i think you two are actually the same person

asexuality, like bisexuality, is deliberately misunderstood by out groups in order to exclude us.

asexuality isn’t “straight people who don’t want to have sex”. even the conventional definition, a “lack of sexual attraction” is not a particularly helpful or well liked definition within the community, because it obscures this fact: asexuality is a distinct sexuality. it’s one that involves a lack of primary sexual motivation, but it’s not “X but no sex”.

all asexuals are ace, regardless of their romantic orientation or behavior.

biphobes think that bisexuals are straight when they’re with someone who they deem opposite gender, and gay when they’re with someone they deem same gender. they can’t seem to separate behavior from identity, to get that someone is bisexual regardless of their sexual behavior.

likewise, aces are ace regardless of our behavior. aces aren’t “straights who don’t have sex”. for one, because some aces have sex (because people have sex for a lot of reasons other than attraction). two, because to be straight is to possess sexual attraction. that’s why, historically, asexuals have just been considered gay (and later, bi). whatever the True Gays think of us, the straights don’t make that distinction.

this is why if your acceptance of asexuals is limited to same-gender-romantically-attracted aces, you don’t actually support asexuality. you support someone you consider “a gay person who doesn’t want to have sex”. because all aces are ace and asexuality is queer.

this is the same raw deal bisexuals get. I suppose if you can, as a group, even fathom attraction the outwardly perceived opposite gender, you can’t be True Gay ™. (which is probably why such a high proportion of trans and NB people id as bi, queer, or ace.)

Oh Sehun//For Her

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Summary: The first words you’ll hear your soulmate say are tattooed onto your skin from birth. You hear the words, but in the worst possible situation - he’s in love with your close friend. 
Scenario: Soulmate AU, angst, fluff
Word Count: 5,746

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  • Naruto: So, like, ever since Hinata confessed to me, people have been like- ya know
  • Sasuke: Hn
  • Naruto: And I'm just- I don't, like, I can't- ya know
  • Naruto: But I should, right? There's no reason I shouldn't, uh, ya kn-
  • Sasuke: Dobe, if you say "ya know" one more time
  • Naruto: I can't help it, I'm just so, so, ya know!
  • Sasuke: Why are you talking to me about this, idiot?
  • Naruto: You're the only one who hasn't said anything, ya know. Sakura-chan, Kakashi, Ino, Iruka, even Kiba have been on my case non-stop.
  • Sasuke: It's your life. Your choice. Do what you want. It makes no difference to me.
  • Naruto: But, but Sasuke, I'm just so... Ya know.
  • Sasuke: Fine, usuratonkachi. We'll talk.
  • Sasuke: Do you think she's pretty?
  • Naruto: Eto... *squints* I guess so.
  • Naruto: Actually, now that you mention it, Hinata's kind of a looker, huh
  • Naruto: But she's still not as pretty as- *glances over* Uh, other people.
  • Sasuke: Like who? Sakura?
  • Naruto: Yeah, Sakura-chan and... Someone else
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: So the problem is that you have feelings for another person
  • Naruto: *blushes* Um... I guess, but I doubt you- I mean, this other person will ever, ya know, feel the same way, so I should just
  • Sasuke: Have you said anything?
  • Naruto: Well, no
  • Naruto: But after everything that happened, you- I mean, this person should get it by now, and if y- they don't, that probably means it's one-sided. Right?
  • Sasuke: Maybe
  • Naruto: Oh
  • Sasuke: Unless I -I mean, this 'other person' was thinking the same way as you
  • Naruto: Really? You Were?
  • Sasuke: Were what? I'm talking about this mysterious 'other person' who's apparently prettier than Hyuuga Hinata, which is -mmmphmm!
  • Sasuke: What was that, you moron?
  • Naruto: It's called a kiss, teme.
  • Naruto: Something two people do when they like each other.
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: I'm not familiar with the concept.
  • Sasuke: Maybe you should show me again.

guys did you stop to think about how crazy a hamilton movie would/will be? 

  • WE’LL HAVE MORE THAN ONE PERSON PLAYING THE DUAL ROLES, i mean there will be one person playing peggy and one playing maria, same for jefferson/lafayette and so on
  • talking about peggy she’ll probably be younger than eliza and angelica and IMAGINE A YOUNG AND NAIVE PEGGS WANDERING IN NYC also
  • we’ll have AN ACTUAL KID PLAYING PHILLIP and probably two people playing the main roles as they age, the story rolls over for many many decades and they’ll probably want one cast as the younger version and one as the oldest or at least age up and down the same cast
  • WE’LL PROBABLY SEE JOHN ADAMS AND JOHN JAY AND ALEX’S KIDS AND MANY OTHER PEOPLE THAT ARE JUST MENTIONED IN THE MUSICAL
  • THE SCENARIOS, we’ll have actual cabinets and parties and houses and battlefields and harbours
  • blood. there will be blood and when people get shot they’ll actually bleed bc WE CAN DO THAT IN MOVIES
  • the OUTFITS because they’ll probably change way more often and we’ll see the characters in many diferent clothes and this makes me really excited

i’m just really into the idea of a hamilton movie

The Magicians (show) sentence starters

season 1, part 2 of 3
episodes 6 through 9
75 starters
feel free to change gender pronouns
content warning: alcohol mention, cussing, drug mention, violence, sexual themes
[part 1]

