this is one of those brain farts i get them a lot

Some of you have requested that I show you my note taking technique. This is in no way a proven technique, but it really works for me and many of my professors have applauded my structure. So try it, and if you like it and it works for you, great! If not, I commend you on having a more structured system! These are my general rules when I take notes:

1. Leave space. A lot of space.
While going through previous notes, whether it be right after class or a month later, I always found that I had information that I wanted to add, and cramped pages never allowed for that. Plus, it’s a bit less daunting on the eyes when there is some room between ideas. I do realize that this is not very eco-friendly, but hey! 

2. Use the margins in a smart way.
I have developed a “legend” of symbols to draw in the margins so that when I need a quick scan of what pages in the textbooks I referenced or vocab, I can find what I need easily. It might not seem useful on this one page, but when you have a whole 3″ binder full of notes, it’s a blessing.

3. Write on one side of the page.
Again, not a eco-friendly option. However, I’m sure there are those of you (my past self included) who have wished you just had another page to write down book notes or additional thoughts without having to get a fresh paper. This solves that! 

4. Make it pretty later.
I know this page is visually appealing, but keep in mind that I was in my nice warm room by myself and listening to music while writing this. My notes straight out of class aren’t color coded and they definitely don’t have cute little decorations on them; just get the information down, worry about aesthetics later.

5. Put yourself in the classroom.
You might think: “but I’m physically in the room what the hell are you talking about”. The concept is weird but it works. I always try everything I can to make sure I place as many visual cues in my notes as I can so that when I look back on them later I remember exactly where I was and what was happening. Are you not paying attention and thinking of food? Write it down. Did someone fart? Write it down. Placing yourself in the room is the most beneficial thing you can do for future you.

6. Keep it short.
I can’t tell you how many times I freaked out when I first got to college because I was trying to write everything down. I was certain I was going to miss something. WELL HAVE I GOT NEWS FOR YOU. You aren’t going to miss anything if you keep your bullets to a minimum of one sentence. It’s proven that short phrases in your own words help memory better than full sentences that the professor gives you. 

Finally, make it yours. This is a system that works for me because my brain is weird and can’t take notes the Cornell or outline way. The most important thing to learn in school is your own flow of things. Experiment, be creative! I hope I have helped those of you who aren’t traditional learners realize that there isn’t just one way to process information. If any of you have any questions or need specific examples, let me know! (I realize there is a typo on this but hey don’t worry about it) 🙈 

Hurt

Where Y/N is in an unhealthy relationship, and Harry helps her realize and understand that she should be treated better.

Sneak Peak:
“You always did like Harry more than a friend should. But then you got into a relationship and you knew your feelings never went away they were just repressed.

But right now it’s like they all came back again in full force, they weren’t hiding anymore.

“Why didn’t you text me back last night. Were my jokes so bad you threw your phone out the window?” He chuckled.

You suddenly frowned remembering last night with Lucas coming home drunk. And everything after that. You didn’t want to think about what happened, because whatever you thought would help didn’t. You woke up feeling shitter then before and Lucas was still being the same, he didn’t change. You were stupid to think that him having sex with you would change that.”


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I’ll probably do a part two. Tell me if you want that!

————

As soon as you heard the front door shut downstairs you sighed. You looked over at your phone and it was 2am. But what’s new with him coming home late you thought sadly. You hoped he wasn’t in that mood because you certainly weren’t. But that hasn’t stopped him before.

You heard him downstairs in the kitchen probably getting some water to minimize his drunken state. Oh you really hope he wasn’t drinking tonight. So you quickly locked your phone and pretended you were fast asleep. And maybe he would just climb in bed and just fall asleep too.

As you buried your head in the covers, you saw your phone light up. It was a text from Harry, and you grinned.

You always texted each other about random stuff when you couldn’t sleep at night. Harry usually busts out the awful jokes and sends you funny memes to make you smile.

Harry was a great friend and you’ve became even closer ever since you both worked together in the bookstore down the road. Your whole life you never really had a true best friend where you could tell almost everything to, until him. So you were sad you didn’t have time to reply to his text at least to say goodnight.

You laid down in silence for a little. But You didn’t hear him come up the stairs so you decided quickly to maybe send Harry a quick “goodnight text” just so he doesn’t think your not replying. But as soon as you reached for your phone the sound of footsteps stopped you. You quickly brought your hand back to the bed and closed your eyes to look asleep.

