so charming and delightful!!!



I’ve only just been able to tear myself away from these beautiful cards in order to make this post. They arrived this morning and ever since, I’ve just been handling them and taking endless photos. I swear, it’s impossible to take a bad picture of this deck! 

Some thoughts and first impressions bellow the cut! 

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How do I love thee, Snowing duet, let me count the ways

Okay, but seriously, I love the Snowing duet for so many reasons.

Starting with Snow White singing to birds, because of course it does.

Charming’s entrance - so delightful it could have its own number.

Charming discovering he’s in the middle of a musical and loving it.

Snow discovering her husband loves being in a musical and loving it.

Taking the time to snog in the middle of epic duet, because priorities.

Charming’s delightful little smirk.

The whole ‘when in musicals, must climb furniture with style’.

Snow’s adorable little shoulder shrug.

And of course, end it on a snog. Because they’re Snow White and Prince Charming, so of course they do.

nct (taeil, taeyong, doyoung, ten, jaehyun, mark, johnny, yuta, winwin, haechan, renjun, jeno, jaemin, chenle and jisung) are so beautiful, attractive, pretty, handsome, alluring, appealing, charming, cute, dazzling, delicate, delightful, elegant, exquisite, fascinating, fine, gorgeous, graceful, grand, lovely, marvellous, superb, stunning, splendid, talented, capable, intelligent, skilled, able, loving, passionate, thoughtful, warm, kind, angelic, otherworldly, celestial, ethereal, radiant, bright and deserving of all the love n support they get n i hope they’re all happy n eating well n getting the rest they need!!!!!! i love nct so much 💛❣️💙💚💓❤️💕💕💘💗💚💕💞💙💓💜💖❤️💛❣️💓💜💚💕💚💕💙❤️♥️💙💗💕❤️💛♥️💜❣️💙💙💛💚♥️💚❤️💓💞💕💕❤️💓💜💓💚💕💜💕💘💓💜💕♥️💓❤️💙❣️💚💕💞💓💕💓💜❣️💖❤️💙♥️💘❣️💞❤️❣️💚❣️💞♥️

The snowball part 11

hey! sorry for the late update, just started uni and things are getting hectic and stressful, thanks for everyone’s patience :) xx

Link to the rest of the chapters x

The remainder of dinner passed solemnly as everyone tried and failed to think of ideas that would allow the Illyrians to stay on their land.

Feyre could feel Rhy’s watchful eyes on her as she poked at her spaghetti, twirling it around on her fork and watching it slowly drip back into the bowl, over and over. She couldn’t understand how Tamlin was even considering helping such a vile company. Lucien had been against it but mentioned that Hybern was offering Tamlin a deal too good to refuse, but at what cost to the Illyrians?

When Feyre looked up Rhys was still watching her. He quirked an eyebrow at her. Tell me what you’re thinking. He seemed to ask. 

In response, Feyre downed the glass of wine Rhys had bought her, and turned to face the group, “I think I know who that single, wealthy investor is.”

Rhys and Mor looked at each other in silent agreement as if Feyre was confirming something they already had guessed, but it was Cassian who asked, “Well tell us.”

“A few weeks ago Tamlin grew… more agitated than usual-”

Mor snorted, “You mean he wasn’t always so delightful and charming?”

Feyre’s face burned in shame and Rhys shot Cassian and Azriel a warning glare as they snickered at Mor’s comment. Underneath the table, Rhys nudged his knee alongside Feyre’s gently, “Go on.” He urged. 

“Lucien said it was because he was working with a new business partner, later on I found out it was Hybern’s company.”

“You say that as if you’ve met the man.” Azriel said.

“I have.” Feyre said, shocking them all.

“When?” Rhys asked quietly.

“Not long ago, he was at our-” Feyre caught herself before quickly amending,  “Tamlin’s house.”

“Of course those two are best buds.” Cassian said.

“He didn’t seem like he wanted to take the deal. But Hybern was making it worth his while.” Feyre countered. 

“Well at least we know how to get to Hybern’s greatest investor.” Azriel was looking intently at Feyre.

“Az.” Mor warned before Rhys quickly interrupted.

“You want to use Feyre as leverage?” 

“Of course not Rhys, I just meant that Tamlin will listen to Feyre. She can try and convince him to withdraw from the plans.”

“But that would mean Feyre has to be near Tamlin again, and like that will happen any time soon.” Amren said. 

Rhys nodded his approval. Feyre could barely sit still while the others made plans about how to sway Tamlin without involving her.

“I’ll do it. If it means protecting these people.” Feyre interrupted quietly.

“Feyre-” Mor began before Rhys silenced her with a look.

“It’s your decision Feyre, but at least think it over first?”