  • “Okay, I take it back. Maybe this is a waste of your time.”
  • “That’s a pretty acrobatic form of denial.”
  • “I’m not done with you. Consider it a warning.”
  • “Please, don’t come back here again.”
  • “If I was you, I would be curious.”
  • “Hello? Is someone being creepy on purpose?”
  • “Secure the sacrifice!”
  • “Jesus, I’m not a virgin…”
  • “Wow, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
  • “I don’t even know what a chupacabra is.”
  • “I can already see we are immensely handicapped by your presence.”
  • “There’s a way. There’s always a way.”
  • “Oh, if you wanna insult me, you should try again.”
  • “If I had more, I’d give you more.”
  • “You ever want something so badly and then realize that it’s nothing like what you thought? And that maybe you are stupid for ever actually wanting it?”
  • “You look like your head’s about to pop off.”
  • “Celebrate the world you’re in, dummy.”
  • “_____, did you roofie me?”
  • “Can we skip down to where you realize you no makey magic here?”
  • “I am literally losing the will to live.”
  • “Look, talk to me. What’s going on?”
  • “Ask me something harder if you want us to get somewhere.”
  • “Ask me why I’m nice to you.”
  • “I had noticed you’re a tad brusque with everyone else.”
  • “I’m scared to tell you this, because it’s true. I’m falling in love with you.”
  • “I flirted with you that first day because you looked useful, and you were.”
  • “I’ve been using you this entire time.”
  • “I really didn’t see this coming.”
  • “I always hold back, _____. Every single day. I mean, I have no idea what I’m even capable of.”
  • “I don’t want to lose it… how it felt.”
  • “Sit. I do not ask and I do not order twice.”
  • “You think you know how to do this. I assure you, you do not.”
  • “A great magician is magic in his bones, blood, heart, and dick. Or lady parts. Whatever.”
  • “Why don’t you two just fuck?”
  • “Blood’s not gonna come out of that sweater. You should just throw it out.”
  • “Where you think you’re sticking that?”
  • “This magic gin better make us see unicorns that fart rainbows.”
  • “I don’t have to tell you anything.”
  • “You are lucky you’re pretty.”
  • “Why is your face making that face?”
  • “I’m going to go take a nap and pretend that this entire conversation never happened.”
  • “Can we just talk about this seriously for a second?”
  • “Are you in love with me?”
  • “Hell is real, and it smells like Axe Body Spray.”
  • “Leave before I start screaming.”
  • “You stay out of my ass and there’s no blood fued necessary on my end. But come after me, and I will kill you and everyone that you care about.”
  • “I made a horrible mistake asking you to help. Please, leave.”
  • “Maybe we just need to accept the world for what it actually is.”
  • “I hate magic.”
  • “I think about stabbing you all the time.”
  • “Please! You can’t keep doing this to me!”
  • “How is a voodoo doll supposed to help me?”
  • “What we love can be as important to us as our lives.”
  • “That’s kind of a personal question for two people who aren’t supposed to be in the same room.”
  • “Predictable’s not bad, _____.”
  • “Don’t bother with the performance.”
  • “I wouldn’t dream of fooling you.”
  • “You know I never wanted this. You forced my hand. I wish it could be any other way.”
  • “I don’t need to tell you how fucking pissed at you I am.”
  • “I don’t understand why we fell apart after being friends forever.”
  • “I’m working on forgiving you.”
  • “I’m going, and like it or not, _____, you should come.”
  • “_____, I’m stuck! Someone get me out of here!”
  • “This house is haunted as balls, is what that is.”
  • “Okay, this is a little kinky, even for me.”
  • “Some things just aren’t fair. We can’t make sense of them.”
  • “If the world goes after you, take it as a compliment.”
  • “What do you think redemption looks like, _____?”
  • “What if there really is a Hell and this takes me there?”
  • “Well, that bought us about ten minutes.”
  • “Let’s go dig up a dead body.”
  • “You can’t seriously be thinking of leaving them there.”
  • “This is exactly the kind of thing that we should be able to fix.”
  • “Life ain’t fair. Why in the high, holy fuck should death be any different?”
  • “Thinking that you can change anything… It’s such an act of monumental ego. I mean, who the fuck do you think you really are?”

the-endlessquestions  asked:

Does time actually exist? I personally dont think that it really exists...

Time, as described by Einstein’s theories of relativity, certainly does exist. The duration of time between two events is just as real as the distance in space between two objects, and according to Einstein, these two qualities are actually tied together. This is where the concept of space-time comes from, and it has some profound consequences.

Not only does time exist, but it can be stretched, bent, and warped. The flow of time can change depending on how fast you are moving, and how close you are to a massive object. The same can be said for space, too, but I don’t think anyone is debating how ‘real’ space is.

Now, the human perception of time may not be entirely real. Our brains aren’t perfect clocks, so we’re bound to be a little bit off. Not to mention, one can make the argument that all of human perception is an illusion, but I digress. That being said, our perception of time is a decent approximation.

Ways to tell if your characters are too similar

I just finished the first draft of a novel I’ve been working on diligently for many months, and while I was editing I found that two of my characters, both whom I love with all of my heart, were oddly alike. Both of them were snarky, conceited, good in combat, and loyal to a fault, which also made me pick out a few cliches.

Editing characters so late in the game has proven to be absolute torture, so here are some ways to tell if your characters are too similar, so you can pick it up early on so that it’s not hell for you to change it when your manuscript is finished.

First off, I just want to tell you that these are my personal ways that I’ve come up with to decide if characters are more similar than the writer would like, and in no way am I demanding for you to change your characters to be more different if you find that they are, indeed, similar. 

1. Make a list of their personality traits

This one is an easy one to do right off the bat. It’s very simple, and if you think that two or more of your characters seem to be copies of each other, just make a list of their traits and abilities. If you find that all of your characters prefer/use knives, change it up a bit and have a character have a whip instead, or maybe throwing stars.

This is for general, overall traits, and this method has a few faults when it comes to the depth of characters.

*****There are different levels of certain traits.*****

For example, your character can be creeped out about spiders. This could either be just a slight annoyance, or the fear absolutely cripples them, making them useless in combat against spider beasts.

Another example is if your character is selfish. Are they selfish in the way that they don’t like to share food or weapons, or are they selfish in the way that they will desert their friends in the heat of battle just to save their own skin?

That’s why you shouldn’t immediately assume your characters are too similar just from this one list that you make!

2. Create a situation and have all of your characters react to it

If you really want to know if your characters are too similar, you’ll have to start going into depth. Now, as a fiction writer you probably enjoy making up scenarios, and for this task you have to have your characters to react to something. PREFERABLY NOT A SCENARIO FROM YOUR ACTUAL NOVEL/STORY

You don’t even have to write it down. Just think about it.

Here are some things you can wonder about your characters:

- What would they do if they were locked in a doorless room that had only one window, which was blocked by bars, with all their weapons taken except a butter knife? There are guards outside the window, and one of them has a weapon that looks sharp enough to cut away the bars.

- What would they do if they were about to be tossed into a pit of snakes?

- What would they do if they were knocked out and woke up locked into a coffin, buried alive?

-What would they do if they set out on a risky mission and all of their crew died except for them?

-If they could only save one, who would they save: their mother, their lover, or their best friend?

3. Write out a dialogue between the characters who you think are too similar

Write out a complete dialogue between all of the characters who you think are too similar, and have them maybe reacting to one of the situations listed above. It should be elaborate, complete with the actions that they do in between or during the actual speaking. Then, when you’re done, take away the names in the speech tags, adding person 1, person 2, person 3, etc. or maybe take away the speech tags altogether

Read it again and think of which characters would say what. If two characters are able to read from almost the same lines (lets say both Jimmy and Billy Bob can read from Person #2′s dialogue) then you might have a problem.

I can’t give you an example because only you know your characters’ personalities and what they would say, just like only I know what my characters would say, but I found that this one was the selling point for me in deciding that one of these characters has to be changed up.


