sometimes i think people are setting me up

Imagine One Shot -- Just Some Casual Stalking.

Tom HiddlestonxReader

Summary: Tom tells the story of how you get on a talk show.

Graham leaned forward, “So, Thomas,”

Tom laughed immediately, “Oh dear, this is going to be a big one,” he turns to look at the audience, “he only calls me Thomas before the really big questions.”

Graham laughs and nods, “It’s true, very very true. Speaking of True, is it true that you stalked your fiance on set before you met? ”

Tom made a face, “It was just some casual stalking,” Graham and the audience start laughing,

“No, no, Let me explain myself, you see, as you all know (y / n) was the screenwriter of (Romantic Movie Title). We spent hours talking about the script, my character, emails, texts, phone calls. All of that. But never met in person. So, it’s the first week of shooting and I see this girl. This absolutely adorable girl talking to the director. I think, ‘Okay, go get introduced.’ I got grabbed by wardrobe because there was some last minute change and by the time I get back. She’s not there. We start the scene. I think that was when we filmed the wedding scene, and I look out and there she is again, this time over clearly whispering to someone from production, and forget my lines. Totally gone. ”

There is another round of laughter and Tom laughs as well, adjusting a little awkwardly in his seat.

“Yeah, so there I am, speechless,”

Graham laughs, “Was that a first?”

“It was new.” He joined in the laughter and continued. “I shake my head and apologize and get back to filming. When it was a break to change the setup, I just instantly start looking for her again, I need to know who this girl is. I was a man on a mission and I found out" he had a pause for effect, “nothing, she was gone. So I figure, okay she must be involved with the film somehow right? She was talking to some important people. She had to come back. So by this time I was texting (y / n) pretty often, sometimes about the movie and sometimes just to say hello, I call her to save time in texting, she picks up and I say, Oh my God (y / n), I think I fell in love with someone on set today. So, she starts grilling me, what did she look like, who is she? and I start describing this girl,“ anotjer pause "and I hear her laughing,in stereo, turn around and there she is… that adorable girl. So yeah, a little bit of stalking and I found my best friend.”

  • Chanyeol: we need to set some ground rules, i can hang out with other people..
  • Baekhyun: what do you mean?
  • Chanyeol: sometimes i want to go out with other friends
  • Sehun: i think he's breaking up with us...
  • Baekhyun: OH GOD OH GOD *starts tearing up*
  • Chanyeol: no that's not what i- Sehun please
  • Sehun: oh no you don't, don't "sehun" me you cheater

From the second that was announced as the new Overwatch hero, I knew I had to cosplay her. I was first introduced to the character at Blizzcon 2015, when three new Overwatch characters were revealed during the convention’s opening ceremonies. I instantly fell in love with and the design of her mech suit, and came home from the convention already planning how to build the MEKA. Since I like to bring elements of engineering and incorporate electrical and mechanical pieces into my costumes, this was the perfect project for me. There were endless details to the design that I was so excited to create, and building the mech would allow me to incorporate my interest in robotics into my favorite hobby: cosplay!

This costume was the product of six long months of hard work, half of which was designing, and half of which was actual construction. I spent a long time making patterns and drafting up blueprints, taking lots care to ensure that everything was the right size and would function the way they were supposed to. I also set aside a large portion of time to design the moving parts of my costume, including fully puppeteer-able arms, LED lights, and motors that would make the mech’s guns spin. Once all the math and measurement was done, I begun work on the actual construction of the MEKA. Due to a busy second semester of school, I ended up making the majority of my costume ten days before the convention! Luckily, I was able to finish (albeit, with only a few hours to spare) by the time Anime Expo rolled around, though I plan to make some updates before the next time I wear it.

The reaction I received at Anime Expo from all the attendees and photographers really made all the hard work pay off. The reception I got was the best I’ve ever had for a cosplay. People were amazed at the functionality of the costume, and I was constantly being stopped for pictures and videos. They were even more wowed when I stood up to walk in the stilts of the costume, or when I turned on the rotating Gatling guns. I think the best reactions I got were by far from the other Overwatch cosplayers; it was great to chat with others in the same community about our favorite game and our costumes. I even had a few Overwatch employees and artists approach me, ask for a picture, and tell me that they couldn’t wait to share the photo with their coworkers at Blizzard! I loved the reaction this costume got from people just as much as I loved the process, and debuting’s MEKA, despite all the previous stress of trying to finish it, made for one of the best weekends ever.

Anime Expo, as known by both those who have and haven’t attended, is by far one of the largest (and most crowded) conventions in the world. Typically, I don’t mind crowds and large groups of people, but while in costume, it becomes a nightmare, in this costume especially. Trying to walk through the main lobby was a huge struggle, let alone the exhibit hall. I had a handler with me the whole time, who helped clear the way in front of me as I walked around so I wouldn’t bump anyone with my huge costume. Sometimes, though, one person was not enough to part the crowds, and I often ended up getting swept up in the current of people regardless. Interestingly, on three separate occasions I had random people jump in and help guide me through the crowds, which was extremely generous. It was great to have multiple people helping me avoid bumping into anyone. But I wouldn’t expect anyone to set aside their time and help me, let alone complete strangers. If anything, I think these incidents demonstrate the kindness and generosity of the cosplay community, and how helpful most people are to their fellow cosplayers.

Princess Helicopter 

I absolutely HATE people using mental illness as adjectives. No you are not “a little bit OCD” because you like to sometimes straighten up your table settings. No your ex is not “bipolar” because she got mad at you for being an ass. No someone is not a “narcissist” just because they chose to set boundaries and protect themselves. And thinking because you get nervous once a month about public speaking means you have an anxiety disorder is also wrong. First of all, people with these illnesses suffer, A LOT. I have BPD and PTSD and recovering OCD. My OCD used to be so bad I thought people were trying to poison me 24/7. And I still get extreme paranoia every time I get sick. Mental illness is so hard to overcome. In some cases, people are stuck with it for life. When you casually use their illness as an insult or as an adjective for something small, people take it less seriously and don’t understand when someone actually says “I have OCD please don’t do that” and they mean it. Please be understanding that someone around you may be going through something awful. Just be empathetic. And don’t generalize either.

