sometimes i feel like i'm the only one to watch some tv shows

anonymous asked:

I hope this isn't too much to ask😶 Could I request a smut where your boyfriend Jimin and his bff Hobi have had a stressful day at work so he brings J-Hope home for dinner and asks you to help "relieve" both of their stress?😉 Once again I'm sorry if it's too much😅

Exhale:

Your body was light, laying against the couch as you watched the TV flick different images. Yawning gently, you wrinkled your nose feeling the buzz of your phone against your bare stomach. Laying in your panties and bra was common while your boyfriend was away. You groaned lifting the screen up to see that your boyfriend had messaged you. His name popping up with little heart emoji’s and other decorations around it. Laughing to yourself, your hands were quick to work in opening the document.

From: Jibi

‘Baby, I’m coming home and bringing Hoseok with me.. We both had a hard day and he feels to worst so please let him stay! Whatever you cook is fine we will be there in a few hours so no bra and panties! Love you’

From: Bunny

‘You’re lucky I fucking love you. I’ll be waiting. Don’t be too long.’

Sighing softly, you rolled off the couch after a ten-minute self-debate treading into the kitchen. Looking around with your hands on your hips you looked at things that wouldn’t take too long to cook because they would be home. Settling for steamed dumplings, shrimp fried rice and beef tips it only took a couple of minutes for the kitchen to be smelling like heaven. While the food cooked, you found yourself roaming down the hallway and to your shared room with Jimin. You didn’t want to seem overly dressed but enough to make yourself look nice. Hoseok and Jimin had been friends for a while and you had to admit sometimes you did cheek out the taller male whenever he came home with Jimin and it made you giddy to know he would be close to you again tonight. Feet scampering across the floor your outfit attire was something simple, red matching lace (because you wanted to relieve Jimin some after Hoseok left) and on top of that you placed on pink cute thigh highs with kittens on them, a long button down dress shirt of Jimin’s that was black. Styling your hair up into a messy bun your face was done lightly. Soft trace of your favorite shade of lipstick against your lips. Once you were done you checked the time and ran back down stairs to finish cooking, sliding across the floor in your socked feet.

In what seemed like hours later you managed to prepare three plates of food pressing them down on the kitchen table. A bottle of beer for the two men and you opted for a bottle of wine, drinking some occasionally while you cooked. You made sure to clean up the dirty dishes and straighten up the house a bit, spraying some air freshener to make the house a bit better. The door was pushed open and you heard the soft murmurings of voices followed by strings of laughter that made your heart tug in the slightest way. You walked from the kitchen with your hands behind your back. Hoseok wasn’t facing you but from the side he looked so fucking good. Light brown hair combed back, a pair of black slacks on his thighs and a button down white shirt. His red tie draping around his neck made you lick your lips slightly at the sight before your gaze was turned to your handsome boyfriend Jimin. You loved his style, simple tight dark skinny jeans and a button down gray shirt with the first three buttons as well as his tie undone. His blonde hair was combed back in the same style of Hoseok’s but he also just looked so damn good. Jimin turned towards you after pulling off his shoes, his eyes looked at you once over and the simple flick of his tongue against his lower lip let you know that you were in for a surprise.

“Jagi. I missed you.” He purred walking your way. The way he addressed you, with so much want had you wanting to push Hoseok out of the house so that you could just ride your boyfriends dick until you were both satisfied.

“I missed you too baby.” You cooed softly letting your arms drape around his neck as he gripped at the sides of your hips pulling you closer to him. You could feel his barely hard erection letting a smirk dance on your lips you leaned forward biting on his bottom lip.

“Be good bunny. Or daddy will punish you.” He made a fake pout before he slapped your ass with one hand. “Besides we have a guest over tonight, don’t we?” He asked pulling back from you. Hoseok was just standing there watching, his hands buried into the confines of his slacks he wasn’t worried about a thing.

“Hello Hoseok! It’s nice to see you again!” You said in a rather flustered tongue, his name sliding off your tongue as you danced to him, having to hop up on tiptoes to place your arms around his neck in a hug.

“Hello princess.” He greeted simply, his strong arms wrapping around to lock against your lower back. He picked you up, one of his hands pressing down against the lowest deep of your back. It caused you to feel your cheeks heat up more from his touch but shaking it off as just friendly you went with it. “And please just call me Hobi. No reason to be so formal.” He smiled setting you down patting your head. It made you want to pout and rip open Jimin’s shirt to yell “I’m the adult here!” but you didn’t do it. You kept it inside. “What did you cook, it smells good.” Hoseok continued like nothing was wrong.

“Yeah baby is the food ready I’m really hungry.” Jimin frowned hugging you from behind. You suddenly felt the space was too small and you wanted to get away. Nodding your head up at a smiling Hobi you waddled around with Jimin towards the kitchen showing them the food.

“Damn she’s cooked and it’s set out. You have a keeper.” Hoseok chuckled walking towards the table.

Directing him and Jimin to sit in front of you, you sat in front of Jimin as you all started to eat. It was much quieter than you had expected. Because usually they had everything to talk about. At first you didn’t really pay attention to it, your eyes were focused on the dumpling that was plopped in your mouth with delicious juices from the meat and vegetables seeping out onto your tongue. It wasn’t until you felt a foot press against yours that you were looking up from your meal. Jimin was watching you but Hoseok was not doing too much of anything. Fork gently pushing against his food, his eyebrows were drawn together and his face stoic as if he was searching or debating about something in his mind. Jimin made a face to you and getting his understanding you cleared your throat a bit looking at Hoseok once more.

“Is everything tasting ok Hobi?” You asked giving him a gentle smile. He paused looking up at you seeming to pull himself from his trance. Nodding his head, he plopped a dumpling into his mouth chewing on it.

“Mmmmm so good! Really good Y/N.” He started to shove food into his mouth eating to keep himself distracted and being half satisfied you went back to eating your own food as well. The kitchen filled with nothing but the forks hitting the plates or sips of things. The wine had you a bit buzzed and all you could think about was straddling Jimin so that wasn’t a help in your current state. Once you were all done you gathered the plates moving them to the sink to wash them up and finish cleaning off the counter. Jimin and Hoseok had talked about minor things but it wasn’t anything too great or interesting. You dried off the dishes, moving everything back and pouring yourself another glass of wine you made your way back to the table sitting down. Looking around at both you and Hoseok, Jimin opened his mouth pressing his hands down against the table.

“So.. I’ve been thinking.” He started out softly, his fingers dancing against the brown marbled surface his ears were turning red as he cleared his throat.

“Well?” You asked crossing your legs under the table sipping from your wine.

“Have sex with Hoseok.” Jimin said in a rush looking up at you. Hoseok lifted his eyebrows and your hand froze your drink inches from your lips as you stare at your boyfriend. Your fucking unpredictable boyfriend.

“Excuse me?” You started.

“Y-yeah this is silly Jimin she is your girlfriend stop it.” Hoseok said in a flustered state. Your eyebrow rose as you looked at him. The cool and confident Hoseok was nervous? Please.

“It makes perfect sense!” Jimin urged raising his hands. “Hear me out please?” He asked you both. Swallowing a large gulp of your wine you gave a curt nod crossing your legs because you hoped for it. You felt part bad for wanting it but Jimin was your boyfriend and if he was offering it. You would take this chance. “Hoseok. I know you’ve had a long day at work. You’ve barely spoken. I know managing accounts and working on projects has had you worked up. Usually you go to the club or find random flings and buy them drinks and take them home. Then when they wake up the next morning they leave or get clingy. Well Y/N is my girlfriend. And a friend to you. At least this way you’d be saving money and doing it with someone you trust. And bunny.. You’ve talked about wanting to try something different. Why not do it tonight?” Jimin asked letting his brown orbs pierce through you. You blinked, and then you did it again before your eyes roamed over to Hoseok’s dark brown orbs that bare into you waiting for you to answer. “So?” Jimin asked hopeful after what seemed like a pause of silence.

“If.. She is willing to. I won’t say no.” Hoseok said softly licking over his plump bottom lips. “I have worked up energy I want worked out of me.” He murmured towards you and for whatever reason you took that as a sign that he wanted to be dominated and that was no problem. Jimin looked at you, eyes dancing with excitement and even if you hadn’t found Hoseok all that stunning just one look at Jimi’s face had you ready to do anything he asked you.

“I’ll do anything for you. And to help out my friend.” You gave a lazy smirk swallowing down another glass of wine setting it down so you wouldn’t be drunk.

“Fuck yes!” Jimin called out standing up from the table and like a kid he dashed towards the room. Sighing softly you stood up cleaning out the wine glass before you were walking to Hoseok holding your hand out for him. Hoseok smirked taking your hand he allowed you to pull him from the table as you led him towards your shared room. Your hips swayed from side to side and he walked close to you, his body heat rolling off himself and onto your body. You moved to spread open the door of the bedroom only to see Jimin already stripping down to his boxers biting on his lips as he watched you. Hoseok turned around to shut the door. You guided him towards the bed, your hands moving up to push him down on the bed on his ass he watched you biting on his bottom lip.

“What are my orders daddy?” You addressed Jimin like this because you both switched. One week you were the dom and the next week he was. Well today you were in his week and you wanted to obey every desire he had.

“Bunny. Strip for your daddies. Tonight, Hoseok is also your daddy and you will give him whatever he wants.” Jimin watched you and you gave a nod of your head stepping back. Slowly unbuttoning the shirt on your body, you swayed your hips side to side, until it was falling and all that was left on you were your red matching sets. Your hand moved up to pull at your bra but Hoseok had other plans.

“Wait.” He called out stopping you. “Come sit on my lap. Let’s not rush princess.” Hoseok beckoned you with his hand and you made your way towards him straddling him with one leg on either side of him, your arms draped around his neck. You were smirking a bit at him, full eager running through you.

“You’re cute.” Hoseok commended letting his hand undo your ponytail “Now strip.” He growled threading his fingers through your hair roughly pulling your head back.

It made you whimper but you obeyed him. While your hands were moving to grab at the bra clasps behind your back, he pushed your leg between his making you straddle his thigh halting your movements. “Ride it.” Hoseok cooed cupping your cheeks before he lightly slapped your cheek making you moan in pleasure. Not wanting to disobey him, your hips were automatically moving to push down against his thick thighs, the slacks causing a friction that was soft against your lace panties. “Open your mouth.” Hoseok demanded next. He was more dominate than you had originally thought he was. It made you feel like it was going to be one hell of a fucking but you were ready for it. Opening your mouth, you were greeted with his thick thumb pressing down against your tongue. You closed your mouth to suck on his thumb rolling your hips down harder against his thighs. Jimin had moved to get off the bed coming around behind your body, his hands moved up to pull at your bra undoing the clasps of it letting it fall off your breast. Hoseok was quick to cup your breast flexing his thigh when he could. You felt yourself getting closer to a release but before you could do so, Jimin was gripping at your hips forcing you to stop.

“Who said you could cum yet?” Jimin asked ghosting his breath against your ear. He licked the shell of your earlobe slowly before he pushed you onto the bed beside Hoseok on your stomach with your ass up in the air. He rubbed at your plump skin before striking it with a loud slap watching your ass cheeks jiggle. Hoseok smirked standing up beside you. Watching you with dark hooded eyes he started to strip himself until he was stark naked, his long thick shaft standing proud and oozing with precum against the lower part of his stomach. Hoseok walked towards the other side of the bed, laying on his back until he was beside your head.

“I want your mouth on mine while my mouth is on yours.” He said simply looking down at his own heated flesh. Your eyes darted forth as another cry of Jimin’s name left your lips from him slapping your ass harshly. Nodding your head, you smirked watching as Jimin pulled down your matching panties now leaving you bare. Your body crawling onto Hoseok’s you gripped at his shaft stroking it softly. All too soon you felt him wasting no time burying his tongue deep inside of your tight pussy. Crying out loud in pleasure your back arched from the wet tongue slipping inside of you. Your hand focused on moving to jerk up and down his shaft licking your tongue across the tip of his shaft slowly. Letting your tongue flick and dig into his slit moaning in pleasure. Your mouth started to slide lower onto his cock until you were taking it all in wrapping your lips around him to give him a harsh suck. You continued to let your mouth work onto his shaft trying to take the girth down your mouth mewling at every lick and every tongue flick against your walls had your body crippling and wanting to just break down on top of him. You felt hands on your ass cheeks spreading them wide. The next tongue pressing against your little tight rim made you yelp around Hoseok’s shaft making you choke. Your hands starting to grip at Hoseok’s thighs to steady yourself rolling your hips back. You wanted to feel more, the two-tongues grazing against your walls had you made you feel so much closer to your orgasm. You were continuing to roll and thrust your hips back. Whimpering your eyes were watering from the pleasure that you were feeling in your system and the tongues slurping at your walls. Hoseok moved his hands to grip around your hips locking you right on top of his body. Hoseok continued to slide his tongue up and down your wet walls curling it against your spot he vibrated it, Jimin on the other hand moaning against your asshole as he stretched it out with his tongue. You weren’t going to last much longer. And it took only a few more thrusts of both of your tongues to have your body locking up from the pleasure you felt. Your orgasm crashing down onto your body.

