interrupting more artwork I should be doing to bring you a really quick art trade:
It’s @russetmoth‘s boy, Silas! I love this dude, he looks pretty cool, not to mention he seems so stoic and sassy even around the paranormal company he’s often around. I’ve no idea why, but last night I was feeling silly and made a few Jojo references around my friends, soooo I decided to give him Jon’s signature pose with a few small twists. (I think I might’ve made him bulkier than he should be as a result PFFT sorry Russ hope it’s not too much trouble for ya!!)
oh and since I’ve been such rubberhose trash as of late I threw in this as a bonus:
Here’s some feysand smut featuring Rhys’s cute dog!💜 I didn’t go back and edit yet so I apologize for any mistakes!!
Feyre slammed her car door and looked up at the massive house in front of her. Balconies were attached to the top floor, and there was a beautiful set of stairs leading up to the front door. A fountain was placed in the middle of the long driveway which she now stood in, and there was a four car garage attached to the side of the house.
She was well aware that Rhys’s family was quite wealthy, especially since his parents owned their own business. She knew it bothered Rhys at times, knew he didn’t want to be known as the “rich kid” in school, because that wasn’t him. Rhys was the guy who got As on every test, who studied and did well on projects and homework, who walked around not caring about anyone’s opinion.
That’s why she fell in love with him nearly 4 months ago. They had known each other for far longer than that, and they had even admitted that they felt the same long before.
for now i’m mostly making notes on grammar rules and vocabulary lists :) if you want to be able to listen to conversations/understand what’s going on in songs,dramas etc. then it’s good to improve your vocabulary first :D
they’re sort of similar to talktomeinkorean in the way that they have a curriculum planned out from easy to difficult, and recordings, except some of their resources (mostly worksheets and vocabulary lists) require payment :0
at the start of each chapter though they have a few vocabulary lists so I do often take those words down
I’d say this is more brief and on the go as compared to talktomeinkorean, and there aren’t too many ‘compartments’? so you don’t have to keep clicking around haha like there’s more content on one page
the above two don’t exactly have compiled vocabulary lists (at least from what i’ve encountered on the website, i may be wrong so do try and find them for yourself maybe) so I think this is a good compilation of vocabulary words you might find useful :)
these are the good stuff I can come up with right now off the tip of my tongue hmm, it’s a short list but it’s resource-rich >:o
I slumped into the hard, faux leather chair while shoving my earbuds into my ears. Music slowly started to fill my mind and I was at ease once again. I looked around the gate, my eyes scanning over every person. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the chair, waiting for the flight attendant to board my plane.
I was on my way back from Japan, where I went to visit what I had thought was my boyfriend. Only to walk in on him and another girl which then proceeded to cancel any and all plans I had for this trip and buy the first ticket back home. What a prick. I grew angry just thinking about him, and secretly thanked the flight attendant when she pulled me out of my thoughts.
Imagine embarrassing yourself in front of Sebastian and Chris.
A/N: This is a request from @california-grown I tried to steer towards Seb, but I couldn’t help myself. 😆
Sebastian had the habit of going for a run every morning whenever he was back home in New York. His runs may not have been at the same location each day, but it was always at 5:00AM. Chris had the same habit wherever he went; 5:00AM runs to keep his body finely tuned. Since Chris was in New York for his broadway show, he stopped running alone and ran with Sebastian instead. The two friends liked running at the crack of dawn as there were less people up and about. They didn’t have to worry about fans or paparazzi chasing them down, they could just be. You had that same want, to just be without eyes on you. You weren’t famous, just a girl who liked being alone. And each morning, you’d wake at 5:00Am to go on a bike ride. You enjoyed biking through your favorite city, and you did so before the city came to life so you wouldn’t have to deal. You seemed to be good at embarrassing yourself in front of strangers, and apparently you were better at it in front of famous actors. You didn’t know it yet, but you were about to find out. Unfortunately for you, Central Park didn’t just cater to your 5:00AM needs.
