look at the entire stack

call no man happy - 2

Mo Guan Shan watched as the parchment rolled up like a scroll and vanished . No shit - vanished. He must have had a stupid look on his face because the other man laughed.

“Alright, what now?”

Mo Guan Shan raised his eyebrows, puzzled.

“I have to go to work.”

“Oh, that’s right. You work at a bank or something.”

“Library.”

“Whatever.”

“Right. I have to go. So…”

He Tian grabbed a backpack Mo Guan Shan hadn’t noticed before from the ground next to the couch and swung it over his shoulder.

“Let’s go, then.”

“Do you want me to drop you off somewhere? I guess you could stay here…”

The man laughed again and said, “I’m coming with you.”

“Coming with me… to my job?”

“No, we’re going to fuckin’ Disney World. Yes, to your job.”

“I don’t think I can just take you with me.”

“Sure you can. What are they going to do, kick me out of the bank?”

“Library.”

“What. Ever.”

“Seriously, it’s not ‘bring your crazy person to work’ day, I can’t take you with me.”

He Tian sighed.

“Calm down, George McFly, I’m going to be working there as an intern. You get to teach me all about the glamorous world of whatever it is that you do.”

“I work in a fucking library!”

“Wow, hostile.”

Mo Guan Shan checked the time.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

“Lead the way, bossman.”

-

Mo Guan Shan fumbled with his keys pressing the unlock button halfway through the parking lot. The car chirped and lights flashed. He Tian groaned but Mo Guan Shan held up a hand to quiet him.

“Do you have a car?”

“No.”

“Then don’t even fucking start.”

“At least let me drive.”

“Why… would I ever do that?”

“Because-” He held his hand out for the keys, “-if you drive, we’re going to be late and I want to make a good impression on my first day. Don’t you trust me?”

“No!”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because I’ve known you for less than an hour and you’re clearly insane.”

“And yet…”

Fuck.

And yet, here he was.

Because he’d apparently lost his fucking mind, he handed over the keys.

“Alright, asshole, get us there in seven minutes and i’ll buy you lunch.”

“Make it a drink and we’ve got a deal.”

“Six minutes.”

Sans seatbelt, He Tian threw the car into reverse and stomped the accelerator, burning rubber - read: fucking up his tires- out of the spot. He cranked the wheel to the right, shifting to drive and peeling out of the lot.

Mo Guan Shan started to give him directions, but the man shushed him.

“I know this city better than you.”

Weaving in and out of morning traffic, getting them a fair amount of honks and verbal abuse, He Tian reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a phone with a sparkly pink case.

“You have a phone.” Mo Guan Shan stated, stupidly.

He Tian cocked an eyebrow, turning to look at him and nearly side swiping a Prius.

“Yes.”

“They have phones… where you’re from?”

“Hell? Of course, who do you think invented roaming charges and limited data plans?”

Mo Guan Shan gaped at him and He Tian rolled his eyes theatrically.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m kidding. You really need to get the stick out of your ass or you’re really going to hate me.”

“I kind of already hate you.”

“See, that’s the stick talking.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Not quite.”

-

Five minutes later they pulled into the library’s parking lot.

“Told ya we’d make it.”

“Yeah, and we almost died like ten times.”

“Key word- almost.”

They got out of the car and He Tian tossed his keys back. Closing in on the building, Mo Guan Shan found himself getting nervous.

“So, you said you’re going to be interning here?” He asked, holding the door open for He Tian and following him through it.

“That’s the plan. On your recommendation, no less.”

“Whoa, what?”

“Yeah, they think we’re friends or something.”

“No one is ever going to believe that.”

“I’m just telling you what my caseworker told me.”

“And who’s your caseworker?”

He Tian chuckled.

“Why? You gonna call and complain?”

They stopped in front of the door to the library and Mo Guan Shan turned to look at him.

“Any way I can trust you act like a decent person here? I don’t need to get fired today.”

“I’m not a person.”

“Dude.”

“I’m on my best behavior.”

“That doesn’t comfort me.”

He Tian shrugged, smirking, and pulled the door open. Mo Guan Shan grabbed his badge from behind the counter and clocked in. Right on time.

Being summer, the place was all but deserted. He Tian followed Mo Guan Shan to the small breakroom, looking around at the not entirely unimpressive stacks as they went.