Continuing to swallow around Hoseok, you felt him lick up your cum, continuing to suck on him you felt the tongue slide from your holes leaving you empty. You were going to pull back until Hoseok was lifting making your body slide forward and his cock to slide out of your mouth. Whimpering you were about to get up, but Hoseok pressed his hand onto your lower back, looking up at the figure in front of you Jimin was shaking his head eyes dark and hooded. He leaned down to grip your chin biting roughly on your bottom lip. “Who told you to cum?” He demanded and when you didn’t answer him Hoseok gave a harsh slap to your left ass cheeks before Jimin spoke again. “Bunny. I asked you a question. Don’t make me ask again.” He growled tightening his grip on your chin.

“I-I was just too horny not to daddy. I couldn’t help myself, bunny is so sorry.” You tried to apologize but Jimin wasn’t having that. “Let her on her knees Hobi.” He told the male behind you who gladly obliged moving to place you on your knees. You watched Jimin pull down his boxers to reveal his reddened tip. Your mouth watered, you wanted it so much. Moving to plant your knees into the bed once Hoseok moved you. Jimin walked towards you about to place your hands onto his shaft until he shook his head no. Hoseok moved to grip your hands behind your back becoming your human handcuffs. Jimin gripped at the back of your hair opening your mouth up to roughly push his cock down your throat. He groaned not letting you adjust, he started to face fuck you harshly slapping his balls against your chin. He was enjoying how you choked, how quick the spit was dripping down your chin and onto your neck.

“Come on slut. Keep up for daddy.” Jimin growled reaching a hand down to slap at your cheek and pull his cock all the way out. Only to shove it back into your mouth and down your throat. You could feel your pussy getting wetter with each thrust just wanting to feel more of him. He was making you weak. Eyes hooded and cheeks flushed you tried to keep up but it was so easy for you to choke onto his shaft and gag. Jimin leaned down slapping your cheek repeatedly. When he was satisfied that it was red he moved to pinch your nose shutting off your air he buried himself to the base of his cock down your throat shutting off your air. Watching as you choked and your body react to not having any air he waited until your eyes fluttered before he moved back letting your nose go and let his cock slip out of your mouth. He groaned as his cock jumped looking back at Hoseok he nodded his head. “She is all yours to destroy. Just make sure I can at least fuck her mouth again if I can’t get the rest of the holes.” Jimin teased moving back from the bed.

Hoseok nodded his head, moving behind you a bit. Not letting your arms go he slammed into your pussy in one go. Your back arched and he was quick to slam into your heat repeatedly. Groaning against your ear he let his body press against yours. He filled you up to the brim, the size of his girth almost not fitting all the way inside of you. He was thicker than Jimin and he was a tad bit longer but not quick it just was causing your mind to race and heartbeat to quicken. He slapped his hips against yours, not sliding out all the time keeping his shaft buried deep inside of your walls you felt as if you were a doll being lifted and dropped onto his cock. He was smirking one hand moving to grip at your ass cheek harshly helping you slide down onto him. Jimin watched in front of you both, the way you cried out for his friend usually would make him jealous but tonight it made him undeniably hard because you looked so good getting ruined. Your breast flopping up and down and stomach tightening from every thrust. How the juices of your shaft, Hoseok’s cock glistening from your wetness. Your pussy tightened around Hoseok more and he continued to switch angles landing against your g-spot. Once he found it and you cried out for more Hoseok was quick to lean against your ear.

“You want more hmm? More of daddies thick cock pressing deep into this tight cunt huh.. Bunny?” He asked but the way he said your name it was enough to have you screaming and begging to cum. Your head rolling back to lay against his chest you let him slam upwards and bring you down. “I don’t think I should let you cum. You weren’t a good girl.” He growled pushing you forward, planting a hand into your lower back to keep you face forward. His hand moved up your spine slowly ghosting his fingertips over your skin he grabbed at your hair shoving your head into the sheets, slamming his hips forward he cursed lowly letting all his pleasure and want drive out of him onto your little body begging for release under him. He felt his own cock twitch with release, he wanted to make you cum but to beg for it. “Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy Hobi how to make you feel good. Are you sorry? Sorry for being a dirty little slut and cumming without permission?” Hoseok asked pulling your hair back with his hand. He watched you pouting with a cute face though you couldn’t see it.

“I’m sorry! I’m very sorry daddy! I didn’t mean to cum! But please please fuck please let me cum I can’t hang on much longer.” You were filled with whimpers and apologizes not knowing if any of it made sense you just wanted to cum bad and the release was building up. Hoseok smirked growling out your nickname again he nodded his head.

“Cum for daddy. Cum for me baby girl.” He licked up your back sucking on your skin to give hickeys. His hips moving deep and fast into you his thrusts were powerful, causing you to release your cum onto his shaft tightening up. You shut your eyes and lips parted you were continuing to convulse around him. He watched you give him everything you had, his own hips were giving erratic thrusts and he found himself spilling his own cum inside of you after a few more thrusts. He slowed down a bit to let you both ride out your orgasm before he was letting your arms go and pulling out. Turning your head towards him, he kissed your lips gently letting his fingers massage your hips.

Jimin was walking up to you, turning you around to lay on your back watching you. He smirked at how fucked up you were. He leaned down to press your legs down against the sheets, letting his tongue lap up against your folds and clean the cum out of your pussy. He was making sure to clean you all up and take away some of the soreness. He pulled back to lay behind you on the bed lifting one of your legs up to hook his arm under your bent knee. He pressed his tip against your entrance and ever so slowly he slipped inside of your walls. Jimin was one to usually destroy you but because you had taken such a pounding from his friend he would drag it out. He kissed along your left shoulder blade until he was biting down onto your shoulder blade. He started to pull out of you before he slammed back into your heat. He continued to slam up into you at a slow harsh pace. His hips moving against your he rolled his hips grinding against you. He watched your breath hitch, how your hands gripped at the sheets as he moved into you. He watched Hoseok, who was gripping his shaft quickly jerking himself off at the scene unfolding in front of him.

Your hands moved to clench at the sheets, your hips rolling back to take him more his name continued to move inside of you. He felt so good and you couldn’t help but let his name leave your lips repeatedly. Licking your lips as you watched Hoseok you felt wanted and needed in this moment and there was nothing better than that. Your walls squeezing and wrapping onto Jimin’s shaft you let yourself be fucked into against the mattress. Your head thrown back and lips parted your eyebrows knitted together. You continued to roll your hips back and Jimin picked up the pace starting to slam himself into you groaning more as he felt himself getting closer. He moved to press you against the mattress starting to slam into you instantly landing against your spot. Your cries of pleasure erupted from your lips and soon you felt Jimin’s hand rubbing against your clit trying to help bring you closer to an orgasm. Looking up at him you wanted to beg for permission but before you could say anything he gave a curt nod of his head okaying you to cum for him. Your hips pressed back harshly against his as he pounded you into the mattress letting you meet your end.

“Daddy! Daddy! Jimin oh shit!” You continued to cry out as another orgasm swept through your body, biting on the sheets you groaned feeling that orgasm sweep over you before you were just laying against the bed. Thinking it was over as Jimin was about to cum erratically moving his hips. Hoseok gripped at your hair lifting your face he opened your lips to spill his warm load into your mouth watching as you swallowed all of him. Jimin watching the scene leaned his head down to press against your shoulder blades cumming inside of you. His hips slowly slowed down as he rode out both of your orgasms once again. His arms buckling as he finished his orgasm. He moved to lay down beside of you after he pulled out. Jimin pulled you close to him kissing your face.

“I am glad that you decided to do this for me and us. “He said playing in your hair. “I love you bunny.” He smiled softly.

“I love you more Bunny.” Hoseok teased wrapping his arms around you from behind yawning. “If Jimin isn’t careful I’ll steal you. A beauty who can cook, clean and fuck like that? She’s a keeper.” He moaned rubbing his hands against your lower stomach.

“Over my dead body.” Jimin pouted looking at Hoseok.

“You saw how she screamed she would cum good for me always.” Hoseok retorted starting a playful banter.

“Well we will let her decide.” Jimin nodded bringing you closer to his body protectively and a whine slipped from your lips as you decided you just wanted to go to sleep but with a light smirk on your lips you nodded.

“Later. We will see.”

Power Rangers (2017) headcanons I thought of at work (Part 1 - Moms):

Billy and Zack’s mothers are both the best.  The team loves both of them and both of them love their kids’ weird friends right back.

Billy’s mom is socially awkward and hangs back instead of really interacting with them, but she always lets them be there when it seems like they need to be, even if it’s 2 am on a weeknight, and she stocks the fridge really carefully with them in mind and leaves little notes on the junk food like ‘Eat some veggies first!  There’s a tray in the fridge!’  They’re not sure how she works out their favorite snacks so quickly or how she knows when they need some quiet space or are going to end up sleeping on her couch, but she always does.

Zack’s mom interacts with them a lot more.  English is her second language, and she speaks it well, but it clearly takes a lot of effort.  Sometimes when Zack’s around he translates for her because it’s fast, but if he’s not around, she does her best, and if something’s clearly really wrong, she’ll send him away and make do without him so she can help the other Rangers with their problems more privately.  She’s a good listener and asks lots of questions so they always feel really understood, even if it takes a while to explain.  When she answers to give them advice, she speaks slowly and thoughtfully, and she always finds the right thing to say, even if she has to do it with a lot of little words and metaphors.  Sometimes they use Google translate on a smartphone when she has the word in Mandarin and no set of multiple laborious English words will do.

(When Trini asks her whether she thinks she should come out to her parents or not, she says that if they kick her out, she can live with her and Zack.  Trini knows Zack and his mom can’t afford to take care of another person, but she also knows Zack’s mom is completely, 100% serious about that and would take her in in a heartbeat.)  (When Billy tells his mom about it, not realizing quite how private a thing that is, she says the same thing, but can’t figure out how to actually make the offer to Trini without making her uncomfortable.  She makes a pact with herself to invite Trini to stay if it comes to that, though.)

The first time any of them met Zack’s mom, it was because Zack had gotten in trouble at school and been held back for after-school detention.  Billy knew he usually went home to check on his mom and decided to go make sure she was ok until Zack could get there.  He explains that he’s there because he loves Zack and Zack loves her, and because Zack’s mom is using her second language and Billy can’t follow social cues, neither of them realize that this explanation has been misunderstood.  Billy means that he and Zack are friends, but particularly close, emotionally intimate ones.  Zack’s mom can’t understand why her son hasn’t mentioned his very surprising but, once she gets to know him a little, thoroughly adorable boyfriend.

Billy reports back to the group that Zack’s right.  His mom IS the best.  (Well… the second best.  She’s the best of the moms that aren’t Billy’s.)  He explains how she beat him at chess and let him fix her old busted tv set and remains blissfully unaware of the whole boyfriend mix-up, which Zack and his mom had laughed about extensively and which is making Zack make weird amused faces he refuses to explain.

The second time Zack gets after school detention, Kimberly goes along with Billy to check on her, and then Trini shows up 15 minutes later having not said a word to anyone about checking on the woman and is graciously welcomed inside.  By the time Zack gets there, all four of them are reasonably invested in a daytime soap opera on the crappy tv Billy fixed.

For a while, one of the kids or another will pop in every few days to catch up on ‘their soap’ and see how Zack’s mom is doing, and they gradually start coming more often and getting more invested in the show and by the end of the school year, all five of them troop over there after school nearly every day to watch it together.

Zack translates for his mom when things get going too fast and she gets confused, and Billy asks constant questions about why everyone’s doing what they’re doing, because it doesn’t really make sense, and Kimberly tries to draw out a family tree to help, and Jason buys the soap opera digest at the grocery store while he’s picking up his favorite protein power nonsense from when he was still on the team, and they’re still not totally sure what’s going on sometimes.  Trini’s secretly the only one who can keep track of everything, but she’ll only wade in and give them the right answer if they’ve been debating something for over 5 minutes.  Mostly they enjoy giggling together over it and the ways everybody’s misunderstandings make the show 1000 times better.

anonymous asked:

HELP! So I've been an avid sterek shipper for the past 2 years and they are definitely my self-proclaimed OTP, but recently, I have begun to lose interest in it, and I'm sadly becoming numb to it... is there anything I can do to respark that love for them???