Hope this helped!

how would you feel ; riarkle

summary: the four times farkle doesn’t say he loves riley, and the one time he does.
author’s note: my computer is being so irritating so i had to post this w my phone so sorry if the formatting is gross!!!!! the formatting on ao3 is fine and the link to my ao3 profile is in my bio.

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It’s freshman year and Riley is trying out for cheer, again. Even though she made it last year, she still wasn’t satisfied with her “pity acceptance” and vowed to make it this year (I have to prove myself this time Farkle. We’re in high school now, it’s the big leagues), but for real this time.

The whole gang was going to come and support her again but everyone besides Farkle was preoccupied. Lucas and Zay had football practice, Maya had independent art study with Mr Turner, and Smackle was tutoring Yogi in biology. Farkle also had plans, the robotics club was about to make a huge breakthrough with their most recent endeavor, but when he saw the way her face fell when everyone bailed, he couldn’t do that to her. He knew that if she knew he had somewhere else to be, she would make him go, so he made sure she felt like his number one priority. At least, that’s what he told Smackle when she accused him of having feelings for her (again).

“She’s our friend, Smackle. My best friend actually, and I promised her I would be there for her. Always.”

“I thought I was your best friend, dearest? Match made in heaven?”

“You’re my girlfriend. There’s a difference.”

Smackle pretended his comment didn’t sting, and didn’t question it further.

+

He was gathering his stuff from his locker when she anxiously floated over to him the day of the try outs. She looked adorable in her high ponytail, pom poms in hand. Not that he noticed.

“Farkle, I’m so beyond nervous!” Her words zoomed off her lips as they walked to the gym. “I’ve been working with Zoe all summer, you know that, but what if it’s not enough? These girls have made this their lifestyle and I only started this summer. I want this so bad, my head could burst.”

“Riley,” he paused, stopping them and grabbing her hand, platonically, “You’re going to be great. You have never failed at anything you put your mind to. Don’t freak out, Riles. I’m going to be in those bleachers cheering you on the whole time.”
She looked up at him with her big, doe eyes, “Always?”

His heart broke at the sight of her vulnerability so he squeezed her hand, “Always.”

Her try out went great, he knew it would. She danced and laughed and even though she tripped at least seven times, she had more cheer than anyone there. He reminded her of that when they sat outside of the school waiting for their ride as she cried into his shoulder. As she cried, he held her tighter than ever before. Platonically.

The results got posted the next day and Farkle picked Riley up in his dad’s car even earlier than Cory could have taken her so they could wait outside and eat bagels. She wanted to be the first one to see the list, and for Farkle to be the second. When the school finally opened, Riley ran to the bulletin board outside of the gym before Farkle could even make it two feet inside. When he got to the bulletin board, she was standing in front of it, motionless.

“Riles,” he began cautiously.

“I, I made the team,” she whispered as if she didn’t even believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

It took him exactly .2 seconds for him to run to her and sweep her into his arms. She giggled wildly as he lifted her off the ground and twirled her around, embracing her as they celebrated this triumph.

Setting her down but not letting go of her, they looked at each other from a dangerously close perspective. His breath was heavier than he ever wanted it to be when he was around her, and her face was flushed pink with something she could only describe as pure exhilaration. Of course, at the time, she blamed it on the good news.

“Riley,” he paused, I love you,“I’m so proud of you.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at him in a daze, I love you too “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

That night, he thought about the words he thought in that moment of pure bliss and reminded himself that it was platonic. They had said it a thousand times.

So why could he not say it then?

————-

Freshman year quickly turned into sophomore year and sophomore year brought more challenges than any of them could imagine.
After the London Debacle the six had faced at the end of the last school year, Riley and Lucas had decided to stay broken up and a long three months later, Lucas and Maya had decided to put themselves, and everyone else, out of their misery and try dating again. They were now almost four months in things had settled. They were happy. Everyone was happy. Until the night that Smackle became very unhappy.

“Really, Smackle, I can leave. I don’t want to get in the way. I shouldn’t have come anyway.”

Smackle and Farkle were having a fairly innocent make out session in Farkle’s room when Riley barged in with bags full of snacks and all of the back to the future movies in hand. Ever since Maya and Lucas had started dating, Farkle had been there for her to lean on and she naively didn’t notice the effect it had on Farkle and Smackle’s relationship. That is, she didn’t realize it until she saw poor Smackle freaking out on Farkle.

“No, Riley, you’re fine,” Farkle said for the umpteenth time that night. Riley could very clearly see that things were not fine, that she was most certainly was not fine and that she should leave, so why did she believe him? Why did she take her word for it and sit there, knowing it was only making things worse?

Smackle scoffed, “Classic.”

Farkle’s finger were going to town on his temples, trying to soothe his mind in anyway possible, “Isadora, if you have something to say then say it.” He never called her by her full name.

“Fine,” she began, stronger than a bull, “If you want to really hear it then here it goes. Riley is using you, Farkle, and you’re letting it happen because you’re too nice. Ever since Lucas and Maya started dating she has needed someone to be there for her 24/7 and you became that person. But guess what, babe? I need you to be that person because you’re my boyfriend,” she paused and turned to Riley, “You hear that? My boyfriend. I get that things have been hard for you Riley but things get hard for everyone and you’re not the center of the universe. You don’t have dibs being treated right and you definitely don’t have dibs on being treated perfectly by my boyfriend.”

“You don’t get to talk to her like that, Smackle!” Farkle’s hands were balled and his neck was bright red. Riley had only ever seen him like that the time that Maya’s dad showed up drunk to one of her art shows over the summer. He was always the first one to start swinging for his girls but she wasn’t going to let that happen tonight. Smackle was right, she was being selfish.

“Farkle! Enough!” Riley yelled as she stood up and walked in between them, facing Farkle. “She’s right. I mean, for God’s sake it’s a Friday night and I barged in here with no warning just assuming you’d be available. That’s selfish, Farkle. Don’t defend me. Your relationship with Smackle is more important than my bruised ego. I’m going to go now,” she turned to Smackle, “I really am sorry, Smackle. I hope you can forgive me and realize that I never meant to hurt anyone,” she paused for a moment to gather herself, “Right, I’m gonna go now. So sorry. Ok, bye,” and with that, she slipped out the door and slid down against it, letting her head fall into her palms.

What the hell is wrong with you, Matthews? Get it together.

+

She woke up the next morning with a knock on her bay window.

Groggily and even more clumsily than normal, she made her way from her bed to open it up and let whichever one of her friends had decided to disturb her slumber this time. However, when she saw it was Farkle, she instantly sobered up.

“It’s seven am, what are you doing here?” She asked with a yawn.

He scooted in and sat next to her, head in his hands, “Smackle dumped me exactly six hours and forty seven minutes ago. After you left we kept talking and then talking turned to arguing some more and then arguing turned to tears and tears turned to slammed doors. I can’t believe I messed things up with her so bad.”

