peace all around

an anon requested rize and kaneki getting along in an au and i am weak (so weak) for florist/tattoo artist au’s

The Innsmouth Look, as described by H.P.Lovecraft:

There certainly is a strange kind of streak in the Innsmouth folks today—I don’t know how to explain it, but it sort of makes you crawl. You’ll notice a little in Sargent if you take his bus. Some of ’em have queer narrow heads with flat noses and bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to shut, and their skin ain’t quite right. Rough and scabby, and the sides of their necks are all shrivelled or creased up. Get bald, too, very young. The older fellows look the worst—fact is, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a very old chap of that kind. Guess they must die of looking in the glass!“ -some racist old dude

When the driver came out of the store I looked at him more carefully and tried to determine the source of my evil impression. He was a thin, stoop-shouldered man not much under six feet tall, dressed in shabby blue civilian clothes and wearing a frayed grey golf cap. His age was perhaps thirty-five, but the odd, deep creases in the sides of his neck made him seem older when one did not study his dull, expressionless face. He had a narrow head, bulging, watery blue eyes that seemed never to wink, a flat nose, a receding forehead and chin, and singularly undeveloped ears. His long, thick lip and coarse-pored, greyish cheeks seemed almost beardless except for some sparse yellow hairs that straggled and curled in irregular patches; and in places the surface seemed queerly irregular, as if peeling from some cutaneous disease. His hands were large and heavily veined, and had a very unusual greyish-blue tinge. The fingers were strikingly short in proportion to the rest of the structure, and seemed to have a tendency to curl closely into the huge palm. As he walked toward the bus I observed his peculiarly shambling gait and saw that his feet were inordinately immense. The more I studied them the more I wondered how he could buy any shoes to fit them…   As I looked at him I saw that the back of his head was almost as hairless as his face, having only a few straggling yellow strands upon a grey scabrous surface.“ -the racist protagonist of the story

Now, take a look at:

Narrow head: impossible to determine due to art style

Flat nose: ✔️

Bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to blink: ✔️

Scaly skin: ❌

Thin, stoop-shouldered: ✔️

Gills: ❌

Dull, expressionless face: ✔️

Underdeveloped ears: impossible to determine due to mysterious hair

Large hands, tendency for fingers to curl toward palm: ✔️

Huge feet: ✔️

Bald/patchy, scraggly hair: ❌❌

Now, it’s well known that the Innsmouth look develops over the course of a person’s life, with young children looking entirely human and adults showing the full list of features and then becoming full Deep Ones. So let’s look at the family:

Youngest daughter, totally human within standard anime margins. Younger brother, slightly less froggy than Tsuyu. Mother, extremely froggy except for the hair (might have quirk similar to her daughter, or might wear a wig), conceals her webbed fingers and claws with adorable long sleeved sweater. Father, literally just a deep one in slacks and tie.


Tsu-chan is not in fact a human with the [frog-form] quirk. Rather, she is a deep one (or rather hybrid), with the [mysterious hair] quirk. Following the appearance of quirks in the majority of the human population, the deep ones were no longer confined to isolated fishing villages out of fear of oppression under humanity, because even their oldest and most developed representatives could suddenly pass as humans with a Quirk. Tsuyu grew up in a world where humans and fish fiends could live together in peace all around the world, and vowed to protect it as a hero so that her people would never again suffer the horrors she’s heard in her parents’ stories (like the massacre at Devil’s Reef). And since a good hero never reveals all of her tricks, she has progressed thus far using only the natural abilities she inherited from Mother Hydra and Father Dagon; the true powers of her [Mysterious Hair] remain concealed.

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anonymous asked:

Hi this is European holiday anon! Don't mind me I'm a little nervous to come of anon bc this blog has nothing to do with yoi whatsoever but if you need me to I will. If this is about a kic chapter 3 not being out before tomorrow, that's okay; just let me know the date it'll be out and I'll be able to pay for wifi for a little bit of time at the resort I'll be staying at :) I'm really excited to read it! Love you Justine!

first off i love you and i’m sorry! ❤️  this has been a hellish week and i’m submitting my last final today ahhh. but anyway omg i dont want you paying wifi to read it dfjdkd what. ok. let’s do this ok euro hols my lov: give me 1 more week

thanks so much for being patient and here’s a preview!! 

