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Spotting an INTP Girl ...

If you can check off most of these, you might have found one:

Low maintenance haircut that is overdue for a trim, or pulled back
Low key makeup, or none
Understated or no jewelry
Glasses, usually, but not always
Shortish to medium fingernails
Flat shoes that are well-worn
Soft, pocketed pants or jeans that may need hemming
Comfy, machine-washable shirt
Detached from surroundings

Double match points:
Bag or backpack, not purse
Totally oblivious to your flirting

Quadruple match points:
A book on theoretical physics, quantum theory, or other high level education

Not trying to stereotype or offend. Just describing myself, and suspecting it applies to a good number of other INTP women. I can dress up, too, but this is the everyday for me.

anonymous asked:

Kat i just saw a post that said tae and hobi got yoongi a dead fish for his bday last year do you know if this is true or have a source for this?

http://www.vlive.tv/video/6257?channelCode=FE619

aslaslkmklsamsd oh god,,

and yoongi was like “eh i’m not looking forward to it idc” but when hoseok brought the box he got so excited 

but

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My OTP: Filling Pieces Low Top Sneakers

Zayn: Low Top Ghost Sneakers   (NYC, Jun 18 ‘17)
Liam: Filling Pieces x BNY Low Top Sneakers (NYC, Jun 21, ‘17)

Colour Soulmate AU - Jughead X OC

[A/N: Finally I’m back! However not with the stuff you wanted or asked for, I am a terrible writer. This is a little rough around the edges but hey-ho! 

Okay so this is going to be an anthology series of different pairings (any and all pairings) finding their soulmates and I’m going to be using a multitude of different soulmate tropes! Starting with the soulmate AU, I apologise that this is really wordy but I had to get in all the different elements of what a soulmate consists of. I also plan on probably keeping each post as a one-shot which is maybe a little mean but I kind of like how I ended this one, let me know what you think! Also American readers please excuse my English-isms.]

Word Count: 1895


The sleepy town of Riverdale was illuminated with lights and colours, Pop’s Chok-Lit-Shoppe flashed a warm neon red, reflecting against the hoods of the cars that sat parked outside in the cold dark chill. The words Twilight Drive-In sat prettily against a dark blue backdrop held above the rusting letters ‘Closing Soon’, the abandoned sign creaked under the pressure of a strong wind that struck it heavily. The large Town Hall stood proudly painted in the freshest of lemon colours, the shadows of the night illuminated the deceitful corruption that lay hidden behind the closed doors.

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| Of Lemongrass & French Vanilla | Chen X Reader AU | Oneshot |


Wolf!AU

Kim Jongdae X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Action, Thriller, Mystery

Warnings: Violence, Language, Attempted Murder, Mysterious/Protective/Sexy Kim Jongdae

Word Count: 7,938

Synopsis: “His brothers had told him that finding your mate was like finding a scent that sends you into a state of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Personally, he had hoped that for him, that scent was of lemongrass and french vanilla.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAUNA (@exosmutxoxo) I hope this story finds you well, and that you are surviving college! Sending you all my love and hope that your birthday was everything you hoped it would be~ It’s a slow burn, but I promise the story comes together in the end ;)


Damn it,” You hissed.


The clerk lady on the other side of the desk pressed her lips into a thin line. “I’m very sorry ma’am, but there was, in fact, a mix up with your luggage. We’ll do everything we can to locate which flight it’s with and return it to you as soon as we’re able.”


You tapped your foot on the ground in frustration. After sending the airport employee one last pleading glance, you hesitantly scooted out of line, allowing the mass of people behind you to try and resolve their own dilemmas.


Well, You stuck your hands into your pockets angrily, biting your lip with fervor. There’s nothing to be done about it now. At least I’ve still got my carry-on.


It was raining outside of the airport. Of course it was raining. After staying huddled underneath the awning for twenty minutes, you were finally able to hail a cab. You quickly flung yourself into the backseat, your damp hair clinging to your face.


“Where to, miss?” The driver asked.


