minimum contacts

Surround yourself with positive people and try to have minimum contact with negative people. The more you surround yourself with positive people; it will help you to see best in yourself and others. Negative people will just make you more depress and you won’t be able to appreciate the things that you already have.

You are not going to screw this up.  You’ve repeated it to yourself so many times that you need it to be true.  You are ready to go to Elsewhere University.

You know more than a lot of other people going in–that’s your first advantage.  You’ve heard all the tales of people making foolish bargains, taking something that they thought was powerful but ended up being worthless, being trapped by a law they didn’t research carefully enough.  You know better than that; you’ll read all bargains you’re offered thrice over and all you offer thrice that. (Three is a powerful number; you’re not sure if that matters here, but it almost certainly won’t hurt.)

You stay away from the more obviously targeted majors.  Math is generally considered safe, second only to those of engineering.  It is generally accepted that math is boring and stodgy and not poetic enough to draw Their attention.  Personally, you’ve never understood this view; abstract math describes hidden gardens that are not only impossible but unimaginable, which is what originally drew you to it, and you had thought more of Them would be drawn in as well.  Either way, math students tend to be further away from the Gentry, so it should be wonderfully safe.

There is of course a minimum of contact, but you’re prepared for that as well.  You know not be caught looking (or perhaps more accurately Looking) at beings with numbers of arms, legs, or eyes other than two.  You know not to wander too conspicuously after dusk (although that’s just asking for trouble no matter where you are, if the wrong sort of person notices).  You leave out generous offerings of heavy cream, but not so generous that it draws attention.  And, of course, you wear iron, clearly visible, a neat chain bracelet on your wrist.

And if anyone notices the faint burns from where the bracelet slips over the edge of your sleeve–well, you’ll just say they’re from silver sulfide.


❝ Happy Anniversary ❞

Plot: When you’re tired of distance so decide to make a surprise, for your anniversary, at your boyfriend Yoongi, who’s on tour in America. 

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Fluff

For @ fatimaloveskpop, I hope you like it cutie! -M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! 

When he told you that for your anniversary he would be in another country, the discouragement had taken over. It was your second anniversary and the first one you two had passed in the same way, away from each other.  

You faked a smile during the call, reassuring him it wasn’t a problem. He already had too many worries, you didn’t want to give him any more problems to think about.  

The news had arrived a couple of days before and only then you realized that you wouldn’t waste another second away from him.  

You were packing when the ringing of your phone scared you, but you immediately ran to fetch it from the counter of the kitchen. His name was blinking on the screen and feeling incredibly guilty, you let the voicemail start. If you had spoken to him, you were sure, you would not contain joy, and you would have revealed your secret.  

Your suitcase was waiting for you and so was your boyfriend on the other side of the world, completely unaware that that anniversary would be completely different. 

~ ~

“Y/N, why does your anniversary fall just tomorrow? Tomorrow? Chicago scares me…. it’s so BIG. ” You murmured looking around, immersed in the chaos of the airport; “And if I lose in the crowd..? No, Y/N. You can do it, you need him, everything else is completely irrelevant. ” You added, giving you a little pat on your shoulder as an encouragement.  

If the airport was crowded, the streets outside of it were even worse. You lifted your gaze, trying to overstay the crowd before you, but without being able to locate a taxi. Your only possible means of transport was practically unattainable.  

“And now what I do……” The sadness was evident in your voice, so you sat on your suitcase and waited for the crowd to disappear; “Sooner or later will have to do it.. Everyone will get a cab and they’re going to disappear, yes, of course. " 

The phone in your pocket began, for the umpteenth time, to ring but you ignored it completely, and biting your bottom lip you started to feel the guilt increase more and more.  

Your surprise was more important, he could endure your silence for a few more hours.  

~ ~

*Yoongi’s pov*  

"Fuck” Yoongi blurted throwing his phone on the bed totally annoyed, having to hold back from composing her number again to have a minimum contact with her.  

It was two days that she didn’t answer and he began, in addition to anger, to prove a sense of concern that didn’t suit him.  

“Still does not answer you, Hyung?”  

“I start to be tired of this. If she’s upset because I can’t be there tomorrow, it’s not my fucking fault.”  

“Maybe she’s busy with work..” Hoseok proposed, trying to calm his own hyung; “You said she had an important project to present next week, right?”  

“They moved it and she took some days off.”  

At the Yoongi’s answer, Hoseok found himself to be silent because he had no plausible excuse for the behavior of Y/N. Perhaps something happened, but he preferred to keep that thought for himself. He didn’t want to worry Yoongi more than he was already.  

“Let’s go for a walk Hyung!” The others are in the hotel’s playroom. “  

"You go, I don’t want to.” He whispered turning his back on his friend, who disheartened gave him a slight pat on his shoulder and walked out of the room. Yoongi began to observe the sky outside the window.  

It was changing color, becoming more and more dark, fading those few excerpts of light left by the sun now gone to rest for that day. The nth day without her and it was something that really started to weigh him.  

For this, he had always tried not to bind himself sentimentally to anyone. He knew it would be difficult, especially for someone like him who always forgets to answer messages or phone calls.  

But with her everything was different, he felt the desperate need to be part of her life and had, immediately, learn to live with the sense of abandonment that inundated his chest every time he had to “abandon her” because of his work.  

The gaze slipped him on the package, perfectly wrapped, on the room table and smiled slightly. He would have given her anniversary gift as soon as they would have been together but seeing it was almost a warning of his continual absences.  

And that thought began to make him doubt that perhaps she had begun to be tired of being his girlfriend.  