//Anon, I am sorry to hear that :( Sometimes, that happens. We move on, even from things we love. But if you want to respark your love, I will try to help. 

The main thing I do to keep my love alive is to separate the pairing from the fandom and the show. That helps me the most. I love Stiles and Derek. Sure, I love TW and the other characters, but the reason I’m obsessed with anything is Sterek. I love Derek’s stupid face and his grumpy eyebrows and his tough exterior and his soft yet resilient interior. I love Stiles’ stupid face and his beautiful eyes and his ramblings and his idgaf attitude unless he loves you, and you better watch out if he loves you bc he will burn down the WHOLE WORLD to protect you.

Maybe you need a good fic. When I get on a string of blah fics, I lose interest. But a good fic, that period where you are pulled in and you can’t stop reading about these two idiots falling in love for the 239802394th time…it’s magical. I can rec you fics if you want, fics that make me love the pairing. Or you can go trope hunting, which is what I do a lot. I want…historical! I want sports! I want coffeeshops! I want college! I want kids! I want deputies, prostitutes, slaves, amnesia, magic!stiles, human!derek, high school…there are so many possibilities. Find fics instead of relying on rec lists. Read outside of your comfort zone. I think sometimes ppl get stuck reading only what they like and don’t branch out and find new fics that can be exciting bc it’s different. I read two fics recently that are not usually my thing. One had a lot of pot smoking, the other was hate sex/enemies to lovers. Neither are my tropes and I usually avoid them. But they were recced to me highly, so I gave them a try. And I LOVED both of them. They were different than what I usually read, but it helped me get excited and think about the pairing in a different way. Read a long fic, esp if you avoid them. I avoid long fics a lot of times bc I’m a slow reader and have limited time. But some of the best fics I’ve read are over 100k. Read short fics. I don’t read much under 10k, but there are some great short fics that can give you a quick fix.

I guess where I find the most feels for Sterek is when I think about them together in ways I want to see. I write fic, so I do this a lot, but I have friends who don’t write fic who come up with ideas all the time. I just love thinking about Derek and Stiles’ lives, in so many different ways. 

Like, I like to think about them being domestic, coming home from long days at work and bickering over who didn’t do the dishes the night before and what to watch after dinner. Taking baths together and washing each other’s backs and pressing each other against slippery bathroom walls and dropping to their knees to blow each other right in the shower. Derek helping Stiles keep from getting too obsessed with anything and practice moderation, and Stiles helping Derek learn to open up and accept that he deserves good things, like a partner and a house and a Pack and a family. Waking up together and snuggling together, maybe lazy morning handjobs while they’re kissing and don’t even care about morning breath. Derek being there with Stiles in the hospital when his dad goes in for something, and Stiles going to Derek’s family’s plots to put flowers on their graves. Derek sitting in the car while Stiles goes to his mother’s grave and refusing to listen as Stiles talks to her. Stiles and Cora ganging up on Derek when they play board games, watch television, choose a restaurant, or do anything really, but Derek doesn’t mind bc he loves that Cora loves Stiles and just stares in awe as Stiles interacts with her like he’s known her his whole life. He thinks about how his mother and father would have loved Stiles, and how he wishes his family could have known him. He thinks about Stiles laughing with Laura and running through the woods with his human siblings, imagines his mom watching them with tears in her eyes bc she’s so happy for them. Stiles sometimes hovers in the doorway when Derek and his father are standing in the kitchen cooking together, or sitting on the back porch drinking beers, or sitting in the living room watching baseball games. Stiles knows that Derek can sense him, but Derek never lets on, just keeps talking to the sheriff. And Stiles can see the love and pride that the sheriff has in his eyes when he looks at Derek, and there was a time he thought he’d be jealous, but he’s not jealous, oh no. He’s so fucking happy because he loves Derek so much and Derek deserves someone to be a father figure, even though he knows it’ll never replace his own father. But he sees the way Derek almost craves the sheriff’s touch on his shoulder, his approval, the way Derek’s chest almost puffs up when the sheriff calls him “son” and the way Derek just lights up when the sheriff hugs him. He never thought his dad would accept Derek, but he’s adopted him like a second son. And they grow old together, get gray and get wrinkles, and they’re still sneaking off to blow each other in public bathrooms and pulling over on the side of the road for a quick handjob at 50 bc if anything, they’re more in love at 50 than at 25, and they’re both in such good places, with adopted kids and a strong Pack and it’s good, and Derek’s accepted it.

Or maybe Derek shows up in DC after Stiles moves there for school. He’s there bc he’s been making his way across the united states and now he’s stopping in DC, and he catches Stiles’ scent on the street and thinks, no, this can’t be Stiles. But he follows it one day, and sure enough, sitting at a table on the quad of a college campus, surrounded by stacks of books and clicking away on a laptop is Stiles. And Derek watches him like a creeper and feels something he can’t put into words- is maybe too scared to put into words - and then he leaves bc he doesn’t want to disrupt Stiles’ life. But Stiles, of course, befriends the wolves on campus and ends up at a full moon pack party and guess who is there? Derek fucking Hale, all long limbs and Henleys and scruff and Stiles is just fucking angry, but happy to actually see him, so he acts cool and sarcastic, and the other wolves are confused about what’s going on, which is to say NOTHING about the confusion Derek and Stiles feel, and they aggressively snipe at each other for weeks when they HAPPEN to cross paths (bc Derek just happens to go to the coffee shop and public library near campus, and Stiles just happens to pester his wolf friends to invite him to things) and after weeks of being sarcastic shits and angry at each other, Derek ends up pressed against the brick wall in a side street bc Stiles pushed him against it and just kisses him stupid and they’re pretty sure they would have rubbed off on each other right there against the brick wall if someone hadn’t said something as they walked by. But they end up kicking out Stiles’ roommate and fucking each other into the mattress and Stiles doesn’t even care when his roommate comes back and gets an eyefull of Derek’s glorious ass bc he just tapped that ass all night long.

But maybe you want to think about them in AUs, like Derek as a baseball player and Stiles the batting coach, and they spend hours together training and have sweaty sex in the locker room. Or maybe they’re both turn of the century lords in fancy houses who need to get married bc it’s their duties, but they’re in love with one another so they’re sneaking around at London balls just to have a moment to kiss each other or to hold hands. Or maybe Derek is a mermaid and Stiles is a marine biologist who saves him from a net he’s been caught in, and Derek is terrified of him, but Stiles is like “dude, I just want to observe you for science!” and they fall in love as Stiles learns about merpeople but he never betrays Derek’s confidence, even when Derek introduces him to all his merfamily and Stiles could change science forever.

You may be ready to move on. You may pick up a new fandom or love, but you can still love Sterek. My first otp was Harry/Ron from harry potter, and I still love them though I’m not as active in the fandom.I still read fic sometimes. I’ve currently been obsessed with Downton Abbey and took a sterek reading/writing break, but I plan on writing again soon. Sometimes we need a breather just to renew our love.

Most of all, just remember that you love that grumpy werewolf and that rambling human, and despite all their bickering, they love each other and care about each other and will protect each other.

Originally posted by samann98

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Originally posted by slytherinvoid

anonymous asked:

i don't think this has been asked before from what i can see but feel free to ignore if it has! could i possibly request a little scenario (or even headcanons!!) about noct having a s/o in insomnia & them finding out about his engagement to luna before he has a chance to tell them, like maybe they hear about it on the news or something?? and they end up having a really emotional talk or fight about it later?? idk, whatever you feel like writing is gd!! i'm just in the mood for some Angst™ ngl 😭

HOO. Alrighty you thirsty homewreckers out there (me included lololol), allow the ANGST TO COMMENCE. 

—Leigh

{1911 words}


You know how sometimes when you get really, really bad news, your mind just kind of… shuts down? Everything else falls away and it’s replaced with this ringing in your ears that just grows louder and louder and—

Something shatters on the ground and everyone around you in the bar goes silent. It takes you a second to realize it had been a glass dropped from your hand that made the sound. You swallow thickly but nothing really registers as you stare down at all the little glass shards covering your boots.

“Whoops,” you manage to utter.

Someone puts a hand on your arm, “Hey, are you alright?”

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Bones... Thank You!

Starting this text it’s probably one of the biggest challenges that I’ve ever faced. And I want to start by saying that the reason I didn’t wrote anything on my #ThankYouBones posts it’s because I was waiting for this day.

There are so many reasons to be grateful for this show and not enough words to describe them. Bones has been, without a doubt, my safe haven throughout the last 9 years, and saying goodbye seems… wrong.

For me, 9 years of losses, of wins, of learning…  and the only constant in my life during all of those changes, was Bones. Bones was there.

Many of you already heard my story, and probably some of you are sick of it, but the reason I repeat it so many times, it’s because it reminds me of how Bones saved me, in so many different ways.

I don’t want to make this post about me, so I’ll try to be short:

I grew up without parents, they both died when I was 4 and 7, during the time I lived alone with my mom I suffered several kinds of abuse, and although I knew that she loved me, part of me couldn’t forgive her. I didn’t know that that was even possible. Then, when I moved in to my grandparent’s house, my grandpa got really sick with bones cancer, and my 10 year old innocent self wanted to help. That’s when Bones appeared.

One day back in 2008, I was watching Bones on my tv (here in Portugal “Ossos”), and initially I thought that it was a show related to bones diseases, as I kept watching it I realized it wasn’t what I thought, but by that time I was already caught.

The years went by, my grandpa unfortunatlly passed away, but I still kept myself watching Bones.

In 2011, I got really sick, I was diagnosed with a severe depression, anxiety, PTSD, and I was also struggling with self-harm and bulimia (ed)… I didn’t know how to deal with all of what I was going through, I was only 13 years old and my life seemed to be over… that’s when one of my doctors told me “I know that you love being home, so while you’re home, you have to distract yourself, watch a show, read a movie, anything” and so I did. Bones was already a HUGE part of my life back then, but in that moment something clicked, something inside of me said :

“Okay Bones, you didn’t appeared in my life to save my grandfather’s life, you appeared so you could save mine”

As in that moment if I was experiencing a panic attack, I would watch Bones, if I was severly depressed I would watch Bones, if I was happy I would watch Bones, and the list goes on and on.

I started to realize that one hour a week, I would feel completely free. Every Thursday, Monday, Tuesday (whenever the show aired) I would be so happy, like I’d never been sick.

By the end of season 5 I stopped watching the show on tv and started to watch it livestream because I couldn’t wait, and, still today, I wait until 2am for the show to be on. I still remember the excitment of watching Bones live for the first time, I was completely in awe.

While watching Bones I realized that I had many similarities with doctor Brennan, on a personal level, and watching her character growth, helped me grow. I started by forgiving who needed to be forgiven, just like Brennan did with Max, I started to believe that maybe love did existed, just like Booth proved to Brennan, I started to believe that maybe sometimes heart over head is the right choice, just like Angela always teached Brennan, I started to believe that even the smartest has to have some psychological advice sometimes, just like Sweets teached Brennan…

But for me, the most important thing that I learned from Bones is that, the darkest paths have the brightest futures. That saved my life. Knowing that there’s hope, that life is so good if we put effort on it. Temperance Brennan taught me that.

I grew up with this show, I grew up with B&B. I’ve seen the loniest people becoming family, I’ve seen love and I’ve seen faith. I’ve seen all of that everytime I saw Booth looking into Brennan’s eyes, or when they where simply walking down the street. I’ve seen all of that when they got married and when they had kids. I’ve seen all of that everytime they were doing the job they love or when they were protecting each other. I’ve seen a world full of possibilities thanks to this show, to this couple and to all of the characters. 

Bones became my only constant in life, my happiness, my light, my home. This is my home.

Bones gave me so many great memories that it’s phisycally impossible to write them all, but I remember watching 3x13 and just brusting into laughter with the carpet joke, I remember going nuts with Booth throwing Brennan into a wall on 4x19, I remember bawlling my eyes out on 5x01 after Booth calling Brennan baby, I remember falling even more in love with B&B after 5x16, I remember hearing “Make you feel my love” on 6x23, and that becoming my favorite song ever (what lead me to my favorite singer aka Adele, thank you Bones), I remember crying so hard on 7x07 that my neighbours came knocking on my door, I remember felling so hard out of my bed in 8x01 because of Booth finding Brennan, that I broke my toe, I remember screaming so hard at Pelant that I would get a soar throat, I remember making my best friend watch 10x01 with me because I thought I would die… there are so many memories…. I also remember being so excited to watch ALL of the interviews of David and Emily, I remember that everytime the bloopers came out I would make EVERYONE watch them, I remember screaming and jumping on top of my bed until I broke it when Hart Hanson, Pej Vahdat and Kathy Reichs answered me on twitter. And my favorite memorie of all… I remember the feeling I experienced when I did my Bones tattoos (my first ones).

