stressed the freak out

spartathisismaddy  asked:

Hi. Regarding my previous ask, how can one distinguish between the "fake" enneagram functions and the real ones? What's the difference between the Fe traits of an enneagram 3 and those of an actual Fe user? Thanks.

Fake Si (Enneagram 1), can’t store sensory information like a real Si.

Fake Fe (Enneagram 2, 3) can’t tune into / instinctively sense people’s needs.

Fake Fi (Enneagram 4) doesn’t deeply internalize their feelings.

Fake Ti (Enneagram 5) wants knowledge so it can achieve in the external world, rather than understand how to navigate the external world.

Fake inferior Ne (Enneagram 6) is no more freaked under stress than any other time (real inferior Ne freaks out only under stress / massive change).

Fake Ne-dom (Enneagram 7) is impulsive and loves new ideas, but does not abstract or read between the lines on-site.

Fake Se-dom (Enneagram 8) is not aware of the moment or opportunistic.

Thinker Enneagram 9′s are still rational / detached but avoid conflict.

- ENFP Mod

  • Ravenclaw: I feel trapped.
  • Hufflepuff: We're in the middle of an open field.
  • Ravenclaw: No, I feel trapped in this moment in my life. Where am I going? What am I doing? And how am I going to get to where I want to be?
  • Hufflepuff: We're going to charms class, we're going to be doing charms work, and usually hard work and dedication. Try to think in the now.
  • Ravenclaw: Well, in the now I'm contemplating an assault on you.
  • Hufflepuff: At least you're thinking about here and now!
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Jackson Wang for Vogue China

how does one not get stressed

I decided that for my own sanity this is what I’m gonna hold into for the next four months. Despite everything they want us to believe and despite what they want us to forget I believe in what I see and THIS look screams LOVE, this is a look of pure adoration, and he only has looked at ONE person this way aka the LOVE of his life.

Finding Clint

Pairing: Clint x f!Reader

Request:

Clint x Reader where she and Clint go on vacation and Clint gets lost and she flips out.

A/N: i feel like the avengers should not be let out of the base without supervision bc this is the 3rd (?) chat where one of them gets lost and i love it.


Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has added Natasha, Bruce, Tony, Steve, Thor.

Clint: Guess who’s lost?

Clint: Lost again.

Clint: Clint is lost.

Clint: PLEASE DON’T TELL MY GIRLFRIEND.

Thor: I’M TELLING LADY Y/N

Clint: Oh c'mon! What have I ever done to you?!

Natasha: Thor, I don’t think it’s wise you piss me off any further.

Clint: Ohhhh snap, you made Tasha angry!

Thor: I do not fear for the Black Widow.

Bruce: Stop lying.

Thor: Fine, my apologies. I shan’t inform lady Y/N that her boyfriend lacks direction. There is no need for Lady Natasha to become angry… I doth not understand why.

Natasha: If Y/N finds out, she’s going to freak out, and then Tony will start freaking out, and then Steve will start freaking out because Tony’s freaking out over Y/N freaking out, and then Thor will start freaking out because his tiny humans are freaking out, and then Bruce will start to freak out and then I will start freaking out because Bruce is freaking out over Thor freaking out and Thor is freaking out because his humans are freaking out and Steve is freaking out over Tony freaking out for Y/N and Clint will leave the chat and disappear, becoming  a hermit because that’s better than being the cause for his girlfriend freaking out and the team losing their minds. Now do you get why, Thor?

Keep reading

feeling very very anxious about book 4. book 3 flowed outta me like magic - it took me one single night to plan the entire plot, and i wrote it over twice as fast as radio silence. but book 4. nothing yet. reminds me of how i was when i was trying to come up with radio silence and i just Could Not formulate an idea that i liked, no matter how hard i kept trying for months and months. i think that might be happening again this time. need to remember that i’m allowed to take some time to think and make lots of different plans before settling on an plot to pitch.

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Quick Tip!

As a person who’s met a lot of youtubers before, i have a suggestion about what not to do.

-First: i know that sometimes you can’t control it, but genuinely try our best not to freak out when you’re with them. It probably stresses them out, as they wouldn’t really be able to help calm you down. Feel free to cry of course, but avoid panic attacks as best you can.

-Generally there really shouldn’t be a time where you touching them anywhere except their torsos or arms. Especially their necks as both of them have stated they don’t like that.

-Be polite! Try not to make any crude jokes, as you don’t know if it’ll offend them or not.

-Hug both of them! Don’t exclude either Dan or Phil from the interaction even if you’re not a fan of both. Because they will probably both be offended by it.

-Hug them! They love hugs from fans. Especially Phil. If you don’t let go, neither will he lol.

-Don’t be afraid of the security. They are super intimidating and might yell at you if you’re filming or taking too long, but Dan and Phil will probably not mind. If it comes down to it they’ll defend the fans.

