a bad thing, he just isn’t the most organized person in the world,” you say and Josh shakes his head.

“No, you’re totally right. I guess I should’ve included that Tyler then had to call in reinforcements from Jenna,” he says.

“Now that I can believe,” you reply and the both of you laugh.

The better part of the afternoon is spent sipping champagne in the park, your head in Josh’s lap as he plays with your hair and you both lay on the blanket finding shapes in the clouds. It’s the perfect kind of afternoon, where the sky is bright and blue and the birds sing beautifully and the wind blows lightly every once in a while to make you feel like you’re perfectly alive.

You would be perfectly content to sleep our here all night, especially after the slight champagne buzz wears off and the drowsiness begins to set in, but Josh sits up around 5 and informs you that Jenna will be arriving shortly to make sure you get changed and to dinner by around 6:30. And sure enough, once the two of you have cleaned up your picnic and walk back to the car, Jenna is waiting for you.

Josh kisses you goodbye, and just like that, Jenna whisks you away before you can get another word in.

You and Jenna chat in the car, and you assume she is taking you to your house, but you’re surprised when you pull into the driveway of her and Tyler’s house.

“How am I supposed to get ready when I’m not at my house,” you ask as the two of you walk through the door.

“Don’t worry, Josh sent clothes for you and you can borrow my stuff for a shower and makeup,” she assures as she closes the door behind you.

“Way more planning went into this than I am aware of, didn’t it?” you ask, even though the answer is clear.

“Oh, definitely,” she says with a smile.

You quickly shower and walk into Jenna’s room to inquire about your outfit, but you see that she’s already laid it out on the bed.

What you find is an absolutely gorgeous evening gown, with a pair of heels and a note written in Josh’s handwriting.

“I know we said no gifts, but this matched your eyes too well to not buy it for you. xx -J”

You smile and bite your lip and you want to be mad that he broke your “rules,” but how could you be upset about something this sweet. You shake your head slightly and pick up the dress, slipping it on over your undergarments. You leave the heels off for now, instead going to find Jenna about doing your hair and makeup.

“Y/N, you look stunning,” Jenna says as soon as she sees you. “Josh is gonna flip.”

Jenna happily agrees to help you with your hair and makeup, and about halfway through you realize you’ve seen no signs of Tyler in the house.

“Where’s Tyler?” you ask.

“Oh, he’s with Josh,” she replies, clearly with holding any more information.

“I bet you won’t tell me where, will you?” you continue.

“Nope,” she replies, popping the “p” sound.

You shake your head slightly, acknowledging that you’ll just have to live with the suspense.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you go back into Jenna’s room to slip on your shoes, finally able to see the full look in the mirror, and you almost don’t recognize yourself. The dress compliments your figure like nothing else you’ve ever worn, and your makeup was done beautifully by Jenna.

Jenna quickly pushes you out of the house so that you’ll make it to wherever she’s taking you on time. The drive doesn’t take long, and before you know it, you’re pulling up to one of your absolute favorite restaurants.  

“This is where I leave you,” Jenna says with a smile.

“Thank you so much, for everything,” you say, leaning over the console to give her a hug.

“You deserve it, hon. Now, go find you man,” she says and you climb out of the car and walk into the restaurant.

You’re shocked when you enter and find no one else in the restaurant, as it’s usually packed with diners. You are pulled from your confusion when you find a small trail of rose petals leading up to the rooftop seating area. As you climb the stairs, you can vaguely hear orchestral music being played beautifully from the top, and as you make it to the roof, you finally see Josh, dressed in a full black suit, looking as good as ever.

“You really outdid yourself, Dun,” you say to him as he approaches with a smile and a bouquet of roses.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he repeats his words for earlier, and truly means it. “Happy three years. You’re absolutely stunning.”

You blush at the compliment.

“Only because you bought this gorgeous dress for me. Did you rent out this whole place?” you ask, and he nods. “And a string quartet?”

You gesture to group playing in the corner of the roof. He simply nods.

“Friends of Tyler’s,” he says.