~ ~

Being on a soft and comfortable bed was the first real joy of that infernal day. Now it was nine o'clock in the evening and the fatigue was your best friend at the time.  

You would have wanted to take a shower but your eyes shut you up again before you could say “get up and go to the bathroom”.  

The alarm clock started playing at six in the morning, habits because of your work, but the night had been profitable and you felt totally rested.  

You took your time to get ready because you didn’t want to look like a zombie that morning, trying to ignore the jet lag that hammered your head with an annoying and continuous pain.  

The only one who was aware of your presence in Chicago was Sejin, who had managed to find a room in the same hotel where they were staying. You would give him everything to repay him for his kindness.  

“Alright y/n, you seem acceptable,” You said to the reflection in his mirror, finishing to retouch the Peach lipstick on your soft lips. You just walked away, observing how the blouse fell perfectly on your curves and the jeans bandaged your legs. Yes, you were fully satisfied with your look. 

Your destination was the building where you knew they would have held a couple of interviews, always merit of Sejin who had given you all the program of those days, because you would never be presented to the concert that evening. You could bear to be seen by some interviewer and people from the crew, but thousands of fans were another thing.  

You came out of the bathroom, slipping your phone in the back pocket of your jeans,  putting on the leather jacket you gave Yoongi for your birthday and leaving your hair loose, which soft caressed your shoulders.  

Your mission was about to begin and you could no longer contain the emotion that you felt at the idea of being able to finally see him again after weeks of distance.  

~ ~

The peculiarity of Sejin was that with his height hid you completely. You had reached him almost half an hour and you had spent those thirty minutes hidden behind him, waiting for the boys to come out of the room where they were holding the interview.  

You were so proud of them and what they had reached that you almost felt like a proud mom, even if you were only one year older than three-quarters of them.  

“I tell you he’s not in a good mood, Y/N.”  

“W-What?” You stuttered looking at his shoulders; “In what sense?”  

“You haven’t answered him for more than three days, how do you think he’s..?" 


You’d be forgiven, but that wasn’t the moment for guilt.  

Finally, their voices echoed in the hallway and the agitation flowed through your veins faster than the blood.  

“PDnim! Only RapMon Hyung spoke but I think it went well! ” Exclaimed an enthusiastic Jungkook, making you smile slightly.  

“You were great guys. Yoongi-ssi? ”  Sejin called him and you could imagine your boyfriend raising his gaze slightly confused, without understanding why he had been called.  

“A fan of yours has left a gift for yo–don’t complain, guys, this is a special gift.” He silenced immediately the others who had already begun to grumble by complaining, while you could see the shadow of someone who was approaching your “cover”.  

“What a gift, PDnim..?”  

Without leaving Sejin the time to answer, you protruded your hand, where you kept the box with his anniversary gift. A duplicate of your house key and a ring that you had engraved with the date of the day you were met.  

You remained hidden, leaving only the hand in beautiful sight. Your laughter threatened to ruin that moment, but you could remain silent.  

“What the hell..” Murmured in chorus those you recognized as Hoseok, Seokjin, and Jimin, while you felt the box was taken and the silence came from Yoongi.  

“What is it, Hyung??”  Namjoon asked, while always thanks to their shadows on the walls you understood that everyone was in circles around him.  

“A key and a ring.. What the hell of gift is th–”  

“Hyung, are you okay..?” Jimin soft voice came perfectly to your ears as you started to worry because you didn’t understand if his reaction would be positive or negative.  

“There is an engraved date.. It’s the day I met Y/N. ”  

“Because you should remember the day you met the most obnoxious woman in the world. ” You murmured, finally coming out of the open and taking a few steps on the side, finally free from the protection of Sejin.  

Seven shocked glances rested on you, but the most upset were just Yoongi’s one. The others began to smile but he couldn’t even move and you started to think that maybe didn’t answer to him had been a mistake.  


“Yes.. In short, I know that your work is important, but I wanted to spend at least a few minutes with you for our anniversary. I swear I’m going back to the hotel and waiting for you to finish the concert, I swear. Sorry if I didn’t answer.. But if I had spoken to you I would have told everything, you know I cannot keep secrets.. Y-Yoongi you could say so–”  

He didn’t let you finish the phrase because you were already into his arms, your face was hidden against his chest and his heart was beating so fast that you could feel the sound perfectly.  

“You are the best gift ever, Y/N.” He whispered into your ear; the voice slightly trembling, while his arms squeezed you with more strength.  

You smiled and went straight to resting your arms on his hips, braiding your hands behind his back and letting yourself be lulled by that hug that was really worth more than a thousand gifts.  

“Sorry if I didn’t answer Yoongi..”  

“It doesn’t matter. You got me mad, but now that you’re here, it’s no longer important. ”  

“Happy anniversary, Yoongi.”  

“I love you, Y/N. Happy anniversary, baby.”  