Riley’s heart broke at the sight of him. Now that she was really paying attention, she noticed that he was wearing the same outfit as yesterday and his hair was sticking up in every direction besides the one it was supposed to be.

She sighed and put her arm around him, resting her head against his crouched frame, “I’m so sorry, Farkley. This is all my fault. Do you want me to talk to her?”

He laughed dryly, “Actually, I feel like you’re the last person she wants to talk to. Well, second to last, actually. I think you’ve finally beaten me at something,” he joked as she playfully shoved him.

The two sat in silence for a little bit, just enjoying the heat of each other’s bodies.

“Are you wearing bunny pajamas?” He asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Excuse me for not expecting company at seven am.”

Silence fell upon them again.

Until Farkle was, once again, the one to break it.

“It wasn’t your fault, ya know. I’m the one that kept putting everything before my relationship. Don’t feel bad about it,” his voice was a whisper and she could tell he was incredibly serious and even more so remorseful at how he handled things with Smackle.

She sighed and started fiddling with the loose strings on the friendship bracelet she made him for his birthday last year as a joke. She ignores the fact that he never took it off, “You can say it wasn’t my fault all you want but the way she looked at me just goes to show that it was. She had every right to look at me like that.”

“Riley, you’re talking as if you’re a homewrecker.”

“I might as well be. You two were the best couple I had ever seen and here I come in like a bulldozer, messing everything up.”

He laughed the littlest laugh at that, it was just so absurd for Riley to think that she was anything less than perfect, “If we truly were the best couple, then some weirdo girl in bunny pajamas wouldn’t stand a chance against us.”

This made Riley laugh and bury her head into his shoulder, which felt like a victory.

I love you, “You’re the most important person in my life,” so much, “I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”

I love you more, All she did was smile at him and continue fiddling with his friendship bracelet.

————-

New Years Eve was a time of revelations for the group of six. Sophomore year had finally reached the halfway mark and the friends were celebrating with another New Year’s Eve party. However, to avoid the bad luck of the eighth grade party, they had changed locations to Maya’s apartment. Katy and Maya moved in with Shawn into a much nicer place about three blocks away from Riley and it seemed like the perfect location so Zay, Smackle, Farkle, Riley, Maya, and Lucas, along with the rest of the class of 2020, set up shop and got the party going.

Midnight was in exactly three minutes when Farkle found Riley on the roof of the apartment building. It was rare how bright the stars were shining that night.

She was leaning against the railing, head dreamily placed in the palm of her hand.

“Whatcha thinking about?” He asked as he mimicked her stance.

“Just how glad I am that this year is about to be over, and all of the possibilities that next year has to offer. 2018: the year of hope.”

He smiled warmly at her optimism, it had always been one of the many things he had loved about her. But up until recently, he thought it was all strictly platonic. But, when him and Smackle broke up a month and a half go, he began to realize that he had been lying to himself all along. It was never strictly platonic. It was hardly platonic period. Farkle hadn’t just loved Riley since the first grade, he had been in love with her since the first grade and he hadn’t been able to shake the realization since. Especially not with them being alone on this rooftop and her cheeks being as red as the day he first almost told her he loved her. It was all of the almosts that made him realize that it was more than friendly. Because friends don’t need almosts.

After a little bit of silence and a whole minute of the countdown gone, Riley asked, “What are your resolutions this year, Farkle? Now remember, nothing is too big.”

He looked at her and then he looked back up at the night sky. My resolution is to get the girl. “I don’t know. What’s yours?”

Nervousness suddenly washed over her as she looked down at her glove clad hands and then back up at him, “Promise not to laugh?”

“When have I ever laughed at you?”

“Almost everyday!” She joked, causing him to laugh out loud.

“Ok, ok I promise not to laugh. But hurry up, there’s only twenty seconds until midnight.”

Between the time it took for him to finish talking and for her to build the courage to speak, the time had dropped to ten seconds. They could faintly hear the countdown from their party downstairs.

She looked at her hands and whispered quietly, “I want to fall in love.”

Five seconds.

“What?” He couldn’t hear her above the countdown.

Two seconds.

“I want to fall in love!” she screamed giddily to the streets of New York City as the party downstairs and all across the east coast screamed “Happy New Year!”

With the new knowledge of her resolution, he didn’t waste another second.

I love you. He kissed her.

I know. She kissed him back. I love you more.


Riley and Farkle weren’t dating. Unless you call him giving her rides everyday, waiting for her at her locker, and sneaking kisses under the bleachers in between classes dating. Because if that what dating was, then they were definitely doing it, and had been for the entire second half of sophomore year, the whole summer, and the first few months of junior year. But they would go to the grave saying that nothing had changed. They even said so when Farkle showed up to school with a hickey peeking through the collar of his shirt after a long weekend. The same long weekend that Riley had told Maya she was busy the entire time of.

“Hey Farkle, what’s that on your neck?” Zay asked at lunch that fateful Tuesday back at school, trying to feign innocence.

Maya sat down next to Lucas and decided to join in on the phone, “Yeah, Minkus, what is it? Did you ‘fall’ again?”

However, Farkle didn’t back down easily, and he had been playing Maya and Zay’s games for a few years now, he was no Novice. “Actually, it is. In fact, it looks just like the bruises that were all over your neck freshman year right after you and Lucas had made it official. You must have ‘fallen’ a lot too. What a cowinky dink,” he finished as he took a bite into his apple, giving a smug look to Maya who just glared in response.

“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” Riley asked as she sat down, right next to Farkle of course. “Sorry I’m late, I had to stop by my physics class and ask a question. That class is so insanely difficult it’s driving me cra-” she halted as she saw the death stare Maya was giving Farkle, “What’s happening here?”

Without looking up from his casserole, Lucas nonchalantly explained, “Farkle and Maya are slut shaming each other.”

“Are you serious? That’s the third time this week!” Riley sighed annoyingly, hitting Farkle on the arm.

“Hey! It’s not my fault that your girlfriend keeps coming at my bruises. It’s not my fault that I uh, fall down a lot.”

Maya snickered from across the table, making Farkle snap his head back to her direction.

“What’s so funny, Hart?”

She laughed harder and then tried to calm herself down, “Woo, man,” she wiped tears from her eyes, “I just think it’s hilarious how easy it is for you to call Riley my girlfriend when I’m not even the one sleeping with her.”

Suddenly, the whole table turned to a ghost town aside from Maya’s uncontrollable cackling. Riley sunk her arms and Farkle’s ears, neck, and chest turned bright pink.

“Oh my,” Smackle squeaked from next to her boyfriend of three months, Zay.