Anyone else feel that their chronic illness gets looked down upon not just for being invisible but because able bodied people think it’s not that bad?

Like, take my PCOS for example

People think it just means I’ll have a lil trouble becoming a parent

But like, I get crippling pains that can hospitalise me for days, my ovaries are riddled with cysts that can and have ruptured, it leaves me exhausted, sometimes I can’t leave my own house, I can’t enjoy some of my favorite foods because the sugar in them sets off horrendous pain, I could develop diabetes, but people who know nothing about it bar difficulty conceiving just think that’s the only problem and I’m basically being a drama queen and need to buck up, and that’s only ONE of my multiple illnesses

Like honestly Debra I don’t care if your sister’s friend’s barber has it and they have seventeen children, there’s different levels of severity and it’s not just about difficulty getting pregnant

On that matter too, if somehow I got pregnant, I have like a 40% chance of miscarriage, which is upped even further thanks to having a tilted, heart-shaped uterus, so even if I wasn’t bothered by every other nasty aspect of PCOS it’s still fucking horrible to think that if I were lucky enough to create a child it has quite a large chance of dying inside me

I wish there was more respect for unseen illness

Looking back, you often find that there’s hints that guided you to your current identity. I’ve been identifying as aromantic asexual fairly consistently, but there were several moments in my life where I really felt aromantic asexual like:

Faking an interest in romantic relationship roles while playing pretend with friends I wanted to impress growing up. Crafting completely fake interests, and reinforcing that through straight acting behavior when in groups. 

Committing to strictly platonic relationship roles while playing pretend with friends I trusted, or even willing myself to be put into a romantic role if it meant playing out my platonic feelings for a friend in the role opposite of mine. 

Having panic attacks as a child about growing up alone, not because I feared never meeting someone who would love me enough to be with me but because I knew I didn’t want someone to love me like that.

Knowing at a young age that it didn’t matter if my friends cared about me or loved me or if I cared about them or loved them, because ultimately we’d all go our separate ways and I would have absolutely no one. 

Being okay with sexual humor, and making immature jokes about sex and sexuality but for some reason becoming extremely upset when sexual jokes involved me in the joke in some way. 

My friends and peers referring to me as an amoeba because of my lack of interest in other people. A lot of asexual reproduction jokes in science class. People assuming I was just immature/incapable of mature feelings like…

…romance and sexual desire. 

Picking up books that seem good to me. Reading the summary, and being disappointed at how cisheteronormative it was. Putting them down or back on the shelf because it wasn’t relatable at all to me. 

Finding cisheteronormative narratives not just unrelatable, but distressing because the people around me kept putting me into that box when I wanted nothing to do with that. 

My friends asking me for my opinion on people they were interested in, and it taking me everything in my power not to cringe because I wanted to be a good friend who validated their attraction in other people. 

e.g. “Wow, they’re so cute.” “That’s so sweet.” “How romantic.”

…when I didn’t actually care all that much, beyond the general well-being and happiness of my friends, which in turn would make me feel guilty because I would have to fake my way through so many conversations.  

Genuinely being happy for my friends having significant others, but finding the interactions between them and their significant others to be such a foreign thing to me that I can only understand on a technical perspective. 

Being the “third wheel” or “odd one out” whenever my friends brought their significant others with them to group outings, sometimes to the point of jealousy not of people being in a relationship but of not having enough time with friends.

Any sadness or frustration over this dynamic being misread as a desire for a romantic/sexual relationship, to the point of people trying to set me up with people they think would be good for me. 

The bonds between friends and I being nearly broken due to people pressuring us to be together, and me being devastated by that. Once, someone I barely knew joking about someone I supposedly liked and I put my foot down.

Them going “Oh, I heard you liked them like that though?” and I got very serious with them and said “No. I really don’t” The realization hitting them, someone I barely knew, that all the talk about us was just talk and I felt terrible about it. 

Feeling guilty for never returning feelings from friends who really did like me like that and thinking that maybe some day I could “learn” to like them like that if I just forced myself to be that way.  

My discomfort and embarrassment surrounding flirting being misread as being coy or as having a crush on someone. Being constantly paranoid to this day that my discomfort will be misinterpreted as interest, even with coworkers.


These are just some of the ways I remember feeling very aromantic asexual growing up. A lot of it centers around relationships, because I found that to be the most enlightening as to who I am and the most isolating. 

It’s important to look at some of the smaller moments in your life and go “oh yeah, that’s a clue right there” “that’s how I knew who I am” because sometimes you may feel like you’re just making things up and you don’t deserve to be you.

how to stay motivated

hey guys so recently I have had quite a few messages asking me how to stay motivated so I thought I would put it in one post so that people can see how I like to stay motivated and hopefully these tips help you too!


I feel like setting a goal is super important and this is my main source of motivation. I set little mini short-term goals and the odd long-term goal so I am surrounded by aims to get me motivated. 

So what is a short-term goal? A short-term goal is a goal that you want to set for the near future. The near future could be an hour, a day, a week, a month - but something that you can accomplish in a ‘small’ amount of time. Examples could include:

  • Getting up at 7am every morning and starting your work early
  • Reading a chapter of a book a day to improve your reading 
  • No chocolate for a month
  • No studying past 6pm
  • Keep a clean desk

A long-term goal is something that you want to reach but takes a lot longer to achieve. Long-term goals can include:

  • Going to university to study Law
  • Getting straight B’s in next years final exams
  • Landing a career in journalism
  • Gaining/losing X amount of lbs
  • Saving £X so you can go on holiday

I find setting a long-term goal can be helpful, but short-term goals are just as good. I have a long term goal at the moment to work hard and get good grades so I can go to university and study history. Whilst this is a good goal, I also need stepping stones to get me there and to keep that motivation flowing - these are my short-term goals: such as getting more organised for my final year, or getting an A on an essay I’ve written. 