You liked listening to music when you rode, and seeing as there wasn’t anyone else around when you rode- you played it out loud on your little portable speaker. As you paddled through the park, you sang along to Ne-Yo’s version of ‘Friend Like Me’. You were a total Disney fanatic with playlist upon playlist of soundtracks and covers of said soundtracks from all your favorite Disney movies. Your thoughts easily drifted off with the melodies as you sang, hummed, or mouthed along to the music. Like today, you were so lost in the music that you didn’t notice Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans running in the opposite direction towards you.
Now those two weren’t just actors, they were two of your favorite actors. Just yesterday, you were knee-deep in a Captain America movie marathon which then transpired into a Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans movie marathon. You watched ‘The Bronze’, ‘The Martian’, ‘What’s Your Number’, and ‘Gifted’. It was almost ridiculous how much you admired them both. In fact, you’d been been dying to have a run-in with Sebastian Stan since you moved to New York. Now there they were and you were too busy singing to notice. That was until-
“Nice song choice.” Chris called, smiling brightly as he and Sebastian jogged towards you.
The first thing you did upon hearing another human’s voice was immediately stop singing. The second, you returned to reality and noticed how handsome the two approaching were. Even at a distance with their faces hidden under the shadow of their baseball caps, you could tell. The one who spoke to you was in a black NASA cap, and the other who was yet to speak was a navy blue Todd Snyder cap. Now these were their trademarks items, items you should’ve noticed considering you were in their fandom. But no, once again you were too busy to notice; this time too busy dying of embarrassment because someone had caught you belting out while riding your bike. You were lucky you had a fairly decent voice otherwise it would’ve been even worst.
“Thanks,” you mumbled.
“Have a good day,” Chris said as they jogged past you.
“You too,” you nodded in acknowledgment. “Oh my God,” you mumbled under your breath, wincing. You were about to speed up and paddle as far away from them as you could when realization washed over you. Was that- You glanced over your shoulder and saw that Chris was doing the same with a wide smile. “Chris Ev-” Before you could get his name out, you lost control of your bike.
“Oh fuck!” Chris cussed as he saw you crash your bike, flying over your handle bars and into a bush. Sebastian glanced the way Chris was looking, eyes wide with concern when he saw your bike on the ground. “Shit shit shit,” Chris ran over to help you with Sebastian right on his heel. “Hey, Genie.” He didn’t know your name and you’d been listening to ‘Friend Like Me’; it seemed appropriate. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” You whimpered as you curled up into a ball, covering your face with your hands. The fall was painful, yes, but it didn’t compare to the pain of your new found embarrassment. “Just- um- just leave me here.” You said, and immediately, almost simultaneously- Chris and Sebastian cocked their heads, eyeing you with a lot of confusion. “Fuck me,” you cussed at yourself under your breath, wincing when you realized they’d heard you.
“Doing it behind a bush might lead to an arrest, don’t you think?” Chris joked as he held out his hand; Sebastian snickered, walking over to your bike to pick it off the ground. “C’mon,” Chris beckoned for your hand with a quick bend of his fingers when he saw you peeking at him through your fingers. “What kind of guy would I be if I just leave you here?”
“A guy who doesn’t want to embarrass me more than I’ve already embarrassed myself?” You answered then managed a soft chuckle when Chris laughed, reaching down to grab the hand you wouldn’t give him. “Thanks,” you said when he helped you to your feet. “This is not how I imagined my first meeting with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan to go.” You admitted, drawing chuckles from both guys.
“At least you know we’ll remember you.” Chris teased, gently picking the small twigs and dried leaves from your hair. You blushed, sweeping your slightly grazed hands on your yoga pants. “Do you need to sit?” He asked when he saw you try to take a step and wince. “C’mon Genie,” he carefully draped one of your arms around him while one of his wrapped around your waist. “Let’s get you to a bench.”
“What’s your name?” Sebastian asked, pushing your bike as he followed behind the two of you. “I think you’d much rather we use your name than ‘Genie’, right?” Both smiled when you laughed softly, introducing yourself as Chris sat you down. “Well, Y/N. We’d introduce ourselves, but I have a feeling you already know who we are.” They tried not to laugh when Sebastian said that. It didn’t take you long to work out that they knew the reason you’d crashed your bike.
“Can we please pretend like I didn’t crash my bike because I saw Chris Evans?”