If NCT Dream had Snapchat


  • has an incredibly long list of contacts
  • he has streaks with more than half of them
  • also has the highest snapscore among the dreamies
  • posts song recommendations on his story
  • records songs for his streaks daily
  • one time threatened to block Donghyuck but he didn’t believe him, so Mark actually blocked him until he was forced to unblock and add again
  • the first to greet contacts happy birthday and wouldn’t even need to refer to the ‘🎂’ that indicates someone’s birthday


  • posts wips / progress videos on his story
  • same with his streaks
  • always says good morning / good afternoon / good night in his streaks
  • doodles moomin on his snaps with different colors
  • plays with filters but never actually takes pictures with them
  • geofilters are his fave
  • never clears cache but always wonders why he has no space


  • expect lots of videos of him just using different kinds of filters with no context
  • “the flower crown filter is back!” “they replaced the cat filter with a different one…” “i miss the bee filter!”
  • sends pictures of animals he sees, especially if they’re cats or dogs
  • rarely posts on his story unless it’s a selfie of him and another dreamie
  • or if it’s a video of him approaching a cat on the street just to pet it
  • once in a blue moon he gets someone to record him playing the latest cover he learned on the guitar


  • tries to surpass mark’s snapscore
  • gets angry if mark is #1 on his best friends list but he’s not #1 on mark’s
  • very sneaky with taking snaps, has lots of blackmail material saved in his memories and sometimes even posts it on his story
  • screenshots everything
  • sometimes records videos of himself throwing shade late at night to post on his story
  • gives everyone in his contacts a minimum of 5 emojis in their name
  • turns his wifi off after loading peoples stories to view them without having it say he’s seen it


  • sends pictures of his face all the time, but it doesn’t always mean they’re flattering
  • zooms in on his face a lot when taking pics
  • or takes selfies in weird angles
  • doesn’t caption his streaks so don’t be surprised if you get a snap that’s literally just a close up of his smile with no context
  • daily vlogs on his snap story
  • spends a good 2 hours browsing all of snapchat’s featured stories
  • sends those “tap and hold to share with a friend!” to every friend. wants everyone to feel loved
  • loves making stickers of literally everything but never deletes any of them, even if he has better versions etc
  • takes 483828 years to find a sticker he wants to use


  • rip headphone users
  • likes to go on the map and browses stories from all over the world
  • uses 58388328 stickers on his snaps
  • has 8483838282929 stickers of all his friends
  • uses the voice filters all the time
  • repeatedly calls for the attention of other people just so he can try out weird filters on them
  • has a “segment” for his snapchat story where he records videos of him messing with either renjun, jisung, or both
  • changes the color of his texts so it always ends up neon


  • is That Person who sends really plain streaks
  • either a blank screen with “s” scribbled on it or a picture of his shoes 
  • puts a '✔️’ before the contact name of everyone he has a streak with
  • if he takes a picture of himself he’ll usually scribble out his face
  • only time there are snaps on his story is when others like Chenle or Donghyuck steal his phone and take random pics
  • secretly rewatches friends’ stories
  • you’d expect him to post vids of him dancing on his story but nope. rely on the other dreamie stories for that quality content
  • That Person who has a bitmoji that looks NOTHING like them

anonymous asked:

The question about minimum human contact made me wonder if a person could suffer any of the effects if they saw people outside of their cell /constantly/ but was never interacted with. even with an animal(s), plenty of room to move, entertainment like books and things, decent or even high quality necessities (food, drink, bathroom, etc), but no one talking to them even even though (they think) they can be seen and heard by all people outside.

They would definitely suffer the effects of solitary confinement.

It’s a question of when. The factors you mention might delay the onset of symptoms for a few days (at best) but…it’s not getting rid of the cause.

Perhaps there are some real statistical outliers who wouldn’t show any severe effects for as long as a month. But I’d expect most people in the circumstances you describe to start showing some sort of symptoms within two weeks, more likely within a week. Probably starting with depression.

The saying that a gilded cage is still a cage: that’s true. There isn’t really a substitute for human interaction. The antidote to loneliness is company not amenities.

I think the character you have, locked away in their lovely tower, would probably envy the people they see outside. If they talk to them and the people outside don’t respond they would feel rejected, ignored, cast aside. I think that would feed depression, feelings of helplessness and possibly rage. It would exacerbate the symptoms of solitary confinement.

A person in the conditions you describe would suffer.


They would probably suffer severe effects in the long term (months to years) if they could interact in meaningful ways with the people outside.

Being confined is not good for human beings. Being isolated is extremely bad for human beings.

Your scenario is extremely damaging. Your character would manifest the symptoms of severe solitary confinement. Depression, helplessness, self harm, suicidal thoughts, aggression and hallucinations are all possible. There are also physical symptoms which include headaches, joint pain, insomnia and heart problems.

I suggest taking a look at Shalev’s Sourcebook on Solitary Confinement, particularly the second chapter which deals with symptoms. Read a few of the survivors’ accounts, look at the symptoms Shalev lists and how common they are percentage wise. Decide based on that and what works for your character which symptoms they’d manifest. I would suggest a minimum of three severe symptoms, though what these are may change over time.

Keep in mind that if the character becomes suicidal all those luxuries in their tower can probably be used as weapons. As with the ask about a character kept in solitary save for gladiatorial fights, this character would be at high risk of self harm and suicide because they are surrounded by things they could use.

If they have no prospect of escape, no chance of release, no rescue coming and no cause they’re locked up for then I think this character would try to kill themselves and I think that they would probably eventually be successful.

From the sound of your story that’s probably not what you want to hear. I’d suggest drastically reducing the time the character is held, something in the range of 1-3 months would be survivable. There would still be serious long term consequences for the character in that time range and they would still manifest severe symptoms.

I hope that helps.



Plot: You and Yoongi are best friends for years but now you’ve to leave for studies. Italy, your biggest dream. What’ll happen to your friendship with him once you’re gone?  

Pt 1; Pt 2; Pt 3; Pt 4; Pt 5; Pt 6; Pt 7; Pt 8; Pt 9; Pt 10; Pt 11

I hope you like it cuties! - M.

P.S. The texts are settled after the reader’s decision to stay in Italy.

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For the umpteenth time, your mind had begun to space, your gaze fixed on a point not precise on the wall and Luca’s voice in the background. You could hear him, despite not paying attention to what he was saying. 