I can’t thank enough to ANY of the people on this cast, people that make me feel blessed for knowing that their relationships out of the screen are what helped to built the perfect storyline. Because of them I am so proud to call this, my show.

I will never understand how can a show have so much power on somebody’s life to the point that literally saves it, but it does, so thank you Bones for making my life messy, and confusing, and unfocused and irrational and wonderful.

Bones also taught me that, there’s more than one kind of family. And I couldn’t end this text without saying THANK YOU to the people that became my family when I had none. And I do have to give a shoutout to @temperancebren because this girl really helped me so much and made our distance her bitch. Also a shoutout to @michaelaconlin because every liveblog I did I knew I could count on her “company” and finally, shoutout to @pookie—noodlin @imalwayscalmandobjective @like-you-it-makes-no-sense (talking to you has been amazing) @wellsbones @allowustofly @emm-doubleyou @daffodildaisyjupiter @bones-jeffersonian @cortexifansquint @jigsmave @peppernights , and many other people that allowed me to be their number 1 stalker.

Dear Boneheads (aka famiy), to you, I wish you happiness, love laugther, friendship, a prupose and a dance.

Thank you, and remember, this isn’t a goodbye, family is forever. And together I know that we will turn this pain, agony and overwhelming sadness a little bit more bearable.

Now, with my heart brusting out my cheast and with tears streaming down my face I tell you:

See you tomorrow. I love you.

“-The sun will come up and tomorrow is a new day.

-Two plus two equals four. I put sugar in my coffee and it tastes sweet. The sun comes up because the world turns. These things are beautiful to me. There are mysteries I will never understand, but everywhere I look I see proof that for every effect there is a corresponding cause. Even if I can’t see it. I find that reassuring

-And life is good again.”


 #ThankYouBones Week: Day 12 1 bones cast final thank you

anonymous asked:

I see you reblog a lot of Bungou Stray Dogs stuff. Would you recommend it, could you maybe give a brief explanation of what it's about? It looks interesting, and once my semester's over I'm planning on bingeing a few new shows, so I need to build up a list!

I ABSOLUTELY recommend Bungou Stray Dogs! In general, I don’t reblog anything I *wouldn’t* recommend, but for sure, I think everyone should watch Bungou Stray Dogs.

Originally posted by sawtsuki

It’s a little hard to explain though, because I feel like the summary doesn’t accurately convey just how amazing this show is. And I have only watched the anime and read the first volume of the manga, so I feel like there’s actually a whole lot more to the story that I’m only beginning to understand and I might not be the best person to ask for why this show is great. But I can talk at least in general about some of the things that I really liked about the series, and I hope that helps!

First off, I guess the basic summary is that it’s about rival organizations consisting of people who all have superpowers. But I also strongly feel like that summary only conveys a fraction of what is going on in the story, although for the life of me I can’t really summarize it any better than that.

Essentially, this show combines the two great loves of my life: literature and anime. The basic conceit is that every main character has the name of a famous literary author and their supernatural ability is named after one of that author’s major works. I knew that going in and I was very delighted by that fact but it was essentially lost on me until they started introducing the Guild who were all named after American/British/Canadian authors and then my literature-loving heart was ECSTATIC.

I mean, I think there’s just something supremely satisfying about watching a show and thinking, “OF COURSE Nathaniel Hawthorne is a priest! Of course he is! And of course his ability, The Scarlet Letter, would have creepy blood related powers.” And then there are moments when you go, “people ship H P Lovecraft and John Steinbeck?” and think to yourself how strange your life is that you just that thought.

Originally posted by akutagawaas

I will say, and I mean this as a sincere compliment, that I feel like it hits a lot of the same notes as a sports anime. And I feel like BSD fans might resent the comparison, but as I am a die hard sports anime fan, I really do mean that as one of the highest compliments I can give.

Like, you know how in sports anime there manages to be this intense, “We will WIN this, for HONOR. To DEFEAT EVIL. To SAVE THE WORLD” kind of feeling to the games sometimes? BSD has that feel too, only, you know, they actually need to “win” in order to defeat evil and save the world.

And then there’s the Pure Cinnamon Roll, too good for this world, who just Tries His Best main character (which, I am a complete sucker for in a main character, let’s be real here, especially when the pure cinnamon roll is also a badass, as they often are).

Originally posted by chizurou

So on top of that, it also has what sports anime generally does not: really complex world building, plot and character relationships. It also, in my opinion, has the perfect balance between comedic moments and pain. I mean, spoiler alert for the first three episodes, but the first two everything starts off fairly lighthearted, but then by the third episode it’s like, “holy crap, that went to a dark place super fast” but then it never gets *too* dark.

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Originally posted by asparagusoup

I’m the kind of person where if it’s really too much of endless pain, I have a very, very hard time watching it unless it’s an incredible anime otherwise. (Tokyo Ghoul and Psycho-Pass come to mind as shows that were very hard for me to watch but I was still engaged). BSD, I feel, hits that right balance of– when the action goes down, you have legitimate concerns that maybe the characters might not make it out, but overall (so far, later seasons may prove me wrong) BSD never goes to so dark a place that you feel like your soul is heavier just for the watching.

And that is an incredibly hard balance to achieve! A lot of times, when anime (and tv shows, let’s be honest) shifts from “light” to “dark” it pretty much just settles on “dark and pain” from here on out. BSD does a really good job of touching on painful things while still pulling back and having light moments again, and I really respect that in a story.

There’s like, a million other things I really appreciate about the show, but I think I’ll leave off there. So, thanks for asking anon-friend! I hope this helps! It’s definitely worth checking out!

Originally posted by sairenji

Fools (M)

Summary: Harbored feelings over the years start to build up. Both you and Taehyung are so obviously in love with each other – well at least it was obvious to everyone except the two of you – and the world (aka Park Jimin) has made it it’s mission to get the two of you to realize the feelings are mutual.

Word Count: 9.8k.

Warnings: *breathes heavily* College!AU, angst, smut; i.e. dirty talk, angry sex, slight overstimulation.

A/N: This is what happens when I have an idea and decide to run with it – I write a fucking novel. I was listening to ‘Fools’ by Lauren Aquilina last night and branched this off of that song. This is officially the lengthiest thing I’ve ever written and I can tell you I’ve never felt as satisfied with an ending than I have before with this one. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! xx.

Originally posted by taestylips

What if we ruin it all and love like fools?

Your name: submit What is this?

There’s always an up in the air situation when it came to having a best friend of the opposite sex. Everyone always assumed that the two people were together and when they tell them they’re not, they’re faced with comments telling them ‘Oh, you’d be perfect together!’ Or ‘You’re pretty much together already so why not make it official?’ Which can lead to one of two things; an awkward atmosphere that ends up putting too much strain on said friendship, thus the two friends drifting apart and ultimately never speaking again. Or it could lead to the seemingly inevitable – admitting the hidden feelings.

When it comes to yours and Taehyung’s friendship, both of those options seem to scare the living shit out of you.

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Ways to Cheer Yourself Up (When wanting to be alone) - 50 top things to do
  • 1. Go ON Tumblr, believe it or not, we don't care where you're from, what you do, how you're being you, as long as you are being you, you're pretty much welcomed on here. That's why i love it. Unless of course you are homophobic or judgemental or ignorant - then the people will speak for themselves, we look out for each other here.
  • 2. Read Books; escapism is a wonderful thing
  • 3. Listen to music; and no - not the sad, 'ALL BY MYSELF' type music, but the kickass songs like 'I will Survive' or 'Loser Like Me' just celebrate yourself for being awesome, because we know you are; even if others don't; especially then actually.
  • 4. Become your own superhero. Every single one of you have a talent or a dream. Follow up on that talent/dream. YOU ARE WORTH IT, and you can be whoever you want to be.
  • 5. DISNEY MOVIES. Unless you absolutely hate bursting out into song - better cut of highschool musical and glee while were at this, then Disney is the best pick me up ever.
  • 6. Watch your favourite TV shows. Remind yourself why life can be awesome. Watching your fav characters usually means you can relate to them.
  • 7. Go on walks - it's very pretty outside, and sometimes our heads can be overloaded with information or stress, I advise calming music and a nice walk outside in comfortable clothes.
  • 8. Have a diary. A friend of mine recently bought me one, and it's a godsend because all the anger, or emotions I feel, I try to put in the diary rather than putting it out on others. It also calms you down. I feel better when I write.
  • 9. Speaking of writing...if you enjoy it- WRITE. Writing is a wonderful way to escape. You can put all your emotions into your characters and they just come to life. I tend to do that when I'm stressed.
  • 10. If writing is not your thing then bake. I've actually ironically read in a fan fiction where a character would bake when stressed and try out new recipes, this character tried making butterbeer; maybe be adventurous; have a food blog or something to keep you occupied.
  • 11. Be With Your Pets - Pets are loyal creatures, and they love you, even when you're being a pain in the ass, and I hear they're very good listeners.
  • 12. Now I don't know about you, but I LOVE Musicals. If you are a musical fanatic like me and you're feeling a little down, my dears; listen to those awesome voices, because sometimes we just - need - a break (Also, if you haven't watched RENT, watch it - NODAYBUT TODAY...or Starkid...Starkid make the most funniest musical parodies, even if you don't like musicals I suggest it, and if you're not enjoying their YouTube Channel, then I'll eat my own hat).
  • 13. ASK ME ANYTHING. If you really want to talk to somebody but you don't want to talk to people you know and you just want to get things out, my ASK box is always open.
  • 14. Find a hobby. If you don't really want to talk to anybody, that's okay, sometimes we need to just have some 'me time'. In my me times, I usually deactivate from Facebook, and just focus on things that make me happy. Like; Puzzles, Sudoku, Games, writing, cooking, singing, whatever it is...travelling even. Enjoy yourself.
  • 15. Travel. Maybe being stuck in the same place is the problem, maybe you're head wants to be in a place where it can ACTUALLY THINK.
  • 16. Go Hiking. I suppose Hiking is similar to walking but if you're an outdoor person, this is a great way to clear your head and to feel fresh.
  • 17. Hit The Gym. Or even do your own exercises. I like to walk - do crunches, and I love Zumba. I love dancing. If you love being active, this is also another way to clear your mind from negative things.
  • 18. GO SEE A MOVIE!!! When was the last time you had fun? Even if it's just by yourself. You're allowed to treat yourself. Go, enjoy, be surrounded by people, even if they're strangers.
  • 19. If you like coffee, treat yourself for one at a local cafe. Who knows, you might meet your coffee soulmate in a cafe one day.
  • 20. STOP thinking Negative. Have a Pros/Cons List. Try not to outweight the Pros list with the Cons. Please?
  • You are good enough.
  • 21. Write down a bucket List, and start ticking them off. Having goals and dreams is healthy. If you have dreams, then you have a direction of where you're going.
  • 22. Get help. It's okay, if you're head is in a really bad place to reach out to people. It really is okay.
  • 23. Help others. If you're not sure what to do with yourself at all, be useful to other people less fortunate than you. Volunteer! Work with Charity, Feed the homeless, help the guide dogs association.
  • 24. Smile more. It looks good on you, believe me. Spend time with your guilty pleasures, my guilty pleasure is binge watching glee
  • 25. Please DO NOT go to a pub to drink to ease your mind, if you are going to do that, do it with a friend, or somebody close.
  • 26. Eat Chocolate. Okay yes while society says NO DON'T EAT THE FATTY FOOD. Hey; screw them. If you feel better eating a bit of junk go for it. There's nothing wrong with eating a whole pizza or tub of ben and jerry ice cream when feeling upset - just try not to make TOO much of a habit : p
  • 27. REBLOG YOUR FOLLOWERS POSTS, you might be surprised that you aren't the only one feeling the way you're feeling, you might be surprised by how much you're forgetting that hey - it's gonna be alright.
  • 28. Do something nice for your neighbour. Ah who knows, have you ever actually talked to them? Maybe they might be lonely too.
  • 29. Have a GAMES Night. A very good friend of mine loves Games. If You LOVE Games, then hell have a marathon of them. Play the sims, be in control.
  • 30. Speaking of marathons...dun dun dun - MOVIE MARATHON, I Don't Know About You Guys, But Having A Harry Potter Movie Marathon always cheers me Up. WITH FOOD Of course, and good company, but this is about cheering yourself up, so if you don't want company, that's okay.
  • 31. Draw. I love drawing too. I suppose I'm more of the creative person. There are a lot of different types of people out there, maybe you like solving things - do those fancy cube things Idk what they're called. If you are like my brother and you love Maths, then maybe you can tutor someone. On one hand you're helping someone, and doing something you like doing, just like I'm drawing because I like drawing.
  • 32.Be with kids. believe it or not, kids are the most innocent little munchkins, and they honestly don't care what you look like, if you play hide and seek with them they'll be thrilled, so long as you're nice to them, they're generally nice to you... but be warned, they tell it how it is too. I talk a bit different. The most popular thing they've said to me was "Is that why you talk funny, because of the things in your teeth?" (They've also never really seen braces before) I even had one kid determined to get me to sing 'Everything is awesome' I'll never forget that because this kid clearly didn't care how I sounded, and just wanted me to sing with her. I felt great.
  • 33. If you're into Fairy Tales, Please Please Read Chris Colfer's The Land Of Stories series 1-4. It's an amazing series, and you almost forget what world you're in once you start reading. Plus, there's more coming (I'm a little excited)
  • 34. Watch Pixar Movies. You can't go wrong.
  • 35. GO TO HOGWARTS. Harry Potter Fan? Visit - Platform 9 3/4s in London, or go to the Harry Potter World, or if you can't actually visit these sites, go on Pottermore.
  • 36. Read Fan Fiction, you might not be a harry potter fan, but whatever fandom you are in, believe me sometimes Fan Fictfion Cheer me up. I adore Glee *Don't Judge Me* and Dalton is the best thing ever. Or Little Numbers...or Both. They cheer me up big time.
  • 37. Role play. If you like superheroes or characters, go be with the crowd. I believe they have events like Comic Con, and on Facebook they even have Events for such things, go be with strangers! So long as it's safe of course.
  • 38. Write a letter to the person who inspires you most and send it. You might be surprised by an answer.
  • 39. Pick up your instrument. Don't ignore your musical talent if you do have a musical talent. Remember, you're worth it. I don't care what you've done. Pick, It Up.
  • 40. Maybe go visit your family? I know this is about 'quality me time' but if you haven't seen your family in such a long time or are at a distance. Maybe being surrounded by something familiar is what you need.
  • 41. Change Careers. If you're not enjoying what you're doing or studying, change it. I remember in highschool a teacher said you might change your job 10 - 12 times before getting it right. It'okay, you just haven't found where you're meant to be yet.
  • 42. Enter a competition - Who knows what will come from it, take risks.
  • 43. If you're a risk-taker, challenge yourself. IDK how you're going to do that, but google has some pretty good answers. Even ask your tumblr followers, they follow you for a reason after all.
  • 44. Go on a boat. Go Fishing! I don't know, it's not my thing, but if you like fishing, then hell - go out there and fish.
  • 45. Find time for yourself, are you working too much? Maybe you are working too much. You know life doesn't stop for nobody, and if you keep pushing yourself so hard, time will go so fast and you won't realise how much of that time you could have spent on your own self.
  • The world is not going to end if you treat yourself.
  • 46. You ARE Good Enough. Listen to my words. Sometimes encouragement is all we need, when people feel hopeless, or like everything's gone wrong. It's gonna be okay. I promise, just hang in there.
  • 47. Write Down Quotes that Inspire You. I have a wall of these, and of people that inspire me too, and it reminds me of the good things in life when I'm in a crappy mood.
  • 48. Find something to do. If you're not doing anything, go take up a course, research things that interest you, you might be surprised by what comes from it. Join a community that enjoys doing things you do.
  • 49. Go To The Beach - If you live in Australia like me, visiting the beach is actually really calming and me and my best friend always would go on a random drive, and drive up to a beach or a look out, and it was always calming. Enchanting too sometimes. Maybe we forget about the place we live in, and what's exciting about the place. If you're in New York, visit Broadway or The Statue Of Liberty, or if you're in London, go to the London Bridge, or the Eye, visit the Eiffel Tower if you're in Paris...just go Anywhere.
  • 50. Take a random journey. Go on a train to somewhere new, go on a road trip. You never know what's around the corner.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I dunno if you're doing requests rn but could you maybe do nurseydex with one of them (preferably dex) having depression? I recently had a bad relapse on self harm and I'm in a really bad depressive episode and your fanfics always make me feel comforted and smile!! I understand if you don't want to but I'd appreciate it!!! I love your work so much 💖