Sometimes people don’t know what to do when they have to set a goal, but think slightly selfish for a bit and think about what you really want and how to get there. This sets up some motivation. I love having a goal because I feel like every small task I complete gets me one step closer to that goal of mine - almost like ticking an assignment off of your to-do list!


Speaking of to-do lists, this brings me on to tip number two. I don’t know where I would be without a to-do list/schedule because without it, I would be an absolute mess. With having so much to do, it is impossible for me to keep a mental list of everything and writing it down helps so much!

Not only does it help me remember what I have to do, it also motivates me in so many ways. First of all, setting one up at the start of the day means that I know exactly what I need to get done and I want to get it done as quickly as I can, but without rushing it and so it makes me start straight away so I can tick things off of my list. 

This brings me on to the second reason why they motivate me so much - because every time you tick it off, you get an amazing feeling of satisfaction and relief that your to-do list is slowly getting smaller. Also, the amount of happiness it brings when you have ticked off everything you have to do is definitely such a good feeling and it is so amazing to know you have finished and you can now relax! Each time you tick something off, it motivates you to get the whole list done.

Schedules work in the same way, as you go through the day, there are less and less things for you to do and it makes you feel gradually more satisfied that you’re coming to the end of your work!

Pro tip: however, it is important to be realistic, if you set a to-do list with 15 things on it, it looks less appealing and you are less likely to do it. go for realistic lists that are long enough to keep you busy but small enough to manage!


This is actually quite simple and original but also helps massively and perhaps one of the most amazing things ever. If I have a massive chunk of homework for a subject, breaking it down into smaller tasks makes my life so much easier and saves me so much agro. 

Of course it isn’t always possible to break it down if your deadline is two days after it is set - but you can always break it down into two halves which makes tackling it seem a lot easier. 

I know some of my friends really don’t like doing this because they would rather just get it done and out the way, but if you are someone like me where motivation needs to hit me like a truck before I get work done, this can be a really good way to tackle projects and homework and isn’t as stressful. Whilst it might take slightly longer due to the breaking up of tasks, I actually find this more productive and makes things so much more manageable so I actually feel like I want to do the small task instead of the one large one. 

I break up the tasks and schedule these broken up tasks on my to-do list. For example, instead of reading a whole chapter and taking notes from my history books, I will just write ‘take notes from page X to page Y’ and it completely changes my frame of mind and makes me more positive.


You probably must be thinking something like, ‘Jess you must be mad! why on earth would you do the hardest task first thats just the worst idea ever?!’ but honestly, this is something that can really change your mood and uplift you for the rest of the day - honestly, this tip works!

I completely understand that in a morning the first thing you are not going to want to do is that physics homework that entails you doing 3 pages of questions on oscillations and harmonic motion. However, doing the hardest task / things you don’t want to do first, not only makes you tackle it with a fresh mind after waking up (or after a break from school or whatever it is you were doing), but also afterwards, you feel more confident and motivated to get the rest of the things done which are more enjoyable and is actually more motivating because you have got the worst thing out of the way.

You also don’t want to not do it and then set it for another day, when you are probably going to procrastinate getting it done. Get it out of the way!

We all know that leaving an assignment you really don’t want to do until last is perhaps the worst thing you can do, as you take one look at it and decide you have had enough and need a break or some sleep. Prioritising this first means that you can get everything done without leaving the thing you didn’t want to do. 


This one is a great one to bare in mind and this really applies to me at the moment and is actually where my main source of motivation has come from since the 18th August (results day!).

For me, getting great results is a massive success, and receiving results such as A’s and B’s makes me very very happy and much more motivated. It gives me a spark of inspiration to keep going to make sure that I keep that up! Whilst I know grades aren’t everything, they are really important to me and so this is why when I get very good results, they motivate me to keep me going to achieve more - and it ends up in a cycle!

However, whilst good grades motivate me to carry on performing at my best and to keep working hard, it is important that I understand my failures too, and so should you. A failure for me isn’t a specific grade as such, but where I am disappointed at myself for getting something or knowing I didn’t perform as well as I should have, or an unexpected failure as I thought I had done better than I did.

From these failures/mistakes, these also motivate me to do better next time, or to focus on improving myself and my technique to be the best I can be. Failures/mistakes can make you more motivated than what your successes can, because it motivates you to find areas of improvement and work hard and improve techniques so that you can get to where you want to be - you can get to that goal! 

Successes and failures are so important in receiving motivation. Not only do they provide you with something to keep you going, but they build you as a character and I think that is a lovely thing!


I find that since joining the studyblr community, I have found really nice ways to be creative and to make my notes look neater and more appealing for me to look at. This might seem to be such a silly little tip, but drawing simple doodles or fancy titles really motivates me. 

Whilst making my notes look more aesthetically pleasing takes slightly longer, I find it calms me with anxiety as I am being creative whilst I am working and it is a really great way for me to stay relaxed. So not only does it bring me motivation, but calms my anxiety too! Killing two birds with one stone!

This point doesn’t really apply when I am revising, a fancy title will probably do; and also when I am taking notes in class, I never bother; but when I am going over things or making flashcards, it helps to make things look more appealing so I am more likely to pick them up and go for them and learn. 

Some might disagree that this would actually make them less inclined to do work, but if you need to alleviate stress, get motivated or just want to make your notes look nice, then this could be for you!


Breaks and rewards give you so much motivation whilst you are doing your work! I study and revise probably more than what is healthy, and so I like to make sure I have a nice break whenever I can because I work myself very hard. Sometimes, something can take me about 2 hours and so a half an hour to an hour’s worth of break can really help me before I start something else. 