Lucas wrapped his arm around Maya and looked at the group awkwardly, “Alright honey I think that’s our cue to leave. Bye everyone,” he said as he ushered a still laughing Maya away from the table, grabbing both of their trays in the process.

“Yeah uh, Iz I think we should head out too. You promised me you find that one book in the library, remember?” Zay said, very clearly trying to make a break for it in anyway he could.

“No, I have no memory of this.”

Zay opened his eyes wider, signaling urgency. Finally, Smackle caught on, “Oh yes. That book,” she fake remembered. “Let’s go,” and, with that, they ran off after Maya and Lucas.

It was quiet for a little bit, with Farkle trying to piece together what had just happened and Riley trying to find the courage to come out of the hiding place under her arms.

“Well. At least Maya and I won’t slut shame each other anymore?” He reasoned weakly, as he stared at his unfinished peanut butter and jelly.

Riley groaned.

“Hey, I mean, this isn’t that bad,” he continued, swiveling to face her this time, “I mean, it’s not like we were keeping it a secret or anything. Were we?”

Finally, Riley uncovered her face and looked at him tiredly, “I don’t know Farkle. I mean, we’ve been together but not together for like nine months now and we’ve never even talked about what we are or what we’re doing or where we’re going. What are the rules here?”

Farkle’s mouth was dry. He never brought up the talk because he didn’t want to scare her away. Neither of them had ever been good at relationships and now that he had her in his grasp, he didn’t want to lose it.

“I didn’t realize that there were supposed to be rules,” he trailed off.

Riley scoffed and gathered her things, trying not to let the tears fall in front of him, “Yeah well you also didn’t realize that all I want is to be your girlfriend. And they call you a genius.”

And then, it was just Farkle at the lunch table, and it was his turn to hide and groan.

+

Over the past nine months, Farkle’s bay window visits had grown substantially in frequency, but this time he was nervous. It probably had something to do with the fact that he hated himself for ruining the best thing that had ever happened to him, but he ignored that and tapped on the locked window. She must have known that he would try to stop by.

“Go away, Farkle,” he heard Riley snap, muffled slightly by the glass.

“Please, Riley, can we just talk about this? Unlock the window, please.”

He rested his head against the window in frustration and sighed, You really did it this time, Minkus.

And then suddenly, his head was no longer on the window, but inside of Riley’s room, landing with a thump.

“Sorry,” Riley apologized, completely deadpanned and full of zero remorse.

He climbed in and rubbed his forehead, “It’s fine. I deserved that.”

She had moved back to her bed and was facing the wall in front of her instead of him, clutching a pillow, “Yeah. You did.”

Farkle then noticed that the pillow had mascara stains on it and his heart sank so deeply.

“Riley, I know I handled this whole situation, you and me, the complete wrong way. I just, I don’t know what’s wrong with me sometimes. I just got so caught up in how great things were I forgot or didn’t realize how amazing things could be if we just talked about it. I was selfish. I didn’t want things to get ruined so I strung us both along for almost a year and I’m sorry. I understand if you never want to talk to me again but,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, I love you, “But, please just know that I would never want to hurt you.”

Her eyes broke away from the wall and turned to him. She saw how tired he looked and it had only been three and a half hours since they had last spoke. She knew she shouldn’t let him off that easily, but she also knew she wanted nothing more than to have him hold her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

“Farkle,” she began as she moved off of her bed and next to him, clutching his hand into hers. The bracelet she had given him had lost almost all of its integrity and color, but it was still seared into his skin. “You’re not selfish. I didn’t speak up either. But being scared isn’t an excuse, for either of us. So, right here, right now, we need honesty. One hundred percent, complete, and total honesty.”

He smiled at her, “I can do that.”

Placing her free hand over their conjoined ones, she whispered, “How do you feel about me? Am I just a nine month long booty call to you?”

He scoffed, “Of course not. Are you serious right now?

She looked incredibly serious.

“Oh my God you are serious. Alright, well. No. You’re not a booty call. You never have been and you never will be. You’re my best friend, and you’re also everything I’ve ever wanted or needed out of a partner, a teammate. Riley, you’re everything to me.”

“But you told Smackle that being a girlfriend and being a best friend are different,” she asked warily.

“With her, they were. Smackle and I never had what we have. We have,” he turned to face her and grabbed both of her hands, “We have history. We have a near life long bond. For us, being best friends and being more isn’t that far of a stretch. Name one thing that is noticeably different from before.”

Riley giggled and traced the bruise on his lower neck, “Well, this is certainly a new development.”

He laughed and grabbed the hand she was using to trace the bruise and brought it to his mouth, kissing it sweetly. “Besides that, nothing has changed. We are still us. Late night movie marathons, bagel runs, and mix cds, everything that we had is still what we have. And what we have is perfect.”

“But what is it that we have? Are we dating, are we friends with benefits? What is happening?”

He looked into her eyes deeper than he ever had before and drop his voice to a more serious tone, “What do you want?”

“I wasn’t lying when I made my resolution this year. I wanted to fall in love.”

The past tense stings, “Oh, well what do you want now.”
“I don’t want anything more. I already have you,” she pauses and smiles at him, “My resolution has been fulfilled.”

His heart stops and then starts going again at a mile a minute.

“Wait so does that mean that,” he was trying to stay calm but he couldn’t help the goofy smile breaking across his face.

“Yes. I love you, Farkle Minkus,” the goofy smile mirrored on her face as they giggled ridiculously.

“I love you too. So, so much,” he held his hands and kissed her knuckles again, “Since the first grade.”

She smiled back at him, “I can’t believe it took us ten years to get here, and the whole time we were right under each other’s noses.”

“I know, and now we’re dating,” he said with his smile wide and smug.

Her eyes widened with excitement and she squeezed his hands a little tighter, “We are?”

He laughed excitedly, “If you would do me the honors then yes, I would be honored to be your boyfriend. Beyond honored actually,” he paused, “I can’t think of a word that means more than honored right at this very moment, I’m a little flustered,” Riley laughed at that, “But yeah, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Riley cheered as she wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling him in for an embrace.

They stayed like that for a little while until Farkle started giggling.

“Why are you laughing?” Riley asked as she pulled back to look at him.

“I just think it’s funny that we did everything so out of order. We kissed, had,” his voice dropped to a whisper as a joke, “sex, and said I love you all before we started officially dating. Why are we like this?”

She laughed too, resting her head against his shoulder, “Oh well, I guess. Who cares. We’re together now,” she looked back up at him smiled.

He leaned down and rested his forehead on hers, “I’m never going to get tired of saying ‘I love you’ to you.”

Smiling and leaning in to kiss him, she hummed against his lips, “I’m never going to get tired of hearing it. I mean, it took you long enough.”