Any hurt comfort? Maybe Dex feeling self-conscious or sad and Nursey comforts him?

Dex has never been one to show a wide range of emotions. No one else really notices but Nursey, though. Everyone else sees exactly what Dex wants them to see – all that frustration and temper that’s enough to convince them that Dex wears his heart on his sleeve. But Nursey knows that’s far from the truth. Dex is quick to anger sometimes, sure, but under that, there’s a complex maze of emotions that Nursey has been carefully mapping for the better part of a year.

He knows what to look for, all the little idiosyncrasies Dex doesn’t even realize he has. Spotting the slight shift in emotions has become second nature to Nursey, like a language only he’s fluent in. So when they’re all dressing out after a game and Ransom says something about the Bruins being the best team in the league and Dex doesn’t so much as roll his eyes, Nursey knows immediately that something’s wrong. His head instantly goes to ideas of how to make Dex feel better. His plans are completely finalized in his mind before he even hits the shower.

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lost/lost/found

aka that gta ramwood shrooms fic @ryanthepowerbottomguy wanted
content warning for recreational drug usage (mushrooms and mentions of pot), related hallucinations, panic attacks, and ryan being a huge naïve baby
rating: mature (mentions of banging but no actual smut)
on ao3
excerpt:

“What’s up?” Geoff asks conversationally. Ryan glances up, guilty without really knowing why, a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar, and proceeds to handle the situation with the grace and eloquence he’s so widely renowned for.

Which means he holds up the jar a little and blurts, “Uh…” and then sort of trails off with an uptick of a question.

And, alright, here’s a secret: the big, bad Vagabond is maybe not as familiar with drugs as one may imagine. The big, bad Vagabond’s strongest partaking during most months is Tylenol. Usually, if he has a question about drugs, he asks Ray.

And so Ryan is used to Ray’s exasperated I-am-not-your-walking-Urban-Dictionary-you-narc look, not Geoff’s curious, amused expression as he glances at the jar and fixes Ryan with a raised eyebrow and a grin.

“Shrooms,” Geoff says, and then, when Ryan just stares at him, adds, “mushrooms” like he’s talking to a child.

“I know that,” Ryan says, maybe flushing a bit, because he does, he’s not that naïve, alright, he’s not blind and the mushrooms are dried but whole and—and very clearly mushrooms, okay, so he wasn’t asking what they were.

He thinks maybe he was asking something more along the lines of Why do you have these in your closet?

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texts with SVT (your boyfriend)
  • seungcheol/s.coups: texts you all day. will send you good morning texts and good night texts. will message you about every little thing throughout the day because he can't help but tell his most important person about it. will surprise you by talking about things you thought he forgot about. "this made me think of you" texts. sends you pictures of him being lonely without you. will take pictures hugging other members with captions like "this should be you." woozi tries to call him out on always being on his phone but that never seems to stop him, so you constantly have to remind him to work hard and that you'll text him after practice.
  • jeonghan: texts when exciting things happen, which for jeonghan is luckily all the time. "MINGYU JUST SPIT ALL OVE R THR FOROL LMAO" When the group has a little bit of rest time, you're the first person he wants to talk to. he likes hearing your stories, so he's always asking you about your day. will also ask you very personal things through text, and sometimes you have to tell him (in the sweetest way) to find his chill. expect a lot of selfies because your reactions are priceless and he loves teasing you. He's actually very laid back when it comes to texting though, and he doesn't mind when you forget to text back. Often sends texts meant for you to other members on accident and vice versa.
  • jihoon/woozi: is always worrying about you so he surprisingly texts quite often, but his texts are always straight to the point. "wear a sweater. it's cold out now." you two are always arguing over text (never anything serious just little stuff), and just when you're about to win, he'll bring up conversations from long ago that you don't even remember. on the off chance you do win, you don't let him forget it and he'll respond by sending you a really gross aegyo pic that kills you inside. But you also feel special because he trusts you enough not to show anybody else. He also likes to talk about the other members with you because sometimes this boy just needs to vent, but you know he writes those things with a good heart because he loves them. will send you pics of him working late at night and gets mad when you won't send him one back.
  • soonyoung/hoshi: is the biggest spam texter. sometimes you wonder how this boy can type so fast. It's like rapid fire, but it's okay because you'll reciprocate the speed. you two have at least three conversations going at once at all times, and what's amazing is how you both can talk about anything. He's the type to love every little detail and will text you when so much as a leaf falls to the ground, and when you text him about the smallest things he gets so happy. He likes to show the group your texts when they're funny and members are always wondering why you two talk about such nonsense, but it's like your own language that nobody else can understand, and you both love it for that reason. When things do get serious, you sometimes wonder if it's the same boy texting you because it's like a completely different aura, and you're surprised that you like it so much.
  • joshua: is most likely to emoji text. Sometimes conversations are had using JUST emojis. Joshua is always fun to text because he's such a funny and awkward person. Usually you'll talk about some weird anime he found, or Joshua will send you funny memes. Joshua texts less frequently on days he knows you're busy because he doesn't want to bother you and feels bad when he does, so you're constantly reminding him that he's never a bother. His favorite thing to do is send you random texts full of heart emojis and explaining how much he cares about you because he knows it'll make you smile. He also sends little reminders for things he thinks you might forget. "Remember to bring your flash drive to school today. Good luck on your speech! ♥♥♥"
  • junhui/jun: texts you a fair amount. He loves to send you greasy lines because he loves your reactions to them, but when you send the occasional one back he gets so flustered and kind of happy. Sometimes he'll show the other members. He especially loves to send greasy lines when he's sitting right next to you because he loves to watch how flustered you get when you read them. you both actually text the most when you're sitting right next to each other. when you both go out with the other members, you both text in a secret code only you two know and use code names when you're teasing the other members for their weird antics. when you both are apart, you're usually just talking to about your shared interests. Jun loves knowing things about you, so he's always trying to surprise you with research he did on that one subject you talked about for 5 minutes that one time.
  • seungkwan: is the most fun to text in seventeen because he always has so much to say. He's another spam texter but not as intense as hoshi. Seungkwan is only a spam texter because he separates his texts for dramatic effect. You and Seungkwan actually text a lot of mean things to each other and look like you're arguing all the time, but its how you both show you care. "Your face looks so silly in this picture, why are you making that face?" "Because I was thinking about your bad breath in the morning." "Next time I'm going to breathe right into your face." The others wonder how you both can be in a relationship like that, but it works for you both. On a sunny day when you're feeling generous, you'll tell him how cute he looks on tv, and seungkwan will almost burst into tears because you were watching him, but he'll never admit it. That's what you love about him.
  • hansol/vernon: a lot of one word responses. You often get a lot of "kk" and "lol" but that's only because you keep sending him memes. (Why are you doing that to him? He doesn't deserve this.) He actually does find them funny, and sometimes he'll show the other members when it's something he can't help but laugh out loud at. Once you guys get deeper into the relationship, Vernon opens up a lot more. When you surprise him with the occasional thoughtful message, Vernon gets to be his really shy and sweet self, and that's when he'll feel inspired and type an essays worth of stuff. Sometimes he'll make you happy cry because he actually really does have a way with words. He'll start messaging you more often too. He'll start your morning and end your nights with thoughtful messages. You'll see the real gem in him and he'll make you fall for him even more just through text.
  • seokmin/DK: always wants to give you a reason to smile so he's constantly sending cute pictures or memes or fluffy messages or funny messages. Other members will ask him why he's staring so hard at his phone. It's because he's trying really hard to send you quality material. Sometimes when he sends you stuff, you overreact because you want to make sure he knows you appreciate it. You are also always pestering him to send clips of him singing and deep down it makes him feel really happy and special that you like hearing him that much. Even if he pretends that he doesn't want to, he'll do it and your praise afterwards sends him to the moon and back. There is not a moment when this boy's texts don't make you smile. Please keep him safe.
  • mingyu: gives such an oppa vibe in his texts. He's always trying to take care of you and pretends like he's so much older than you when that's not really the case. "Let's go get some coffee tonight so you can work on your essay, but I'm not letting you stay up too late because you need rest." Which is funny because it's him that really needs to rest, but when you tell him that, he just texts back silly emojis. You get a lot of links to food tutorials with an excited Mingyu saying "Let's try making this!" He also keeps you updated on his career and likes to run his ideas through you first because he values your opinion a lot. You often send him pictures you find of him because you want to praise him but he thinks you're making fun of him so he pretends to be sad. That's when you start over-praising him and telling him he looks so good, and that just feeds his ego more.
  • wonwoo: There is so much fluff with this boy. he loves showering you with praise and supports everything you do. "Fighting!" Sometimes when you send him sweet messages telling him how cute he is, he won't respond for a few hours because he's so shy about it and doesn't know how to express that you literally just made his heart beat out of his chest. The truth is you both don't text each other too much because you both like to talk about your lives face to face. You'll spend whole nights talking instead of on your phones. Occasionally he'll send you a video message because he wants to make sure his words reach you in the best possible way.
  • minghao/the8: is the biggest victim of autocorrect. sometimes you wonder why he doesn't just turn it off. "I've got a long practice today, but the thought of our first kill last night is getting me through it." "First kill? Did we do something I'm not aware of?" "Kiss***" This is followed by a bunch of texts about how embarrassed he is. Despite this, his texts are the kind that make you smile during a bad day. The thing that will surprise you most is how funny he can be. He can say really weird things sometimes. He'll text you something weird, and you can tell from the way he typed how confident he was sending it. He'll talk a lot about the weird things the other members are doing, and sometimes he'll text you about things deep in his heart because he trusts you so much. It's very rare that minghao spam texts, but each time was because something major happened. The texts were the most precious things you've ever received. You enjoyed it so much that you have them screencapped and saved and archived on your computer.
  • chan/dino: is actually the most confident through text. Words seem to come much easier when he's texting you because he can look over it a thousand times before sending it. Often consults the other members around him before he sends fluffy stuff. Probably the member that gets his phone stolen a lot which means you get a lot of weird texts that make you think 'there's no way chan would write this.' Can sometimes be a little cocky through text but in a charming way that makes you smile. "You're so cute, but you would look much cuter next to me. Let's take a photo together next time." His favorite thing is to send you pictures of the other members when they don't look their best because since he's the maknae and they do it to him all the time. Is actually another member on the spam text list but he can't help that he's so excited, "I'm dating you after all, why shouldn't I be happy?"