But your mind kept repeating as if it were a broken disc, the images of the night before. 

Images that you would have liked to forget, pictures that.. No, you couldn’t lie to yourself. Those hours hidden beneath the sheets along with him, your naked bodies after making love, his gaze wandering on your skin illuminated by the dim light that came from outside the window. Every single fragment of those seconds, those minutes, those hours spent with him was like a stab at the heart.


Luca’s voice brought you down, again, from the clouds and you cleared your throat, hoping that he would not care too much about your lack of attention.
His fingers brushed the back of your hand, resting on the table not too far from his and at that simple touch you slightly jolted, slipping your hand below the table above your legs.
It had been like a discharge of electricity, his fingers onto your skin. But it was wrong, you felt it wrong. 

And at the same instant, the feeling of his hands upon you made you blush slightly, forcing to lower your gaze on the plate in front of you. You would have wanted, at least for a few moments, to be free of those thoughts that were torturing you for hours and almost hunted you like a hunter does with his prey.
And you were. A prey of your own emotions, of your own mistakes. 

"Y/N, what happened? You’re weird.. " 

"I’m just tired, I’m studying a lot.” You murmured by shrugging your shoulders, lifting your gaze towards him; “Maybe I should have stayed at home to rest..”

“Oh.. Or maybe you’re bored?? " 

The truth was, yes, you were slightly bored. Luca was a good guy, kind and nice; But you couldn’t really concentrate on him that night.
Yet his gaze, the way he looked at you, the way in which he sought your attention, the way in which he tried to touch your arm or to seek a minimum contact, everything had made you understand what was the truth behind his actions. 

He liked you and this was nothing but add more fogginess in your mind. Because you could have given him a chance, he was a good guy and if your insight was accurate, time could have made you grow feelings for him.
But on the other side, there was something stronger, more intense and concrete that prevented you from really letting you go.
And his name was Min Yoongi.

"No, Luca.. Really, I’m just tired. " 

"All right, let’s go home but..” He interrupted while you got up from the table, lowering your gaze to meet his eyes. And there it is, that feeble light of hope that shone in his eyes. You knew what would happen and would have preferred to hide rather than reject him. 

“Y/N.. Maybe you already figured it out, but.. I really like you. and.. you probably don’t feel the same, but I want to try.. I want to try to make you fall in love with me.. I know I can do that. " 

He was fast, shaky and incredibly tender while babbled those words out of his mouth, but you couldn’t feel anything. Just sadness because you knew that what you were going to say would only hurt his heart. 

You sat down again, moving the chair to him and gently grabbed his hand among yours, without ever distracting your gaze from his. 

"Luca.. I don’t feel the same for you, but.. I can’t make this to you.. Because I believe that.. " 

"Ah.. There’s someone else. " 

And that phrase struck you with fury, while your heart lost a few beats in letting the consciousness take hold in your mind.
All your doubts completely erased, because your heart had already answered that question even before you could do it with words.
With a little nod, you gave him his answer and he lowered his head, maybe trying to hide the dejection on those precise features. 

Without saying anything else you both rose from your chairs and walked out of the restaurant, while you tried to tight the grasp on the jacket you wore, feeling a shiver running along your back. And that jacket smelled of him, of home, and your stomach squeezed at the memory of when he gave it to you, even though it was his favorite. 

"I guess that’s your friend." 

You jumped to his assertion, without giving him an answer but keeping to walk towards your apartment. You didn’t want to admit it aloud, you were too scared.

"I don’t think you went to say goodbye to the airport. Have you two fought?? " 

A little bitter smile drew on your lips to the memory of your awakening, of the conversation that you should not hear, to the feeling of treason that you had experienced into your veins, realizing his motives to do what he had done.

"Such a thing.. And he’ll be busy because of the work, so.. I don’t think we’ll fix it soon. And then I don’t even think he has feelings for me. " 

Luca at your side nodded and surrounded your shoulders with his arm, taking you totally by surprise but you were too cold to refuse the warmth that his body emanated beside yours. 

"Don’t worry… I just want to keep you warm. I understand it when it’s a lost cause in the beginning. " 

"Thank you Luca.. For understanding, it really matters to me. ” You whispered, relieved that your “refusal” had not created a wall between you. You had to live with him all year round, you couldn’t afford tension at home.
He made a mess with your hair, smiling kindly to you despite that smile did not reach his eyes. They were turned off, disappointed and you were the cause. 

“Don’t worry too much, really." 

The cold air will run over you soon after, so both of you were shaking because and the cold air forced you two to run the last meters to be able to put you in the shelter in your small but warm apartment. 

You let him precede you and take the elevator, along with two ladies who lived on your own floor. You needed five minutes alone, five minutes to really understand what your heart in turmoil was trying to say you.
You wanted to go home. Search him, set the things off and tell him what you felt. You did not even mind if he did not feel the same feelings, bottling the emotions had never been your forte unlike his. 

But you hated him on the other side. You hated him for using you and you hated yourself for how easy has been to give in on him. You kept repeating, "He just fucked you because he hoped you’d come home with him, that he was the reason to come back,” provoking you a constant gagging of nausea. 

The sound of your phone made you jump and you checked the name on the display, sighing slightly and sliding your digit on the screen to accept the call. 


"Noona, what the heck happened with Yoongi Hyung?" 

You sighed, not knowing what to say and being certain that Yoongi at that time was still on the direct plane to Seoul. What could Taehyung refer to with that phrase? 

"What do you mean??" 

