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MBTI Stereotypes VS the Types in Real Life

Stereotype ENTJ: Dominant. Efficient. Strategic and ideal leaders.

Real ENTJ: One of the few people able to actually physically frown, don’t understand how they’re “scary”

Stereotype INTJ: Evil masterminds. Smarter than you. Are the superior beings.

Real INTJ: Misplaces anything that isn’t physically attached to them, no longer able to recognize when they’re being sarcastic or serious

Stereotype ENTP: Quickest thinkers you’ll ever meet. Witty. Intellectual masters of debate.

Real ENTP: Used memes so much that they became one and are accepting of this fact, catchphrase is some version of “Well, actually–”

Stereotype INTP: In possession of more knowledge than the Internet. Reclusive geniuses. Know all, are humble.

Real INTP: Sexually attracted to science, volunteer plethora of useless facts every hour, zero spatial and social awareness

Stereotype ENFJ: Kind. Loving. Hearts of gold and wills of steel.

Real ENFJ: Will replace your mother and be okay with that, judge being judgemental of judging judgemental judgments

Stereotype INFJ: Mysterious and tricky to get to know. More unique than anyone you’ve ever met.

Real INFJ: One way or another, embarrass themselves every single day, somehow, consistently

Stereotype ENFP: Full of life and love. Passionate lover. Always fighting for a cause.

Real ENFP: Blink abnormally fast and probably should not drink coffee ever, have to make conscious effort to not smile, should take more things more seriously

Stereotype INFP: Gifted with emotional intelligence. Spiritual and believes in the soul, the natural course of the world, and love.

Real INFP: Really good at laughing at themselves which is necessary because they f*ck up constantly

Stereotype ESTJ: Intelligent. Dependable. Productive and competent. Forward-thinkers.

Real ESTJ: Remind teachers about homework distribution and collection every single day of the week, get off on educational videos

Stereotype ISTJ: Rule-followers. Responsible. Duty drives their perfection.

Real ISTJ: Sometimes sleep over 12 cumulative hours in a day

Stereotype ESTP: Daredevil. Live life on the edge. Famous and popular.

Real ESTP: 100% of decision-making is weighing the pros, ignoring the cons, and shrugging, then doing whatever stupid thing they got dared to do

Stereotype ISTP: Cool as hell. Detached and indifferent. Smart tinkerers.

Real ISTP: Won “Most Stubborn and Silent” for Senior Superlative page in high school yearbook

Stereotype ESFJ: Genuine and affectionate. Would take care of a sick stranger if needed. Make friends everywhere they go.

Real ESFJ: Value self-worth based on quality of and feedback for homemade baked goods, the holiday season is their life source

Stereotype ISFJ: Sweet. Innocent. Fragile and caring hearts who love their friends.

Real ISFJ: Hate conflict so much that they get second-hand anxiety from watching cliché emotional plot twist movies

Stereotype ESFP: Epitome of style and fashion. Impossibly cool. At every party and loved by everyone.

Real ESFP: Physically CANNOT stop making noises and fidgeting, all storage on their phones is taken up by hundreds of selfies in various poses

Stereotype ISFP: Exceptional artists. Emotionally deep. Humanitarians and always helping the planet.

Real ISFP: Just want to become trees, don’t get why people can’t just love one another, f*cking hippies


He had it pretty rough back then, wouldn’t you agree? 

Staring is Rude (Jaehyun x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) WAZZZZZUPPPP GUYS! Your gal is back at it again with that smutty smut and with her ultimate bias too! That’s right, more yummy Jaehyun for everyone, and this time it’s a college AU. Hope you like this one, I really had a blast writing it!


Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

It all started at the end of the first semester of your sophomore year in college. The glances that were snuck from the corner of the eye, watching from your peripheral vision each other’s movements, the strategic sitting for the best view. It was innocent at first, just simply checking one another out due to curiosity. You barely knew him at all; knew that his name was Jung Jaehyun and he was a first semester junior majoring in music and fine arts with many obnoxiously talented friends. 