You can try having a break every 45 minutes, every hour or two hours; but make sure your break really puts your mind at ease before you start work again. You need to make sure you give your brain a good rest. 

You can have a break or reward yourself by having a nice shower, going for a walk or to the gym, cooking, having a coffee and a biscuit, meeting up with some friends, going on social media, having a nap - whatever it might be, as long as you have that break you will feel so much more refreshed after! It also motivates you to get things done so you know you can have a break after you have finished your task and makes you feel compelled to finish it so you can relax!


This is actually a really important point and can help maintain motivation in the long run. Getting people to help you can be a really good way to stay motivated. Tell people, such as your friends and family, about the goals you have set for yourself or that you are struggling to stay motivated and ask them to help you. 

My friends sometimes study with me and help me with things I don’t understand which can help maintain my motivation. When I finally understand something or I go over things with my friends, it can make me feel more confident and uplifted that I know things and spurs me on. Letting family know about your goals also helps them support you which is a really significant part of motivation, because if no one is there to support you, the will to carry on eventually disintegrates and you don’t want that! 

Make sure that you do have some support, whether it be from friends, family or the studyblr community, but ensure you are surrounded by people who can motivate you and who can help you along the way so that you can achieve these goals and keep you on target! Sometimes, motivation doesn’t come from the things you do, but from the environment that you’re in - which is why support and help is such a good source of motivation!

That is the end of the tips I have on how to stay motivated. Hopefully they are good starting points for you all! Let me know if you try any of these tips for a while and tell me if they have helped you, it is always nice to see what people think and if these things work - remember if they don’t, that everyone is different and different things work for different people!

Uno, Ouriashev prove to be winning combination

Japanese prodigy has sought out coach last two years for jump expertise

Posted 8/22/17 by Philip Hersh, special to icenetwork

Since bringing Alex Ouriashev into his corner, Shoma Uno has become a masterful jumper – and a true contender for the Olympic gold medal. -Philip Hersh

It was a perfect mid-August morning, sunny and dry with a temperature in the low 80s. On such a summer day, most people would do anything to get outdoors.

That is where field hockey player Itsuki Uno, 15, and his father, Hiroki, were going to be. They were headed for the golf course, just as they had almost every day during the Uno family’s three-week stay in the Chicago suburbs.

Itsuki’s older brother, Shoma, 19, would not be in the golfing party.“I don’t particularly like being outdoors,” Uno said through an interpreter, with a sly grin that needed no translation.

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Wonho as your best friend

Originally posted by wonho-be-mine

  • you met him through mutual friends
  • thought he was totally annoying with that dorky laugh
  • but then one night all your friends ditch early
  • and it’s just the two of you
  • somehow you wander to a nearby park
  • kind of sketchy in the dead of night
  • and talk about everything
  • from your dreams to your fears to your secrets
  • you realize underneath his goofy exterior
  • lies someone really intelligent
  • and from then on you’re inseparable
  • platonic soulmates, if you will
  • he understands and accepts you in a way you never thought a friend would
  • and supports you no matter what
  • cries every time he reads your heartfelt cards
  • always ready to be your stand-in bf
  • or rescue you from a bad date
  • his muscles really come in handy then!
  • encourages you to go to the gym with him
  • but also the first to tell you to treat yourself to that cookie
  • loves skinship
  • a little too much sometimes
  • “Tone it down, we’re in public! This is why everyone thinks we’re dating!”
  • he gets really annoyed when people insist you’re dating
  • “What, I can’t be this close to someone without dating them?”
  • shuts down every person who says no
  • likes to set you up on blind dates with his mom’s friend’s kids
  • “I can keep a better eye on them this way!”
  • when you feel down, he cheers you up with extra cheesy compliments
  • “It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you~“
  • “Are you quoting The Fault In Our Stars to me right now??”
  • always brings your favorite snacks on movie night
  • the only one willing to binge watch Naruto with you
  • also cries as the same parts you do
  • your mutual friends refuse to watch anime with you two now, after that one incident when you both simultaneously burst into tears when Itachi died
  • yeah, that was awkward
  • always willing to go on an adventure with you
  • “let’s go get ice cream in the next town over!”
  • “it’s 4am…”
  • “so?”
  • “…I”ll be there in five.”
  • tries to help you study
  • but ends up being the biggest distraction with his random, existential questions
  • “do ants have souls too?”
  • he always calls you first when he has exciting news
  • sometimes his parents joke that they’re jealous you’re the one he goes to first
  • but really they adore you
  • and how good you’ve been for him
  • they secretly wish you were together but they know better
  • he’s only your best friend
  • and things are perfect that way
Blue exorcist opening analysis

Since I watched the new opening of blue exorcist it got me right away. The feeling is so different of the first one, pointing out the twins relationship.

This is a cap of the first op:

Yukio is like  “I´m gonna help my demon bro” and is just centered in the conflict Rin has and his life in cram school:


This, for me, represents how Rin and Yukio look in the outside and what is really like in the inside of this characters:

-Rin, for the rest of the people looks like a bad sigal, because in this season his friends, the only friends he ever had discovered that he was Satan´s son. But really in the inside he is just a pure kid. He is kind, he wants to do the right thing, but thanks to his demon part he can´t achive that 100% of the times.

Maybe is the way he perceives himself, but what can´t he sees is how pure he is.

-Yukio, OMG this kid. For everyone he looks like a responsable, intelligent and calm person, he even don´t look and ack like a kid. He had to grow up very fast because he saw demons since he was  very young. He needed to learn how to be a good exorcist just to protect his brother. 

But in the inside of his soul he is a very dark person. Even he is a serious character, we have seen that he is not a kid anymore. He can see the dark side of this word and he has embraced pride and envy in his soul. He knows that that´s what is happening to him, he also realized that he was so obssesed with himself, and his true motivations was nothing but selfishness, he maybe is not even thinking anymore of protecting his brother´s life as a meta.