It wasn’t so much a break room as it was a corner of the room mostly blocked off with a table and some chairs. Very fancy.

Jian Yi looked up from his phone when he heard them, ready to say something, but froze when he saw He Tian. Yeah, Mo Guan Shan wanted to say, try waking up to him on your couch.

Jian Yi recovered quickly, standing up and extending his arm for a handshake.

“You must be the new intern. He Tian, right?”

“Right.”

“Cool, well I didn’t knew you were coming until this morning so I have nothing for you to do. Just follow Mo Guan Shan around and shelve books, I guess. ”

The phone rang and Jian Yi promptly sat back down, motioning for Mo Guan Shan to go answer it. He turned to He Tian, but he’d wandered away to paw through the books to shelve. Jian Yi looked pointedly at He Tian and back, raising his eyebrows questioningly at Mo Guan Shan. Unsure of what silent gesture could use to explain the situation, turned and walked off.

-

After about a minute, Jian Yi said, “So, you’re Mo Guan Shan’s friend?”

“Yep.”

“He hasn’t told me about you.”

“Funny, he hasn’t told me about you either.”

Jian Yi looked slightly put out by that, but continued.

“When did you two meet?”

“A few days ago.”

“Where?”

“A bar downtown.”

“…You met Mo Guan Shan at a bar?”

“Sure did. We hit it off right away.”

Jian Yi looked skeptical.

“I have a hard time believing that.”

“Rude.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, you’re just not exactly his type.”

“Because I’m so far out of his league?”

“Because you’re a dude.”

“That’s never stopped me before.”

“You also seem like kind of a dick.”

“I grow on people. Like a fungus, or a parasite.”

“What’s this about parasites?” Mo Guan Shan .asked, coming around the corner.

“He Tian was just telling me how you two met.” Jian Yi explained.

Mo Guan Shan turned on He Tian. He’s not THAT crazy, right?

“What?!”

“It’s ok,” Jian Yi assured him, “I’m not entirely surprised.”

Again, “What?!”

Taking pity on him, He Tian said “I was telling him about the bar the other night.”

Mo Guan Shan glared at him like maybe if he does it hard enough he’ll evaporate.

“Yeah. That.”

“What did you think I meant?” Jian Yi asked, puzzled.

He Tian winked at him and Jian Yi laughed. Fucking spectacular.

“If you two are done gossiping…”

Jian Yi rolled his eyes, patting his pockets and picking his phone up off the table.

“Fine. Be boring. I’m going to go get some lunch, you guys want pizza?”

They decided on cheese because Jian Yi is picky and He Tian wanted mushrooms which is a punishable offense in and of itself. They watched him leave and Mo Guan Shan looked through the cart of books, deciding where to start.

He pulled his headphones from his pocket and began to untangle them. After half a minute of struggling, He Tian snatched them away, straightening them out in five fucking seconds and handing them back. Mo Guan Shan raised his eyebrows, more impressed by that than anything of the other weird things he’d done so far.

He plugged them into his phone, putting one in picking some music. He Tian followed him while he returned the books to their shelves, but made no attempt to help.

“Your friend seems nice.”

“Jian Yi? Yeah, he’s cool. I’ve known him and his boyfriend since we were kids. Fuck you very much for that, by the way.”

“For what?”

“What do you mean for what? For telling him we met in a fucking bar. He’s already jumped to conclusions here.”

“And what conclusion is that?”

“That we… you know.”

“Fucked?” He Tian asked. Mo Guan Shan felt himself flush, glad he was facing away.

“Yes.”

“Oh, God forbid.”

“Are you gay?” Mo Guan Shan asked before he could stop himself, knowing that was incredibly rude. He Tian was quiet for long enough, Mo Guan Shan wondered if he’d heard him.

“I like pretty, fun, people. I couldn’t care less what body parts they do or don’t have.”

Mo Guan Shan nodded, liking the simplicity of that, but unsure of that to say. Thankfully, they lapsed into silence. A few minutes later, Mo Guan Shan was reaching for a shelf just an inch out of his reach. Annoyed, he looked around for the step stool, but He Tian took the book from him.