"He sent us a message saying he has been a total asshole and he would return to Daegu instead of land in Seoul. He says he needs a few days for himself. ” The voice on the other side of the phone was clearly worried but you could not tell what had happened to Taehyung. It would have only fed the still smoldering coals of the fire that had flared into the boy against his Hyung a few weeks earlier. 

“We fought, maybe it’s for that.. Now I have to go, okay? I love you Tae. " 

Before he could answer, you would hang up the call and throw the phone into your bag. The concern for Yoongi was instantaneous because you knew him too much and knew what happened every time the frustration wrapped him in the corner. 

But you? You had refused his wanting to speak, but he had hurt you deeply. What would you have done now that you knew what feelings were on your side? The choice was simple. Or follow him or stay in Italy, finishing your studies and purchasing your own dream. 

And as much as your desire to go home was so much, you would not have put your life and dreams after him. You had just chosen yourself beyond him, knowing that it was the only and best solution that you had ever taken.

What happened to MJ? -A Spider-Man: Homecoming fic

Hey! So this is my first Spider-man: Homecoming fanfic! Please give me feedback!

Genderfluid!Michelle Jones
Trans!Peter Parker


MJ tells their parents how they feel (genderfluid) and they think it’s because MJ hangs out with Peter too much.


MJ’s life at home isn’t great
They try their best to act like it isn’t happening.
MJ doesn’t like spending time at home that’s why they joined the decathlon team and why they stay in detention.

Ever since MJ was small they never understood why they felt the way they did.
One day when they were around 9, they asked their mom “Momma, am I a girl or a boy?” MJ’s mom told them they are a girl.
“Yes, but momma I don’t always feel like a girl.” MJ replied. Turning around, their mom replied angrily “Michelle, you are a girl and you always will be. Who put this nonsense in your head?”

MJ said nothing and just left quietly apologizing.

At night MJ heard their parents talking. “It’s that kid’s fault. You know, the one I told you not to let her play with? What’s wrong with them anyways? Thinking that it’s okay to change a little girl’s gender? Peter was born a girl, and now our little girl is going to end up like that.” Their mom said.
“Okay, okay we’ll just tell May and Ben that Michelle can’t play with Peter anymore because the kid’s a bad influence. Okay?” MJ’s dad said.

MJ’s mom huffed away in annoyance.

That might MJ cried themselves to sleep.

In the morning, when they MJ’s mom arrived at school their mom told them “You aren’t allowed to speak or play with Peter anymore. She’s a bad influence on you.”

The next day she saw Peter at school.

“Hey Pete.” MJ said as they wiped away tears from their puffy red eyes from crying trying to appear like nothing happened.

“MJ what’s wrong?” Peter asked as he hugged them tightly.

MJ looked around the hall to see if anyone was near. “Mom said I can’t play or talk to you anymore b-because-” and burst out crying because they couldn’t imagine life without their best friend.
Peter just held MJ not demanding and explanation.

The next day MJ’s mom demanded that they wouldn’t be in the same class that year.
At home their MJ’s parents enrolled her in etiquette and ballroom dance classes that would make her more “girly”. Slowly and slowly MJ isolated themselves at school more and more feeling like no one cared since they were miserable at home. MJ didn’t like any of the girls that their parents approved of for them to play with. They dedicated themselves to school and reading which was what they liked but didn’t make any friends on their own because they were scared that once again their parents would take them away.

Years passed and MJ was now 14.

By now MJ knows what the feelings mean.
They know that they are genderfluid (they would sometimes feel like a girl, sometimes like a boy and other times like neither) and they were pansexual.
Not that they would tell their parents. MJ knew that it would only end in a huge fight. So by now MJ did excellent in school, joined decathlon and stayed after school in detention. When MJ would get home, they’d go straight to their room and make bare minimum of contact with their parents. MJ did well in school and they they left MJ alone. MJ’s mom stopped trying to make MJ “girly” after they turned 13. They wouldn’t dictate the way they would dress or who they’d talk to because in their parent’s words, MJ was “becoming a woman and needed her own privacy.” The agreement was to get good grades and they wouldn’t have to take etiquette classes anymore but would still have to take ballroom dance because it “makes a girl graceful”.

MJ had slowly spent time working up the courage to talk to Peter again because although they talked during decathlon, MJ was scared that maybe Peter was angry with them or that they’d end up hurting his feelings again.

MJ noticed when Peter became Spider-Man (because they were a very observant person) but would never tell anyone and just kept it to themselves. And that same year they slowly, slowly started to talk again. Now that MJ was captain of the decathlon team, they would get to talk more right?

*Let me know if there should be a part two!* Tags: @i-larb-you
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Fandom: The Walking Dead
Reader x Carl Grimes
Warning: Makeout session (if that even counts)

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Dear Team Beard,

Nice try. Your attempt at casual fan photo of the happy duo. While they are conveniently separated from the crowd. Clearly meant to be seen.

Looks wholly and completely unnatural with the minimum amount of body contact required to make them sort of but not really look like a couple. More like strangers that have absolutely no intimate knowledge of one another.

It doesn’t sell because there’s no chemistry. No respect. No love. But I will give you a C for effort.

anonymous asked:

How would a child react to isolation confinement that was intermittent? Confined to their room with the bare minimum of contact at birth until school starts, then sent to school, but as soon as they return the containment is resumed? How might their condition worsen during, say, summers and school vacations, and how long would it take for that spike to even back out once school resumes? What if they were ignored by their peers at school, or bullied? Would teachers pick up on this?

Is this about Megamind by any chance? Because damn does that movie get the effects of isolation wrong.

Realistically, I’m not sure a child raised with minimal contact would be able to go to a non-specialist school.