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you have any dad might comfort fluff headcanons? I'm really down and could use a pick me up

Dear anon,

You didn’t specify what sort of Dad Might fluffy comfort – if you wanted to see Izuku or Shouto or someone else to be the receiver of that comfort – so I took some liberty here. It turned into a little ficlet, I hope you don’t mind and find it fluffy enough! ;)

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The next blood-curling scream echoed out of the TV and through the living room and Kouda had enough. Bolting up from where he had been a shivering little ball on the edge of the couch for the last half hour, he took off, rushing out of the living room and towards the elevator.

Only when the doors had closed behind him with a silent Ping, he allowed himself to relax.

Just who of his classmates had though it a good idea to watch a horror movie during their weekly movie night?

Stepping out of the elevator and making way for his bedroom, Kouda kept close to the wall, touching it as if to find stability. Each shadow passing him in the half-dark hallway had him jolting and quivering, the memories of fake blood and pure horror from the TV-screen still fresh in his mind.

Once he had reached his room, turned the light on and closed the door behind himself did it hit him that this was probably not how a real hero would behave.

Shouldn’t a hero be strong and fearless?

Biting his lower lips, Kouda tried to shake off the thought, but didn’t quite manage it.

I’m a real coward. It was just a movie and I’m this afraid…

Suddenly he felt like crying.

Sniffling and cursing himself, he made his way over to his bed, let himself fall into it and just pulled the blanket over his head. He didn’t even take the time to feed his pet bunny Hime, nor did he intend to come back out of hiding any time soon.

The others would probably not even notice that he was gone…

A knock on his door startled him completely. He kept still, listening if the sound repeated itself. Had he just imagined it?

“Young Kouda?”

Kouda would have jumped up if he had not been wrapped in his blankets tightly. Calling out in utter surprise, he managed, “S-Sensei?!”

“Yes, it’s me,” All Might sounded as if he was worried. “Is everything alright with you, my boy? You left the room in such a rush, I feared you felt sick.”

Oh. On top of his self-loathing, Kouda now felt guilty too. Now he had worried Sensei for nothing.

“I-I actually didn’t feel so well!” He called back, searching for a reason as to why he had run from the room without confessing that he had been afraid. “B-But I will just sleep it off, so it should be okay! Please don’t worry about me!”

There was a pause, before, “Can I come in?”

“N-No!” That was the exact opposite of what the boy wanted – his Sensei seeing him afraid over a simple movie. “I-It’s alright! You don’t have to worry about me!”

“Young Kouda,” now there was it, that stubborn strike of the former hero that still showed sometimes. “I didn’t ask if I have to do anything. I simply asked if it is okay with you if I come in.”

Part of Kouda wanted to protest still, but he felt that he had lost. He would only worry his teacher further if he sent him away now, and that he did not want. Mumbling, half-hoping that the other wouldn’t hear him, he gave his consent.

And of course All Might heard him. Kouda couldn’t see the man, still huddled under his blanket as he was, but he heard the door open and close again, before All Might laughed softly. “Why, hello there, Hime.”

Kouda peeked over the edge of his blanket and smiled involuntarily. Hime sat in All Might’s way, sniffing at his ankles. The little rabbit had instantly taken a liking to the hero the moment it had seen him for the first time.  

All Might crouched with a silent grunt, getting closer to the little animal in order to pet it. His gaze, however, was fixed on Kouda – and the boy realized with a start that the former hero could see him from where he was peeking out from under the blanket.

Squeaking, he dived back under.

“Kouda,” there were worry and confusion mixed into All Might’s voice. “My boy, what is wrong?”

“I… I just don’t feel so well,” Kouda stuttered.

I’m a real coward, part of him reminded him again.

A pause followed, before All Might asked, “Was it the movie?”

Kouda almost groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. Great. Had he been that easy to read?

“Because if it was, then I have to say that I completely understand that you felt sick about that,” his teacher continued, tone easy. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much fake blood in one place. And the movie had barely even started!”

That did make him feel slightly better, but…

“I was afraid,” Kouda murmured, gripping the blanket over him tighter. “I’m always so easily scared.”

“There is nothing wrong with being afraid. We all are afraid from time to time.”

That was not the issue. That was not what had him so worried…

“Sensei?

“Yes?

“Do you… Do you think I really can become a hero?”

A long, long silence followed. Kouda burrowed deeper under his protecting blanket, eyes closed tightly. He had managed to get the question out, but now he was afraid of the answer.

The boy jolted and tensed even more as the mattress dipped beside him. But he surrendered without protest as the blanket was pulled out of his grasp and away from him.

All Might was frowning down at him, but not in anger, just confused curiosity. “Whatever brought this up, my boy?”

“The movie, partly.” Kouda blinked up at his teacher, wishing the blanket-barrier back. “B-But I thought about it since the exams. F-For the hero licenses”

The frown only deepened. “You passed that exam.”

“Y-Yes, but…” Kouda turned and wrestled himself up into a sitting position. Fiddling with the hem of his shirt, not daring to meet his teacher’s eyes, he confessed, “I trained hard and long for that exam and I did pass, but… when I was there, I… I saw so many strong people a-and… and they all want to be heroes! A-And then I… I s-started to think that… that they would probably be a better choice than me. T-That I’m… less suited to be a hero with my quirk, and… that I probably just passed b-because the others helped me.”

There was a sound, All Might preparing for something to say, but Kouda interrupted him, the words flowing now, “It’s just that – my quirk is not that special! It’s not suited for fighting or protecting… and I’m always afraid and…a-and I wouldn’t be able to protect myself, or others… and then I saw the others fighting and thought that… if I could be more like them…. more like Midoriya, or Todoroki, or Bakugou… that I could become a hero then. But not the way I am now.

I’m more of a coward than a hero.” Kouda finished and closed his eyes, willing the tears that threatened to spill back. He would not embarrass himself further by crying now.

He startled and froze when he was suddenly wrapped up in a warm, strong hug.

Drawing a quick, surprised breathe, Kouda opened his eyes and found himself pressed against All Might’s chest, one of the hero’s hands carefully cradling the back of his head and the other stroking over his arm.

“S-Sensei?”

“Now listen up here,” All Might’s voice was rumbling and deep, but there was no anger or annoyance in it. Just reassuring warmth. “While I do know that at least one of those three boys you just listed up would be pretty flattered by what you just said – and I’m sure the other two would be proud, too – you got that completely wrong, young Kouda. You don’t measure yourself up to them, you hear me? Not ever do you do that. And of course you can become a hero! It would be silly to think something else.“

The words needed an eternity to sink in, and even then, Kouda wanted to protest.

You’re just saying that. You just want to cheer me up.

“B-But…” was all the boy managed to get out, voice raspy and breaking and confused.

“No,” All Might interrupted him, carefully pushing the boy away so that they could look at each other. “Nothing of that. No buts. You, young Kouda, are perfect just the way you are. That does not mean that you won’t ever change in your life – you’re still young, and there will be many things to come for you, many things that will change you gradually. But at any given moment will you be yourself, and that’s just wonderful and perfect. Don’t think about being someone else. Just be you.”

While Kouda sniffled and hiccupped, tears starting to spill in amazed gratitude, All Might smiled at him, soft and warm. "If you always strive to be someone else, then you miss the opportunity to be the best you that you could have been.”

Kouda managed a teary smile at that, hiccupping and nodding in understanding.

That got him a wide, almost boyish grin from the retired hero. “All good now?”

Snorting a half-laugh, Kouda whipped his eyes with the back of his hand, “Uh-huh. Um… sorry for crying, though.”

“Nonsense! I’m kind of used to crying already.”

That made Kouda laugh for real, the thought that he knew a classmate who cried very easily and thus had the faint idea of whom Sensei was talking about just too funny.

He had just opened his mouth to say “Thank you” when another knock at the door interrupted him. Kouda hesitated, looking between the door and his teacher.

All Might nodded at the door, signaling him that it was his decision if he wanted to answer it or not.

“Y-Yes?” Kouda called out.

The door opened a crack, and Jirou peeked into the room. “There you are! Oh, and Sensei, you too.”

She vanished from the crack, leaning back to talk to someone behind her, “Guys, they’re both here.”

“Sweet!” Kirishima appeared at Jirou’s stead, grinning sheepishly. “Sensei, things were going crazy once you left!”

“Oh?” All Might tilted his head, half smiling, half frowning. “What happened?”

“We couldn’t watch further without you!” Mina pushed the door open completely, revealing herself and the rest of the class standing outside of Kouda’s room.

“Yeah!” That was Tooru calling from the back row. “We didn’t have anyone to hold onto without you!”

“I tried to hold onto Bakugou, but he sneered at me.”

“Of fucking course I did, I don’t want anyone clinging to me!” Bakugou snapped at whoever had just said that, causing a few to laugh or shake their heads.

“Honestly,” that was Izuku speaking, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “We, uh, don’t feel like watching that movie anymore.”

“It’s scary,” Tsuyu said as a matter of fact, and the others nodded at that.

Kouda had just watched, wide-eyed, as his friends appeared in front of his room one after another. Now he jumped, surprised, as All Might nudged him slightly in the rips.

Blinking over at his teacher, the former hero grinned at him as if to say See? Not the only one afraid.

Kouda grinned back hesitantly, actually feeling much better after that conversation already – but hearing that the others had been scared by a simple movie, too, made it all that much better.

“What else should we watch, then?” All Might spoke up, having to speak louder in order to be heard over the discussions going on.

“Something funny!”

“Something cute!”

“No romance-shit, though.”

“Just not another horror movie.”

“Uh, yeah. No horror.”

“U-Um…” Kouda spoke up, half-ducking behind his teacher as everyone turned to look at him. “I-I have a few Disney-movies on DVD… w-we could watch one of those?”

Jirou smiled at that, and Uraraka clapped her hands. Mina cheered, “Kouda, you’re a genius!”

“A life-saver, man,” Kaminari said, pointing at Bakugou. “At least this way, Baron Explodo won’t kill anymore innocent pillows.”

“Hey! That fucking ghost surprised me, okay?!”

“Yeah, right.”

“Fuck you, Pikachu!”

“Let’s get that movie,” All Might said to Kouda as everybody started arguing again. “Before there are more explosions. That would be even worse than the fake blood.”

Kouda laughed aloud as he freed himself from his cocoon of blankets, joining Izuku and Uraraka in their search for a fitting movie.

He still felt the warm hug, the sensation imprinted, as they sat together in front of the TV later, watching Bambi.

And even years later, he would remember that one sentence that had managed to reach him.

“Just be you.”

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I didn’t have much time for this piece here (studying for exams takes up most of my time) but I gave it my all to make it comforting and fluffy nonetheless!

Anon, I really hope this helped you a bit! I don’t know what got you down, but whatever it is, I hope it will pass and you will feel better soon!

