things they carry

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Pluto, Bernese Mountain Dog (6 y/o), 18th & 7th Ave., New York, NY • “He loves to carry things, like boxes of cookies from the store. He’s a ‘working dog’. One year for Halloween he carried a severed arm in his mouth.”

The Things She Carried - Masterpost

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Part 1. Robots Live Among Us

Part 2. The Robot is Back (Coming Soon)

anonymous asked:

i guess i definitely am one of those people, I mean, I've lived and felt what Jack is feeling before and well, most authors don't really write those experiences well or accurately so when reading the latest updates I felt myself go 'woah'

I definitely think you’re not alone, anon. I know there’s quite a few of us who read to kind of go through that angst. I know there’s readers who basically can’t wait for the angst to be over, but in a way, I’m not actually one of them. Like I live for those moments of comfort, but only if they come from hurt first. I need to go through both, somehow, to feel like I’ve really been on a journey with the character.

And I’m really glad this stuff resonates with you and gives you something that you don’t often find, it’s one of the reasons I write this stuff in the first place, because I don’t often find it myself. <3

INTJ Paradox - misplacing things

The INXJ’s inferior Se is notorious for it’s obliviousness to it’s surroundings, often coming the form of forgetting where they are, where they’re going, being lost in thought and forgetting physical things.

The INTJ is paradoxical is this manner as we do constantly put things down and forget about them BUT (and this may be a generalization) we are quite protective over our possessions. As a child we disliked to share in fear of others mishandling, breaking or stealing our things and that carries into adulthood.

E.g.
INTJ: *stalks around the house for five minutes*
INTJ: WHERE IS MY PHONE?!
ESTP: On the breakfast bar
INTJ: I already checked there, it isn’t there.
ESTP: Where else did you take it?
INTJ: Nowhere, I left it on the bench a and now it’s gone, someone has moved it!
ESTP: Relax, retrace your steps. Where was it when you last saw it?
INTJ: Hey that’s a great idea, but if I knew where it was when I last saw it I WOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR IT ESTP!
ESTP: Calm down, I’ll help you look- oh my gosh
INTJ: What?
ESTP: *picks phone of breakfast bar and hands to to INTJ*
ESTP: You’re welcome. *leaves*
INTJ: …
INTJ: thank you!

anonymous asked:

Yuuri is carrying things with both hands and telling Victor to pick up something by pointing with his lips (puckering them in the direction of said object) but Victor thinks Yuuri is asking for a kiss instead and thus proceeds to do as such.

Yuuri had a large jug full of maple syrup in one hand, and a container filled with flour cradled in the elbow of the other. He blinked as he looked up at the whisk hanging before him, that he simply could not grab it as he was now but he was so eager to get started…

“Need help?” Victor paused at his side, chuckling in amusement at Yuuri’s face of concentration.

“Ah yes!” Yuuri wanted to gesture up to the tool that he needed, but unable to. “Can you–” Doing the next time that came to mind, he puckered his lips in the direction of the hanging whisk, like Mila sometimes did. But before he had a chance to finish his request, Victor had kissed him.

Kissed him.

On the lips.

Light and sweet and quick.

“What was that?!” Yuuri exclaimed, very nearly dropping what he had been gripping onto. “Did you…. did you just…”

“Kiss you?” Victor blinked, in surprise and confusion. “Yes? I thought you were asking for a kiss?”

Yuuri’s face was the reddest shade imaginable. “No, I was asking for–” He stopped and turned, setting down the flour and maple syrup. Then he spun back around and grabbed the prince’s collar, crashing their lips together.

I admit, I was afraid to love. Not just love, but to love her. For she was a stunning mystery. She carried things deep inside her that no one has yet to understand, and I, I was afraid to fail, like the others.

She was the ocean and i was just a boy who loved the waves but was completely terrified to swim.
Reblog if I can message you and befriend you

I found few amazing people here and I want to meet more, since I am incapable of making friends in real life!

(I’m shy and awkward tho, so our conversations might be weird at the beginning. But I will try my best.)

I really like the image of Vader rolling Luke’s name around in his head, saying it out loud to himself, testing it, hearing it. 

Luke. Luke Skywalker. My son’s name is Luke. 

Practicing different ways to say it. Maybe he tries it out in all of his different, typical Vader tones. You know, in the way he addresses Imperial Officers or Rebel Prisoners or even the Emporer. None of them probably sound right. 

Saying it quietly, in a gentle voice. It’s unfamiliar and maybe uncomfortable because he hasn’t been gentle in years but it’d sound right and good. 

I like the idea that there’s a build-up for Vader to that first moment. That the moment when he is looking at his son and calls him by his name for the first time, that it would be this important moment for him. One that he has thought a lot about and prepared for. 

And that every time he says it is precious. That he just keeps trying to get it right because this is his son and his name is Luke.