“Here?” he asked. Mo Guan Shan nodded, thanking him. They made it to the religion section, He Tian staring as his phone, Mo Guan Shan froze, spinning around suddenly.

“Metatron.”

“…What?”

“That’s the tattoo on your neck. Metatron’s cube.”

He Tian smiled, eyebrows raised. He pulled the collar of his shirt down an inch, revealing the top of a circle with a symbol he couldn’t make out.

“Good eye. I have all the archangels seals as well.” He said, drawing a line from his throat to his pelvis.

“That… is actually pretty awesome.”

“I can show you later, if you want.” He Tian said, looking slightly smug.

“Yeah, sure.”

Mo Guan Shan turned back to the books and He Tian to his phone.

“Why do you know about that?”

“Theology has always been an interest of mine. I know that probably sounds ridiculous to you.”

“You think that sounds ridiculous to me? Of all people?”

“I thought you weren’t a person.”

“Fuck you.”

-

Jian Yi eventually made it back with the pizza and they ate quickly.

“We should go out for drinks after work.” Jian Yi suggested. “I want you to mean Zhan Zhengxi.”

“Jian Yi-” Mo Guan Shan started.

“Sounds good to me,” He Tian said, cutting him off. “He owes me a drink for getting us here on time.”

Jian Yi smiled, pulling his phone from his pocket, probably to text Zhan Zhengxi.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Mo Guan Shan asked.

“I really am.”

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eruri of the month

may 2017. theme: daddy

“Commander Smith?” A timid voice called from behind the office door.
“It’s open,” Levi called back. After a moment of no response, Levi sighed, setting down the papers he was working on and heading to the door.
He opened it to see a cadet, hands full of unopened letters. Her eyes widened in surprise when she realized who was in front of her.
“Oh!” she squeaked, “Captain Levi, Sir!” She reflexively moved her hands, probably trying to salute, but quickly changed her course when the stack of letters began to wobble dangerously. Levi only quirked an eyebrow at her as she righted the papers and herself, growing more flustered by the second.
“These, um - mail! For Commander Smith,” she said nervously.
“Inside,” said Levi, turning to hold the door open for her as she made her way to the desk. Erwin was so involved with his paperwork that he hadn’t looked up the entire time, but when the cadet set her stack down on the incoming mail tray, he made sure to give her a smile and thanks.
Looking flustered, she mumbled something and left the room quickly, no doubt embarrassed by everything that had occurred. Levi shut the door behind her, attention on Erwin. It was only mid-morning but already he looked tired, lethargy in his movements as he reached for the next paper in the pile.
Levi returned to his seat, working in silence to help Erwin finish up his endless paperwork. Frowning as he worked, Levi remembers how foolishly an hour ago he had hoped that they would be finished in time to take a nice break together in the afternoon.
Levi sighs internally, reaching for the next paper in the pile and slicing it open before reading the return address. He unfolded what turned out to be a personal letter from Nile Dawk.
“Oi, Erwin,” Levi said, pulling the commander from his intense focus, “Read this one.” Levi plopped the letter down on top of whatever Erwin was working on, moving himself over Erwin’s shoulder to get a better view.
Erwin read quickly through the letter, smiling softly by the end. “They named their son after me, and Mike,” Erwin said tenderly. He pointed to a spot on the page where Levi saw Erwin Michael Dawk.
“Better than Nile Jr.,” Levi deadpanned and Erwin laughed a little.
“Their eldest is already Nile Jr.,” Erwin smiled up at him, “and they have a daughter, Rosie.”
As Levi took in Erwin’s gentle expression, something occurred to him. “You want children?” he blurted out, surprised.
Erwin’s smile faltered infinitesimally, and he looked back to the letter. Levi spent the next few seconds trying to figure out how to bring the mood back up before Erwin spoke.
“I love children. My father was a school teacher, and he often spoke of how inspiring the kids were. He believed in the promise of a new generation and sought to encourage their success through education. I believe in his dream as well, but instead of teaching children how to read and write, I teach them to fight and to die.”
Levi watched Erwin closely, allowing him a moment of frustration before laying his hand gently on his lover’s shoulder. Erwin placed his hand over Levi’s, much bigger but just as calloused. Erwin squeezed Levi’s hand once before turning to look up at him, a new passion in his eyes.
“In another life, I might have children. But here, now.. protecting the lives of those already living is more important than me personally adding to the population.”
Levi imagined Erwin with a son as beautiful as his father. Looking away, he said softly, “In another life, we still couldn’t get pregnant.”
Erwin called Levi’s name gently, standing to bring himself closer. Erwin placed a hand on Levi’s cheek, guiding his face back to meet eyes. “We can adopt,” Erwin smiled, “I wouldn’t want to raise children with anyone else.”
Levi blushed slightly, wanting to turn away again but deciding to lean up and kiss Erwin on the lips instead. Levi felt Erwin’s smile, and Erwin chased his lips when he pulled away a moment later. Levi rested his head on Erwin’s broad chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and Erwin held him back, a soothing hand running through his hair.
Despite his lack of offspring, Levi thought Erwin seemed happy in this moment. Content, together. Levi allowed himself a tight squeeze before pulling away, moving back to his chair with all the dry paperwork waiting to be unfolded and read. Levi looked over at Erwin from across the desk to find Erwin looking back at him, a tender smile still on his face. Erwin’s eyes were still tired, but lighter now. Levi sent a genuine smile back at him before digging into the work pile.
As he settled into the sounds of gliding pens and shifting papers, Levi promised himself that he would see that smile again later that evening, right before trying very enthusiastically to get Erwin not pregnant.