“I have a surprise for you,” Victor says, eyes twinkling. He’s wearing that ghost-smile again, the one where the corners of his mouth are upturned and only the faintest glimpse of teeth peek out from behind pink lips. Yuuri wonders again if the man ever completely smiles, is tempted to make a note for himself to conduct some deep research behind this phenomenon – but then Victor’s tugging his arm and shooting him another glance. It’s bright, too bright for nine in the morning, and it’s not that it burns but it’s warm

Yuuri feels like he’s been struck with something all of a sudden. Some truth that he’s only beginning to grasp and his fingers itch for his pen so he can mind-map it out, deconstruct every look that Victor’s given him since that moment at Saint Laurent –

Victor stops them right outside a discreet door next to the HMC closet. Yuuri had never even noticed it before; it’s white, blends into the wall around it. “Close your eyes, please.” 

*pokes my head back into the 1d fandom for a quick sec*  i’m so proud of every single person in this fandom who isn’t afraid to think for themselves and to speak up (politely and respectfully, might i add) even when it means they get attacked, indirected, and bullied by people sending anonymous messages or writing nasty posts about them on their blogs.

keep doing you, stay strong, and know that you have A LOT of support behind you even if it might not seem like it.

“Whatever is prayed for at the time of breaking the fast is granted and never refused.” Her father reminds them as they all raise their hands together and make silent supplication.

Sana prays for peace. For people all around the world, who are afflicted with different kinds of pain.

For the needy who aren’t as fortunate as her and are breaking their fast with only a date.

For the families who have lost loved ones, right before this joyous occasion.

For anyone who’s suffering and needs relief.

For her friends, muslim and non muslim.

For her parents.

She prays for them all.

And finally she prays for herself.

She prays that her fast is accepted, that she gets As in all her classes and is able to fulfill her dream of becoming a surgeon in the future, that people accept her for who she is.

She prays for inner peace.

The Adhaan starts playing on someone’s phone.

She takes the first bite of the date and sweetness fills her mouth. And she recites the dua she learned as a child.

“The thirst has gone and the veins are quenched, and reward is confirmed, if Allah wills.”


Pearl Jam - Throw Your Arms Around Me (Eddie Vedder solo)


Unfucktheworld by Angel Olsen, from Burn Your Fire For No Witness (2014)

Father and Son

@kaelinaloveslomaris gave me a prompt of Vader and Luke surviving RotJ, Vader carrying Luke, and Luke holding Vader’s hand.  (I may have been grumbling about Dreamwalker again.)  So have a ficlet!  It immediately follows a slightly different fight on the second Death Star.

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anonymous asked:

Oh sorry I wasn't being clear!!! I meant what does Fe look like within a single type specifically in INFJ

Ooh, okay, that helps organize my thoughts a lot! Thank you!

So before I start, let me clarify a bit. When it comes to developed and underdeveloped Fe within an INFJ, there is a difference between being “underdeveloped” and being “toxic.” I’m going to be going from what I’ve noticed of myself and a common trend among INFJs. I won’t be touching in on what Fe will look like in a toxic nor overdeveloped state. This is going to be a bit long because I love overexplaining stuff, so bear with me.

Underdeveloped Fe in INFJs

Typically speaking, an INFJ with an underdeveloped Fe will make them look very much so like a thinker. They will have a seemingly amazing Ti and will often mistype as an INTJ or INTP. They probably won’t see the point in interacting with others and will be very introverted in appearance. Ngl, depending on their enneagram type, they can come off as extremely pretentious and self-obsessed. Lenore Thomson describes this type as living in an “ivory tower,” so obsessed with their own findings that they don’t feel the urge to share their findings with the rest of the filthy plebian world. Well, Thomson didn’t say that last part, but let’s pretend they did. And if they do want to share their findings with the world, they can be very pushy with it, getting passive aggressive and quite pissy when people refuse to listen.

Why This Happens

Now when it comes to why this happens, it’s solely one trouble at play: the struggle between the auxiliary and tertiary function. I explained more about it a while ago in this post, but in short, naturally when it comes to people, we will default to the world we’re primarily the most comfortable with. If your first function is introverted, you’ll feel the most comfortable using the next introverted function. If your first function is extraverted, you’ll feel the most comfortable using the next extraverted function. And thus, we are most comfortable using our dominant and tertiary functions the most. As an introvert, using our extraverted functions takes conscious effort.