“Oh, right,” You were a discombobulated mess, still disgruntled from getting the news that your luggage had been lost. You rummaged through your small carry-on backpack, pulling out a heap of crumpled, wet papers. After finding the one you’d been looking for, you squinted to make out the smeared ink. “Let’s see… 223 Cedarwood Plaza.”


The driver nodded to himself, redirecting his attention to the road and pulling out of the valet lot.


“Heading to Cedarwood University then, I presume?”


“Yes sir,” You struggled to get out of your wet jacket, cramped in the backseat. “Just got back from vacation. This’ll be my second year here.”


Wah,” The cab driver let out a huff in surprise. “That there is one of the most expensive private institutions in the country. Way up in the mountains, too.”


“It is. I like it though.” You hummed. “This year I was able to find a roommate online and share her apartment rent, so I won’t have to live on-campus.”


“Sounds like a good deal,” The driver took the exit off the main road, taking the one the lead upwards into the mountains, and away from the big city. “‘Hope it goes well for ya.”


“Thank you.” You nodded briskly in gratitude.


The ten minutes that remained on the trip up the mountain were spent in silence. It seemed as though everywhere you looked, there were seas of pine trees as far as the eye could see. You pulled your phone from your jacket pocket, wiping the excess water off the touchscreen. You unlocked it, immediately tapping the screen to check your messages.


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You bit the inside of your cheek.


She hasn’t responded to any of my texts since yesterday…


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Mistake|Silence

The shrill sound of the alarm clock jolts Derek from a deep sleep. His brain feels too big for his skull and his mouth tastes like old beer and ass and everything seems a little fuzzy around the edges - but not in a good way. He rolls out of bed anyways, he’s got 10 minutes to get to morning practice, and with a game tomorrow night, he can’t risk it without the threat of getting benched. 

So he brushes his teeth without really looking in the mirror, struggling to find clean underwear and sweatpants with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He spits in the sink while shoving his feet into a pair of sneakers, more than proud of himself for managing not to drip toothpaste foam all over his t-shirt. After throwing his bag over his shoulder he heads for the door. 

He has seven minutes to get to Faber. 

It takes him six, because there’s ice on the sidewalks and because he has to dig his beanie out of his bag while he’s walking. But he’s not late, and his ears aren’t freezing off, so all in all, it’s not a bad start to the morning.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! This may sounds weird but I just read your fic about Jughead leaving and the baby being there, I was wondering if you could maybe make a second one to it? Idk it seemed interesting but it's up to you

Okay! Part 1:https://bughead4days.tumblr.com/post/160933651976/hi-i-was-wondering-if-you-can-do-a-prompt-in-the !
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She’d been up all night, the bags under her eyes were a sure sign that she hadn’t gotten a second of sleep last night. A few of her regular customers regarded her with concerned glances which she quickly shook off, Simply stating

“My son had a nightmare, he’s only two so I had a hard time getting him to go back to bed, I’m really fine though. Thankyou!”

Hunter was perched on the counter beside her, scribbling in his coloring book, desperate to stay in the lines, no matter how difficult it was for his tiny little hands.

“You’re doing good baby, I love how you made the elephant purple.” Betty smiled encouragingly, as she tied a wedding bouquet with lace.

Hunter looked up and grinned a gummy smile, his teeth were finally starting to come in fully and he loved to show off the new additions.

The bell to the shop jingled and Betty looked up with a smile, her eyes instantly softening when she spotted one of her oldest friends.

“Kevin Keller, what on earth are you doing here? I thought you were spending spring break in the Bahamas?” Betty grinned, coming around the cabinet and wrapping her arms around the tall boy.

“Plans changed, apparently Joaquin has some business to attend to on the Southside.” He rolled his eyes “and Veronica may have texted me that a certain someone has decided to reappear” kevin placed an arm on Betty’s shoulder and squeezed

Betty sighed, slumping against the counter and glancing at Hunter

“I don’t know why he’s Back. I don’t know how to feel, part of me wishes he would just leave, Hunters is beginning to understand his surroundings and I don’t want him anymore confused. But then.. I’m happy he’s okay, I’m happy he’s here because that means he’s alive.. you know a little part of me always wondered… I don’t know.” She sighed miserably and Kevin nodded his head and walked over to the toddler, picking him up and dropping a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, no matter what, you have to remember, no matter what he’s done, he did give you this little guy. And that in itself is something to think about.”