Shura said that people like Yukio were very dangerous, because you can´t know they true nature. I think the reader or the person how follows the anime, knows more less the mind set of Yukio, but it looks that is even worst than that.


This is just telling me that Yukio is the light for Rin to follow, the dream or meta. He admires his brother so much, even if sometimes Rin fights about ranges and knowledges, he always look up for Yukio in cram school.

Yukio, looks at Rin like the dark inside of him. He said that he hated Rin so much, but it was because he hates himself. He just represents all the choices that he made, his weakness, his fathers dead, everything on his shoulders as Rin.

They used the same dark/light patron here just to represent how the atmosphere feels between the two twins:

I concluded that this was in Rins perspective, because of this part. He looks at Yukio in the light, how he is a bigger person that him in so many aspects, and how he is a full human (well…). And he is just there, in the dark, looking at his brother and how they have to comfort with the life they are living.

(I leave the english traduction, because in matches so well).


That for sure, dont match with this:

Call it brother rivalry, but this has to much meaning (if you look the sequence). How Yukio looks Rin going foward with his own rules, while Yukio is jus behind him of power, meta, pure feelings and ever love (my poor yukio, when is gonna be fine :C )


What I Love and Hate about the 16 Types

Sick idea of doing “Love” and “Hate” for each type, CREDIT to entj-girl! :)


ENTJ Hate: Remind me of human bulldozers (not always a bad thing…)

INTJ Love: Um obviously we’re the best. Like c’mon. Dignified, intelligent, strategically gifted, the works. The perfect package. *flips hair*

INTJ Hate: We are such assholes. Lol. And sometimes I wish I could stop myself from overthinking the absolute SHIT out of everything. Especially when it comes to dating.

ENTP Love: SO fun, SO energetic, SO many amazing ideas and exciting things happening! Your brain must be like a kaleidoscope. Amazing.


INTP Love: I can bring up, like, anything, and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about and have already done an in-depth research report about it last week.

INTP Hate: At least try to make the handwriting semi-legible, if only so I can read your glorious work without you having to translate it for me.

ENFJ Love: You guys are amazing. You’re like the gooey stuff in a cinnamon roll; you’re ridiculously sweet and just want to hold everyone together.

ENFJ Hate: Sometimes your energy overwhelms me a bit. You might want to tone it down a notch if you see me leaning backward and blinking really fast.

INFJ Love: Mystical unicorns. Every one of you. I want more.


ENFP Love: Where do I even start? You guys are amazing. You can fall in love with literally anything from pet rocks to that cashier at the supermarket who smiled at you once like five months ago, and that’s pretty inspiring.

ENFP Hate: Two things. 1. Please try not to overwhelm both yourself and me with your own emotions. Please. 2. COMMIT TO A HUMAN BEING, I feel like all the ENFPs I know love flirting too much to ever stop and I wish this could change because you’re breaking INTJs’ hearts on the daily.

INFP Love: If the world was completely made up of INFPs, I truly believe the only issue the planet would EVER have would be running out of journals to write down feelings in.

INFP Hate: You guys are far too good to let people misuse your kindness, compassion, etc. Please try to set some boundaries so you don’t get shit on by lesser beings.

ESTJ Love: Such amazing dedication. I admire your stubborn-ness–when it’s applied in the right way.

ESTJ Hate: You could oh I don’t know maybe taKE SOME SUGGESTIONS FROM OTHER PEOPLE SOMETIMES???? (This is really just me being frustrated with being shut down in class by these 2 ESTJs who think they know everything)

ISTJ Love: Surprisingly super funny when they get into goofy moods. Strong-minded.

ISTJ Hate: Break some rules once in a while. Don’t make your bed. Stay up past 9 PM. Go wild.

ESTP Love: If I was forced leave my house and go do a social activity, I would pick you crazy f*ckers. I have never met an ESTP who has backed down from a dare. Number one type to pick for doing wack-ass shit that is probably illegal and/or deadly.

ESTP Hate: Stop. Trying. To. Impress. Everyone. All the time. It’s exhausting. Also: you should really try to weigh Risk vs Benefit more often. This ESTP right here, vroom-vroom-mothafucka, attempted to leap off of a two story balcony last summer…. to go meet up with some hot motocross boy racers… at midnight… and would have done it if I hadn’t locked her inside.

ISTP Love: It’s like God gifted you with the ability to fix all sorts of shit.

ISTP Hate: Sometimes I feel like I need to inject you with adrenaline or sugar or something to get a little more, ah yes, pizazz out of you guys. Yeah, that’s what I want, an ISTP on crack. Perfect.

ESFJ Love: I truly admire the way you seem to remember the birthday of every single person on the Earth AND find the time to make fully decorated, professional bakery level cupcakes for them.

ESFJ Hate: Don’t worry so much about social status. If some basic bitch didn’t like the afore mentioned cupcakes, don’t lose sleep.

ISFJ Love: You guys seem to usually be that one friend in the squad that is sort of everyone’s mom. Responsible and gentle.

ISFJ Hate: Stop taking everything so personally. It’s totally hypocritical for an INTJ to tell you this, but I’m gonna tell you anyway: loosen up a little.

ESFP Love: Like a human form of a golden retriever. Super fun and always everywhere at once, most likely dancing and singing and wearing the newest, cutest fashion trends.

ESFP Hate: Literally calm the f**ck down sometimes.

ISFP Love: Is EVERY single one of you a gifted artist? You guys are so damn creative it’s actually irritating. Stop that.

ISFP Hate: Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll stress you out if I sneeze too loud…

Chanyeol [BadBoy!AU]: Yesterday.

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

None of the gifs are mine. 

Pairing: Chanyeol X Reader

Mentioned: Irene, Baekhyun

Warnings: Swearing, Slight bullying, Drinking.