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Work In Progress: Silent enim leges inter arma
for @aidava and @deadcatwithaflamethrower, the two people most guilty for the existence of this monstrosity (without even meaning to be), and for @poplitealqueen with many thanks for encouragement. :)

There’s a chance I won’t have much to show for May the 4th aside from this, but I’m not sure I mind. I will not be posting any of this au to ao3 until a significant portion is done, however, which may take a very long time. Previously introduced under the guise of ‘the frankenAU’, I now give you a relatively polished first chapter: 

In all the time he’d known Maul, the Zabrak had barely spoken two words together. Most of his language seemed limited to snarls and baleful sulfurous-yellow glares. He’d smile back with a curve to his lips all too feral, tip his head in the barest sketch of a nod, all the time waiting. Waiting for his chance to deliver Maul to Sidious as a failure, albeit the result of his own careful, delicate sabotage.

Sidious would know, of course. The bastard always knew. But it wasn’t as though he expected to keep both Apprentices, surely. No—survival of the fittest, that was what Sidious wanted. Maul was an excellent specimen, a sterling example of a weapon honed by and tempered with hate and pain. Sidious’s weapon, an evolutionary marvel if your study was pure brute force.

An assassin, but not a successor. Never a threat to Sidious himself.

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EXO REACTION: You walk out in just a towel

request: exo reaction to you wearing just a towel and walking out of the bathroom
requested by: anon
a/n: requests are open!


Byun Baekhyun

This fine ass man would be so excited to see you all wet from the shower that he would drag you right back into that bathroom to shower together. “But babe I just finished taking a shower,” You would say, laughing as he threw you over his shoulder and marched you right back toward the bathroom. “I don’t care, you look so god damn good that we need to shower together.”

Then after taking a steamy shower together you would both get out and put your towels on; he would stare at you with that smirk on his face like ‘time for another round’.

Park Chanyeol

This boy would get so unbelievably giggly and nervous. Looking up from his phone to see you walking out of the bathroom in just a towel would be the best case scenario for Chanyeol. He would just sit there with a goofy grin on his face, smirking as you looked back at him with an innocent smile playing on your lips. “Babe..” He would whisper then bite his lip, getting up from his spot on the bed and making his way over to you, not many other words being exchanged before he has that towel laying on the ground. 

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FEED - Page 2


Synopsis: FEED features a troublesome trio who don’t get along so well. As the three travel to find a place to stay longer than a single night, they soon realize someone is following them, stealing their supplies, and tainting any safe path which makes them turn on one another. They aim to figure out the problem, which reveals a much bigger surprise than they “signed up for”.

I’m gonna be uploading a few pages until I put it on patreon. Hope you all like so far!

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Something Worth Fighting For- 4

Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice. Third installment of the Worth Fighting For Series

Words: 2419

Warnings: Language, as always. Canon violence.

Author’s Note: Expect a post from me soon explaining the lack of tags on this post. For now, I just wanted to get this out here so y’all can read it. More info to come.

Masterlist   Part 3

Originally posted by marvel-is-ruining-my-life


It was a tiny apartment. One room, a dingy kitchen with cluttered counters and a mattress, shoved into one corner, the sleeping bag on top pulled back in disarray. The sheets off-white, sweat stained, signs of struggle. Not the sort of struggle Steve had been trained to look for: a fight, signs of attack, but the sort of struggle that Steve had learned on his own.

As he tiptoed between the sink, fridge, and the counter separating the kitchen from the bed, Steve found himself taking in all the little details of the apartment: the small collection of dishes sitting in the sink, the newspapers plastered over the window, a bookshelf made from cinder blocks and scraps of wood. There was a shelf with spotty, still not quite clean dishes stacked on it over the sink. A half-full bottle of store brand dish soap. He paused, glancing at the top of the refrigerator. A collection of papers, a large red thermos, and a jar filled with cooking utensils were arranged haphazardly on the dusty surface. Steve smirked when he saw the bright green spatula among the kitchenware.