Leave it to Kevin to play devils advocate.

Handing off the baby, Kevin smiled.
“Tonight Pop Tate’s? Let Alice have Hunter for the night, we’ll get the gang back together. Milkshakes and burgers? You could use some fattening up, you’re looking skinnier than ever.”

Betty laughed as Kevin lifted her top, tickling hunters toes.

“Its just all the running after this one, I hardly have time to eat.” She laughed, Walking Kevin to the door. “I’ll see you tonight, a night out sounds great.” Kevin kissed both Hunter and Betty on the cheeks before heading out the door with a dramatic wave.

“You’re uncle Kevin’s crazy.” Betty laughed, placing Hunter back on the counter.

“Crazy” the blue eyed little boy rolled his eyes, imitating his mother.

Betty narrowed her eyes playfully
“Now don’t you go copying me you silly little munchkin. Do as I say not as I do.” She tickled his ribs and smiled as he squealed in delight, the bells went off again and Betty turned around , figuring it was Kevin, she grabbed Hunter, her fingers still tickling as he laughed loudly

“Did you forget something?” She turned fully, her eyes going wide when she realized it wasn’t Kevin.

“Yeah. I did” Jughead Jones stated, his hair a mess and his flannel top unbuttoned slightly, revealing his tight white tank top underneath, she noticed he had matching bags under his eyes and his shoelaces were undone.

“What are you doing here?” Betty gripped Hunter protectively and he instantly tensed up, his eyes watering, the poor little boy always got stressed when his mother did.

“I needed to see you. I needed to see.. I just.. I have to explain.” Jughead mumbled, his eyes glued on hers, occasionally shifting to the little replica of himself

Betty turned her attention to Hunter
“It’s okay lovebug, mommies fine. Look.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and the little boy relaxed slightly, his fingers coming up to poke her tongue. Jughead watched the interaction his heart aching severely, he always knew Betty would make an amazing mother, he used to spend nights thinking about it.

Betty placed the little boy on the counter and held out a blue marker, lifting it over her head so he had to reach, casing Hunter to giggle and grab at it.

Betty walked towards Jughead, leading him away from their son and into a corner, still in sight of Hunter but far enough so he wouldn’t hear.

“I don’t want to hear your explanations, I told you before, we’re fine and we don’t need you. You don’t get to come in here after three years and act like you care. Okay, you’ve seen him, you know he exists now do what you do best. Run.” Betty crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes distant as she looked away from him.

“I didn’t know Betty, there’s so much you don’t know, so much I want to tell you. I didn’t want to leave you, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. But I had no choice, you have to understand, it wasn’t safe for you and especially since you were pregnant. I would have come back sooner if I had known, but I thought you would be better off without me.” His eyes were pleading and he reached his fingers out to cup her chin.

“You could have called. Sent a message. If you really cared, you would have found a way. You would have come back for me. But you didn’t. I raised him on my own, I still am.” Her lips trembled and he felt his heart pounding in his chest.

“I know I can never get back what I’ve lost, I know you can never forgive me but maybe if you let me explain, maybe you could understand?.” He asked, praying to whatever god was up there.

Betty took a deep breath, moving her face from his hand
“Okay.” She whispered.

Jugheads eyes widened and he felt the whispy felling of hope blooming in his stomach.
“Okay?” He asked

Betty nodded nervously
“You can meet me tonight at 6 at Pops, everyone else will be coming at 7 but if you wanna talk..” she trailed off and he nodded enthusiastically

“I’ll be there at 5.” He said determined, reminding her so much of their son.

“I said 6.” The tiny smile crept through slightly.

“I’ll be there at five” he said finally.