Isolation is severely damaging for adults and the data we have suggests it is more damaging for teenagers. We don’t have data for young children in isolation; we have a handful of cases. And we know that young children, toddlers and pre-school age, learn from social interaction. Not just interacting but observing interactions.

Without that…….a child might not know how to function in society at all. A school setting- suddenly going from no contact to all of these kids running around it would be frightening, overwhelming and completely outside the child’s experience. They would probably not respond well.

Panic attacks, trying to run away and violence are all reasonable possibilities. As is locking themselves in a closet and crying and rocking back and forth.

I don’t think a child who consistently reacted to a school setting this way would be allowed in a mainstream school.

And well once that’s established everything else in the setting falls apart. The child can’t attend school, so questions of weekends and school holidays, bullying and relationships with teachers become…moot.

There are children raised in prisons and internment camps. But they aren’t raised in isolation. They’re kept with their mothers, and usually the children of other prisoners.

This is far from a positive environment for a child but it’s also much less damaging then the scenario you’re suggesting.

These children are often excluded from school, not due to behaviour problems but because their parents are imprisoned. Which traps them in a cycle of poverty and depravation but doesn’t…take away their basic ability to interact with others.

A child in the circumstances you describe might have trouble with language, with anything more stimulating than the room they were raised in, with sensory overload and well a host of other things. They would probably already be suffering from depression, hallucinations and self harming behaviours by the time they were school age.

And I’m….honestly not sure if they would ever recover.

They would probably be institutionalised for the rest of their life.


anonymous asked:

What do you love the most about Rey? And what do you like the most about Kylo?


I love that she’s allowed to act childish and a bit immature but is not infantilized, nor reduced to that (she also proves to be wise and mature in other aspects); that her femininity is not stressed by her clothing or demeanor and is never sexualized (in fact, her gender is narratively as well as visually almost irrelevant); that the fact that she’s an orphaned scavenger isn’t just a cool background that is quickly forgotten once she starts her hero’s journey, but is integral to her characterization, like an ingrained mentality. Like, she eats shamelessly fast and has zero table manners because she’s so used to starve; she doesn’t sit and wait to be rescued because she learned that nobody came back for her; she isn’t a stranger to trading her sense of justice for things that benefit her (see: she was more than ready to sell bb-8 for food), but ultimately, it’s her pride that protects her from selling herself; she knows when to run and when to attack due to probably countless brawls with other scavengers; (most of) her skills as a pilot/mechanic are consistent with the way she made a living on Jakku; stealing things and making them work for her is how she survives and that’s exactly what she does to Kylo’s mind powers—she scavenges them. She’s like a leech, observing and absorbing everything without filters, because that’s exactly what you do if nobody is actually teaching you anything. 

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Message to pass on...With Congress Threatening Trump’s Campaign Goals, Which Won Him The Election, Here’s How to Fix Congress!!!

Forward this email to a minimum of 20 people, and to ask each of those to do likewise.

In three days, most people in the United States will have the message. This clearly is an amazing idea that should be passed around. Stand by for the push back from “The Swamp.”

Let’s see if these idiots understand what people pressure is all about.

Salary of retired US Presidents .… . .. .…. . $180,000 FOR LIFE.

Salary of House/Senate members .… . .… . $174,000 FOR LIFE.

This is stupid

Salary of Speaker of the House .… . .… . . $223,500 FOR LIFE.

This is really stupid

Salary of Majority / Minority Leaders …… . . $193,400 FOR LIFE.


Average Salary of a teacher …… . .… …. .$40,065

Average Salary of a deployed Soldier …… .. $38,000

Warren Buffett, in a recent interview with CNBC, offers one of the best quotes about the debt ceiling:

“I could end the deficit in five minutes,” he told CNBC. “You just pass a law that says that anytime there is a deficit of more than 3% of GDP, all sitting members of Congress are ineligible for re-election”.

The 26th Amendment (granting the right to vote for 18 year-olds ) took only three months and eight days to be ratified! Why? Simple! The people demanded it. That was in 1971 - before computers, e-mail, cell phones, etc.

Of the 27 amendments to the Constitution, seven (7) took one (1) year or less to become the law of the land - all because of public pressure.

Forward this email to a minimum of twenty people on your address list; in turn ask each of those to do likewise.

In three days, most people in The United States of America will have the message. This is one idea that really should be passed around.

Here’s where the cuts should be made:

Congressional Reform Act of 2017 1. No Tenure/No Pension. A Congressman/woman collects a salary while in office and receives no pay when they’re out of office.

  1. Congress (past, present, & future) participates in Social Security. - All funds in the Congressional retirement fund move to the Social Security system immediately. All future funds flow into the Social Security system, and Congress participates with the American people. It may not be used for any other purpose.

  2. Congress can purchase their own retirement plan, just as all Americans do.

  3. Congress will no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Congressional pay will rise by the lower of CPI or 3%.

  4. Congress loses their current health care system and participates in the same health care system as the American people.

  5. Congress must equally abide by all laws they impose on the American people.

  6. All contracts with past and present Congressmen/women are void effective 3/1/17. The American people did not make this contract with Congressmen/women.

Congress made all these contracts for themselves. Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, so ours should serve their term(s), then go home and go back to work. Serving in Congress was not meant to be a career!

If each person contacts a minimum of twenty people, then it will only take three days for most people in the U.S. to receive the message. It’s time! (Include a separate copy to each of your congressional representatives.)