“I would, but I don’t think I want to,” Chris smiled. “It’s quite flattering, I mean- that’s the kind of thing you see in movies.” He teased and you buried your burning face in your hands. “I never thought I’d get to experience that in real life, I can check that off my bucket list now.” He shot you a quick wink when you looked up; your cheeks turned a deep red and you bit back your smile. “In all seriousness,” he chuckled, descending to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay?” He washed his gaze over you, trying to look for injuries. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“I think she just needs a first aid kit,” Sebastian interjected and you nodded in agreement. You both shared a look, trying not to laugh at Chris’ dramatization of your fall. “Is your place far from here?” He asked you and you shook your head, pointing in the direction of your apartment block. You lived about fourteen minutes away, at the Lennox Hill Apartments. “Do you mind if we walk you back?”
“Do I mind?” You laughed. “Um- no, that’d be like a- a weird dream come true.” They both laughed. “But you don’t have to, I’m honestly fine.” You got to your feet, trying to prove to them you were fine so you didn’t take up more of their time. “I can wa- ow!” Chris caught you by the elbow before you fell again; it appeared you’d hurt your ankle. “It’s noth- ow, ow.” You couldn’t even put pressure on your right foot, so it clearly wasn’t nothing. “I’ll be fine.” You forced a smile, trying to tear up at the searing pain in your foot slowly making its way up your leg.
“You’re very stubborn, aren’t you?” Chris observed, the corners of his mouth quirked.
“Stubbornness is probably my most prominent attribute other than clumsiness, yes,” you nodded.
“You’re also very cute, so,” Chris chuckled, forcing your arm back around him as he looped an arm around you waist. You couldn’t believe Chris Evans had just called you cute; your smile reached your eyes as he made you lean against him. “Let me know if the pain’s too much,” he told you as the three of you started walking in the direction of your apartment block.
“Why’s that?” You raised an eyebrow.
“So I can carry you, silly,” he as a matter of fact.
“Yeah,” you laughed nervously, “I’m not going to let you do that.”
“Why not?” Sebastian teased with a smirk. “Wouldn’t that be another weird dream come true?”
You felt your lips part as you tried to think of something to say to defend yourself from Sebastian playful teasing, but you couldn’t think of anything. You always thought you were witty, and that you could be if ever you met them so you could leave a bit of an impression. But nope, you were not witty; you were a dumbfounded, blushing idiot.
“Leave Y/N alone, Seb,” Chris reached over you and smacked his friend’s arm, laughing.
Sebastian looked over at Chris, smirking at him behind your back. His eyes asked if Chris was going to do the same after they got you safely back to your apartment, or if he was going to ask for your number and take you out. Sebastian could tell you’d left an impression with your pretty face and adorable singing. You wouldn’t have crashed your bike if Chris didn’t turn around, and he’d only turned around because of you. Chris wouldn’t admit it, but he was glad you crashed your bike.
“Lennox Hill Apartments, right?” Sebastian asked and you nodded, eyeing him curiously as he got on your bike. Before you could ask what he was doing, he explained, “I figured I’ll check if your bike is still working. Anyway,” Sebastian threw another smirk Chris’ way. “See the two of you back there,” he called as he rode away.
“Is Sebastian Stan what you expected him to be?”
“I never really expected either of you to be anything but nice, so- yeah, I guess so.” You looked up at Chris and raised a brow when you saw he was already smiling at you. “What?” You asked then chuckled when he shook his head. “Yeah, right,” you bit playfully. “You’re probably coming up with an anecdote based on today’s incident,” you accused, making him laugh.
“I was actually wondering if you’d have breakfast with me, but okay,” he shrugged nonchalantly, laughing when an “oh” escaped you. You didn’t know how to come back from that. Was there an offer, and could you still accept it or would it be weird now? You realized it was the former when he asked, “how do you feel about pancakes?” He smiled when you did, nodding.