-Feel free to tell them how much you love them! They love hearing how much they impact people. (But if you’re too sincere and profound Phil might cry.) ((I’m serious. It happened at VidCon.))

-Don’t be afraid. They’re doing this for you. And they’re just as excited to meet you as you are to meet them! They love all of their fans, and definitely just want you to be comfortable and happy!

-Have fun and appreciate the experience! There’s a lot of people who can’t go at all, so enjoy it!

House // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Long as hell. Sad as hell. Feat. Good Friend! Monty

Named after: ‘House M.D.’ good show


“Right now she’s in a medically induced coma. We’re tending to her head trauma…” the doctor tells him.

Jeff tunes out the rest of doctors explanation, unable to listen any longer. He wishes he was deaf so he couldn’t listen any longer.

You were here too, in the emergency room. You were the subject the doctor was going on about. In critical condition. You flew through the windshield during the crash and ended up way worse than Jeff.

He suffered a fair share of injuries from the accident. He fractured a few ribs, his legs were cut and bruised but overall okay, his wrist for sure was gone and there was no way he’d be able to play this season but he wasn’t thinking about that right now. The doctor said he was very lucky, but he felt far from it.

His nose was broken and the tears that fell from his eyes mixed with the blood dripping from his nostrils. He looked, like a character from a Tarantino movie to say the least.

“Can I see her?” He pleaded, voice cracking in those simple four words.

“I’m sorry Mr. Atkins, we can only let immediate family see her at this-”

“PLEASE” Jeff wailed. It was his fault you were even in this situation and now he couldn’t see you.

It’s his mom’s hand that fits into his, squeezing lightly both in solidarity and in trying to get him to let doctors tend to his more superficial wounds.

“Sir, you have four fractured ribs. You need to remain calm as you could puncture a lung. She should be stabilized by Tuesday, in which we would bring her out of the coma…and you can see her then. I’m sorry.” The Doctor said before turning on his heel and walking away.

The sound of the emergency room was deafening to Jeff’s ears. He wanted to leave. He couldn’t bare to look at your mother’s tear filled eyes through the glass. Couldn’t handle it when your father asked him if he was okay.

“Mijo, look at me.” His mother whispered softly to him.

And Jeff turned to greet the woman with whom he shared the same eyes.

“It’s not your fault”

Jeff broke down into his mother’s arms. He was bawling now, with no reservations about embarrassing himself. He wept into her shoulder, staining the fabric of her shirt with tears, blood, and snot.

When your mom left your side to go comfort the boy, all he could bring himself to say was “I’m sorry”. It fell from his lips over, and over, and over again as though they were the only words he knew.

She nodded, understanding his pain. She hugged him lightly, invited him to come back, whenever he wanted, told him once again that it wasn’t his fault, and returned to her daughter.


Monday, Jeff stayed home from school. He cried all day, refusing his mothers meals, refusing to get out of bed. He ignored his phone altogether. He didn’t want anything but to see you


On Tuesday, however, his mother insisted he go to school first, before seeing you. He nodded absentmindedly, getting into the passenger seat with no intention of retaining anything. He went through the motions that day, not so much as uttering a word. Not even to Clay, who waited at his side patiently. Not pressuring him to do or say anything.

When lunch came he didn’t bother to grab anything. He sat with the people he called his friends and barely smiled when Clay dropped off a milkshake in front of him.

“I picked it up on my way to school. I figured you would need it. Sorry,…it’s a bit warm now.” Clay empathized with the boy.

Jeff nodded graciously before pushing it away from him. Guilt wouldn’t describe what he felt he was going through. He might as well have killed you himself.

You told him you didn’t want him to go.
You pleaded with him to stay at the party with you.
He, was the one who talked you into coming with him.
He, was the one who kissed your neck until you said yes.
He, was the one who was playing with your seatbelt in an attempt to get you to lighten up.
He, was the one that drove straight into the intersection.
He, was the one that put you in a coma.

“Atkins, dude, relax. It’s not like you shot her.” A voice said.

When Jeff looked up at Bryce, he swore he was seeing red. He nearly leaped across the table to beat the shit out of the catcher of the baseball team.

He ignored the screams of the cheerleaders, the yells of his teammates and fellow athletes. He ignored the noise around him and focused on connecting his singular fist with Bryce’s face.

It was Montgomery who held him dragged him off of Bryce. Who basically, carried him kicking and screaming out of the cafeteria. Who shook his head at Mr.Porter as if to say ‘not now’.

“Jeez, Atkins you look like me out there” Monty offered as a joke. He laughed to himself, hoping to hear his teammates voice again.

He could tell Jeff was moments from crying and he had never seen his friend such a wreck…he didn’t want to. Jeff was the only person who checked on the victim of his latest brawl and then came to see how he was holding up. After scolding him of course. He was happy to return the favor in any way.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Monty suggested.