3 generations of Malfoy x Potter shippers

Lucius x James - minimum contact FAILED

Draco x Harry - Harry getting obsessed over Draco but then comes Ginny. Drarry FAILED

Scorpius x Albus - BFFs, Do we hug? Rose Granger-Weasley but Scorpius can’t live in a world without Albus. Scorbus SUCCESS.

6B Big Bad & 6Bx01 Meta

If you listened to @twmp
#37 this week, you heard me mention ‘Memorex’ and the catchphrase from the 1980s ads. I am now using 'Memorex’ as a name holder for the 6b Big Bad.

Here’s a taste of my 6x11/6Bx01 meta post:

* That Voicemail:
Let’s venture for a moment that the voicemail is not from Stiles.
…..wait, what?

Remember during 6A how I repeatedly mentioned that Peter wasn’t showing his eyes, and how the last time we see them is as he is caught by Riders? They are blue in that scene, but for the rest of the season, no matter how intense the fight gets, Peter’s eyes remain human. In the 6B trailer we get a glimpse of Peter flashing his blue 'wolf eyes, apparently at the location of the Guns Blazin’ showdown which is happening later in 6B (I’m guessing 6x19) and that is all we have for his character at this point. All we do know is that we never saw his blue 'wolf eyes during any Hunt interaction.

So….what if Memorex used Peter as an Ubernatural to get back to the “real world”?
Let’s assume Peter is 100% himself until he passes through that barrier, but then *boom* Memorex hops on board and rides Peter out just like Peter is riding the Rider’s horse.
In the 6B trailer, we see Supes with purple eyes, as well as one of them disgorging what looks to be either purple material like wolfsbane or a swarm of purple spiders. I’m going to guess they’re connected and that Memorex would be seen as purple eyes in any Player. Knowing this, Memorex simply doesn’t flash them.
Memorex has been with The Hunt for (assumably) a very long time, doesn’t know what the Hunt knows and can’t reliably access Peter’s thoughts, so it defaults to “parents love their kids, wolves love their packs”-type thinking, hence the 180° on emotions toward Malia, actions to save Scott, all of the odd moments we saw after Peter escapes the Station the first time.

This now could split several ways from 6A endpoint:
A) Memorex bailed out of Peter before the final fight and was already inside another body
B) Memorex took a backseat & let Peter GTFO Beacon Hills
C) Memorex drove Peter to another Player

- In 6A, the merging of the worlds happens 3 months prior to the end of the school year.
- Monroe states she has been speaking to Nolan “over the summer”, meaning she has either been physically around BH or at minimum in contact with some students for a portion of the summer.
- Gerard has, after not being seen since Chris Argent shot his ass in 5B, taken Monroe under his metaphorical wing and possibly sent her back to Beacon Hills on purpose (yeah, she could have already been there/had BH in her sights, but there isn’t any indication of either, yet) to fit a larger agenda.
- In the trailer we see the gang listening to a message while in/around Roscoe that I swore sounded like started in Peter’s voice and ended in Gerard’s, which (if I wasn’t hearing things) could be Memorex using the voices of Players to mock or confuse.
- And back to the Voicemail we are! Ready? You’re going to hate me, but…. Memorex could have been what/why woke Stiles up at the Station. This explains having ability to sound like him. As far as why, it could be to encourage Scott to leave BH in hope of weakening the protection around Beacon, train switch, Nemeton, whatever. The strategy behind this would be sound, especially if Memorex has learned about the BH dynamic itself or was told of it by an ally in the time from escaping the Hunt & leaving the voicemail.
- If that message coming out of Roscoe is from Memorex, being that it happens in the last 2 episodes, does that mean the Faceless Memorex meatsuit is complete and can mimic voices (and possibly faces/people by wearing their skins) or does it mean Memorex is without a body yet able to communicate over radio/frequencies?
{**ARGH OK FINE BRAIN FINE JUST SPIT IT OUT: goddamnit, what if Memorex got out by using the radio signal Stiles communicated with Scott & Lydia on in 6x05? Great, brain, now I have to work a way out to get from A to Z on that and writing off Peter’s lack of eye flash. I’ll do that later in detail, I guess. }

Could Gerard be Memorex? Possibly. But if so, I don’t think Memorex was what started all the things that Gerard had put into motion. I’d posit that Gerard has already been planning a way to strike back at Scott & BH for Kate, Allison, Argent name and the destruction of LA Betê. If anything, Memorex temporarily taking over Gerard is more likely, especially if It is slowly learning how to absorb knowledge or imitate behavior. If anything, I’d guess a chain of control by Memorex that goes Peter —> Kate —> Gerard with unknown Players between (or even after Gerard).

I’m also operating under the theory that Gerard fed the video of Derek to the FBI as well as being the source of Monroe’s information, and that he is the one encouraging Hunters & Dogs (“dogs of war” are mercenaries) to head to BH, thereby forming a three-pronged Pitchfork-led attack: Governmental (FBI) , Supernatural (Hunters) and Residential (“mundanes” aka pitchforks).

Now, as far as what Memorex actually is or was before/during the Wild Hunt……

Power browning out, more on this later.