Suddenly a little hand was tugging at the light blue dress Betty had on, looking down she smiled and picked up Hunter

“What’s the matter baby?”

The little boy had his eyes locked on Jughead and Jughead wasn’t taking his eyes off of his son

“I say hello.” Hunter smiled, stumbling on the word hello.

Jughead looked to Betty for approval and she shrugged, giving him the go.

“Hi buddy, it’s nice to meet you.” He gripped the hand that the matching boy was holding out, revelling in the soft baby skin

“Nice to meet you.” Hunter mimicked, looking to his mother and grinning.

Jughead laughed, the toddler was smart and handsome and polite. His stomach hurt for a second as he thought of everything he had missed. But looking down at Betty and Hunter, he knew one thing for sure

He was getting his family back.

The Sun Will Set || Epilogue || BTS Gang AU ||

Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

A/N: This is… really the end you guys. I started TSWS in August of 2015, and this is the last update it will ever receive. Thanks to everyone who has been a part of this journey, and I encourage you to read my note at the end of the epilogue as well. Seriously, thank you so much. This story became more than I ever thought it would, and I feel so very bittersweet now that it’s truly over. 

~L

Summary: After a series of unfortunate events, you’ve found yourself under the care and protection of your city’s most notorious gang: BTS.

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Angst, Drama, and some Fluff (but mostly Angst)

Warnings: Themes and mentions of death, drowning

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue |



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MY ECCC MAGIC

Sorry for the late post. Lost my original post, so here is the do over of my thoughts and observations.

My first Con and honestly did not know what to expect. So glad I went and now can cross this off my bucket list. Almost did not make it as a 100’+ tree came down in my yard a few days before but I was determined and with a little luck, made it happen.

Much has already been said about the panel so I won’t rehash too much. The lines. OMG the lines. They were as terrible as everyone said, but in the end definitely worth it. A man next to me and all alone said he came for his wife who hated crowds. Ahhhh. He also came for the games at the con but still! I was impressed. The first pic shows the sea of people there. Unbelievable. It also shows my empty seat far right in the FIRST ROW!!! The second shows how close the first row was to the stage. Yeah I was star struck. Sam was very playful and his accent amazing, and the kilt twirl a er um…visual treat. Cait was all legs and more legs and beautiful skin. I found myself mesmerized by them and not even wanting to look at the large screens but to just watch them in person. Figured I could see the tape later but could never really look at them real time probably ever again. Unfortunately my iPhone pics are crap, but @sileas84 had some good pics. Many touching moments and then it was over too soon. I remember being surprised it was mainly made up of audience questions.

Then over to get my first photo which was with Sam. It was very disorganized, the lines were too long and it started to heat up with all the bodies. Fun talking in line with others and listening to the conversations of this diverse fandom. Yep some scary. Finally to the front of the line and a quick peek in the small mirror showed that the rain, the lines and now the heat had me looking my absolute best, but hey, it was only Sam! My first glimpse of him, he was wiping the sweat from his brow (hey I’ll throw that rag away for ya 😜). It was click, next, click thx you verra much and I was quite honestly a little speechless (so not me). He of course has a smile and a big hello for everyone. He was skinnier than I expected from his VF pic but honestly you just can’t imagine how handsome he is in person. Sucks the air right of out of ya. No lie. In my last 10 seconds with him, I thanked him for something and then remembered I had brought a gift. I tried to give it to him, but a handler whisked it and me away as I heard him say “for me?”. Smooth Perri. Not.