“I have thought it over. I want to do this.”

“I don’t like this Rhys.” Mor said, crossing her arms.

“I never said we’d let her go alone. We can ask him to meet her in public. We can all be nearby just in case. She needs to talk with him anyway, we can’t go on hiding her forever.”

“I agree. Feyre should be able to go back to work, or anywhere in town for that matter, without having to look over her shoulder.” Azriel added.

Feyre nodded at them all, “I’ll ask him to meet me tomorrow.” When she saw Mor anxiously biting her nails across from her she leaned over to grip her hand. “I’ll be fine.” 

“Still. I wish Cassian had already taught you a few boxing lessons.” Mor grumbled.

“It’s not too late.” Cassian said with a devilish smile.

“Cassian it’s nearly 7, let the poor girl sleep.” Amren argued.

“I’ve had enough sleep. I want to learn.” Feyre said earnestly.

Rhys’ eyes twinkled with mischief. “Now this sounds fun.”

Amren and Mor went back home while Feyre once again climbed onto the back of Rhys’ motorcycle. Cassian and Azriel would meet them at the house for Feyre’s first lesson. 

Feyre strode up to the bike confidently and let no fear show on her face as Rhys revved the engine teasingly. 

“There was not nearly as much screaming last time, we may have to change that.”

“Don’t you dare.” Feyre warned, squeezing Rhys’s middle tightly to emphasize it.

“I think you secretly like it.”

“I think I’ve had enough of being scared to death recently, thank you.”

Feyre had meant it as a joke but she felt Rhys deflate as he hung his head low in front of her. Feyre lifted a hand to place it reassuringly on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze to show she hadn’t really meant it. 

“You’d better hold on tight.” Was all Rhys said, a clear message to remove her hand.

Lights were already on at Rhys’ considerably large house when they arrived. Removing her helmet, Feyre gaped at the townhouse.

“There it goes.” Rhys interrupted.


“Any hope that you would like me for my dashing looks and personality alone now.”

Feyre smiled and pushed his shoulder playfully as he showed her into the house.

Cassian and Azriel were waiting for them in a spare room which had been cleared out for Cassian’s boxing equipment.

“About time. Did you guys get lost?” Azriel asked.

“Probably best not to ask what those two get up to in their spare time.” Cassian joked, sending Feyre a wink.

“Are you just trying to anger Feyre enough so she’ll actually punch you Cassian?” Rhys replied.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m perfectly capable of punching him with no foreplay needed.” 

Cassian roared with laughter and even Rhys shot her a delighted grin. 

“You might want these first then.” Azriel said, tossing her a pair of obviously used gloves.

“You should really wrap your hands first. Here let me.” Rhys grabbed a roll of bandaging and held out an expectant hand.

Feyre noticed Cassian and Azriel suddenly finding other places in the room to be and averted their gazes as she placed her hand in Rhys’. He barely looked up at her as he silently bound her hands with surprising gentleness.

“Alright now try flexing them, can you move okay?” He asked when he finished.

Feyre tested out her mummified hands before nodding and slipping on a pair of gloves. Then Cassian approached her with a pair of punching pads on each hand, grinning wickedly at her.

Some agonizing hours later, Feyre was permitted to stop for the night. She slumped on the floor in the corner, gulping down water that Azriel had gotten for her. 

Cassian had been relentless, but a good teacher. Azriel and Rhys had stayed to call out encouragement and give advice when Cassian permitted them. Feyre’s punches had been sloppy and weak at first, but by the end of the session, Cassian actually winced a few times. Whether he was humoring her or not, Feyre didn’t care. 

She shook out her bruised and raw hands and Rhys was immediately there to remove the bandage and holding an ice pack.

“We’ve all been there.” He smiled when she noticed the ice.

They all moved to the living room as Cassian began to complain about his aching legs and feet. Azriel put the tv on as he and Cassian took the only armchairs available, leaving the small couch for Rhys and Feyre.

 Rhys shrugged as he moved to sit, a challenge on his face as Feyre hesitated. Steeling herself, Feyre sat next to him. The couch was so small that no matter what way Feyre sat, her thigh was always touching Rhys. 

It wasn’t long before Azriel went to bed claiming lack of sleep. Then the lolling of Cassian’s head and soft snoring announced he had fallen asleep in his chair. Feyre laughed while Rhys tried to quieten her.

“He gets grumpy if woken from a nap.” He explained grinning.

Rhys was so close she could practically hear his heart beating quickly as he seemed to take note of how close she also was to him. Feyre tried looking around to distract herself, and that was when she noticed faint scorch marks on the wall near the tv. 

“Did Tamlin do that?”

Rhys followed her gaze before sighing. “Yes. I would say he didn’t mean to but I think I would be lying.”