This is an idea that should be passed around.
Let’s see if  Congress understands what people pressure is all about.
Salary of retired US Presidents … . .… …. . $180,000 FOR LIFE.
Salary of House/Senate members … . .… . $174,000 FOR LIFE. This is stupid
Salary of Speaker of the House … . .… . . $223,500 FOR LIFE. This is really stupid
Salary of Majority / Minority Leaders …… . . $193,400 FOR LIFE. Stupid
Average Salary of a teacher … … .… …. $40,065
Average Salary of a deployed Soldier …… .. $38,000
Here’s where the cuts should be made!
TRUMP, in a recent interview with CNBC, offers one of the best quotes about the debt ceiling:
“I could end the deficit in five minutes,“ he told CNBC. "You just pass a law that says that anytime there is a deficit of more than 3% of GDP, all sitting members of Congress are ineligible for re-election”.
The 26th Amendment ( granting the right to vote for 18 year-olds ) took only three months and eight days to be ratified! Why? Simple! The people demanded it. That was in 1971 - before computers, e-mail, cell phones, etc.
Of the 27 amendments to the Constitution, seven (7) took one (1) year or less to become the law of the land - all because of public pressure. President Trump is asking each addressee to forward this email to a minimum of twenty people on their address list; in turn ask each of those to do likewise.
In three days, most people in The United States of America will have the message. This is one idea that really should be passed around.
Congressional Reform Act of 2017
1. No Tenure / No Pension. A Congressman / woman collects a salary while in office and receives no pay when they’re out of office.
2. Congress (past, present, & future) participates in Social Security.
All funds in the Congressional retirement fund move to the Social Security system immediately. All future funds flow into the Social Security system, and Congress participates with the American people. It may not be used for any other purpose.
3. Congress can purchase their own retirement plan, just as all Americans do.
4. Congress will no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Congressional pay will rise by the lower of CPI or 3%
5. Congress loses their current health care system and participates in the same health care system as the American people.
6. Congress must equally abide by all laws they impose on the American people.
7. All contracts with past and present Congressmen/women are void effective 3/1/17. The American people did not make this contract with Congressmen/women.
Congress made all these contracts for themselves. Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, so ours should serve their term(s), then go home and go back to work.
If each person contacts a minimum of twenty people, then it will only take three days for most people in the U.S. to receive the message. It’s time!
Pass it on.

One of my favourite thing about Beyond is that, it explores so many dynamics among the crews.

Jim and Chekov
I always imagine Jim as a brother figure to Chekov. Their journey together is adorable and exciting! I’m so glad they give so much more screen time to Chekov as compared to the two previous movies. He’s brilliant, fresh, genius and undeniably reliable. Thank you Anton for playing this lovable character so well, you will be missed.

Spock and Bones
Ugh these two. I love their dynamic sooo much. It had always been Spock and Jim or Bones and Jim before (not that I’m complaining, don’t let me start on our golden triumvirate but) it’s time to have the goodness of Spones and Beyond gives us just that, thank you! They have vastly different personalities and I love watching them bickering with each other as a façade of their mutual respect. Besides, we can witness Spock’s rare moment of vulnerability (wink wink) and Bones kicking some major asses, so, hell yeah!!

Scotty and Jaylah
You have no idea how much I love Jaylah, she’s AMAZING! Brilliant, strong and independent. Sure she has her vulnerable moment but FUCK IT, WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER!! Scotty and Jaylah are amazing together (I see them having father/daughter relationship is it weird? anyway) Jaylah is a free spirited lassie with minimum contact with other beings (minus those hostiles aliens of course) and Scotty being as accommodating as he is, just know how to balance out their dynamic, so YAY!

Sulu and Uhura
BROTP! They are so protective of each other, like when Uhura lost her shit when Krall did his sucking mojo on Sulu and Sulu super worried expression when Uhura and Syll was trapped in a room with Krall and Manas. They are super concern of each other it gives me this warm and tingling feeling inside. We saw them working together in the opening scene of ST:ID but this is just another level.

I’m sooo happy to witness their relationship had evolved to one step further, better. Not just as crew members who got stuck together due to the event of Narada but to actually have mutual trust and respect, much like a family. For that, I’m sooo happy and grateful for what this trilogy (reboot wise) had brought to us.

Thank you Beyond.

I’m teen wolf trash for two reasons; dylan o’brien and stydia.  I never stray from my normal fandom but what the hell I’ve been wanting to branch out for a while now. I wrote this little thing in honer of the 5th season premiering tonight. It’s on right now and I’m not watching it cause this short drabble got away from me for a bit. It’s ‘smutty’ I guess but nothing compared to the shit I normally write. And it’s 100% not edited and besides the characters my work. 

So without further ado…


He didn’t like how much time Lydia was spending with Deputy Parrish. He didn’t like how the older man looked at her when she’d flip her hair to one side and expose the creamy skin of her neck. He especially didn’t like it when the do-good officer dropped her off at school one more after they fell asleep at his place while trying to find the answer to the mysterious question of what he is.

All of this though put strain on his relationship with Malia. Neither of them really knew how to be in a relationship and the start of their relationship wasn’t ideal. Throwing jealousy into the mix was like adding gasoline to an already out of control forest fire. The only thing they could really do was watch as the fire burnt itself out.

And it did and it was messy and awkward. Scott and Kira and even Liam tried to keep their small pack together but it was looking to be useless. Malia couldn’t be around Stiles and Stiles couldn’t be around Malia. The pair of them couldn’t be around Lydia without feeling the need to put the blame of their failed relationship on her, which she remained clueless about, like she always has been with Stiles’ feelings towards her.

Only that’s what Lydia wanted him to think. She’s known all along that he’s been in love with her since like the second or third grade. He made it so obvious with his awkward way of stumbling over his words and his dorky expressions. The older and closer they got the more Lydia realized that Stiles’ interest in her wasn’t solely based off her good looks. He knew her; all of her talents and flaws and weaknesses. He’s seen her cry, and in battle and in victory. Stiles has comforted her when she lost her best friend, and Lydia has brought him back from the brink of death. The older and close they got the more Lydia realized that her feelings for Stiles weren’t quite as platonic as she thought they were.

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