Genre: Angst, Highschool AU

Summary: You bet with Chanyeol at a party, the few signs he’s been getting from others and you give him mix feelings. 

“Here, let’s play a game. If I win… I get your number.” 

Fine. If I win- you have to strip and run down the block in your boxers.”

Word Count: 1.4k 

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Gasoline: Chapter 3

Members: All

Genre: Angst, Gang AU

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: violence (srs it’s intense), a lot of stuff i guess don’t read if you’re sensitive to that kind of thing i’d say

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8 , 

Originally posted by taengooks

“You, up” A voice yelled. I woke with a start, groggy and confused. I clutched my side, now bandaged, but still painful. A large t-shirt encased me, smelling unfamiliar and alien on my frame.

“Up!” The voice yelled again. Feeling the sense of urgency, I rose to my feet, stumbling slightly on my injured leg.

“What? What’s happening?” I questioned, bleary-eyed and aching.

“I take that as you’re ready.” Johnny appeared in the door, beckoning me to come over. “Time for your interrogation.” He smirked, grabbing my arm and dragging me out the door.

“You’re not going to blindfold me this time? You sure about that?”

“Doesn’t matter if you don’t live to see the outside of this place.” His cold response deterred my attempt to appear strong, silencing me as he lead me down a flight of stairs. Grey walls and grey floors surrounded me, a dull and uninviting setting that held a stench of gunpowder and bleach. A yellowish light flickered above me, and it struck me that this entire place had no windows.

“This dump is your base?” I tried to joke, probably out of sheer nervousness.

Johnny scoffed, “This isn’t our base, dumbass. You really think we’d take you there? This is just a safe house we use for interrogations.” Despite the cruel tone, I absorbed the information.

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Kick-Ass Chicks: Samantha Rothenberg of Violet Clair

We are constantly deep-diving through Instagram to find posts that just SPEAK to us. The second we found Violet Clair, we went on an endless scroll of like after like. Created by Samantha Rothenberg, Violet Clair is a creative brand stemming from her illustrations, making everything from single comic panels, to pins and keychains. We all know that if there’s one thing to get us hooked when it comes to anything, it’s a pastel palette. DONE. SOLD.

Last month, we got to step inside Samantha’s Brooklyn apartment and took a trip to the bold, colorful street mural she recently designed!

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anonymous asked:

Do you think that a villain can still be multidimensional without being redeemed? Can the narrative concede that perhaps a character had the potential for redemption, but had already caused so much harm it wasn't anyone's responsibility, much less that of those they hurt, to try and redeem them?

My problem with that is that with a villain, “not redeemed” means “killed”, pretty much.

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i dont think those “dont interact” joke banners are funny. because it’s 99% of the time, people saying they don’t want bigots or disgusting people touching their posts.. and that’s a really reasonable request to make..

and this joke literally started, because someone made a shitty banner saying “everyone can interact” - because that banner dismisses all the shitty stuff people are protecting themselves from.

but as tumblr has it, you gotta turn any critical thing into aimless and harmful stuff, that’s the equivalent to cringe culture, and it just ends up being at the expense of others.

and at one point, it just loses its original intent, but that doesn’t change who it is at the expense at. the trans people who don’t want transphobes on their posts, minors who don’t want porn blogs reblogging their stuff, people who have triggers and don’t want blogs with say gore/drugs/blood et.c on em..

these are all reasonable things, and not laughable, this is essentially on the level of making fun of byfs or people having blacklists on this site.. the joke completely relies on mocking boundaries.

that’s all it is, you all can’t just disrespect people setting up boundaries like this. it’s not the kind of joke to make.

and if you wanna start shit with me, just block me instead. i have my position, and i think these jokes are insensitive, even somewhat offensive.. but most definitely, they are not kind and not necessary.. you all’s humour just rely on being mean for the sake of it sometimes i swear.

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Request: Hi. Can I request number 65 for Winn (Supergirl) for the 100 followers week please. The reader is an alien and she’s not used to people caring about her because from where she’s from it’s all about owning people and claiming debts. So she throws herself into being a hero ( she could have powers of compulsion) and she gets. Starts of with angst and then please go to fluff. Thank you

A/N: Of Course! This is my first ever Winn fic! I hope you like it and I got him right. Thank you for requesting and following!

Pairing: Winn Schott x Fem!Reader

Words: 603

Prompt(s): 65. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” 

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anonymous asked:

What's STPD like for you?

It’s a lot of different things and it’s really quite hard to describe.

Mainly, it’s feeling different. I feel like a different animal than the rest of the human race. I feel feelings that have no names and I crave things that other people deem unimportant. I’m naturally good at things that others consider difficult without even really trying, and I have huge difficulties with things that others consider trivial.

I’m not religious, but I devote a lot of time to thinking about and honoring things that others don’t care about, primarily concepts of outer space, creation, humanity’s origins, stories, theories and other what-if’s. I sometimes wonder if it would be easier to be religious and thus have words to describe my experience with, but the things that feel real to me are so set in stone that trying to change my views feels like blasphemy.

I’m less affected by things that make other people happy, and more affected by things that others have no strong feelings for. I get incredibly excited and happy about jellyfish, soap bubbles, cupcakes that you can decorate yourself, songs pitched up until the high notes make the audio clip, and other weirdly specific things like that. I was happy when I entered my first real relationship with a girl I loved, but I was even happier when I found out a kiosk in the local mall brought back frozen yogurt after it being gone for two months. My priorities seem odd to others.

I have a difficult time socializing, because even though I am perfectly capable of holding normal, pleasant conversations with most people, the predictability of most other neurotypes messes with my ability to tell them apart. With most people it’s just like, you put in a sad experience and tears come out. You put in food, happiness comes out. My own mind doesn’t follow that kind of logic, so I quickly end up feeling distanced from other people, like I’m just watching a chemical process unfold instead of observing the unique, exciting lives that I rationally know people around me truly live. I enjoy being around weird, unconventional people more, because my inability to find patterns in their behaviors that match the majority’s make them stand out in my mind so I can better remember them and become attached to them as individuals.