<b>Next week on Game of Thrones:</b> <p/><b>Arya:</b> Here. Proof that Littlefinger is plotting to pit us against each other.<p/><b>Sansa:</b> You expect me to believe that he foresaw you stalking him all day, creeping into his locked room, finding the carefully hidden message I wrote back in Season 1, just to cause a rift between us?<p/><b>Arya:</b> <p/><b>Sansa:</b> Yup. Sounds about right.<p/><b>Arya:</b> Good thing we staged that fight earlier that no one could possibly overhear to be sure it would get back to him.<p/><b>Arya:</b> So do I get to cross him off my list now?<p/></p>
Shou was raised around kind of a ‘simple but stylish’ ideal; when he got a piercing he only got one, and he only got enough studs to always have an appropriate one (silver, gold, diamond, and his birthstone - turquoise).
It started with just the occasional broken pair, but by now Shou probably has like, 35 different earrings from Teru pinned to a banner in his room. Wears a different one every day.
Hello, I always enjoy the work on this Tumblr. It's informative, interesting, and satisfying. Anyway, being an Ne dom like yourself, do you have any tips to not be overwhelmed by Ne a.k.a. How to Train Your Ne? I admit there are times when the ideas are buzzing and I yearn for stimulation then I become drained to the point of being physically tired.
Good timing, since I was just reading about Si-grips last night and realizing I basically live in one six months out of the year. :P
I’m not sure exactly what you mean, so I’ll cover all the bases I can think of.
There’s pretty much four stages in my life:
Ne-dom Extraordinaire: this is when you are the unbeatable monarch in your field, when you are on such a roll that not only do you finish your project ahead of the damn deadline, you went ahead and did sixteen other magnificent things that day too, just because your brain was on such a rush of SO MANY IDEAS. For example: you felt good about finishing your essay, so you wrote six movie reviews, four e-mails, 26 blog posts, and worked on your book to boot. And then you went to bed with a smile on your face because damn, I’m so fine.
Ne-dom Uninspired: this is when you feel “meh.” Not awesomesauce, not the lowest of the low, just plain MEH. Meh for a Ne-dom equals: semi-bored, semi-uninspired, semi-annoyed about it. Now, a sane person on this day goes and watches 24 episodes of ALIAS in a row to chill. Me, I FORCE myself to be ‘creative.’ And because I’m generally good at what I do, it comes out fine. Not knock your socks off stupendous, not awful, not even average, just fine. But it feels like dragging my brain through a cheese grater and I go to bed mad that my Ne-brain was lazy as hell today. Like, it’s supposed to be AMAZING all the time!!! What’s up with this?!
Ne-dom Bored-as-Hell: generally, this happens when your life is stagnant, or you are stuck on the same god-awful project for weeks, or your friends have not spoken to you in days, and you are so bored you can hardly stand it, but NOTHING appeals to you. You crave something, but don’t know what it is. You drag yourself through the work / school day like a fish on dry land, you scope the depths of depression, you maybe force yourself to do stuff, but it’s a clear indication that your Ne is STARVING TO DEATH. You must feed it. How? That’s up to you. Get in the car and drive. Go hang out with someone. Start learning something new. Read a book that you know you’ll hate, and blow your own mind by loving it. Try something totally, radically different.
Don’t be like me, and dye your hair purple and cut into a punk rock style. Although, God knows I looked adorable.
Ne-dom Work-a-Holic: also known as tunnel vision, also known as inferior Si grip, also known as the perfect way to make yourself exhausted at the end of the day. Picture a nice normal Ne being a freight train barreling through a tunnel at 976 miles per hour. Now picture a peasant maiden (or peasant lad, if that’s you’re thing) running out onto the tracks, and holding it in place for about 15 hours. It grinds to a halt, its wheels start to smoke, and the peasant maiden/lad is inching forward at, oh, about 6 miles per hour. Fast by her standards, slow by yours. Now imagine that’s what happens to your Ne, when you develop tunnel vision. All that power, going nowhere fast. Imagine the tremendous energy that just ground to a halt. The creeping subconscious despair of the engineer. You are both the peasant maiden/lad and the freight train. See the problem? You are ripping yourself apart. How’s that peasant maiden/lad going to feel at the end of the day?
Now, what if that peasant maiden does this day after day for about a week?
Exhausted. Mental exhaustion, from holding back the train, forcing Ne to stay on one topic, or focus on “boring” things for days on end. Where’s the fun? Where’s the zany? Where’s the sarcasm and jokes and random connections? Hello, inferior Si. Obsessive compulsive, aren’t you? Fixated. BAD.