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War Ficlet Series Part I (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV)

“Hermione, you can’t keep doing this.” Harry sighed, taking his glasses into his hands and cleaning them with his shirt. “I know you want to be involved every step of the way, and Merlin knows I need you and we need the help, but at this rate, you’re going to burn out. When that happens what will you do? You can’t keep running on pure adrenaline.”

“I’m. Fine.” She bit out, crossing her arms and leveling him with a glare.

He sighed and shook his head, knowing how stubborn she was. “Alright. Maybe you are fine. Maybe you can keep going on mission after mission, but they’re catching on. They’re getting better at spotting us. You got lucky today. What if you aren’t so lucky next time? What would have happened if you’d had Rhea with you?”

“Oh, don’t start with the what if’s, Harry. Rhea was fine. She was safe with Ginny. I would never bring her with me on a mission.”

“And the market? Do you bring her with you when you go there?”

She felt the atmosphere in the room change and it made her pause. “I do, but…why is that relevant?”

“Lavender’s younger sister Daisy was snatched this morning while they were getting provisions. And she’s not the only one. There’s been a few members or associates of The Resistance taken in the last week. All of them were just doing mundane things. No missions, no drawing attention. I’m worried about the kids and what they’d do if we didn’t come back. Or what we’d do if they were taken.”

“And what do you suggest we do? We’ve tried sneaking them out once, and that attempt went as horribly as I had imagined it to go. So how do you suppose we get James and Rhea out of here?”

He looked pointedly at her. “Rhea’s father.”

She clenched her jaw and stamped down the rising anxiety in her chest. “You know why I can’t do that.”

“Hermione, you may not have a choice. If he can get Rhea out-”

“I won’t abandon her!”

“I’m not suggesting you abandon her. I’m suggesting you find a way to get her the hell out of London, or at the very least safe.”

“Oh, yes. Because being surrounded by Death Eaters would be really safe, Harry.” She mocked, throwing her hands in the air.

“I’m not particularly fond of that aspect of it either, but it’s a chance. What other options are there?”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I’ll find one.”

He sighed in defeat. “Well, just think about it. Please. You know I would never suggest it if I thought it wouldn’t work. It may be the only way to get the kids out of this mess we’ve created.” And with that, he turned from her and headed upstairs.

She stood there, alone in the foyer, for a while until she felt a tug on her hand.

“What’s wrong, Mummy?” A tiny voice squeaked. “Are you ok?”

She forced a smiled and bent down to the little girls level, pulling her into a hug. “Everything is fine, darling. Mummy is just figuring things out.”

“Grown up things?” She asked, looking up at her mother cautiously, her blue eyes shining in the lamplight.

Hermione nodded and kissed her little girl on the head before maneuvering her into the living room where James sat on the floor playing with an enchanted train and Ginny held a book in her hand. The woman regarded her silently, turning a page as Hermione sat down beside her on the couch. They didn’t need to speak to know that Ginny had heard her and Harry’s exchange.

Rhea said something to James and then climbed onto the couch, laying her head down in her mother’s lap. She was always clingy after Hermione went on missions. Rhea was too young to know what it meant, there was only so much a four year old mind had the capacity to understand, but she knew it was something bad. Something bad had to be happening for her mum to be gone for two days.

Hermione blinked back tears as she thought about what the little girl must think. Even though it was all necessary, she did feel the guilt only a mother could have.

Minutes ticked by and soon soft snores filled the room. Rhea was fast asleep and James suddenly looked up from his toy and yawned, scrambling up off the floor in his toddler grace. Ginny rose and picked him up, holding him close to her chest. He whined for a moment but let his mother lull him into slumber in her arms.

Ginny turned and finally looked at Hermione, sitting down slowly, positioning herself so that she could see her and remain comfortable with the little boy in her lap. Hermione shifted slightly, knowing that the other witch wanted to talk. They’d been sitting in silence too long So something was bound to break.