Other difficulties come with it too sometimes, like intrusive thoughts (caused by an unruly brain the processes of which I can’t control) and dissociation (it takes a lot of brainpower to hold my own interpretation of the world in place without words to describe it with), but it’s not as much of an issue as it once was. The more stable my life becomes, the less I struggle with the downsides of my neurotype.

I used to struggle with the knowledge that I am fundamentally built differently than the majority and that I’ll never be able to exist the way others exist, but lately I’ve been feeling the upside to that too - that because of who I am, I’m able to experience reality in a way that no one else does. I will be able to feel things that no one else has before or will in the future. And I don’t owe it to anyone to become “normal.” I am in fact free to live as my own unique, weird breed of human without necessarily feeling worse because of it. And that is an extremely freeing thought.

The Girl Who Cried Wolf: Peter Parker short fic:PART 1:

Girl Who Cried Wold

Peter Parker x Stark!Fem!reader. (Described as curvy but obviously can be any body type and gender, just change the words in ur head x)


This is just going to be an info filler chapter, readers back story and some personality traits. The story will begin properly in the next part. Also not written well as I’ve rushed it a bit.

Also I’m British so sorry for anything wrong with areas or using British slang/humour 😂.

Warnings for all parts: Mental health, swearing, probs some violence at some point, emotional/physical/sexual abuse/assault, sexual nature (consent), emmm emotional rollercoaster throughout. I think that’s it?? Please tell me if not.

If part has any triggering subjects for sensitive reads I will say.

In this one has mentions of abuse.

Also part 2 is already up, please tell me if you want more.

Readers p.o.v

“Dad, I’m going now!” I yelled gathering up my weekend bag from the floor next to the kitchen where my dad was.

“Okay Princess, call if you need anything. Happy is waiting downstairs” Dad said walking over to me. I smiled looking up at my father, I only see him every other weekend as he’s always busy. But of course he would be, he’s Tony Stark aka Iron Man.

“I will, em call me when you can have me next” I mumbled pushing some hair behind my ear.

“Course I will, probably will be in about two to three weeks. That okay?” He asked and ran a hand through my y/h/c hair.

“Perfect” I lied. I stood on my tip toes to kiss his cheek.

“Bye!” I shouted again as I walked out of the door and to the elevator. Once I reached the ground floor I saw Happy waiting for me.

“Hey Happy” I said with a smile, he sent one back putting his phone away.

“Hello Kiddo, come on cars outside ready” I nodded and followed him as he lead the way, as we were walking I pulled my hood up and put my earphone in to block out the world. Happy opens the door to the back of pitch black car with tinted windows.

I slid into the car and buckled up my seat belt then turned my music up, the song playing was ‘The Girl Who Cried Wolf’ by 5 seconds of summer. I let out a small sigh dreading going back home to mum and her new boyfriend Bobbie.

‘Every time you say to me it’s over
You just wanna start again, it’s just lies
The girl who cries wolf every day
Ignored by gravity, but in the end, don’t ask why.’

I’ve been trying to hint to dad that I want to live with him but he just isn’t getting it. My mums an alcoholic and so is her new boyfriend. Mum and Dad were youngish  when they had me, Dad was nineteen and mum was twenty one.

(A\N I know Tony Stark is older than 34 but for some reason I’ve just always imagined him in his 30’s sorry)

My father didn’t know anything about me until I was around five, my mum found out she was pregnant and broke up with him but after I was born she turned to the drink and ran into dad again at a night club and she told him about me as she slurred on her words. Not the best way to find out you have a daughter I must say.

'You say you wanna, but do you wanna run away? Your great escape, oh yeah.
Where you going? Always running
Find a way to call it quits again.’

I ripped out my earphones with a sigh and turned off the music not in the mood to listen to depressing music I relate to. I stared out of the window watching the world whizz by as Happy drove me home, to Forest Hills.

Dad pays for our apartment, he offered to pay for a big fancy house somewhere closer to him but mum said no, she doesn’t like it when dad buys us things. I don’t know why, it’s not like she’s earns enough money to pay for our apartment.

I felt numb as the thought of going back to mother and Bobbie over took my head. Bobbie isn’t afraid to shout at me or hit me sometimes. Mum doesn’t stop him she just opens another bottle of JD or whatever she’s drinking that week. They’ve only been together for two months but he acts like he’s lived with us for two years.

Soon the buildings turned more familiar as we drove into Forest Hills, I’ve lived here since I was six. Before we moved here we lived in Brownsville, Brooklyn with one of mums ex boyfriends Jackson. I don’t really remember it much but I do remember men coming in and out of our apartment twenty four seven.

Once dad find out how mum was raising me (around drugs, sex and alcohol) he tried to make us move closer to where he was living at the time, Stark Tower. But the best he could was Forest Hills which was actually further way from Stark Towers but it is a nicer place. Dad now lives further upstate with the rest of the Avengers, well what’s left of them.

“We’re here Kiddo” Happy said cutting me out of my thoughts, wow really? That went by quick.

“Come on Happy, I’m fifteen. I’m not a kid anymore” I giggled and grabbed my bag from beside me.

“Still young Y/N” He said turning back to see me, I sent him a small smile not wanting to get out of the car and for him just to drive me back to dad’s.

“Bye Happy” I said with a sigh and went to open the door.

“Call if you need anything, I’ll always drop everything for you mini Stark” I let out a laugh with a nod and stepped out of the car. I waited till Happy had turned and out of site.

I turned round to my apartment building, it wasn’t fancy but it was one of the best around. Not that you could tell if you walked into my actual apartment that my mother can keep clean and with me being so busy with school I can’t do it all the time.