“I’ll get him to pay for any damages tomorrow.”

“I don’t need his money.” Rhys said, a faint look of disgust on his face. “I really wish you weren’t doing this.” He added, suddenly serious.

“Then why are you going along with it?”

“Because I believe you need to face him. Because we need your help. Because you’re the only one who may be able to convince him to stop all this.”

“And what if the only way to get him to agree is if I go back to him?”

Rhys went still. An icy rage settled over him but the hand that reached for Feyre’s hand remained gentle. As his fingers locked around hers she nearly flinched, remembering the last time Tamlin’s hand had closed over her wrist. 

“Do you want to go back?” Rhys asked, staring at her intently.

Feyre paused. Considered the question seriously. “No.”

Feyre loved Tamlin. Maybe a small part of her always would. But she could not forgive the way she had been treated. No matter the stress he was under, Tamlin should never have hurt her. Mor and Amren had helped her understand that. Azriel and Cassian had helped her to laugh and made her not feel so lonely when she had felt unhappy in Tamlin’s empty house. 

And Rhys. Rhys had taught her to read. Allowed her to work for him. Gotten her out of bed and exploring new places when she had felt like doing nothing but sleeping for a year. Not to mention given her a safe place to go when she needed to get away from Tamlin. 

Rhys studied her carefully. His gaze seeming to read all these thoughts racing through her head. “Why not?”

“I don’t think I can ever go back to how things were between us. You’ll be there tomorrow right? In case…” Feyre finished uncertainly.

“I’ll be there.” Rhys promised.

A bit of tension left Feyre as she prayed for everything to go right. 

“Feyre, if Tamli-” Rhys began but Feyre cut him off.

“I don’t want to talk about Tamlin anymore.”

Rhys appraised her sudden boldness. A purr crept into his voice as he asked, “What do you want to talk about then Feyre darling?”

“I don’t want to talk either.” 

And before she lost her nerve, Feyre leaned forward and removed all distance between her and Rhys. Her hands reached out to grip his face as her lips crashed into his. If Rhys was shocked he didn’t show it, his hands winding through Feyre’s hair and pulling her closer. 

Feyre slid one of her hands to the nape of Rhy’s neck, running her hands through the silky strands there. Rhys countered by extricating a hand from her hair and sliding it down and around her waist. A small gasp was elicited from Feyre as his hand gripped her, Rhy’s thumb sweeping in small circles up her side. 

A few minutes crept by, Feyre’s hand travelling to rest upon Rhys’s chest as he hummed contentedly, until an awful gurgling noise from Cassian had them springing apart. Cassian’s head snapped up as he woke. 

“What’d I miss?” He asked with a sleepy voice. 

His eyes widened as he noticed the flush on Feyre’s cheeks, both of their messed up hair, and how Feyre’s shirt had ridden up to show just a sliver of her stomach. A cheshire cat grin slowly spread across Cassian’s face.

“I was just about to take Feyre to bed- I MEAN HOME!” Rhys said, horrified.

Cassian only laughed and even Feyre couldn’t hold back her laughter at being caught. 

“Whatever Rhys, just maybe next time, ask for some privacy.” Cassian got up and strolled from the room, shoulders still silently shaking from laughter.

Rhys looked at Feyre sheepishly. “I really should be getting you home.”

“Only if we don’t take that bike.”

“So you’re saying if the bike is the only option you’ll just have to stay here?” Rhys said smirking.

Ferye flicked him on the nose. “No it means I’ll ask Azriel to drop me home instead, you prick.”

Rhys laughed. “Prick already is it? Why only a few minutes ago you-” 

Feyre silenced him straight away with a small peck on his lips. He looked down at her almost dazed.

“Just take me home please.”

“Of course.”

pterodactylichexameter  asked:

Mesta + Cassian


  • falls asleep on the couch- Cassian is probably most likely to do it. The man can fall asleep anywhere, literally. He just cat naps through the day. Nesta grumbles because he takes up the whole couch (and drools a little bit) but Mor thinks it’s cute. Mor occasionally joins him in these naps like Nesta will come in one night and they started reading/watching a movie together or something and both fell asleep curled around each other after like half an hour. 

  • makes friends with the neighbors- Cassian, probably. He has a lot of thoughts on how it is good to be Neighbourly. Nesta is just like >:( people most of the time and doesn’t understand why they have to acknowledge their existence. (’But Nes, what if we run out of sugar one day!?’ ‘….Then we’ll go to the store and buy more.’ ‘No, that’s not-’ ‘And you’re living with me, Cassian, I would never be so disorganised as to allow us to run out of sugar, what a stupid thing to suggest.’)