Ginny looked from Rhea to James and Hermione could already tell from the way her mouth pulled to the side that she was about to say something Hermione didn’t want to hear. “What?” She asked, irritation evident in her voice. Just because she had been waiting for this, didn’t mean she liked it.

Ginny frowned but still answered, “I think Harry was right. Maybe you really should take her to her father.”

Anger roared inside of her again. “I can’t believe you would actually suggest that!” She hissed. Rhea was hers! Her responsibility. It was her job to protect her. No one could take her place in Rhea’s life.

“I’m just trying to help.” The redhead insisted. “It’s getting worse with every passing day and I’m scared, Hermione. I’m always scared!” Her voice shook and when Hermione finally looked at her face she could see the shimmer of tears in her eyes. “I’m afraid that we’re barely surviving and that tonight, or tomorrow, or next week they’ll find us. I’m afraid every time one of us walks out that door that they won’t come back. I’m afraid that they’ll capture Harry and wipe out the resistance in one go. I’m afraid of what would happen if the Death Eaters got their hands on us. You know what they’ve been doing. You know it’s only a matter of time before it all catches up with at least one of us, so don’t act like everything is fine. I know you’re scared too.”

She looked at her daughter and felt a pang in her heart. “Of course I’m scared,” she whispered, “I know entirely too much to ignore the probabilities and statistics, but I won’t just leave her in his care. He doesn’t even know she exists.”

“That may be true, but look at the bigger picture. Things are only going to get worse for the children from here on out. Do you know how many times we’ve actually tried to smuggle James out of the country to Romania? Five. Five times it’s failed. There’s obviously no way out of this for us. But Rhea….there’s hope for her. He may be her best shot at surviving this, and maybe us surviving this.”

Hermione brushed her fingers through her daughter’s hair as she slept in her lap, and thought about all the things Ginny and Harry had said. She had been a part of the attempted smuggling of the kids to Charlie but she hadn’t known how many other times they’d attempted it. “I understand what you’re saying, but I can’t let her be raised in that house. I can’t let her be raised to hate and despise.”

“She has too much of her mother in her to hate anyone.”

She felt an irrational need to scream. “What makes you think he’d even take her? What makes you think she’d be any safer with him?” There was a bitter edge to her voice but she didn’t know who exactly it was directed at. “She’s a halfblood.”

“You really think he’d let anything happen to her?” her friend scoffed, “we have eyes. Even though we didn’t approve, we could all see the way he looked at you. Do you really think he’d turn you away if you asked for his help? Do you really think he’d leave his daughter in danger?”

She closed her eyes, biting her lip as she thought back on their last encounter.

If I could stop this war I would, but I can’t. At least not yet.” A soft low voice spoke close to her ear. “But I can get you out of London. Please, let me do this for you. Let me help you, Granger.”

You can’t be serious. You know why I can’t leave. I won’t leave them. I won’t leave Harry. He needs me.”

The man sighed and shook his head, taking a step back. “Always the bleeding heart aren’t you? I’m giving you a chance to escape, to get far away from all of this….horror, and you still refuse to leave his side. If you stay you’ll only die for him.” He tried to mask his anger but she could still hear it in his voice. “Please, I don’t want to watch you die. Just… just let me help you.”

I’m sorry, Malfoy. I appreciate your offer but I just can’t take it.”

You’re the most stubborn witch I’ve ever met.”

A tiny smirk cracked her still face “That’s why you like me.”

He smiled sadly and kissed her one last time before parting, calling to her before he disappeared into the night.“One day I’ll have the power to stop this war. But until then…don’t get yourself killed.”

“No,” she finally admitted to Ginny. “ He wouldn’t let anything happen to her…even if she wasn't….even if she wasn’t his, I think he would at least try to help ”

The redhead held her gaze, her face as hard as stone. “Then don’t be stupid, Hermione. Find Draco.”