The bedroom door opened and you heard him shuffle in. You could already tell he was drunk because you could hear him trip over his feet multiple times as curse words flew out his mouth.

He walked over to the closet to take off his clothes and was left in just his underwear. The bathroom light illuminated and he walked into brush his teeth and do some other things. Usually he would just jump into bed. He never cared to get fully ready for bed if he was drinking.

Maybe he wasn’t you thought, and smiled a little. Maybe he just came home late from work and wasn’t out get pissed drunk. Which made you think that he was getting back to his old self, and that’s who you loved.

The side of the bed dipped and you could feel the warmth of his body come in contact with you. He got himself comfortable on the bed before he slipped his arm around your waist to pull you onto his bare chest. You almost leaned into his touch until he spoke.

“I know your not sleeping.” He said and you could smell the alcohol on his breathe and you cringed.

You didn’t say anything hoping he would just go to sleep and you can all just start off tomorrow morning fresh.

He sighed into the side of your neck, you thought in defeat. But then you felt him slowly start to leave kisses on your neck. While creeping his hand up the shirt your were only wearing which was his.

You thought it would just end there before he fell asleep. But then you felt his hands coming down to your underwear.

“Lucas, I’m really tired.” You finally gave up the act.

He smirked down at you “I knew you weren’t sleeping.” He said while still assaulting your neck.

Your weren’t facing him so he couldn’t see the uneasiness on your face. But that soon changed when he flipped you around to face him. Even in this dim light you could see his blood shot blue eyes and you missed seeing his ocean eyes.

They use to be so clear and beautiful before they were tainted with the red rims that is now part of him most of the days.

“That’s better.” He says to you as he leaned in for a kiss but this time on the lips. You didn’t push him away because you thought this was just a good night kiss. So when you felt his lips connect with yours you brought your hands up to his cheek and kissed him back. It was slow and gentle and you missed this. Just simply kissing him and not doing anything else.

You pulled away from the kiss to lean your head back down on the pillow because in all honesty you were getting tired. But Lucas wasn’t having it.

“Come on Y/N don’t sleep on me yet baby.” He says well placing his hands between your thighs.

“Lucas your drunk…”

“I’m not that drunk” he tells you while his hand still hasn’t moved.

You tried to reason with him. “Babe, I’m just really tired can we just do this another time. Please.” Why are you begging him, you shouldn’t be. Your subconscious told you.

“Come on Y/N, let’s just fuck around for a little bit. We haven’t in a while.” He whines while kissing your cheek.

But you remember the last time you did have sex it was like a week ago. In the car after you left one of your friends birthday parties.

Lucas said he couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off you all night. Which did make you feel pretty. But he literally made you guys leave early because he wanted you right then and wouldn’t wait. You couldn’t really say no when he went behind your back to tell everyone you weren’t feeling well so you left early, which was a lie.

You did want to stay longer, but Lucas insisted that you guys leave. You felt bad for lying but Lucas kept saying it was alright because he was gonna make you feel so good.

He couldn’t even wait until you guys got home.

You remembered he stopped driving and pulled over. Even when you told him that you felt more comfortable if you were at home in your own bed.

But he didn’t listen.

He said how he couldn’t restrain himself any longer and how he had to take you right in that car.

You remembered him saying how if you weren’t so beautiful and sexy that he could of waited.

Like it was your fault.

But he didn’t wait.

You were uncomfortable and not enjoying yourself that whole time he was inside of you, because yet again he put his own needs before yours.

So right now in this moment it felt like the same thing was happening.

“Lucas. I am really tired right now okay?!” You said in a stern voice. You tried to get him to face you so he could see how serious you were. But his face was still on your neck.

“I’ll be quick. Come on… I’ve had a long day at work and you’ve been so busy too. I miss you…” he tells you.

It was those times when he would say things like that, that you think it’s the truth. You hoped it was because you missed him too, but the old him. Maybe things are turning around for the better. But you weren’t sure.

Silence filled the room but you could still hear the sound of his lips on your skin. He moved lower and lower until he got to the rim of your underwear. He didn’t look up for confirmation but at the same time you didn’t stop him.

You have been working a lot so maybe this would make him happy again. Maybe after this he would stop coming home drunk. Maybe You were being to busy with work and everything.