How to Train Your Ne:
1) Give yourself permission to stick to one idea for awhile.
I get it. You will have thousands of great ideas in a single lifetime, or maybe even a week. If you follow all of them right now, you will never finish anything. Do what I do: think about them, ponder them, don’t let them get too developed, and write down the ones you want to hold onto, put them in a jar, and… walk away with the biggest, shiniest, most exciting idea you just had. The others will keep. Let them stew in their juices. Focus on THIS IDEA.
2) Reward yourself for finishing things.
If you want to accomplish something, give your Ne what it wants – a challenge, and a reward. I used to motivate myself through “boring” tasks by setting time deadlines and writing like a bat out of hell, or dividing the task up into separate shorter parts that I can cross off after I do them. That shows me I am making progress. Right now, I’m sitting next to a half-crossed-off list of chapters in my book, which I am proof-reading / editing. Each time a pink line goes through someone’s name, I know I’m THIS MUCH CLOSER to finishing. THIS MUCH CLOSER to starting a NEW project. THIS MUCH CLOSER TO THAT PIECE OF CHOCOLATE I PROMISED MYSELF.
3) Accept that you cannot be at 110% all the time.
This may be hard for you to hear, but you’re a normal human being. You need sleep. You need rest. You need food. You need days off, and dates, and to go places, and be with people, and do things other than your job or your school or writing or whatever it is that occupies 90% of your time. Those normal things that a sensor can do without much fuss, wear you out. Tedious details wear you out. Planning wears you out. Keeping track of things wears you out. The temptation when this happens is to under-estimate what you, as a low Si, needs – which is a break. You tend to way overestimate what you can do in a single week, and sometimes you get way too much on your plate… so, if you know about things in advance that are going to “drain” your Ne, because it requires other, lower functions to be heavily used in your stack, plan to limit your interaction with those functions in excess of your responsibilities.
In other words, if you (me) have to do a bunch of tedious line-editing at work, it is not a good idea for me to come home and do… a bunch of tedious line-editing on my novel at the same time. That’s all Te/Si stuff.
Ne-stuff is… new ideas, new people, new philosophies, reading things that excite your mind and imagination and help you see things in a different way, or watching something new, or going somewhere where you can just be yourself. Your Ne cannot run on full power all the time, especially when you’re trying to hold back the freight train – so give yourself permission to take time off.
4) Pace yourself.
This piggybacks on the above, but as a Ne-dom, you way over-estimate how much you can do physically. Things like going places, driving for hours, being in crowds, walking long distances, etc., are tiring to someone with minimal sensing. Ne-doms need down time, to process their experiences. You are an introverted extrovert. Remember that, and give yourself down time. Try not to be out and about 24/7. But don’t stay home all the time either. That’s a cesspool of Ne-draining boredom waiting to happen.
5) Either do it right now or write it down.
My usual pattern is: get a good thought about 10pm. Then springboard into another idea. Then zip over that way for more ideas. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, telling myself to go to sleep, while thinking about everything I should talk about, investigate, or do in the morning. By morning, of course, either the ideas are all gone or I have lost any motivation to do them. Some of my best work is from dropping everything and doing it RIGHT NOW. Strike while the iron is hot, my dander is up, whatever. Some of my best short stories or articles came from getting up at 5am and pounding the keyboard. So, do it NOW… or write it down. If you write it down, you won’t have to try and remember it (also a chore for Ne).
The best things you can do for your Ne are the following:
Accept that this is who I am, and it’s okay.
Realize that mundane or tedious tasks drain your Ne
Let your mind wander
Give yourself permission to fantasize
Reward periods of the mundane with fun activities
Never let a week go by without planning something ‘fun’
Stimulate yourself with constant NEW things (books, movies, music)
Read a wide variety of things on a continual basis
Give yourself challenges and deadlines to beat
Make sure they are SHORT-TERM (you cannot stay too long)
Always have something in the immediate future to look forward to
Hope that helps.
(This week on tumblr has been DULL. Is it just me or is it dead?! Thank God for a new Doctor Who tomorrow! I need me some NEW Capaldi + Bill Potts. I totally want to be her best friend and hang out in space and eat blue cubes together.)