     Cass gives her up as a bad job and ropes Mor in to help him charm the neighbours. She’s delighted to do so (but has a little bit too much fun rubbing their slightly unusual polyamorous set-up in the faces of the more conservative neighbours…She likes to aggressively make out with Nesta in front of them to make them uncomfortable too. Mor is living life right) 

  • is the adventurous eater- Cassian and Mor together will try pretty much anything. Cass is quite fond of trying new recipes and he and Mor will tuck into it. If Cassian cooks it, Mor will put it in her mouth, that’s just one of the fundamental rules for her existence. Nesta is really fussy with her food but Cassian doesn’t mind cooking her something safe and simple alongside whatever weird and wonderful thing he’s doing for himself and Mor. 

  • hogs the covers at night- I want to say Mor. Nesta just hogs Cassian and his warmth and wings and that’s enough for her…Mor will snuggle in against him too but sometimes it’s not enough and she wraps herself in an extra blanket first. Cassian and Nesta really don’t mind, Nesta hates being too warm and Cass is used to it (Mor will throw an extra blanket over him/coax the fire a little warmer if she thinks he’s chilly but too gruff to do anything about it though) 

  • forgets to do the dishes- Probably Mor. It’s something she and Cassian probably bicker about more than anything else. Cassian likes things to be clean and neat and tidy and Mor is just like “I don’t have time for that nonsense.” “YOU’RE IMMORTAL, MORRIGAN.” “……AND YET.” 

  • tries to surprise their partner more often- Mor does most of the surprising. Nesta isn’t too keen on it and Cassian isn’t too fussed but Mor likes spoiling the people that she loves and making them feel special. Sometimes she’ll go and visit Cassian at the camps if he has to go away for a while, or she’ll do the same for Nesta while she’s away on emissary business and they both love that so much. (Nesta and Cassian will occasionally get together to surprise Mor. if she has a long day at the CoN they’ll have a bath drawn for her and a lovely meal all prepared and will just pamper her when she gets back. She loves them so much and always gets a little bit overwhelmed when they go to so much effort for her, though she tries to hide it) 

  • leaves dirty laundry on the floor- Mor and/or Nesta. Cassian fumes at both of them but it never makes any difference. 

  • stays up til 2 AM reading- Definitely Nesta. Sleep is a thing for lesser immortals when she has a good book to finish. Cassian and Mor need to work together to get her to stop but mostly they don’t because it’s just so much easier to let her finish her book. (Cassian will sometimes go rescue her if she hasn’t shown up by like 4 because inevitably she’s fallen asleep on the couch and he feels obliged to scoop her up and take her to bed) 

  • sings in the shower- Mor sings loudly and exuberantly and dances and just the whole routine. Nesta will sort of quietly mumble to herself if she’s on her own but not when Mor and Cass are there with her. Cassian will sometimes join Mor in her loud, exuberant singing until Nesta yells at them to stop screeching like a pair of starving alley cats. 

  • takes the selfies- Mor, definitely. She looks fabulous and she wants that documented properly. Cassian invites himself into these selfies quite a lot and she yells at him. They both have to physically drag Nesta to them, she’s allergic to cameras and will go out of her way to avoid them. 

  • plans date night- Mor will do it most often but Cassian will chip in and do it if it’s for her birthday or a surprise for her or something. but Mor likes doing it the most, she knows the best places to go and her dates are always smooth and streamlined and very well planned. Which Nesta is always very grateful for. Cass just sort of goes with the flow. If his ladies are happy, he’s happy. 

The Rifter Series by Ginn Hale / Character: Ravishan/Kahlil

Ravishan looked up at him, as if he were startled, then slowly his expression melted into a radiant smile. John realized that part of what made Ravishan’s smiles so charming was the sense of surprised delight that they conveyed. He never seemed to expect happiness…”


Royalty!AU just because Lance would look incredible in a crown (or a tiara)

“But, your Majesty–”

“Tiago, how many times have I told you not to call me that?”

Lance’s manservant hesitates a moment before bowing his head.

“Your Grace–”


Finally, Tiago sighs. “Your Highne–”

“Still not listening.”

Tiago looks like he’s about to tear up. “Prince Lance-ah Banana of the Swiggity Swagga Pajamas–”

Lance smirks in his direction. “Yeeeees?”

Tiago’s eyes flit heavenward. God grant him patience. “–you were due at the Galran court over an hour ago.”

“No, that’s tomorrow.”

The pained expression on Tiago’s face intensifies. “I’m afraid not, your maj–Prince Lance-ah Banana of the Swiggi… ugh.”

Lance stares at him.

“Oh. Shit.”

“We should’ve known the Altean delegates weren’t planning on showing up,” Keith hisses to his liege, Crown Prince Takashi Shirogane of the Earthian palace. Shiro, as he prefers to be called, nudges his head knight with his elbow.