Maybe this was a way to make up for it.

But you didn’t feel good because deep down you knew you didn’t want to be doing this right now.

And after it was over and Lucas pulled out of you and said those three words.

You knew something didn’t feel right.

——-

There were so many new books that arrived today. You could barely keep up with the whole catalogue and making sure you put them on the right shelf.

The book store was packed today probably because of these new books. A lot of them you had to put aside because so many people were calling them to put them on hold before they sold out.

You were humming a tune that’s been stuck in your head for weeks until you heard something behind you.

You turned around a saw a book on the floor. It must of fallen off the cart you thought as you grabbed “Everything Everything” and put it back on the cart.

You then continue with the teen fiction section making sure you put them in the right alphabetical order by the authors last name.

Sometimes you have these brain farts when you can’t remember which letter comes first in the alphabet so you have to start from the beginning and sing the alphabet song.

“A, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i-” suddenly you heard another thud behind you.

You turned around again and saw another book on the ground. But it was down the end of the aisle and it couldn’t be from your cart.

You walked over there and picked it up and placed it back where it belonged. Right when you did that a book on the shelf right beside you fell. You slightly jumped before it could hit your foot.

“What the hell?” You said out loud. You swear if it’s those kids again from a few months ago.

You peaked through the slot where the book had fallen too see who was on the other side pushing the books down.

No one was there you just saw to the other aisle. You sighed in frustration. Maybe it was a ghost-

“BOO!” Harry jumps into your view on the other aisle. You jumped and yelled and hit your head on bookshelf.

“Owww” you touched your forehead but you looked at your fingers and didn’t see blood.

“Oh my gosh!” Harry comes over and starts laughing uncontrollably. “You should of seen your face!”

You tried to look mad at him but it was hard when he looked so cute and happy laughing.

“I swear I didn’t mean for you to hit your head.” He says while still laughing.

“Well I did. And you distracted me from my work, you ass.” You couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and grinned.

“I’m sorry.” Harry pouts. “But I’m not really, after you nearly got me fired last week for setting my phone alarm to go off while I was checking out people! And “I’m sexy and I know it” came on!“

You giggled remembering how embarrassed Harry was as he tried to search for his phone to shut off the alarm as he had a line of customers ready to check out.

“I’ll get you back styles.” You point at him to make yourself look intimidating but it really didn’t.

“I’ll be ready, Love.” He raises his eyebrow and You just shook your head.

“Well the least you could do is help me put these books on the shelf. Especially the ones on the top shelf Mr.Long Legs.”

“Sure thing Ms. Shorty.” He teased.

“Hey!” You went over to the cart and got another book and so did Harry.

You checked the list to make sure you were putting it in the right place. Okay where is the name Hopkins? You thought as you skimmed through the H’s. After you found it you slide the book.

“You know I’m not short your just insanely tall-” you turned around to get another book, when you almost crashed into Harry. He was standing behind you as you you were putting the other book away. While he was putting another book above your head.

You were pretty much trapped between Harry’s frame as his hands were above you looking for the right author.

“Oh so now your trying to trap me?”

Harry looks down on you and smirked.

And suddenly you wanted look at Harry all day. His green eyes were mesmerizing. You tried to look away but when you did you just ended up looking at his pink lips.

You always did like Harry more than a friend should. But then you got into a relationship and you knew your feelings never went away they were just repressed.

But right now it’s like they all came back again in full force, they weren’t hiding anymore.

“Why didn’t you text me back last night. Were my jokes so bad you threw your phone out the window?” He chuckled.

You suddenly frowned remembering last night with Lucas coming home drunk. And everything after that. You didn’t want to think about what happened, because whatever you thought would help didn’t. You woke up feeling shitter then before and Lucas was still being the same, he didn’t change. You were stupid to think that him having sex with you would change that.

“Hey hey.” Harry lifted up your chin to see your sad expression and glossy eyes. “If my jokes were that bad you could just tell me. I promise I won’t be offended, Love.”

You blink away the water in your eyes. “What? No that’s now why. I just fell asleep. I’m sorry and you know I love your cheesy jokes.”

“Ok just making sure.” He pulled away from you and picked up another book.

“Ohh I heard this book was pretty good.” He held up the book “Before I Fall”.