Have a wonderful day! =D

Incomplete list of prose of each type

[[This list is based off of people I personally know who I know are of these types]]

ENFP: The emotion bubbled up in her chest. She had the good sense to keep it in as she thought of what to say, what she wanted. In those brief, imperceptible moments, the ivy grew with new possibility. It split out further and further as it grew, some ends tangling with others, some vines leading to the same leaf. Each leaf was colored with feeling, some green, some deep blue, some angry red. Sometimes, the ivy didn’t grow fast enough for her to know every leaf before the feeling bubbled right up to the top like a fizzy soda. This wasn’t always bad, but she didn’t have the control she wanted. However, she still grew ivy outside her window because she loved her life with a touch of chaos.

INFP: It was her job to man the scales. She weighed what they had said, what they had done, and made her judgments. Some words were heavier than others, like picking up a large stone over a small vase. When she glanced at her peers, some could lift the large stones fine, while the small vases gave them trouble. It frustrated her. She wished she could lift the heavy stones with ease, especially when others tried to tell her “it’s just a stone.” She wanted to say, “It’s not just a stone! To me, it’s very heavy!” She wanted to criticize their trouble with the vases. She never did. She simply understood that everyone had their own sense of “right.”

ENTP: The thought was like a bolt of lightning, a flash and then it was decided. The electric paths that had briefly branched out were gone when the path reached a logical conclusion. Every debate with him was like a thunderstorm, every idea was like a far off flash of lightning, every moment with him was like the sensation of dry static. You never knew when something was going to spark. Though, if there were a real lightning storm every time the boy talked, the saying “lightning never strikes twice” would not exist. There would simply be too many sparks, but, like the way it felt to watch him go, the world would be full of light.

INTP: Just the flick of their finger set a small rubber ball in motion. Oddly enough, the sequence wasn’t complete. Why? There was an end point, but they hadn’t constructed all that way yet. Why? They added to the sequence of chains reactions as the ball moved. They were never racing against the the speed of the ball somehow, yet the ball moved as fast as possible. The reason they built their conclusions like this – only starting the sequence a bit before constructing the path to point B – was because they didn’t know which way the ball would move. They made room for every possible path to the conclusion. It had to be this way. If they built the path beforehand, it would be unnecessarily complex. There would be too much work and material involved. Building as they went was much more accurate.

ENFJ: He smiled brightly at every person he knew, at every word they said. He knew that by being inviting, he could win them over. He knew that if they just felt comfortable with him, then he and them could be friends. He built the connections like a web, connecting the people he met to himself. The strands of their relationships had silvery sheen when he hooked them together. The hardest part was weaving them to the center, though. How would he do it? Would they even be willing? He hoped that with every smile he could weave them into his center a little easier. He hoped all the support he could give could make the silvery threads stronger. 

INFJ: The basket of yarn in her room looked almost out of place, but she was such a quiet person that anything was possible with her. When she found time to herself, she used the yarn to weave intricate pictures of what she wanted in her life. She kept each picture in her closet for future use. She enjoyed listening to her loved ones talk as she wove, for when she wove around others, the colors of her yarn changed. When asked what she would do with all these pictures in her closet, she only shrugged. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what she was doing, – she could see the tapestry in her mind’s eye fine – she was only worried that if she didn’t play to their mood correctly, they wouldn’t give her such beautiful colors.

INTJ: She kept a cold look on her face as she worked. She had a goal to reach, and she couldn’t let anyone stop her. She would twist a bolt here, add some metal there, take out a pipe here. Pieces were added and removed with new information, and with people coming and going from her life. Every step was meant to refine the final picture. She kept the picture tacked on her wall, so that she could see it every time she passed in and out of her workroom. She had few people who could give her so much to work with that she kept them around, but she made a new friend that suddenly gave her so much energy, so much material, so much possibility. And the thought came to her, “Maybe I do need help reaching my goal.”

ISFP:  “Every feeling has a color.” She hated the look people gave her when she said that. Those looks pushed her to make her feelings shown, easily palatable, easily understood. When she took those feelings to a canvas, the world made sense. She would take her fear and loneliness and dread, and she would sew it together. She would use her happiness, her love, her pride, to dye cloth and stain pottery. Each shape carefully chosen, each stroke meticulously placed. The people looked upon her work, and they understood. In those moments, she felt the most secure. After that, she labeled the paint buckets in her room with every emotion she could feel.

ISTP: He ground the gears to fit together. He didn’t care if adjustments had to be made, just that it was important for the gear to fit into the machine as soon as possible. It was entirely made of some odd clockwork, and he only knew it worked in pieces. However, when he needed each piece, the machine immediately groaned with life. Little bits of information came to him in the form of wheels he then ground into usable gears. He had gotten to the point were the skill was as natural as his breath. Some wheels he absolutely couldn’t work with, and those were instantly cast aside. But, each gear he finished and placed made him feel a bit more proud of the mind he was constructing.

ESFJ: When he looked at her, he thought of the color blue and the taste of strawberries. He knew that not every word could be blue, and not every look could taste like strawberries. Not everyone liked blue; not everyone liked strawberries. Sometimes, he had to talk in green or beige or white because most people he was talking to liked green and beige and white. Thus far, he knew how to talk in green, beige, white, and everything was difficult because all she wanted to hear was blue. She wanted him only to be like strawberries. But when she smiled, the world turned orange. When she laughed, everything tasted like chocolate. He figured that blue strawberries might not be so bad after all.

ISFJ: When she put the brownies on the table, everyone reached for one. It looked the way it had always looked, the image played out as it always had, and nothing was so soothing as that. Whenever she came to the fork in the road that lead home, the first time she had to follow the map replayed like she was living it all over again. Every time she did laundry, the memory of talking with her mother, folding clothes on a large bed, watching now-old TV shows, played like it was in a movie. She loved replays, reruns, repeats. She had a fear of first times because there was no film in her camera to draw off of. She just had to press “record.”

ESTJ: The design of her “Pros & Cons” pad was her own, since she always made the list the same way: listing the positive and negative traits and outcomes, assigning them a value based on importance, and adding up the points at the end. Her family had seen her many lists, sometimes disappointed by the lists she made about them. She had enough to wall paper her bedroom, her sister’s bedroom, and then some. She liked keeping her past lists, tabbed with the days she referenced them, color-coded by situation. Made decisions easy. She liked when her life followed the path it was supposed to. Which was why it was so odd that she fell in love with a man who embraced alternate universes and chaos with open arms. 

Dear Brother

Papyrus formed bones, then flung them at the dummy for the thousandth time. “That’s not good enough! Bombard your enemy so they have no chance of escape!” Undyne shouted at him. Papyrus sighed, forming the bones again and again flinging them at the dummy. He could have sworn he saw the dummy blink a couple times, but he pushed it away as just something that didn’t exist and his eyes were just playing tricks on him. His face held the look of concentration, the look of anger, the look of someone who wanted revenge, the look of someone who wanted to kill whoever they were attacking. But under that mask, was one of worry. One of concern. One of guilt. Why did he feel guilty? He felt like he had done something to make his brother the way he is now. What had he done? He had no clue, but somehow, he felt like it was his fault.

He remembered the last time he saw his brother. Standing in the woods, alone, tears dripping off of his skull. Papyrus wanted to hug him, but his brother was gone before he could do anything. So, he just sat there and screamed. “WHY? WHY SANS WHY? WHAT DID I DO?” he had shouted, much to his dismay when he realized his brother never heard him. Tears threatened to form in his eye-sockets, but he forced them back, not wanting to look weak in front of Undyne. He flung bone after bone at the dummy, some of them sharp to a glimmering point. He saw that the dummy had begun to dodge his bones if they got too close to damaging it, but he didn’t care. He just kept throwing. “Alright Pap! That’s enough!” Undyne shouted. Papyrus stood there, panting, regaining control of his sometimes uncontrollable magic.

“Okay Papyrus, go on home. That’s enough training for today.” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Papyrus nodded and began making his way home. “Oh! And say hi to Sans for me! I haven’t seen him in so long!” He cringed at that last part, not changing his stride. “Just do your damn rounds…” he called back, not waiting for an answer. He would have taken the river back to Snowdin, but he wasn’t exactly in the mood to hear the Riverman/woman’s constant humming. Instead, he just walked back, eyes fixed on the moving ground in front of him and one hand holding onto the opposite elbow.

It was now, when he had gotten far away from Undyne’s home, that Papyrus began to cry, wiping the tears away every once and awhile only to have them come back in greater numbers. He got to a ledge, then jumped down, eventually reaching to the area of Waterfall that was always raining. Why was it raining constantly here? No one knew. Papyrus felt so much like the last puzzle piece in this place. Whenever he came here to think, about anything really, he was always crying. He was crying like the ceiling was always crying. Sometimes, he would look up and just let some of the water droplets fall into his skull, only to spill back out of his lower jaw. There was a slight wind, not strong, but just strong enough to make his blue scarf slightly flap like a flag.

He thought back to the first time he had gotten that scarf. He was around five years old, and Sans was kneeling down in front of him, stars in his eyes and the biggest smile on his face. He remembered how he had hugged his brother constantly that night, thanking him the whole time. He only stopped when he had fallen asleep, at their home, on top of Sans. He remembered waking up the next morning, still wrapped in his brother’s arms. He had placed a small kiss on his brother’s forehead, before he had gotten up and gone into the kitchen to attempt to make him pancakes. Papyrus chuckled sadly. He remembered how those pancakes had turned out and how much a mess of the kitchen he had made.

After a long while of thinking, he realized he was finally back in Snowdin and he had been staring at their house for a while now. He turned around and looked into the forest that extended beyond Snowdin all the way to the Ruins. Somewhere in that forest, Sans was sleeping each night, finding his own food. Or was he? Was Sans starving himself? Papyrus shook the thought out of his head. No, Sans wouldn’t do that, no matter what. Papyrus turned around again, then went inside the house. He walked into the kitchen and cooked some spaghetti. He made two plates, one for him, and one for Sans. If he ever came home. Papyrus sat alone in the living room in front of the tv, eating his spaghetti and watching Mettaton’s nightly show. Normally, he would be laughing and smiling and adoring Mettaton. But since Sans left, that almost never happened. He finished his plate of pasta, and Sans had not come home.

He sighed and cleaned up his plate in the kitchen, spotting the second plate he had left. He stared sadly at it for a while, before picking it up and opening the front door and placing it on the doorstep. Maybe Sans would come and eat it during the night. Papyrus sighed again, shaking his head. What was he thinking, Sans hadn’t come home in such a long time. What would make tonight any different? He closed the door, leaving the plate on the step as he went to bed. He woke the next morning and sleepily getting out of his red car-shaped bed and walking downstairs.

He stopped at the bottom, staring at the front door. He walked over, the constant thought in his mind that Sans had not come home and on the front step would be a frozen plate of spaghetti. But when he opened the door, the plate of spaghetti was empty. He sighed, thinking an orphan or something else had gotten to it. He picked up the plate and went back inside to clean it, not noticing the small, sad figure that watched from behind one of the trees.


My god, two Monofell related creations in one night? I have too much inspiration of this type right now. With Tear-Stained Snow, I made it from Sans’s point of view. But not from Papyrus’s, which is where this story comes in! You could call this a part two, but I might not since it only mentions the previous situation once. Soooooo……

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late night GTA raywood thoughts/drabble, i guess

So, this is a little something I wrote up for no reason. Um, maybe for my 50 follower milestone? It’s really the crew’s view on Ray. It gets super raywood-y at Ryan’s view, which is under the read more tab. Am I ashamed? No. Not at all. 


To Geoff, Ray was the cool neighbor that Geoff would never have. Ray made Geoff laugh and made the gent relax with a calm voice, even in the middle of a particularly stressful heist. Ray was the one Geoff didn’t have to worry about. The man was self-sufficient, never forgot his role in the heist, and never really made Geoff worry. Ray was young, but you could tell he had experience. Geoff would gladly smoke with the lad and discuss any kind of stuff. Ray wasn’t wiry like Gavin, and wasn’t as bitter as Michael. Ray was cool, quiet, smart and comedic. And when it called for it, Ray was serious, solemn and understanding. He could easily judge a situation and help steer Geoff in the right direction. Ray was the man Geoff could trust.


To Jack, Ray was the older kid that helped take care of the others. Ray would always be open to jump up and help Jack. Every morning, Ray would be in the kitchen with Jack, helping make breakfast for six people that ate like monsters. Ray would help Jack clean up the house a bit. Ray would do small things, like keep his room and weapons organized, just to give Jack one less person to worry about. Ray would scold the other Lads if they were getting out of hand. He’d wrangle up Michael and Gavin when they were yelling too loud or to help clean. Ray wouldn’t force Jack into a conversation when they were up in the sky in a huge plane and Jack really just needed to focus on the terrain to get them to the right place. Ray could take care of everyone when Jack was gone. Ray was Jack’s little helper.