“It’s fine, we knew Princess Allura was on a peacekeeping mission on Arus, and her brother may have been needed elsewhere.”

Keith grimaces. “Or that airhead just forgot–”

“Did anyone send for the most handsome prince in the universe?”

Keith’s grimace morphs into a wince. “–the meaning of humility.”

Prince Lance sweeps through the room like a tornado of butterflies, leaving swooning and stares of awe in the aftermath of his social flouncing. Keith just barely suppresses a shudder when the Prince of Altea bows to Shiro and brushes his lips over his knuckles, eyes locked on Keith’s with the rapt attention of a predator. Shiro doesn’t seem to notice; or, if he does, the dastardly Prince just wants to leave Keith to suffer.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Prince Lance purrs as he sidles in close to Keith. He does this every time there’s a big interplanetary function and it drives Keith up any available vertical surface that can be called a wall.

“I assure you that the pleasure is all mine, your Highness,” he forces out from his clenched jaw. A muscle jumps in his temple under the tension.

Prince Lance winks at him and he tries not to let it show that his insides have liquefied.

Ugh, why does the bratty Altean Prince have to be so… lovely to look at?

“Keith, sweetheart, I must insist that you call me–”

“I am not calling you that stupid title–”

“It’s not stupid!”

“With all due respect, your Majesty, it’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Prince Lance pouts in the way that only royalty can pout, because he honestly doesn’t know how to deal with people refusing to give him things on his terms.


Keith’s eyebrow twitches.

“Ugh, fine! Prince Lance-ah Banana…” he lets the rest trail off into an unintelligible mumble.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

Keith’s face reddens. This is so humiliating.

“Prince Lance-ah Banana of the Swiggity Swagga Pajamas! There? Are you happy now?”

Prince Lance chuckles and presses a light kiss to Keith’s cheekbone. It is so soft and delicate it feels like a dewdrop might feel on a flower petal, cradled fondly on a fragrant bed.

“Delighted,” Prince Lance grins. “It sounds so charming, coming from you.”

Keith feels his face burning up to the roots of his hair. Prince Lance offers his hand, palm up in invitation.

“May I have this dance?” he asks, the epitome of royal poise and elegance.

This, coming from the guy who literally just asked to be referred to as a fruit in elaborate sleepwear.

Still, Keith can’t resist. He lets Prince Lance lead him out onto the dancefloor, feeling incredibly self-conscious to be twirled about amongst all the nobility. Prince Lance is a great dancer (of course, dammit) and he effortlessly leads Keith through a complicated sequence of steps that Keith struggles to keep up with. Finally, Prince Lance snakes his arm around Keith’s waist from behind and pulls their chests flush together, noses so close they’d be bumping into one another if they turn their heads just so.

“Are you going to run away when the clock strikes midnight?” Prince Lance asks with an unfairly beautiful smile.

Keith absolutely does not squeak out an indignant, “Of course not.”

Prince Lance chuckles.

“Well then, I suppose you didn’t notice you lost your shoe on the other side of the ballroom.”

Curse this awful, gorgeous, horrible, stunning man!

Happy Lance Month! Anyone else counting down to Lance’s birthday? Unfortunately the big fic I was working on won’t be done since I am at work overnight, yet again… oh well. It’ll be done when it gets done. <3 Happy early birthday to this giant space dork.

Jealous (Charles Xavier x Female!Reader)

Series: Read My Mind

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Summary: Charles gets a bit jealous. (Title and summary are a loose definition of the story.)

Requested: No. Wanna hear it in Spanish? No. (I’ve never even seen that show, but I love the line.)

Warnings: Charles punches a guy (it feels like I’ve had to type that a lot recently), a creepy guy, alluding to sex

Author’s Note: Part five of that thing. And hey look! More than just a drabble piece! 

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The camera shows Bucky and Paul Hollywood facing eachother across Bucky’s bench with identical poses, arms crossed over their chests, equally menacing glares directed at eachother in some sort of Baking Stand Off. As Paul starts to lift an eyebrow in an obviously daring manner Bucky raises his own eyebrow parroting his nemesis, otherwise not moving a muscle neither to breathe nor blink. Out-stonewalled Paul is the first to break form. Obviously annoyed he turns away thrusting his arm out at the last second to snatch a piece of chocolate from Bucky’s bench. Bucky lunges across the counter to stop the chocolate thief but Paul swings his hip away and darts off screen. Bucky looks at the camera and growls. The camera shakily moves away and they cut to the next scene.

Mel comments, “Watch it Paul, the Sarge never misses.”