Then off to stand in line again for pic with both Sam and Cait. More conversations with new friends in line and lots of positive reinforcement that I am not nearly the most crazy fan out there. Seriously. My girlfriend was with me in all three pics, but in this next one, I did not get to say anything to Cait as I was next to Sam and she was next to Cait (ok yeah I told her where to stand). Again very rushed, but Sam makes a point to say to me “thank you for the gift”. I fell over that he remembered it was me and that he had not said thank you before I was pushed out for the next person. It was genuine and I was impressed. I looked to see if the gift was still there in that area (I had put it in a distinct blk/wh polka dot nylon bag) and not seeing it, I asked the handler who said it had already been taken upstairs. Not sure what that means exactly…

Back in more lines for last pic with Cait only. Feet are screaming at me by now. But heck, now I get to meet Cait! I have to tell you I was not prepared. Guys I was gobsmacked by the man that is Sam Heughan, but I was blown away by the devine human being that is Caitriona Balfe. She is charming, engaging, warm, friendly and immediately puts you at ease not to mention drop dead gorgeous. What a treat. Who could not love and admire her. In my 5 seconds with her I think I thanked her for a bunch of stuff that I hope made sense and then she said she liked my bag. That jogged my memory to tell her that I had left a gift for her in an identical blk/wh polka dot bag earlier with Sam and to look for the bag that matched her socks (she must like polka dots) and again I was sent on my way.

All in all the photo ops were worth the wait to meet SC up close but I was oh so glad my autograph session was the next day as I am sure my dogs would not have survived another 69-90 min line. All I could focus on was getting to my room and the bottle of wine we had the forethought to have waiting for us.

Then time to go meet the other ladies from Tumblr and swap stories and down a few margaritas. What a hoot! This by far was one of the highlights of the trip. To finally meet some of you was very special for me. Having only found your blogs about 10 months ago, I felt kind of like an outsider going in but your warm reception touched me greatly. You guys are the best and we can never underestimate what we have here. I hope we can meet again someday and can be joined by others that missed this current meeting. As Val offered her place in NY, Christine hers in Hawaii, I offer mine in the wine country of Sonoma CA for a future get together or anyone that is here for a visit. Muah my lovelies.

Next morning off to more lines to get my autographs. This time I notice a couple of chairs inside the room, so I ask if I could sit down there until my spot in line gets to the front, and to my shock they said yes! Of course, it was 12’ away from Sam and for 30-45 mins I had the absolute pleasure of watching Sam be gracious and charming with each and every one of his fans. What a treat that seat was! Then it was my turn and Cait was first up. I had a few moments to chat with her and to my surprise actually got tongue tied a bit. She was beyond gracious and then they moved me along to Sam. I remember his hair still looked wet… oh sorry. When I figured out how to make words come out of my mouth again, I asked if he would sign in a darker color than Cait did and would he also write my name and showed him how it was spelled. Of course his handler said “No names, signatures only”. Whatever. So I thanked him again for his portrayal of JAMMF and for his charity work and told him I was a first time peaker. Then he reached out to shake my hand in goodbye and said “thank you Perri”. What??? He just said my name. Yeah I heard him. Ok now I am dead. I literally floated out of there, forgetting my backpack on the chair and my girlfriend is laughing at my obvious fangirling. But I didn’t care. Nope. Nada. Not one iota because I got to meet and talk to Sam Heughan and Caitriona Balfe! Later that night, to my absolute delight I see that he did slip my name in there! Sometimes he just does what he wants. Ahhhh.

So that is my story. I am so glad I went and I have two big takeaways from this experience.
1. What we have here with each other is special and if we ever get the opportunity to meet with one another, we gotta make it happen. I will treasure always my time with you ladies. I love you 😘
2. I now feel differently about Sam and Cait. Before they were the wonderful stars of my favorite TV program. But now, now they are very special human beings to me and I feel very protective of them. It is hard to explain. Much more than just stars of the program who do wonderful charity work. Now they are multidimensional x 1000 and so deserving of respect and space to live their lives. Interestingly, I do not even feel I need anything further from them. I don’t need to now where they are or what they are doing. Meeting them and talking with them albeit briefly, changed my perspective somewhat. I know what I saw and I know what I felt. I am of course interested if they want to share, but most of all I want to give them their space and hope that all their dreams and aspirations come true. We always comment that all of their friends have nothing but good things to say about them and know I know why. Because they really are all that and more.

PS. If I ever figure out if they actually received the gift I’ll let you know because I said it was from all of us. 😘