“Me too, they made a movie too and I’ve been dying to see it. It’s kind of mysterious and creepy too.” You explain.

“Yeah but I don’t think it’s in theaters anymore.”

“Aww that’s too bad…” you remember seeing the trailer and maybe wanting to see it but you didn’t have anyone to see it with. Lucas hated doing things like that.

“Maybe you can come over tonight. It’s on my Apple TV and we can watch it together.” Harry offers.

You look up from cataloging to see that Harry was waiting for your answer. You knew your answer already. But your mind suddenly went to your boyfriend. It didn’t matter what he thinks you told yourself. You are just hanging out with a friend and will be done before 11 if he is even home that early.

“I mean if you have other plans I totally understand-.”

“No, I don’t I would love to come.” You say and he smiles.

“Ok I’ll wait for you after your shift is over.”

“I’ll be waiting.” You say as he walks away to finish the rest of the work he had to do.

Now all you were thinking was that you hoped four hours will go by quickly.

———-

“Do you want coke or Pepsi?” Harry yelled from his kitchen.

“Coke definitely!”

A few moments later Harry comes back with two cokes in one hand and a big bowl of popcorn in another.

He handed you a coke and said,“ your a coke girl, my favorite kind” he said jokingly and you giggled.

He also brought a big blanket down from upstairs. When it was time to sit and watch the movie Harry sat down right next to you barely leaving any room between you too. He layed out the blanket over your bodies and put the popcorn between you two.

It was now about seven o'clock and the sun was setting soon. But Harry’s apartment was so cozy and homey. You loved coming over here.

Harry pressed play and the movie started. As the movie was rolling Harry kept asking questions and making commentary that made you laugh.

“Why would she do that-”

“Harry be quiet this is the good part.” You placed your hand over his mouth and he licked your hand making you pull away and wipe your hand on your shirt.

“Your such a child!”

But then Harry hushed you to be quiet because the climax of the movie was happening.

When the movie ended you guys decided to watch The Notebook. It was Harry’s idea actually but you loved the movie too.

As the movie progressed. Your eyes began to get droopy but you tried fighting it. But you barely got any sleep last night.

So when you placed your head on Harry’s shoulder you fell into a deep sleep.

——-

The sound of a phone ringing woke you up. Your eyes were still closed as you grabbed your phone from your pocket and answered.

“Hello?” You said with you groggy voice.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?!” Lucas’ voice boomed from the line.

Your eyes flew open. You were confused where you were for a second. But you took in your state as your laying in Harry’s lap as he’s fast asleep next to you practically holding you. You looked at your phone to see the time, and when it read 1am you nearly had a heart attack.

Holy Fuck.

“I’m so-rry. I’m at a friends and we were watching a movie and I accidentally fell asleep. I lost track of time.”

“Where are you? Send me the address I’m picking you up.” He demanded.

“No, it’s ok. I’m leaving right now. I swear you don’t need to come.” You tried no calm yourself from panicking.

“I swear to fucking god Y/N, if your not hear in a fucking 30 minutes I will-”

“I’ll be there, I promise I’m leaving right now. I’m sorry. I love you bye.” Lucas hangs up on you without saying anything.

“Is everything alright?” Harry yawns beside you. Making you realize that you were still very close to him. “Who was that? You got up quickly and started gathering your stuff.

“I have to go. I should of been home awhile ago. Lucas is worried” You frantically look for your other shoe as Harry watched you.

Harry knew who Lucas was, he met him a few times when they started dating. But he always gave him a weird vibe.

“Oh crap it is 1am. We slept for awhile did we?”

“Yeah.”

“That was the best nap I’ve ever taken. Your very warm and cozy Y/N like a pillow.” Harry said randomly.

Your stomach did a weird flip after Harry said that. You looked over at him with his hair a little messy from sleeping, and looked adorable.

You wanted to go back to the couch and let him hold you again.

“Let me at least drive you home.” Harry offered getting up from the coach.

“Of no you’ve done so much already. It’s fine I can walk.” You said too quickly.

“Absolutely not Y/N it’s 1am. What kind of friend would I be if I let my pretty friend walk home at night.”

Pretty….

“No way, at least let me call you an uber?”

“Ok.”

The uber arrived 7 minutes later. As soon as you saw there headlights you went to the door.