The Holtzmann-Rogers Plan of Action    

by @krycek-asks

Ghostbusters! And the Great British Bake Off! And Shrinkyclinks! This fic is amazing, cute and charming. I laughed so much and @krycek-asks is a delight for keeping up with me and my constant awfulness. Go read it, it’s perfect!

And you know, how there are these amazing GBBO Illustration in every episode showing the contestant’s creations? Yeah well, it was always my dream to make them. So… if you ever need a new artist: consider this my application, GBBO team :D

otterandterrier  asked:

💕 Han/Leia

💕: Who is more likely to make huge declaration of love in front of other people?

This is a tough one for Han and Leia, because I don’t think either of them are shy about expressing their love for each other in front of others, but I also don’t think either of them are big on huge public declarations of love. They would tend to see it as inviting people into something that is theirs, and they tend to value their privacy since they don’t get a lot of it.

However, we know Leia has already made a huge declaration of love in front of Darth Vader, Boba Fett, and quite a few stormtroopers as well as Chewie, Lando, and Threepio (who you know brings up this declaration in an awkward and NOT HELPFUL way at some point when Han is in carbonite). So when it’s a life or death thing, clearly at least Leia is down with that.

However, I’m going to say Han for this one. Because Han does not give a crap about what people think of him, and once he and Leia are together and not a subject of a betting pool by the Rogues, he is happy to declare his love for her to them and anybody else who wants to listen. He would never do a public proposal (by the way, NEVER do those, they are terrible and no one should ever be held to an answer they give when being proposed to on a Jumbotron), but after the engagement is public he is more than happy to declare his love for Leia on all the holo talk shows. (He’s so charming when he wants to be that he makes a delightful guest. All the shows want to have him on because he has such colorful anecdotes and he clearly is totally bonkers in love with the Princess. Leia totally rolls her eyes at this, but she watches every segment he’s on with pride.)

Judging Functions and Projection Examples

Following my article on Judging Functions and Projection, here I’ll be elaborating more on this and adding more examples.

Projection may happen through the misuse of any of the Judging Functions (Te, Fe, Ti, Fi), whether they are higher on the personality type function stack, lower or even positioned as Shadow Functions. As long as there’s a lack of honest self-examination, projection is likely to occur. It may happen out of ill-will, goodwill or simply ignorance.

Narcissists (both overt and covert) are known to often project their worst traits onto others while denying them in themselves. In contrast, people who do not give themselves all the credit they deserve may project their best traits onto others while failing to recognize them in themselves. It can happen in a mixed way as well.

Anyone may project from time to time and realize and amend it after the fact, but some people may go on actively projecting for a long time. The latter rises concern as it can be highly problematic for everyone involved.

Projection can be born out of worry for what one does not want to accept and out of wish for what one wants to accept. These are only a few examples:

Extraverted Thinking (Te)
“You’re weak.”
“You’re incompetent.”
”You’re stupid.”
“You talk nonsense.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re strong and bold.”
“You can do this and you’ll get it done.”
“You’re smart.”
“You make sense.”
“You speak firmly and with confidence. You must know very well what you’re talking about.”

Extraverted Feeling (Fe)
“You’re an embarrassment.”
“You’re disruptive.”
“You’re immature.”
“You have nothing to contribute.”
“You’re making others uncomfortable.”
”You’re so lovely and likable.”
“You’re so considerate.”
“You’re so wise.”
“You’re so helpful and generous.”
“You’re a charming delight.”

Introverted Thinking (Ti)

“You’re believing lies.”
“You’re lying.”
“You’re incoherent.”
“You’re inconsistent and defective.”
“Pieces are missing. You are hiding something from me.”
“You’re discerning.”
“You’re truthful.”
“You’re brilliant.”
“You’re original and innovative.”
“You’re highly proficient at describing and explaining concepts.”

Introverted Feeling (Fi)

“You’re naive.”
“You’re selfish.”
“You’re engaging in toxicity and corruption.”
“You lack integrity and you’re a hypocrite.”
“You’re shallow, fake and a copy of others.”
“You know what’s right for you.”
“Deep down you’re incredibly kind and loving.”
“You wouldn’t do something that would weigh on your conscience, at least not for long.”
“You’re doing your best at becoming better.”
“You’re authentic, sincere and creative.”

Now, while these statements may be accurate or inaccurate assessments in some cases, at times they are the result of projection. Always take some time to check for projection so that you can retain clarity (and sanity). It also helps to keep your own levels of worrying and wishing in moderation.