"What kind of tea is it to help again?" (Only if u feel like it!! ❤️)
(thank you! ^__^ i wrote this p quickly so let me know if i made any mistakes!)
“What kind of tea is it to help again?” I ask as I rummage through the pile. Bunce and Simon drink nothing but PG tips, but Fiona’s cupboard is full of every kind of herbal tea imaginable. I couldn’t remember what kind I was supposed to bring, so I’d nicked a few bags of each. Fiona won’t mind, she won’t even notice. (Probably.) (Hopefully.)
“Bunce? What kind of tea?” I get no answer, and turn around to see Penelope biting her nails. She’s been nervous all day; Snow’s never been sick before, and it worries her to see him like this. Personally, I think he’s laying it on a little thick, but he’d snottily–literally–reminded me that I’ve never been sick before either. He’s right, of course, but I didn’t want to let him win. So I’d ducked into the kitchen to make him the tea he’d been demanding, with Bunce trailing behind.
She starts. “Sorry, I think it’s…or–or this…fuck a nine-toed troll, Baz, I don’t know.”
“Fine,” I snap, and now she’s rolling her eyes, because she’s not intimidated by me in the slightest. Which makes sense, I suppose. She’s always had more sense than Snow. I select a bag finally, and shoo Bunce back to her room while I prepare the tea. She sticks out her tongue, but goes anyway.
“Snow!” I call out as I finish, “I’ve got your tea!” He mumbles something back and I bring the steaming mug to where he’s set up his sickbed. (The couch.)
“Baz,” he whines, “sit with me.”
There’s barely any room, Snow’s stretched out on his side with one wing crushed awkwardly under his body. The blanket he’d been wrapped in is haphazard now, so I pull it up, smoothing out the wrinkles. He grabs my wrist. “Please?”
I roll my eyes. “You’re sick, Snow.”
“So? It’s not like you can catch it. You’re a vampire.”
I sigh like it’s an inconvenience. “Drink your tea.” He takes the mug, and looks at me expectently as he takes a long sip. I sit in the armchair and wait for him to finish. Once he does I set the mug on the side table and lie down next to him.
“Happy?” I ask. I think he nods, because I feel his chin bump the back of my head, and I let him get comfortable behind me. His breathing starts to slow and I smile. I’m about to drift off as well when Bunch barges into the room. She’s holding the paper from the tea bag and her brow is furrowed. “Baz, this tea is meant for sleep.” She says, and looks hard at the now sleeping Simon behind me.
-Who wraps presents horribly and has to get help from the other
-Who excitedly wakes up their partner on Christmas morning
-Who holds the mistletoe over the both of their heads
-Who sets up the christmas lights and who holds the ladder
-Who gets angry at little kids and tells them Santa isn’t real
-Who bails the other out of mall jail for telling kids Santa isn’t real
A/N: Yea, my requested prompt done! I have a few more to do and I can’t promise to do them quickly or even in order, but they will be done. If you have any request please feel free to send me a message. Right now I’m mostly taking ones off my prompt list on my page, but if you have something good in mind go for it!
Prompt: “He’s looking at me like a predator hunting its prey” (With minor adjustments).
Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale and Reader
Pairings: Derek x reader, Slight Isaac x reader
Being an omega meant a lot of things. You were the weakest of the pack, falling behind that of Peter (who had yet to even rejuvenate). Thus causing the pack to become extremely protective of you. Derek always insisted on driving you everywhere. Isaac stuck to your side throughout the school day, and Peter- well Peter was his usual creepy self. It was a little overwhelming to say the least, especially when trying to score a date.
“This seriously sucks.” You muttered, sitting in between Derek and Isaac.
Leave it to those two to ruin a perfectly good baseball game. Neither of them even cared about baseball. Hell, Derek practically hated all things high school. They were just there because someone on the team asked you to be. “You were the one who wanted to come.” Derek stated.
“I don’t even see how you can like this. All they’re doing is hitting a ball and running.” Isaac complained. “It makes me want to sleep.”
You frowned, punching his shoulder. “First off, baseball is more complicated than that. Second, I actually like it. And third- the two of you aren’t even supposed to be here!”