“Hey I don’t even get a goodbye hug?” Harry pouted.

You smiled and turned back around and Harry wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Text me when your home safe.” Harry whispers in your ear and you just nod. You didn’t want to leave but when Harry pulled away you knew you had to go.

But all you wanted was to back in Harry’s arms.

-

Part 2: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160663934994/hurt-part-2 Part 3: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160710668819/hurt-part-3
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ZOSAN Egyptian AU: “For A heart” Collab

Character Sheet: Zoro!

A DOUBLE MOSS COMBO BETWEEN @mossybrows-draws and @cyriusli!! Hehe! You can see Zoro’s hair growing out from the black dye he puts in it! Why is Zoro’s hair green and why does he dye it black you ask? Stay tuned to our ZoSan Egyptian AU to find out, you can follow the sideblog here!


Character Sheet: Roronoa Zoro

Role: Son of Anubis!Mihawk

Pet-Name: Zoronubis (Only Mossy says this shit)

Cyriusli: So, with creation of Bastet Sanji, it only seemed natural that we have Anubis Zoro. I immediately googled Anubis and started showing Mossy pictures and linking her to sites with information on him. I also started a google doc and just started listing information and pictures for references to just about everything I could think of that had to do with both characters. I think it’s probably also worth noting that Anubis and Bastet are my two favorite of the Egyptian gods.

Mossy: Hell yeah. Cyriusli got really into it right off the bat and it got me really hyped. I’ve always had to work alone on character designs before, so it was new and exciting to have someone who knew about the history to work with. We wanted Zoro to have a helmet that looked like a jackal because of the reference picture Cyriusli picked out. I had a random brain fart and was like “What if the helmet had holes and his ears are real, like Sanji’s ears are real, but integrated into the helmet to look like it was a part of the helmet too.” This was our first hill with Zoro.

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #132 - Good Will Hunting

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: Blu-ray

1) I find it interesting how when the opening credits say, “Written by Matt Damon and Ben Affleck,” it says Damon’s name over Affleck’s character and vice versa.

2) The first character in the film we really get to know is Stellan Skarsgård as Gerald Lambeau.

You get that Skarsgård has good intentions, even though he is a massive pretentious asshole who hits on his students and judges people not based on how happy they are but more their position in life. A janitor is a failure. A community college teacher is a failure. Any other opinions be damned. He’s not EXCLUSIVELY a bad guy though. You understand his intentions are good and he does learn as the film goes on, but damn if he isn’t just a prick for most of the film.

3) The first tavern scene is a nice way of introducing us to Will and his friends. It creates a sense of community between them and South Boston, a sense of character for every member of the group, and their relationships with each other.

4) Matt Damon as Will Hunting.

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Will is a character who you really get to know over time, and that’s very nice. At first he largely keeps to himself and we get that he doesn’t care about power or prestige. At first that’s a noble thing, but then we learn that this is born less out of humility and more out of fear. Will is a flawed character. He convinces himself of all the disadvantages of somethings, of the shame of it, because he is petrified. His world, his life with his friends, that is safe for him. That is home. And he doesn’t really risk to go for more than that because of his fear of rejection (identified by Robin Williams’ Sean Maguire later in the movie). I think this - along with the beatings he sustained as a child - fuels the aggression we see (and later hear about) when he picks a fight with an old kindergarden bully for no other reason than he just felt like it (and then doesn’t stop until the cops show up).

But Will is SMART. And not like a little smart either, but incredibly intelligent. He’s not afraid to show it either, he doesn’t hide it when he feels a need to use it. But he doesn’t brag about it either. He is not in his friends’ faces with it with an, “I’m so much smarter than you,” attitude. Matt Damon - the film’s cowriter with Ben Affleck - plays Will’s many facets very well. This film is incredibly well cast and most of the actors when you’re watching them don’t FEEL like actors. They feel like the characters, totally and completely. Damon as the lead is no exception.

5) Can I just say: I LIVE for scenes in movies and moments in life where some pretentious condescending asshole is put in their place totally and completely? It’s so cathartic!

6) Minnie Driver as Skylar.