Note: These example statements are grouped by commonality with the functions’ nature. However, they are not necessarily exclusive to the functions they’re listed under and may come out in other forms.

anonymous asked:

I love love love your blog!! Do you have any fic recs? Maybe some protective Bucky? Or some h/c:)

I’m happy to hear you’re enjoying my posts, anon!! Oh man, do I have some fic recs though… I have so many! I assume you’re asking about winteriron since you mention Bucky and that’s what I mostly post about these days. I’ve read so many winteriron writings…

I’ll limit these to protective Bucky and hurt/comfort like you suggested, because otherwise this fic rec list would go on forever!

Winterion Fic Recs—

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30 Days of Fire Emblem Day 4: Favorite Sword-User

Meg from Radiant Dawn

(Note that for Sword users I’m not counting just anyone who can use a sword, Im choosing between units who start in a sword only class i.e. myrms, mercs, etc)

Man, I really love joke characters in FE.  Shanam in Thracia 776 is a very good one and Wrys is a hoot and a half, but I think Meg is easily the best of the bunch (and conveniently is of the Sword Armor class).  Everything about Meg is charming and hilarious and delightful, partly because theres so many paradoxes about her.  She’s this tiny little big girl who is wandering around a war torn foreign country looking for a single man who she has no specific location for.  Its completely insane.  Its like if a French farmer in 2016 sent his teenage daughter alone to Syria saying “find your husband, hes in Syria right now probably, I’m not sure though since I havent seen or heard from him in 3 years.  Just poke around till you see him.”  Whats even more crazy is that she seemingly tracked him down most of the way on her own.  That or she just got super lucky.  As a unit shes got a terrible strength stat and growth yet shes allegedly able to lift cows by herself.  She joins as an armor when you are desperate for some defense for the squishy Dawn Brigade and Surprise!  She has terrible base defense and defense growth.   Shes practically a myrm or a peg knight with her stats and growths.  One of the things I really appreciate about her is that even though she is heavy set in terms of design, and its possible her weight is supposed to be another funny thing about her, it never comes up anywhere in the script, to my knowledge, and her weight isnt played for laughs.  The same is true for her dad and I appreciate that a lot.  If anything is funny about her appearance wise its that shes so small, its especially funny if you get her to Marshall.  Shes just this tiny knight with majestic armor and a silly little Meg head with no helmet to top it off. 

Things I dont like about Meg:

  • Nothing.  Shes perfect.  All of her flaws as a unit just make her even funnier and more endearing so shes actually just a perfect little peach.

Seriously, look at her Cipher art:

Fantastic.  Shes completely charming and precious. 

A sketch of a scene I’ve always liked a lot from Diana Wynne Jones’ ‘The Pinhoe Egg’ novel (Chrestomanci Series). I simply love Cat/Eric Chant. I’ve always pictured him as a small boy with huge pale eyes and a mass of silky, pale blond hair. In Pinhoe Egg though he his supposed to be a little older, though his exact age is never revealed. I figure he must be around 12 on this, and Marianne close to 14. I love how he seems to have grown into a much more relaxed and laid-back person in this novel. The little boy we discovered in 'Charmed Life' used to be so timid and insecure, I was delighted to see him become confident and bloom once Gwendolen’s bad influence was removed from his life. I still fancy him rather timid though. Introverted, I guess.

I also fancy he has a small crush on Marianne, though that’s probably just me being silly~

Edgar Pinhoe saw her. “Not now, Marianne,” he said. “I’m with prospective buyers. Run along home, there’s a good girl.” His domination spell was back, aimed at Marianne. Cat wondered what good Edgar Pinhoe thought it would do, when his magic was only about warlock level and this girl’s was pretty well as strong as Millie’s. And Millie, of course, was an enchantress.
Sure enough, the domination spell bounced off Marianne. Cat was not sure she even noticed it.

Characters and story belong to the magical Diana Wynne Jones 


so l was watching expelled again and my phone paused the movie itself and l couldn’t be happier to see this 😍😍😍😍😍 his smile is so appealing, cute, charming, delightful, marvelous, radiant, pulchritudinous

Hufflepuffs growing marijuana in herbology greenhouse #5 and using charms to ward off the smell, claiming it’s an herb for a potion, and Neville is just naive enough to believe them because he spent his teen years in the war instead of experimenting with drugs. 

They sell it out of the dorm and peddle snacks from the kitchen elves. The anti-smell charm costs an extra galleon. 

The elves are delighted so many students keep requesting midnight snacks.