I walked up the stairs to the third floor and got out my keys from my coat pocket knowing mum won’t be up yet as it’s 4pm and she’s normally passed out still.

As soon as I opened the door and was hit with the smell of booze, I let out a groan when I saw empty cans and bottles everywhere. But to my surprise there was a note on my bedroom door that I had reached after nearly tripping over the mess.

'Gone out, be back at 6 or something’

I snatched the note down from the door and tore it up then threw it on my ground. I fiddled with my key ring and tried to find the right key for my door. I installed a lock myself after I came home from detention on a Sunday about a year ago to find a random guy in my bed snorting coke.

I unlocked my door and walked into my medium size room before shutting it again and locking it again from the inside. I pressed my back against the door to look at my room, the walls were grey and I had a bed in the middle of a single and a double.

I set my bag down on my bed and collapsed next to it. I can’t be arsed to go to school tomorrow, don’t get me wrong I love school it’s my escape and I’m good at it but sometimes I just want to stay in bed all day and sleep. I don’t know how long I sat there just looking at the ceiling, thinking about life and how other people have it a lot worse than me, but when I finally looked away from the same spot of damp or something above me it was dark.

I sat up pushing my hair out of my face then reached over to my bedside table and switched on my lap. I let out another sigh looking over to my desk at the other side of the room, it wasn’t very big but I could still do homework on it. Next to my desk was my book case which took up over half of the wall, I smiled to myself as I saw all the books in colour coded order and it brought me slight satisfaction.

I walked over to my desk and put my homework in my school rucksack that I had finished two days before. I sat down on my office chair and got my sketch book and started to add details to my latest drawing, recently I’ve been seeing his face all over the news and I’ve been kinda drawn to him. I added a bit of shade to the mask of the famous Spider-Man.

I’ve been building the guts to ask dad about him, but I’m scared he’ll get all protective and shit. But I want to know more about him. I looked down at my watch to see it’s 7pm, I turned back around to stare at my door. Mum should of been home by now, I got up and unlocked my door once again to see if I’d just not hear her come in.

“Mum?!” I called out as I stepped out into the living area of our apartment, the TV was off as well as the lights. I walked over to mums door before knocking on it.

“Mum?!” I yelled again but still no answer. I opened the door and all I saw was empty cans and a untidy bed. I rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut before stomping back into my room and locked my door once again.

I let out a scream to myself and kicked my door over and over again until a crack was developed and I stopped. I harshly wiped my tears away and started to strip out of my clothes to get into my nightwear, which was one of Steve’s old jumpers and some joggers, I miss Steve I thought to myself. I let out a small sigh as I calmed myself down by putting on some music, it was the same song I was listening to in the car.

'So look at me in the eye, is anyone there at all? Is anyone there at all? Cause I’m not dreaming. So look at me in the eye, is anyone there at all? Is anyone there at all?
Cause I’m not leaving’

I slowly felt my eyes start to shut as more tears escaped, just think Y/N. People have it worse, people always have it worse than you was the last thought that ran through my mind as I fell into a dreamless sleep.


I shot up from my bed with a groan as I rubbed my eyes that were a little sticky from the dry tears. I rolled my eyes slightly as the annoying noise of my alarm clock still echoed around my room. I leaned over and pressed the 'stop’ button to making it stop ringing.

I got up and started to get ready for school, I went into my closet to pick out a comfy outfit. It’s starting to get a little chilly in temperature again so I picked out a dark emerald green and black checked jumper with some blue, slightly, ripped jeans with a pair of fishnet tights underneath. I finished my outfit off with black combat boots.

I decided not to wear a lot of makeup today as I couldn’t be fucking bothered, all I wore was some nude lipgloss, a light warm toned brown eyeshadow and clear mascara along with some concealer for my under eye bags and a faded bruise near the corner of my lip. I brushed my hair but then left it as I  picked up my bag to go to school.

I locked my door behind me and walked toward the kitchen to get an apple. As I went to take a bite I remembered about my mum. Shit is she back?

“Mum!” I shouted walking out of the kitchen to look at the sofa to see if she was passed out but she wasn’t, I walked over to mums room without knocking and she still wasn’t there.

I got my iPhone 7, what dad got me, out of my pocket to see if she had text or rung me but she hasn’t. I let out a groan and tried not to let any tears fall. This has happened before but normally she’s back by the time I wake up. I tried to ring her myself but it went straight to voicemail.

I took a deep breath and told myself she’ll be back by the time I get home. I headed down the stairs of my apartment block to get the train to school. It was sunny out but there was still a breeze in the air making me glad I wore my jumper. I started to jog slightly around people as I checked the time once again, 7:45am.

I let out a sigh of relief when I arrived five minutes early, I got my phone back out to put my earphones it and put my music on shuffle. I felt my cheeks start to heat up as I thought who was going to be on this train. It soon pulled up and I took a deep breath before walking on into the cramped train. I soon saw the face I recognised out of all the unfamiliar ones.

Peter Parker.


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i only started watching GoT in 2015 but my fam was already hooked when it first came out, i didnt really care about it much but sometimes i watched random episodes with them. i remember asking my sister if jon would end up with the girl with dragons and she told me nah girl they havent met yet. my point is, i really think jon and daenerys were really set up from the start. that’s why i hate it when they talk about jonerys having no chemistry and the pairing being ~rushed~ like bitch are we watching the same show??? and all those people hating on dany because she’s gonna turn out just like her father: STOP. you wont even get those ideas if it werent for those articles that haters hype because their ship isn’t happening. And they really should stop telling us its freakin incest. this is a fantasy world if i had a cookie every time i reminded them that Targaryens married one another to keep the bloodline pure i would have a damn cookie factory by now. Kit and Emilia’s chemistry is amazing and their acting is phenomenal. I can’t wait until all of you watch boatsex