seasons-of-stories  asked:

I've been trying to figure whether I'm an ENFP or an ESFJ. My primary issue with figuring this out is not knowing where my Si is stacked. I don't think it's strong enough to be my auxiliary function because I'm prone to forgetfulness when it comes to small but important tasks like taking out the trash on time, and yet I can remember exactly how long it's been since I've been to the Museum of Natural History. I don't think it's strong enough to be auxiliary nor is it weak enough to be inferior.

You should be looking at the entire functional stack and how it works in each type, rather than focusing on a single cognitive function. =)

Ne/Te loops are very different from Fe/Ne loops.

Ne-dom is very different from tert-Ne.

Fi-aux is very different from Fe-dom.

Te-tert is very different from inferior Ti.

ESFJs tend to share all their feelings as they arise and have no problem with confrontation on an emotional level; when asked, they can assemble and share their feelings in ways everyone else can understand (Fe). They ask, “What do I think and how can I communicate it?” Si/Ne typically does not actively participate in extended conversations that revolve entirely around abstract concepts (how long would you discuss the question, “What is truth? Have we invented it? Does culture shape it? If culture does not exist, does truth exist? Can truth remain a truth when no one is there to acknowledge it as truth? By that reasoning, does truth even exist or only exist because we make it true, by embracing it AS truth and acknowledging its existence?” – there’s some Ne-dom for ya) and prefer instead to get back to the real world (how relevant is this topic and what can I do with it?). EXFJs do not feel good detaching from the people they care about in order to analyze or make a decision motivated entirely through rationality at the cost of ethics (inferior Ti).

ENFPs tend to hide their feelings behind sarcasm, deflecting humor and jokes to avoid trying to assemble abstract feelings into words (Fi). They ask, “What do I want and how do I get it?” Ne loves abstract conversations and pursues them without bounds; to the extent their beliefs can often be self-contradicting, changeable, prone to extreme shifts in opinion within relatively short amounts of time, and inconsistent. I have seen Ne-doms/auxes contradict themselves within 3 paragraphs. I have seen them start an argument on one side of an issue only to turn around and argue the opposite viewpoint, because their brain cannot run a single argument at a time – it has to throw up an alternate to compete with their attention. Te is “get it done, and get it done NOW.” This means the ENFP can be bossy, forceful, and not really care how others feel (Fi) so long as the job is done in such a way that meets their own expectations and standards. Inferior Si is a pain in the butt; it’s forgetting details or being tired when asked to deal with details, it is semi-oblivious to your own bodily needs, and prone to hypochondriac behaviors (oh, I have a stomach ache… I’m going to die of stomach cancer, and this is the first step! Oh, God!! I’m DYING… no, Ne-dom, and stop your hyperbole, for crying out loud!).

Whenever I have a (frequent) bout of Ne-dom doubt about my type and wonder about Fe, I just remember the awkward, blunt, inconsiderate statements my Te made throughout my childhood, teen years and young adult years and cringe. Higher Fe can often figure out how to say things in a nice way. Lower Te tends to slap you across the face with a two-x-four and then go… oops. Blunt.