Jeff nodded in response while he paced his breathing.

“Alright great. You wait here. I’m going to grab your stuff. We’ll go anywhere you want.”

When Monty left, Jeff checked his phone.

Your parents had texted him, letting him know you were up and asking about him, inviting him to visit. Letting him know they’d be back in an hour. Your mother hadn’t eaten in the two days and your father pulled her away to a lunch.

He crumbled underneath the weight of his own sadness. His letterman slid against the lockers in the hall as he collapsed.

He cried there in the hallway, his sobs echoing off of the posters on the walls. The thud of his backpack falling at his side couldn’t interrupt his outburst.

“No, no, c'mon big guy. You know I can’t handle feelings” his right hand fretted.

He pulled Jeff up, throwing the boy’s backpack over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around the boy’s waist avoiding his sling.

“Don’t worry Captain, I got you.” He confided.

Montgomery, surprisingly of all people, was his crutch. The two boys made their way out of school and into the parking lot. Into Monty’s car where Jeff politely asked to go see you. On route to the hospital, you laid in.

When Jeff sobered up. Wiping away his tears, he realized they were there. He looked over at his teammate, his friend, eternally grateful.

“Monty-” he started.

“Don’t, Atkins. You’re there for me…always. I’m just returning the favor.” Monty stressed.

“…Also, I can’t go in there with you Cap. Hospitals freak me out. I’ll wait though.” He confided.

Jeff smiled for the first time in three days. He smiled, a brief, but genuine smile as he got out the car.


He walked into the sickly, sterile building slowly, decisively. Turning into the sign in office he looked around, wondering what the hell he could say to you to even make a dent in an apology.

“Can I help you, sir?” The receptionist questioned.

Jeff snapped out of his thoughts, nodding quickly.

“Yes, can I- is Y/N Y/L/N, taking visitors?” He stumbled over even the simplest of questions.

“Yes, she is, just sign-in here. Then I’ll buzz you in.”

Jeff scribbled an illegible mess and pulled at the door eager to see you. He looked back at the nurse and she met him with a sympathetic gaze before pushing the buttons that opened it for him.

“Room 361C!” She called out after him.

Jeff felt his legs go weak underneath him. He wasn’t ready to face his biggest regret. Betraying him, his two feet carried to the elevator. One foot in front of the other. Straight to your door.

His hand held at the door handle for what felt like forever. Just like his feet, his hand betrayed him. He opened the door, pushing through his pain.

You smiled at him weakly from your bed.

“Took you long enough” you whispered to him.

Jeff looked a wreck if you were honest with yourself. Your normally playful, overconfident boyfriend had bags under his bloodshot eyes. He looked paler compared to his usually tanned skin and you could’ve guessed that like your mother he hadn’t eaten in days.

Tears fell, once again, from Jeff’s eyes when he took you in. Laying in your bed. Tubes linked everywhere on your body, the monitor of your heartbeat drumming in his ears as if to mock him.

“I’m- I-” Jeff croaked out.

“Jeff…” you pleaded with him.

“I’m so sorry…It’s all my fault”

Every sentence, every apology he poured out, dripped with guilt. Jeff was rambling now, and his voice faded in and out.

You used what strength you could to outstretch your hand to him.

“Come here”

Your eyes closed and opened again, fighting to focus in on your boyfriend.

“Listen to me. It was not. your. fault.” You enunciated for emphasis.

You kept going as Jeff’s mouth opened to continue.

“My mom said a stop sign was knocked down, we didn’t stand a chance”

“I shouldn’t have-”

“I wouldn’t have let you-”

“Stop it! Stop. Please.”

You paused. Letting him take a moment.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I can never forgive myself for what happened and I don’t expect you to but-”

He stopped. Glancing away from you.

“I promise once you’re out of here. If you’ll have me…I’ll never, ever leave your side.”

Your eyes shut involuntarily as he poured his heart out to you.

“Or- or- you’ll never see me again. If that’s what you want.” He offered in exchange, panicking you were turning him down.

You shook your head to the latter statement and mumbled “Stay with me” as you went under once again.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jeff is nodding and yelling out for the nurse thinking he was going to lose you.

The doctors pushed him out as they tended to you. He waited there in that hallway until they were done. Waited with your parents when they returned.

He was there when you woke up again, when you went home, when you went back to school. True to his word he stuck to you like glue, not letting you so much as lift a finger.

And you held onto the baseball player just as hard. You forgave him every time he offered up an unnecessary apology. Wiped his tears when he cried at the sight of your bruises.

The two of you were inseparable. Just like before that night.

Signs + Stress
  • Freaks out & goes crazy: Aries, Scorpio
  • Tries to find a solution: Virgo, Taurus , Capricorn
  • Does breathing exercise: Cancer, Leo, Pisces
  • Alcohol: Gemini, Libra, Sagittarius, Aquarius