“That’s really rude, I’m fragile.”

“Whatever. Shut up and kiss me.”

“I mean, if you insist.”

Fanfic Rec List Pt. 3 (And still not done... )

Oh take me back to the start by @mimosaeyes

Each chapter is a stand alone one shot “Meet cute” AU and they are all just delightful! That initial moment of spark is such a huge part of what I love about stories so to have them all right at my fingertips like this is great when I want a nice pick me up! Many of the stories are Love Square but there are a few other pairings as well which I was also really excited about!

War of Attrition by AceGreyManx (don’t know tumblr url)

So this is a little one shot that I discovered… honestly I don’t know how, I think I was doing the thing where I just pick a random number between 1 and however many pages of fic there are for my fandom on AO3, go to that page and pick whichever story catches my attention on that page.

Anyways It’s very straightforward Ladynoir but we actually get to see Chat come out and step up to the plate when it comes to declaring his feelings for Ladybug and it is wonderful. You start off with this nice fluffy thing and end with a St. Crispin’s Day speech of Romantic confessions. Clocking in at less than 3k words there is no excuse not to read this one ^_~

Black Cats and Curtain Calls by @bullysquadess

This is probably the most self-indulgent of my fic recs and by an author who certainly doesn’t need my help being recognized. However as a musical theater nerd myself and someone who lived for both Highschool and Community theater productions when I was young I can’t NOT give a shout out to this beautiful universe. It really does a great job of capturing what the world of amature theater is like and the romance is cute and engaging, earning it a spot among my favorite fics.

Look at Me / Seeing Me by @raeryn  (or @adriennagreste on tumblr as well)

Two one shots telling the same story from each person’s POV.

;I just love this story- I must have read it a dozen times- because it isn’t focused on the reveal, it is focused on how the characters deal with it. It isn’t an instant change over to a happy couple, these are two kids who are trying to figure each other out and actually build a deeper relationship/friendship with the person they like and care for and it is such a refreshing thing to see.

Fermeture by Karmahope (not sure what tumblr url)

Ugh… this story just takes my heart and squeezes it like grapes only to put it back together again. It’s a delightful sort of melancholy angst focused on the idea that you don’t realize how much something is a part of your life until it is gone. A wonderful “post victory” oneshot

Consolation Prize by @mesozoic (I think the tumblr is the same as the AO3)

Oh my goodness I laughed SO hard while reading this. Between the fantastically hysterical awkwardness and the extremely unique styling (the author starts you in the middle of a conversation and it slowly gets revealed over the course of each chapter what happened, which makes the reveal of how they GOT there just delightful) this story is just such a fun change from what I expect in fanfiction. Its also nice to see these crazy messed up teenagers being just that.

Something in the Night by @konekat https://konekat.tumblr.com/

Another one that falls a little heavier on the angsty scale than I usually go for my favorites, this manages to keep my interest and handle a troupe I am usually personally not very big on- Chat and Ladybug being separated for years and Chat being bitter because of it- and make me engaged and excited for. They do a good job of skirting the line between putting the characters in a darker place without feeling like they are more OC than character (which is always my biggest concern with stories of this type) The writing itself is lovely which helps a lot, and they aren’t afraid to explore the characters flaws in a way that is very real and relatable. (Also for my NSFW fans the “missing scene” chapter (Burning in the Night) is definitely worth your time as well… hot… ::fans self::)

Back to Us by Darkreyna16  @insanitysscribblings on tumblr

As long as we are talking about the friends to strangers to enemies back to friends to lovers sagas I might as well round it out with the last one on my list (the first two being Something in the Night and Sealed Away)

Gonna warn you- this fic is a BEAST. There is a lot of content and a lot going on. However the story don’t get overly bogged down even with it’s complexity, and there are some wonderfully unique ideas and questions that get addressed in this story. This also has some of my favorite utilization of some of the minor/background characters. (Ivan! OMG BLESS!!!)  It’s nice to see a world where the classmates have also grown and developed alongside our core heroes.



For the COMPLETE Fic Rec List I have put a link on my main page! Just look at the top and click the button that says FIC REC LIST. 

All the works I have listed in parts 1-3 are up there and all subsequent fic rec updates will be going there as well! 

anonymous asked:

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE MUSICAL SUPPORT???

There’s a specific piano cue that is used in both the scene between Clarke and Bellamy at the beginning of 410 and the scene where Bellamy says “I couldn’t tell her I love her, even with the world ending”. 

Last season, this cue was often used at the mention of “hope” and can be heard in 302 when Lincoln uses the word while talking to Abby in Mount Weather as well as in 306 when Abby kisses Kane’s cheek and says “Let’s call it hope”. 

This theme is two notes, a descending major 3rd from an F# to a D. Now usually I wouldn’t assume that it’s intentional, but these two scenes are literally in the same episode and only an act apart. Tree doesn’t even change the pitches used between the two scenes, the actual notes are exactly the same.

You can hear it in the Bellarke theme from the season 3 soundtrack (skip to 2:53)

During the Bellarke scene at the beginning of the episode (3:09 and 3:27)

During the scene with Kane (skip to 3:44)

Now you could always make the argument that this cue is specific to Bellamy, but I personally like to think it might be a tiny clue hinting that Octavia isn’t necessarily the only one he hasn’t been able to tell he loves. Especially considering the “If I don’t see you again” in 406 hasn’t been addressed yet. It’s a small, but very deliberate placement of these two notes, and in a show where everything has thematic material (Tree even mentioned in an interview that he needs to organize everything into folders to keep track of it) I hardly think it’s a coincidence that this otherwise insignificant piano cue is present in both scenes.

(I hope this makes sense. It’s like…4 am right now)

  • Mahiru: Kuro, could you take out the trash?
  • Mahiru: KURO PUT SAKUYA DOWN

anonymous asked:

What do you think an anniversary with Shawn would be like while you guys are dating like maybe a 1year anniversary?

I think that Shawn would be a morning person, right? Going to the gym first thing and you’d be more of a night person. So on this day, Shawn would skip the gym and actually sleep long, so you didn’t have to get up early. And you’d actually get up early and make breakfast for the two of you to have in bed. You be all cuddled up, eating pancakes and fruit. Shawn would be holding a strawberry in his mouth and you’d take a bite of it while kissing him at the same time. He’d stroke your hair and plant tender kisses on your nose tip while holding you in his arms. “Do you even realize how much I adore waking up to your pretty face every morning?” he’d ask you, before kissing you. 

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My favourite Swedish podcasts

Podcasts are personally my absolute #1 learning resource. I do extensive listening (upper intermediate to advanced!) whenever I have to do one of my 20~30-minute walks. My main goal of doing this is to make understanding a foreign language a natural, effortless thing as well as finding holes in my vocabulary. Here is a list of my favourite podcasts in Swedish (that are still actively producing episodes)! I just turn on auto-download in my podcast app and consume them whenever I have time.