I read an amazing analogy for this a while ago that’s buried somewhere deep in my likes. I found it!! This is honestly like one of my favorite posts because it explains things very simply. If our dominant function is us, our tertiary function is our home. Especially for introverts, we don’t like leaving our home. Sometimes even if our friends call us, we just don’t feel like leaving, you feel? However, it is necessary for our health that we get out on a regular basis, even if we don’t want to. In the same sense, an INFJ with an underdeveloped Fe is like an introvert that stubbornly refuses to leave home. They’d rather stay on their mental internet (Ni-Ti) than enter the world and interact with it.

For an INFJ trying to develop their Fe in the proper manner, they become aware of this tendency. And then the extreme conscious struggle starts to occur. For me in particular, yielding to the hold of my Fe is very difficult. Ni sees things how they are and Ti analyzes it. It is from those two functions that I receive “truth,” and much of the times, “truth” ain’t pretty. While I may wish to act upon what I receive from this Ni-Ti process, doing so is difficult because Fe is so high. If you ever heard the song Left Brain Right Brain by Bo Burnham, this is a good description of this internal struggle (though I feel that song matches the mentality of Fi/Te more). To an INFJ going through this struggle, yielding to Fe feels a lot like sacrificing truth to make everyone happy. In reality, though, we are giving our findings balance and a good dose of reality.

Developed Fe in INFJs

When our auxiliary function is utilized in a developed manner, we get balance. For an INFJ, this means that they use their Fe in a proactive manner, they become connected with the outer world. They have an outlet in which to utilize the insights their Ni tells them. This doesn’t mean they go out righting every wrong and solving mankind’s problems without rest. Looking at famous INFJs, some are philosophers, authors, scientists, actors, filmakers, etc. An INFJ will use their Fe in really any way they feel like, but the point is they’ll use it. By becoming connected with the world, an INFJ will realize their place within it. They realize that they accomplish nothing living in that high ivory tower of theirs. And (I hope) will realize they aren’t as amazing as they think they are, but will become more balanced in their pretentiousness. Hopefully this makes sense!!

This is about the soft awakenings,
the brave realisations, the happening miracles.
This is about loss,
and what you find after.
This is about how the sun loved the moon so much
she’d let her shine even in the day.
This is no longer listening to the room of echoes,
of finally letting go,
of getting to know lightness.
This is the swallows singing the sky home.
This is about the way you look at me
when you’re drunk. Like
I’m a miracle. Like
maybe this is all enough for us.
And this is laughter claiming home
in our mouths.
This is about the words you say
when you think I’m not listening.
And these are the battles that have left us defeated,
the wars we’ve won, and
the bloodshed that keeps on coming.
This is slipping through forever
and catching the moments as we fall.
This is what happens after.
The healing.
The days of barely making it.
This is setting yourself on fire
to burn through the darkness,
to get to the other side.
This is searching for something, anything.
This is walking through your ghosts and
finding pieces of yourself everywhere.
This is building yourself a home and having
every wall leaning a little bit to the left
because your hands couldn’t stop shaking.
This is standing at the edge
of some unknown
with a gentle tremble in your chest.
This is it.
This is it.
This is it.
—  A.Y. // this is it
”It’s okay little Firefly”

Well…since @meldy-arts posted the picture I figured I should post the fanfic I wrote for it…

But really though, this sparked me writing like three angst things last night, one I posted already and the other I may post later as well? And it all started when I showed Mel “Runnin’ Home to You” and it’s a happy song right?!? But now….now it’s an angst song for me….why *flops*

Okay enough talking, now for the fic, which is really feelsy…just and fyi xD

Fic below the cut because of INTENSE FEELS:

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They have an interesting connection. A lot of people say, ‘Oh, it’s a romantic connection.’ But I think right now, it’s a connection where he feels a certain amount of peace with her. He sees that she understands him a little bit and that she is willing to look at him with compassion and maybe hope for the best in him. And I’m certain that there is more than that and there is an attraction between them, but this is a long story and we’re not quite there yet in terms of romance.
—  Michael Narducci on whether Klaus and Cami will ever admit their feelings for each other (x)

Chibs bringing his girl to a Samcro party for @may85 ! Hope you like it!


This definitely wouldn’t be your first date with Filip, but the butterflies in your belly make it feel like it is as you look yourself in the mirror. It’s not as fancy as the other dates he’s taken you on, settling for simple jeans that hug your thighs and bottom in just the right ways along with a a black top that dips down far enough you’re showing a little cleavage and the rest of it flows with the curves of your body.