You can’t wipe the grin off your face as he leads you over to a table near the edge of the roof, so you can gaze out over the city. The table is already set with a delicious meal and wine.

You chat over dinner and he doesn’t let your hand go all night, tracing patterns into the back of it with his thumb. He also plays footsie with you under the table, but you know it’s not in a sexual way. He just wants to be close to you.

“There’s just one more thing I have for you,” he says as you finish your meal and he takes an envelope from his coat, sliding it over to you.

“But, Josh, I don’t even have anything for you-,” you start, but he interrupts.

“I know, we said no gifts,” he says. “But I’ve already broken that rule, so just open it.”

You sigh slightly and break the seal of the envelope, pulling out an airline ticket.

“What-” you start, but are again interrupted.

“It’s a one way ticket to our first show on tour,” Josh says, and you furrow your brow. “I know you’ve been hesitant to come on tour with us in the past, because you feel like you’re in the way all the time, but, baby, I want you with me, every day. I understand if you still don’t want to but I just-”

It was your turn to interrupt.

“Of course I will,” you say, and you don’t think you’ve ever smiled as wide.

“Really?”

“Yes, of course, Josh, I will go on tour with you,” you repeat.

He breathes a sigh of relief with a beaming smile to match yours, and you both stand up, walking to each other, and he holds you so tight you’re afraid you may have cracked a rib, but you don’t care. And even though he’s had his hands on you all day, no embrace was sweeter than the one you shared in that moment.

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This was maybe more than the request was asking for, but it was just so cute, I couldn’t help it.

Hope you liked it! I’d love some feedback, or if you have a request, drop it in my inbox. Thanks for reading!

How each type is a bad friend

INxJ:

First of all, if you’re friends with this person, you’re probably a nerd. Your friend’s dominant Ni means that they’d rather spend their time alone complimenting deep shit than going out and doing actual fun shit like spending time with people and being a relatively normal human being. You know who does that? People who lack a social life, that’s who. People who spend more time on Tumblr reblogging fandom gifs and roleplaying as fake people than taking a stroll outside or getting food in their system, that’s who. People who use “INxJ” as the main way to describe themselves even though most of the world doesn’t have an idea what an INTJ or INFJ is, that’s who. I’d tell you to steer clear of making friends with these people, but their introversion and lack of connection to the outside world is already doing it for me.

ISxJ:

What the fuck is a Si-dom? I don’t fuckin know. Si is such an invisible function, just like your friend is at social gatherings. If you wanna find an ISxJ at a party, just look near the walls, you’ll find one eventually. They’re the person who’s there but not doing anything notable. I’ll be honest, I don’t know anything about Si-doms and I’d be happy to sit down with some and get insight into what goes on in their heads.

ExFJ:

They care about you and aren’t afraid to show it. It’s flattering until it isn’t. It’s flattering until they message you literally every day and talk about their best experiences so many times that you can practically imagine yourself being there as, for the third time this week, they tell you about that one time they consoled a crying stranger at a party and left with them to get food together. It’s flattering until you deliberately avoid them in public so you don’t have to deal with them clinging on to you and asking about your personal business nonstop. “You know (mutual friend)? I think they hate me” “I think that barista at Starbucks is into me” “How’s it going with (SO or crush)?” are some things to expect from an ExFJ, which will be followed by you thinking something along the lines of SHUT THE FUCK UP AND MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS

ExTJ:

What a great friend you’ve come across. They’re so loyal and really know how to hold a good conversation. You want to hang out with them, so you ask them if they’re available. Oh wait, they aren’t. Just like they were last week. And the week before that. And the week before that one. And most of the time you’ve had them as a friend. “Yo, wanna hang out tonight?” “Can’t, got work to do” or “I’m thinking about hitting up this bar tonight, wanna come?” “Sorry, already got plans with someone” or “How about we get lunch today?” “I have a meeting all lunch hour” are all exchanges you can expect to have with an ExTJ. So many things in their life they have to make time for and none of them are you. If text conversations and little face-to-face time satisfy you, then ExTJ is a perf friend for you.