(Note: I’m linking to iTunes because it’s the most common way people get podcasts. I personally never use it, so rest assured you can get all of these elsewhere as well.)

  • P1 Dokumentär: half- to one-hour audio documentaries about social issues or personal stories / struggles in Sweden. Usually in the very standard “P1 Swedish”. Comes out irregularly but very frequently.
  • P3 Dokumentär: pretty much the same thing. I actually don’t know the difference between the nature of the two documentaries - I think this one is more current affairs-ish? Comes out weekly on Sundays.
  • Historiepodden: a long-running podcast with two dudes randomly chatting about historical and sometimes contemporary themes. Probably a good idea only if you’re interested in history - but ‘history’ here refers to a really wide range of events from ancient to recent history. One of them speaks in some sort of southern accent, which is good for training. Comes out weekly on Sundays, can be up to 1.5 hours long.
  • Allt du velat veta: as the name implies, it’s an hour-long podcast where experts in different fields teach you about really random topics from science to politics to Sherlock Holmes. As of the time of writing I’ve actually just discovered it through the latest episode about conlangs (of course), so I can’t make too much comments yet. Comes out weekly on Tuesdays.
  • Den svenska musikhistorien: my favourite, even though I just started listening! (What can I say, I’m a music student.) It’s relatively new podcast, each episode less than half an hour long, that discusses, well, Swedish music. It goes all the way from the Middle Ages to folk and pop; it’s currently still stuck in the 1800s though, having already surpassed the total planned number of episodes. Comes out mostly weekly on Wednesdays.
  • Fredagspodden: guilty pleasure?! I don’t even know why I used to listen to this myself - it’s simply girl’s chat for an hour, and I’m a dude…I was probably just looking for something that’s regularly released to listen to and couldn’t find anything better…anyway it’s released weekly on Fridays (as the name implies).

That’s it for now. I’ll update this if I find any gems, even though I think I’ve looked through many different podcasts. Or if you have a favourite, tell me as well! Happy listening and happy learning!

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[You text the wrong Jeon… multiple times]

{Adopted Series pt. 1 }

(You were trying to text your brother’s (Mingyu) best friend, Wonwoo but accidentally texted the golden maknae of BTS instead due to a number error and an odd coincidence of both of them having the same last name… huh.)

Sorry guys, this was supposed to be a two to three parter but I screwed up so here you go! (And I think BTS is actually in the Philippines right as I made this so yay!)

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- Disintegration, 2nd May 1989 -

And here we are. The masterpiece, The Cure’s opera magna, Disintegration. It’s quite a weird name for an album, if you think about it. I consider it a jump to another level, leaving behind Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me like a few years before they had left behind Pornography. Robert actually said that they did KMKMKM to reach a level that would have allowed them “to be listened to”, even with an album like DIsintegration. Because, let’s say it, this is not an easy listening; out of 12 songs, maybe two could make it to a radio station. But its beauty is that once you fully understand it, once it gets inside your heart, you’ll never be the same person again.
All the themes are very intimate; Robert proposed his ideas to the others already determined to make the album, with or without them… he really wanted to pour everything out, and this need shows a lot, seen how honest and passionate are the songs. He was going through a deep crysis, and it showed also later, during the Prayer Tour (listen to Faith from those concerts, the extra lyrics and his general attitude will leave you without words.).
A thing I absolutely love in all the songs is Robert’s  voice, because it shows how intensely he felt every word. In some songs it sounds so fragile, in others it explodes in frustration… in the previous albums he often played with it, but here it’s just the listener and the lyrics, with no tricks. Every song speaks to my soul in a language I never thought I could understand, and that makes me feel safe, in some ways. He just sounds so honest about what he’s singing about that the lyrics become even more transparent and true, almost in a scary way, Yep, it scares me to feel so naked, face to face with my inner self, but I think it’s also a positive thing, especially when you’re confused about what you feel.

The chords are surrounded by majestic synths, every note seems to resonate in space, cristalline and pure. The most evident example of this feeling is Plainsong, the opening track. The windchimes before the song are pure genius, they give me goosebumps every time, filling the listener with anticipation. Despite the very few lyrics, this song is poetry… Simon’s bass is almost singing here. It’s this song that builds in me the idea of an impetuous wind blowing through all the album, not only for the lyrics (“and the wind is blowing like it’s the end of the world, you said”), but for the general atmosphere of the song. In some ways the whole album is like a thunderstorm, that builds up with songs like Prayers For Rain, Fascination Street, and the astonishing title track, and fades away with Homesick and Untitled. It’s the final thunderstorm, another feature that contributes to make Disintegration an emotional masterpiece. 
I could write about this album for hours, I’m not joking. The famous South Park line “Disintegration is the best album ever!” couldn’t be more true, and still, there’s so much more than that. The only reason why it could’ve been defined as a “commercial suicide” is because it was being released after Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me, a totally different album. But this doesn’t mean Disintegration doesn’t have its big hits. Lovesong, that despite being the perfect lovesong fits perfecty in the general atmosphere of the album, and Pictures Of You, that as you might have noticed at this point, is (and will be) my favourite song EVER. For me it’s the enbodiment of three feelings at once: freedom, sadness, and happiness. (And also snow, a lot of snow!). 
Ok, this is getting way too long, I knew it… we’re all aware of huge singles like Lullaby and Lovesong. But I would love to just talk about the title track, Disintegration, it’s so powerful it really hurts. Robert pours everything out in this song, it’s like the ultimate rant before the disintegration of everything. All the album leaves you like everything disintegrated while listening to it… Untitled it’s a perfect frame for the sense of uncompleteness that fills you at the end of the story. Argh, this is getting so frustrating, I could fill PAGES about every single song on this album and I know I can’t…
Anyway. I must put this clear: this is definitely  NOT an easy listening. The first time I heard The Same Deep Water As You I stopped listening after the third minute, I found it almost boring. After the fourth listening, that song taught me what a good 9-minutes-song is. First listen to Lullaby, Lovesong, Pictures Of You, and I can assure you that when you’re ready to listen to it from start to finish you’ll know it deep down in your bones. At least, for me it’s been like that… I was completely lost and confused, and this album made me understand.

(If you want to open a discussion over it, feel free to send an ask ;))

@my vertically challenged trans brothers and nonbinary pals, I’ve got some nifty gear to show you.

How could I forget, I got these handy dandy mothersuckers in the mail last week and wanted to make a little post about them.