“When the filming got started, she and Larry were separated. He went to New York to do a play with Katharine Cornell called ‘No Time For Comedy’ and this upset Vivien very, very much. She was motivated by the fact that she wanted to hurry, hurry, hurry and finish this film as soon as possible so she could get back to the man she loved. As long as the crew and the director would work with her, she wanted to go. And at, what would usually be, the end of the day she would say, ‘Vic, darling, could we do just two more shots?’ And she did it with so much charm and delight that she got away with it! Vivien and Scarlett were first cousins, in my opinion, because they were both very cunning, conniving and manipulative. Vivien knew how to get what she wanted, and she usually did.-Sunny Lash, Vivien’s live-in secretary during filming.

tailkinker-to-ennien said: No. Two rec-posts in a day would not be too much. Definitely not.
monstrousreg said: let me speak completely out of selfish self interest and ask you to pOST THE HIDDLESWORTH ONE NOW

You’re both terrible. I couldn’t reasonably put all the HIDDLESWORTH RECS into this post, because I’ve done enough that breaking it up into two or three parts is far more advisable, but I definitely chose ones that I think are some of my favorites or else really good introductions to the pairing. Basically, though, if you want to get into Hiddlesworth and you’re not sure whether or not you’ll like it, just try the top ones by rangerdanger because they’re what finally made me cave when velociraptor-hands said HERE READ THESE and it’s just pretty much snowballed onwards from there for me. (And I’m not complaining at all.)

I know some of them might seem like odd choices (there are a lot of AUs or things like catboys), but I swear this is a really good list of ones that I think just work as fic and are tailored to luring you in/serving as good introduction pieces! :D (But seriously. Read everything of rangerdanger’s. She’ll hook you like that.)

sugar blue by rangerdanger, chris/tom, NSFW, au, 25k

tom flees west. or goes on another weird vacation. ranch au.

again and again by rangerdanger, chris/tom, NSFW, au, 18k

au fics written for and prompted by various people across tumblr.

ergonomics by rangerdanger, chris/tom, NSFW, office au, 22k

office au. work is hell but chris tries to cope.

drop it doe eyes by rangerdanger, chris/tom, NSFW, au, 8.8k

tom, who is nineteen, spends an interesting summer at his host family’s farm in australia.

The End is the Crown by Velociraptor_Hands, chris/tom, NSFW eventually, mafia au, dub con, 6.9k

Tomorrow night he had a date with a sociopath; a criminal, Russian sociopath who was known for clawing out the eyes of his enemies. It was easy to dismiss those reports as rubbish when sat in front of the man in question. Chris didn’t seem unbalanced, just arrogant and too handsome for his own good. Back on familiar territory with Ben, the harsh light of reality told Tom otherwise. He needed all his wits about him if he was to come out of this unscathed and still employed.

hiddlesworth office au by thisdorkyblogthing [ mobile ver. ], chris/tom, NSFW, 4k

Chris started looking into getting a personal assistant upon his dad’s urging. He’d just gotten the promotion of a lifetime after years of hard work, slowly making his way up the corporate ladder, from lowly intern working absurd hours and making copies to having his own office with view that made him get why some of these guys got on weird power trips.

Otp challenge - 24. Roleplaying by takemetothedungeons [ mobile ver. ], chris/tom, NSFW, role playing, references to thor/loki, 3.2k

Chris was giddy, there was no other way to put it. No amount of pinching costume, caked make-up and itchy hair extensions could put his good mood out. There were good parts of playing Thor, there were bad parts of playing Thor and then there was Tom. We are back.

30 Day OTP Porn Challenge! - Oral by amberfox17 [ mobile ver. ], chris/tom, NSFW, catboy!tom, 2.9k

Chris has almost, almost finished job three of the sixteen on his to-do list when he hears a dull thud from the living room and a distinctive, displeased yowl. This is swiftly followed by another thud. And another yowl. And again: thud and now a louder yowl. Thud. Longer, louder, the-world-will-end-if-no-one-pays-attention-to-me-yowl and ok, Chris has had enough.

One very special cat by amberfox17, chris/tom, nsfw, catboy!chris, 17.3k

Catboy Chris AU: Tom wasn’t even sure he wanted a Hybrid, yet somehow he’s ended up taking home a six-foot Feline/Human cross named Chris who likes bacon, ear scratches and sleeping naked. This is going to be a problem.

All At Sea by curds_and_wheyface, chris/tom, NSFW, au, 9.2k

Tom spends a month after University graduation in Cambodia. There he finds a lot of rain, a dubious-looking tourist boat and a man named Chris.

Company Policy by homesweethomicide13, chris/tom, NSFW, office au, fluff, 60k

Tom’s just a temp PA working in a single department for one of the biggest companies in the city. He doesn’t expect much to come from it - just a bit of money and some experience to help him along the way whilst he writes his novel. When he finds himself rather unexpectedly trapped in an elevator with the head of the company - Chris - his life unknowingly takes a rather bizarre turn. Chris is a billionaire, a man with the world at his fingertips and anything he could ever want is probably already his - so what does he want with an ordinary temp whose only claim to riches was a savings account left by his grandparents five years ago?

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