xSTP:

You think you’ve found yourself a nice, sociable, and wholesome friend. They’re charismatic, warm, and can always make a mundane situation fun. Then they get sick of using Fe and go into full Ti mode. That’s when you discover just how much of a sociopath your friend probably is. “Here’s some circumstances in which (breaking a certain law or moral convention) is fine” and “Actually in my opinion, killing someone is justified if…” are some ways in which this can manifest. Don’t make friends with an xSTP unless you can handle jokes that would make an INFP mad and oh look, there they are hitting you up to go do parkour and light shit on fire at your local park. It’s almost midnight, don’t they have responsibilities or sleep to get to? Of course they need to sleep, they have to get to the gym in the morning so they can look good for their trashy Instagram selfies.

xSFP:

Oh. My. Gawsh. You think xSFP is so lovable. Their down-to-earthness and outgoing vibes trigger such positive reactions from you. But their Se is powerful. Watch them go out and get lit every weekend night without you. Watch them make friends with everyone at parties and post pics with their friends on their Snapchat story. If only you could be good enough to do that fun shit with xSFP. Of course you’ll make a nice joke that makes them laugh once in a while or help them out with some things, but if you’re not already best friend material with them, odds are you never will be, which is especially heartbreaking if you’re ESTP. Unless you’re xSFP yourself, then you may still have hope.

xNTP:

xNTP. Such a dynamic person. Has the active mind and the means to express it of an xNFP with the no-fucks-given attitude of an xSTP. But good luck getting a friendship with them to be strong and lasting if you don’t share anything in common. No, you don’t listen to their favourite progressive death metal corewave glitchhop bands or enjoy Tuvan throat singing or share their appreciation of obscure films, so what the fuck are you supposed to talk about together? Concrete reality? Normal people things? Go find someone with high Se if that interests you.

xNFP:

So you want to discuss an ethical issue without anyone taking anything too personally. Well too fuckin bad for you cause xNFP’s gonna take something personally sooner or later. They’ll give you that “seen 5:38 pm” and be very obviously disinterested in your conversations after that before removing you from their list of people they like being around and never talking to you in a friendly context ever again. And Jebus help you if you’re not into their main interests cause the second they meet someone who shares said interests, you’re getting fuckin replaced no matter how emotionally invested you’re in xNFP. You aren’t a fan of Arctic Monkeys? Too fuckin bad for you cause xNFP has at least 3 other friends who are and they like those friends a lot more than you. I hope you like feeling worthless cause that’s what happens when xNFP likes you but just as an acquaintance or just straight up doesn’t like you at all.

Little Monster part 3

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Pairing: Professor!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: A couple bad words? Mentions of drugging someone (e.g. date rape) but without explicit content. Just briefly mentioned but if this is not for you, then please skip the cursive part!

Word count: 2389

Summary: You and Clint meet up to discuss tactics. Pietro reveals something to Bucky and infuriaties him.

A/N: You should start to wonder by now who the real little monster is…

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I am genuinely concerned of the amount of responses I get that are “I can’t see a gender therapist.”

Yes. You. Can. It took me 27 years to be able to medically transition. I did it on my own. I lost everything. Girlfriends, friends, family.
This is your life and you will be able to see a gender therapist eventually. Because every single one of you is capable of taking care of yourself.

“But I still live with my parents, they won’t accept it.” You won’t be under their roof forever. You have to find and create your own happiness. My family hates what I’m doing but I am an adult they cannot stop me. They can stop talking to me and supporting me and that’s their crappy, uneducated right.

“I don’t have a job, I can’t afford it.” Save until you can, are you medically unable to work? Get grants, make phone calls, go to every single LGBT clinic you can find until you can find someone willing to treat you.

“I am underage.” Mark a date on your calendar till your 18th birthday and save every cent and penny for your transition. Plan ahead.
Stop allowing others to stop you from transitioning. Once you are 18-21 this life is yours. To those of you underage, seek a school consoler.

This is your body. It took me so long to learn that in life sometimes it is up to you and only you to make it happen.

Kyle