They’re inserts for your shoes solely for the purpose of making you taller! Listen, I’m like.. 5'3" maybe 5'4" if I really stand up straight and slouch 0%. Not a tall guy in the slighest, pretty small actually. It never use to bother me very much, but in the last few months to a year, with realizing I’m Not A Girl and becoming more hyper aware of how people view me, it’s become something of an issue. I’m 23, puberty was over a long time ago and even if I ever decide to go on T, I’m not getting any bigger.

A few months ago I came across a post on tumblr about height inserts and boy has it been on my mind ever since. So I did a little research. I got this pair through Sears’ online store, because apparently height inserts can’t be found in person in any store? I checked. If you know of any, feel free to add them to this post- I know not everyone can order things online. There were a few different brands and types, these were from a company called CE Compass Inc. The height is adjustable - it came with 3 different pieces for each foot, so I can basically be 1, 2, or 3 inches taller, depending on how many I put in. It’s probably not that exact, but pretty close. If you put in two levels, you really should be wearing high top shoes or boots or else your foot will be falling out. Anything more than 2 levels hasn’t worked out for me very well. But I can still get up to a solid 5'6".

I was nervous about getting them because the reviews were totally mixed. Some people said they were great, some said they were terribly uncomfortable, didn’t even work, didn’t fit in their shoes etc etc. But it cost me $7 bucks, so the risk wasn’t huge. They are SO COMFY. I was expecting to feel like I was walking on rocks, but they’re surprisingly squishy? Not quite like walking on clouds, but bearable. I walk fairly often, holding kids, pushing strollers. Sometimes I walk 1-2 miles straight. And I’ve had barely any issue so far. The more height you add, the more it’ll strain your feet and legs. I was able to go for a lengthy walk with 2 inserts added without getting uncomfortable until the end. I’d say if you think you’ll be walking a considerable amount, use less height to stay on the safe side. Or just take the extra inserts out if you get tired, since they can just slip right out.

The most important part, I actually ALMOST have some confidence for once 😮. I mean, I still haven’t had top surgery yet, and that’s going to be a complete game changer in the confidence region, but listen. Feeling taller feels so nice???? My girlfriend and I are the same height normally, being an inch or two taller than her is cute, walking by grown ass men in public and thinking “holy shit I’m taller than him” feels good, standing next to cis men I know personally and looking at them eye to eye, feels good. The top of my head actually meets the top of my fridge now. Even if there’s no one else around, I FEEL bigger. And especially on days when I’m feeling pretty down on myself and don’t think I’m “passing” well, the boost is such a relief.

So, if your height is an issue for you and you feel totally defeated that you aren’t going to grow anymore, I highly suggest something like this. It may not seem like much, I have to admit “1-2 added inches” didn’t sound very impressive to me at first. But the difference IS noticeable, to me at least. Hope this can help someone else out too!

unhappyhemmo  asked:

i was wondering the main differences between INTP (which the test gave me) and INFP because i've done a lot of research and i'm very much both???

Alrighty so I think I actually have 20 asks about this same topic. It’s time to do some explaining.

INTP vs INFP

*Quick summary at the ending*

So at first glance, the INTP and INFP are basically the same person. Both are intelligent, creative, and somewhat shy. They’re the quiet geniuses behind so many things in our society.

First thing’s first: Cognitive Functions. If you’ve been reading about MBTI for more than a day or two, you’ve probably seen all the little “Ni, Fe, Ti…” things, and, yes, that’s a key player here. 

INTPs have Ti > Ne > Si > Fe 

INFPs have Fi > Ne > Si > Te

If you have no idea what those are, please direct yourself here. 

Anyway, once you have a basic understanding of each cognitive function, you will realize Fi and Ti (the dominant functions of each type) are different because…well, one is thinking and one is feeling. But it’s surprisingly hard to differentiate between these when analyzing yourself and others. 

So how to tell the difference? Here we go.

Ti vs Fi

  • Users with Ti seek straight facts and logic for their internal thinking system, whereas Fi users seek “what is right” for themselves for their internal harmony (i.e. personal values). Ti users will likely be book worms and Wikipedia addicts whereas Fi users will be more into drawing and fiction (books, cartoons, movies). That’s not to say there’s no overlap, but picture the nerd in class who researches physics for fun vs the kid who’s always doodling cute cartoons and flowers.
  • Users with Ti will often be more apt to be “weird” in the eyes of society; they care little about social norms and will thus wear clothes that may not be popular or fashionable (or acceptable…I mean who else wears a neon mario shirt with olive green cargo pants?). Fi users will often have their own sort of personal style or fashion; they are nearly always the notorious “hipsters” or “emo kids” because of the dress styles they use. Other varieties exist, of course.
  • Ti users are logical and suck at emotional processing. Fi users are emotional and affectionate but may suck at explaining their feelings verbally, but they understand them perfectly. Ti users just…..don’t…..

How They Are Similar

  • So we established Ti vs Fi, so how are they similar? All the similarities are from Ne.
  • Ne makes both types creative and funny. Both like art and learning, videogames and books, and cartoons and movies. A lot.
  • But don’t get caught up here! Focus on the differences to differentiate.

Fe vs Te

  • There are the inferior functions of the two types, with Fe belonging to INTP and Te belonging to INFP. These are the “achilles heel” of the types; their ultimate weakness (Kryptonite!!)
  • INTP struggles with Fe in that they, like aforementioned, they are not super keen to social norms or what is socially acceptable. They are not very good at expressing emotion or feeling emotion except for in extreme outbursts. That’s not to say they cannot feel emotions, but they do have trouble with them. 
  • INFP struggles with Te in that they often stress out a LOT. And it’s often about their own character. When Fi, which makes personal values of the utmost importance, fails, Te overrides sometimes and “tells” the INFP that they’re a failure, that they can’t do anything right. 

So you have to ask yourself the question…which are you? Ne>Si as the interior functions make it hard to differentiate at times, so you have to take the most dramatic examples of each type–the stereotypes–and decide which you are most like. If you lean towards being the moody hipster who writes poetry and cries a lot, you’re likely an INFP. If you lean towards the kid who cannot stop playing League of Legends, cannot stop memeing, and cannot stop wearing the same Hogwarts/Mario shirt, then you’re likely an INTP. 

Fate. (Harrison Osterfield.)

Requested – Yes.

Prompt – Tom and you have been longtime Internet friends and Harrison has a crush on you but you and Harrison have never met. Tom starts thinking of ways to hook the two of you up.

Warning – Harrison feels.

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Isn’t it crazy how fate works in the most mysterious ways? Everything you do and say leads up to a moment in time that can make or break your life. Every person that you meet can lead to something significant such as meeting the love of your life. Do not take any moment for granted, live with it and see where it takes you even if it is negative. It’s meant to happen for a reason.

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