The two of you are just going to a Samcro party together, you’d already met every one of the guys and felt at peace around them all. You especially got along with Happy, the two of you sitting and talking about various things you have in common. Many of the croweaters believe that you’re simply using Chibs because he’s the V.P. and that your true love is Happy.

The relationship you and Happy have is simply friends, if anything, he looks at you as a sister and you look to him as a brother. In your mind, you could never have actual feelings for Happy, though he’s a handsome man, you’ve only got eyes for Filip himself. And croweaters don’t seem to believe that.

When you hear the rumble of Chibs’ bike outside of your home, you grab your phone and wallet before heading outside, greeting him with a kiss. “You’re lookin’ too good for a good ole SAMCRO party, lass.” Chibs teases and you roll your eyes with a grin and a hint of a blush on your cheeks, patting his chest.

“Have to look good and never less.” You joke with a laugh, pulling Chibs down for a deep kiss, your hands cupping at his cheeks. His hands rest on your hips and he hums against your mouth, moving to deepen it further, though you pull back. “Not disappointing Gemma and showing up late. Plus, Chucky’s cooking and you know how much I love his cooking.” You state.

Chibs huffs softly, moving a hand to pat at your bottom. “I’m gettin’ you to myself later then, love.” He growls and you try ignoring the shiver sent down your spine along with the heat growing between your thighs. “You’ll have me all night, Filip.” You breathe.

Leaving it at that before he gets too caught up in the moment, Chibs steps back onto his bike, getting you settled behind him with his helmet on your head before driving off for the clubhouse.


The moment you two step into the clubhouse, all eyes are on you, the guys smirking. “And the lovely couple makes it on time!” Tig yells, one of the prospects groaning and handing over a hundred dollar bill to Tig. “Taking advantage of the new meat I see, Trager.” You laugh, Tig shrugging with a grin as he leans down to kiss your cheek.

“Just doing business, doll.” Tig laughs and you nod, saying hello to the boys that aren’t preoccupied with a girl on their lap, that including Happy. You and Chibs both know you don’t need each other right there at parties, and Chibs knows that nothing is going on between you and Happy.

So if you slip off after kissing his cheek in the middle of the party to go sit with Happy and talk a little, getting down some beers together, it’s perfectly fine.

What isn’t perfectly fine is that a croweater who’s been eyeing Happy all night gets upset when she sees you with him, the two of you sharing laughs and smiles. The girl grabs a full beer bottle, storming her way towards you and dumping it over your hair and drenching your shirt as well, making you gasp and jump off the barstool you’re sitting on.

Happy immediately stands as well, making sure you’re okay before glaring at the girl as she slams the bottle onto the counter. “You’re a lying, cheating bitch!” She yells and you laugh at her words, wiping beer from your eyes, effectively smearing the makeup you’d worked so hard on that evening.

Chibs hears the commotion, looking up and once his eyes land on you, he immediately stands, making his way over. The girl lunges herself for you but before she can lay a finger on you, Chibs is pulling her back firmly, pointing to the doorway.

“Out! Now!” He barks, the girl looking to Chibs with wide eyes, his voice making her shake slightly. Happy grabs a towel to wipe the beer dripping down your face, Chibs looking to you and sighing. “C'mon, love.” He murmurs, guiding you back to his apartment in the clubhouse.

You follow, the stickiness of the beer making you cringe, Chibs shutting the door behind you. He rummages through clothes as you head into the bathroom, starting the shower, and stripping down.

Once you’re clean and don’t smell completely of beer, you step out and dry yourself off, finding the clothes Chibs has laid on the sink counter. It’s one of his shirts with a pair of baggy boxers that’ll probably be shorts on you.

Stepping into your underwear, you pull the clothes on, sighing at the comfy, clean clothes and heading back into the bedroom, seeing Chibs sat on the bed. He looks up and smiles at the sight of you, motioning you over.

“Feel better?” He murmurs as he settle for straddling his lap, nodding and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Mhm. Don’t reek of beer anymore.” You laugh, kissing Chibs gently and sighing.

“What was all that ‘bout anyways?” He hums, nuzzling your noses together, you sighing. “Everyone thinks I’m using you but fucking Hap on the side.” You explain softly, Chibs pulling back as he rolls his eyes.

“All that matters is I know you’re not fucking Happy on the side.” Chibs sighs, flipping the two of you over and making you laugh as he nuzzles into your neck, his goatee tickling your neck.