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anonymous asked:

Something I really really love about the acting in Skam is that they're never like ... capital a Acting? I'm used to TV shows and movies (mostly but certainly not only American ones) having these moments where you're like, oh, this person is Acting now, and you can almost imagine the actor thinking "this is the moment where I show off my skills and impress people". And there's just none of that in Skam. Even the dramatic scenes just feel completely natural.

I knowwwwww. You’re right that even though we did see a lot of highly dramatic events (when you stop and consider it) they didn’t feel like they were trying too hard with them. We were so grounded in the characters and what they felt. It’s making it really hard to go back to some other watching because Skam is so natural? Even other shows that I really enjoy, there’s just much more a subconscious feeling that you’re watching A Character Doing A Plot. But in Skam, I can have that fall away and that’s amazing? 

I’m really impressed by how their conversations feel like real conversations: with stumbles and pauses and people just talking shit sometimes. I don’t know if they’re actually improving some of these lines or if they’re just that good at delivering the script in a way that feels natural? But I really miss how unforced the speech feels, switching back to watching other things.

Two Prompt Tuesday #18

Prompt: People you meet accidentally are more likely to become some of the most important individuals in your life. 
Pairing: jared Padalecki x Reader
Word Count: 900
Warnings: Couple curse words. 

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Request: Lazy Day

Request: hey, before asking anything, let me tell you you’re probably my favorite fanfiction writer of ALL times. You always cheer me up with your writing and your stories, so thanks! I’m on the time of the month where life is ugly and where you’re emotionally unstable (I hate this) so I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is the youngest sister and has cramps and Sam and Dean try to confort her. It would be awesome if it had a lot of fluff. Sorry for being too specific, thanks, anyway xx.

Word Count: 854

I know exactly how you feel:( I’m sorry this took so long, it’s probably a little late now, but I guess it’s there for next time:) Thank you so much, and have an awesome day<33

It takes your brothers a few moments to figure out what’s wrong when, one morning, you shuffle into the kitchen with your duvet wrapped tightly around your body. You look greyish and exhausted, but what strikes them is that you’re obviously in pain.

“Y/N?” Sam sees it first, seeing as Dean’s back is turned making pancakes that smell equal parts amazing and sickening, “What’s wrong?”

Dean twists sharply, “Are you hurt? Did someone-?”

You shake your head, “No, no, just… girl stuff.”

It takes a second, but realisation dawns on their faces at the exact same moment and there’s a collective sigh of ohh from both of them. It makes you smile, even just a little, and you sit down at the table where a mug of hot coffee already waits for you.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks, “Do you need anything?”

“Don’t worry, I’m covered.” You don’t miss the look of relief that crosses their features – the odd time you’ve had to send them for feminine products always had you in stitches, thanks to their lack of experience with the subject.

Dean glances around the kitchen, before reaching into a cupboard and pulling out a pack of painkillers, which he tosses over, “You sure you don’t need anything?”

“I’m fine. Happens every month, remember?” You down a couple of pills with your coffee, shooting them a nonchalant smile as they grimace in sympathy – they’ve said, time and time again, that they’re infinitely grateful that they don’t have to deal with that as well as hunting and don’t know how you do.

“You want some snacks?” Sam asks, draining the last of his coffee and standing up, “I need to go on a supply run anyway, so…?”

“If you bring pretzels I’ll love you forever.”

“Pretzels, gotcha. And Ice-cream?” At your nod, he asks, “Pistachio or mint-choc-chip?”

“Uh…”

“Both it is.” He smiles brightly, patting your head. Before you can thank him, he’s gone, and Dean takes his seat in front of you.

“TV’s yours if you want it.” He offers – the arguments you have about TV are the most sibling-y things you do and this offer… it seems too good to be true.

“What’s the catch?” You ask, narrowing your eyes. Dean holds up his hands in defence, laughing at your accusation.

“No catch.”

“So I can watch Cake Boss without you taking the piss?” You ask, and Dean nods in concession. You grin, “You don’t have to pity me.”

“I don’t pity you. I just can’t be bothered with your whining right now.” He teases. You roll your eyes, picking up your mug and gathering the duvet around your shoulders.

“In that case, I’m out.”

***

You find an episode of Cake Boss and settle into the couch, duvet wrapped tightly around yourself. After a while, Dean slips into the room and takes a seat beside you, tucking his feet beneath your duvet. You glance at him, and he shrugs.

“The show isn’t that bad. Anyway, Sam’ll be back soon, and he’ll just sit here otherwise. And we had burritos last night, he’ll be windy.”

“Fair enough.” You laugh. You let the show play in silence for a few minutes, until Dean moves closer to you and holds out an arm, offering to let you lean into him. You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

“Dean, I’m twenty-eight, not thirteen. I’m fine.”

“I know you’re fine, but you’re still my baby sister.”

“I’m not your baby anything. Quit fussing.” You insist, but you lean into him nonetheless – he’s warm, and he smells familiar and soothing. Sometimes, with all of the shit that goes down on a seemingly daily basis, you feel like the three of you are drifting apart and it scares you more than anything you’ve ever done or seen.

He smiles smugly, “You’ll always be the baby. Perks of being born last.”

“Screw off, Dean.” You nudge him in the ribs, but he only laughs in response. Before he can formulate a reply witty enough to appease you, Sam leans in the doorway, holding out a bag that appears to be brimming with junk food.

“You two look cosy.” He teases, before glancing at the TV, “And is that Cake Boss?”

“Yeah. Problem?”

“Not at all.” He grins, tossing over a packet of pretzels and a couple of assorted candy bags, “Happy?”

“Very. Thank you, Sammy.”

“Anytime. I brought some DVDs they had on sale, too – I figured you’d benefit from a lazy day.”

“I really don’t need you to fuss!” You insist – however, you’re not complaining, “Then again, I think we all need it. Come sit down.”

***

You spend the day watching films, eating junk food, (you end up ordering like five pizzas later that night, because none of you can agree what toppings to get)  and, admittedly, falling asleep on each other. It brings back fond memories of your youth, before everything got hellishly complicated (no pun intended) and it was just the three of you for weeks at a time. Despite your brothers’ constant fussing, you find yourself appreciating the time you spend together more than anything else.

Why I Don’t Complain about Arrow

*This is not a diss towards anyone. It’s just me sharing my thoughts.*

Believe it or not, there was a time when my family didn’t watch TV. We didn’t even watch the Super Bowl. (Though Julie Andrew’s movies were watched A LOT.) I won’t go into the details, but the TV didn’t get used much until the winter of 2008, and then it was only on for football. (Please don’t feel bad for us; we still had a great time.) In the winter of 2014, we started our first TV show, which was Arrow. We binged the first two and a half seasons, and we’ve been watching ever since. 

A while ago, when the negativity about the show hit it’s all-time high, I asked myself a question: why do some people find every little problem and complain about, and I, along with my siblings, just roll with it? After a long time thinking about it, the answer came. 

It’s because we treat this show like it’s a privilege. We know how it is to not have TV in the house, we know how it is to wait four days until we are allowed to watch an episode. Every episode that we get to watch is considered a privilege in my house. 

My dad gets done with work early on Wednesdays, which is always great, but in the fall and spring, it means we work hard outside until it’s dark. Sometimes it’s splitting wood, sometimes it’s clearing forest…we’ve done all sorts of crazy things. But we know that when we get home from swim practice, we get to watch our show, because we worked hard. Those forty-two minutes are so much fun in my house. We laugh, I cry. After they’re over, we go upstairs to our bedroom and talk until midnight about our theories, favorite moments, and how hot Oliver was. 

Complaining doesn’t happen because we love watching Arrow every week. It’s a special event. Why get upset about it? There’s other things to be annoyed at; a wedding not happening or a new boyfriend isn’t a problem. Do we get mad about characters? Yes. One of my sisters has an entire folder of screen-caps dedicated to making fun of Susan. 

Not everyone is in this situation. We’re not all still living under our parents’ roofs, and not everyone has a family like mine. But regardless of how, and where, and why we watch this show (or any show), we need to take a minute and remember that it is a privilege that we get to watch this. We need to be thankful that there are writers, directors, stunt men, and actors willing to sacrifice years of their lives so that we can tune in every week to watch. 

Yes, I know that some people think there’s major problems with the show. I’m sure there are. But I just chose not to see them. I love Arrow, and I love that swim practice before, knowing that I get to watch it. As the rest of the season starts up, just remember this, okay? We are so privileged to watch this. A lot of people have never watched anything on a television, but we have the opportunity to. 

And that’s something we should be forever grateful for. 

anonymous asked:

I'm trying to type someone I know and he comes off as an ENFP bc he had lot of Ne and he's very open with his emotions but the way he makes use of his feelings are Fe-like, so I wanted to ask how to tell the difference between and ENFP and an ENTP with well developed Fe?

ENFP vs. ENTP (with well developed Fe): What’s the Difference?

I’ll use a personal example for this, since this is the exact distinction between me (ENFP) and one of my roommates (ENTP with a well developed Fe).

Dominant Ne: Both of us are perfectly content to sit around and discuss ideas. We enjoy discussion for the sake of discussion, and are likely to pose a question without having a fully thought out answer beforehand. We’re both fascinated by the conceptual - Cosmos is one of our favorite shows to watch together. Neither of us are “doers” in the physical sense, however, we are both quick witted and can come up with idea after idea. Both of us have short attention spans, and often like the idea of things more than the actual thing. Neither of us are great planners, because we always prefer to leave our options open.

Ti-Fe (ENTP) vs. Fi-Te (ENFP)

What strikes me as the first major difference between my ENTP roommate and I is her constant need to make sense of things logically. This screams Ti. We’ll be watching TV, or I’ll be telling her a story, and she’ll be like “but wait that makes no sense?!?” and wont stop with the questioning until she has a satisfactory answer. She uses her logic to try and make sense of people (Ti-Fe), and believes she is more in tune with logical systems than she is with people’s motivations.

I (the ENFP) on the other hand am much more likely to default to wanting to understand the human elements of the situation (Fi). Who are these people and why are they fighting? How would I feel if I were them? Why do I think they’re acting the way they are? Is what they’re doing morally right? What IS morality anyway? For me, understanding people isn’t so much of a logical process as it is introspective and intuitive.

Though I’m an F type and she’s a T type, in general she’s more broadly emotionally expressive than I am. This makes sense as well, as Fe is oriented outward and therefore more in tune with provocative stimuli in the immediate environment. Her expressions of emotion are reactionary – she’ll loudly gasp at a story I tell her or at a plot twist in a movie. She also seems genuinely saddened when I’m sad, happy when I’m happy, as if she can “feel” my emotions just by being near me (Fe)

In contrast, my expressions of emotion are all sourced from within (Fi). I’m not easily affected by external stimuli or emotions of others in my environment, unless I put myself in that person’s shoes. When I’m expressing enthusiasm about something, it’s because I find it really interesting or exciting, not because I’m feeding off the energy of anyone else. This makes by emotional expression less broad, but more intense. Sure, I’ll express enthusiasm at the successes of my friends, but it’s because I’m excited for them, not because I’m feeding off of their excited energy like an Fe user would.

My ENTP roommate and I also have different emotional advice giving styles. My ENTP roommate is all about listening and sympathizing (Fe). You tell her something that’s going on in your life, and she’ll sympathize and automatically take on some of your pain as her own (Fe). My advice giving style on the other hand also emphasizes compassion, but I also ask probing questions about why you’re feeling the way you’re feeling, then a pep talk about why you’re awesome and ideas of how to look at your situation in a different way. I start with wanting to gain a deep understanding of the problem at hand (Fi) and then suggest an action plan as to what to do about it (Te). My advice talks have an inspirational emphasis, while hers emphasize emotional support.

Also, she’s great at fixing things that go wrong in the apartment (Ti). When I say I can’t figure out how to get the ice machine working in our refrigerator (I’m DREADFUL with mechanical things), she’s the first one to step up and take a look at it. I’m generally awful about apartment cleanliness (see post on ENFPs and cleaning). 

However, my Te does manifest through a less frequented blunt side that often surprises my friends. Generally I like to keep the peace, but sometimes, especially when I see people I care about being wronged, my ENFP Te-bitch slap comes out to play. But unlike my ENTP roommates’s default personal logical process, I apply logic intentionally only AFTER I’ve determined that I can’t solve a problem by analyzing human elements.

Summary

  • ENTPs first try and determine what makes sense to them (Ti), and then they turn their attention to the emotions, values, and feelings of the group (Fe)
  • ENFPs first try and determine what feels right to them (Fi), and then implement and express their ideas through objective logic (Te)