- ENFP Mod

PS: I should also add that ENFPs joke about things that most Fe-doms find incredibly insensitive and insulting. Fe-doms do not appreciate the ENFP’s flippancy and carelessness when it comes to serious topics being turned into a sarcastic crack.

[Femslash February]: Aquarium

how about a short little AU just to shake things up a bit?


Day 12: Aquarium (Alyanette + AU)

Words: 1797

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She could see her through the aquarium in her office. 

Apparently, all the interns had to take the desk for a couple of hours everyday, never mind how impressive their portfolios were. Marinette could accept that. Today a designing internship. Tomorrow a scholarship to ESMOD. Day after that, her very own label. She could suck up taking desk calls, staring at spreadsheets, sending emails, and following the heels of her idols for the summer. 

Besides. The view wasn’t half bad.

She checked the directory outside two mornings ago and found out that the office across from theirs was an online magazine. If she peeked around all the Rosy Barbs and Angelfish meandering around the long aquarium tank stretching along the wall right across from Marinette’s desk, she occasionally saw people bustling by with manuscripts and cover proofs. But that wasn’t even the best part. 

By far the most interesting about the office was the beautiful girl who worked the front desk. 

They looked to be about the same age, so Marinette assumed she was also an intern. She spent her days staying at her desk – probably sending emails and working on projects – and only leaving to run off to meetings or go to lunch. Marinette honestly didn’t mean to stare, but sometimes there was nothing to do at her desk other than wait for the phone to ring. Her eyes would drift up and see that gorgeous girl, hair piled up charmingly on the top of her head, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose every few minutes, and yawning in front of her computer screen while she multitasked on her cellphone. 

Marinette really wanted to ask her out to lunch, but she could never catch her outside the office. She sometimes meandered around the elevator during her lunch hour in the hopes that the girl would come out at the same time so that she could strike up a conversation, but their schedules never melded. Marinette tried to do the same at the end of the work day, but one of them was always staying late and finishing projects. All she had was her view through the aquarium tank. 

One of the models who worked for the label, Adrien, was about the only person who stopped by her desk everyday to have lunch with her and ask her about her day. It didn’t take him long to pick up on Marinette’s little hobby. He stopped by her desk one morning and poked her in the cheek when he caught her staring through the tank again. “You know, you could just make an excuse to go over there and talk to her.”

Marinette snorted. “And say what? ‘Hi, I’m Marinette, I think you’re cute and I’ve been creepily staring at you for the past two weeks. Wanna get coffee?’”

“What’s wrong with that?”

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Patrick Kane, Make-A-Wish - Lauren (x)

for @hockeyeurs​ <3

The Rebound

Description: Lin engages in a brief tryst after her break-up with Tenzin. 

Rating: T+ 

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Author’s Note: I started this to answer the question “who is Lin’s fuck buddy?” and to examine the type of scenario in which she might find herself after her long term relationship has ended. This is dedicated to Amira for keeping me motivated! Thank you!! 

Story: 

Lin narrowed her eyes at the man standing before her. His name was Kazuo, a potential representative of the Fire Nation in Republic City campaigning for a seat on the Council. He looked every inch a politician; broad shouldered, chiseled jaw, and thick hair that never seemed out of place. He was a charmer in both looks and personality, but his perfect grin wasn’t gaining much traction with Republic City’s Chief of Police. She crossed her arms and looked him over, trying to figure out what this young upstart was playing at. He’d asked her about food. What she liked, what she didn’t. His aim was no doubt political, but he was asking a suspicious amount of personal questions.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: lily and james have a fight so lily goes to marlene's place and james ends up at the front door in the middle of the night

The house was dark. Street lamps buzzed quietly against the autumn chill, tingeing the air around them a dim orange. 

The cement of Marlene’s doorstep was cold too. James sat resolutely with his back to the door, wand twirling idly between his fingers. Some portion of him was keeping track of the time, watching as the moon rose and fell, but he stayed huddled in his spot, eyes closed behind his glasses.

Can’t we go home now, love? he’d ask if Lily were in front of him. Hasn’t this war taken enough away from us already? 

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