Can I just say I LOVE Skylar, even if she is at risk of falling into the category of manic pixie dream girl on paper. Minnie Driver’s academy award nominated performance in this film just makes her so much MORE than that! I love everything about Skylar: how she approaches Will at the bar and calls him an idiot for not asking her out, how she is able to hold her own against Will’s sense of humor and occasional bullshitting, her laugh, her honesty, her heart! The first time I watched this film I was in awe - more than anything else - with Driver’s realism in the part. She and Damon have knockout chemistry that not only suggests to you their heat but their friendship. It is totally believable that they fall in love in such a quick time, and that is because they work so fucking brilliantly with each other. There is sincerity, trust, comradery, humor, an ability to be themselves around each other. I believe Damon and Driver dated for a while after meeting on this film, and that chemistry shows. I just…gah! I love it so much!

7) Classic.

Will [to the douchebag from the bar]: “Do you like apples?”

Douchebag: “Yeah.”

Will [placing Skylar’s phone number on the glass between them]: “Well I got her number.”

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8) The way Lambeau treats Will is…interesting, to say the least. At first it seems like he looks down at him. Like he’s his savior and he knows it. There’s a scene where after they’re done doing math together, Lambeau ruffles Will’s hair. Who the hell does that? It changes as the film goes on. You realize that Lambeau grows to understand that Will is truly an unmatched genius, but early on it’s…weird.

9) The string of psychiatrists Lambeau takes Will to see is very telling and very entertaining. It shows how smart Will is, but also how abrasive he is. How he scoffs at authority and the need for help. It’s a funny scene but it greatly tells to Will’s deeper struggles.

10) Robin Williams as Sean Maguire.

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Williams won his first and only Oscar based on his performance in this film, and damn if it isn’t clear why. Williams is chameleonic. Yes you know its Robin Williams playing him, yes he brings some of his trademark improv comedy (more on that later), but you don’t SEE Williams. All you see is Sean, and that is incredible. Damon and Affleck took a character who could have easily been just the token mentor. The Obi-Wan to Will’s Luke Skywalker. But they did more. They gave Sean his own struggles, his own grief, his own desires, his own conflict, his own arc, and made a truly compelling character who can hold his own against Damon’s Will.

You learn a lot about Sean as the film goes along. You learn how his life is defined by his love and loss of his wife, you see that he is able to relate to actual people, that he hates the MIT snobs. The dude chokes Will out for insulting his wife at one point and is the first therapist to kick Lambeau out of his session. Meaning he takes his time with Will far more seriously than the other therapists.

The chemistry between Williams and Damon is on par with the chemistry between Driver and Damon, although of a fundamentally different nature. Williams as Sean is able to sift through Will’s bullshit, knows when he doesn’t need to put up with it, and is able to slowly make this character who is so afraid of rejection comfortable around him. I think it’s the key relationship in the film, and I love it.

11) Danny Elfman’s score in this film is beautiful. Elfman is known for his more macabre work through collaborations with directors like Tim Burton and Sam Raimi, but here he creates a hopeful and sincere melody which carries you through the film like a leaf on the wind. I think it’s great.

12) The scene where Sean is talking to Will on a park bench is somewhat iconic, but I think it is very powerful for one key reason: the filmmakers decided to keep it on William’s performance for most of the scene. They did not cut between him and Damon, they let his acting and his heart carry those minutes and it is incredible I think. You can watch for yourself if you so desire:

This is my favorite line from that monologue:

Sean: “You’re an orphan right. Do you think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been - how you feel, who you are - because I read Oliver Twist?”

People like to say they know what other people are going through, but unless they have personally they don’t have any idea what they’re talking about. Thank you to this film for having that line in there. I love it.

13) According to IMDb:

The lines in the scene when Sean talks about his late wife’s farting antics were ad-libbed by Robin Williams. That is why Matt Damon was laughing so hard. If you watch the scene carefully you can notice the camera shaking a bit, possibly due to the cameraman laughing as well.

14) This film does an excellent job in balancing the aspects of Will’s life. We get the perfect looks at his relationship with his friends, with Skylar, with Sean, and with Lambeau. There’s not too much and there’s not too little, it’s just right.

15) It is interesting to see how Will lets his guard down with Skylar in some regards while also keeping it up in some ways (namely, lying about how he has 12 brothers).

16) I love Skylar’s story with Will’s friends.

Minnie Driver is gold.

17)

Lambeau [after Sean says they should let Sean go down his own path]: “It worked wonders for you didn’t it?”

Sean: “Yeah it did you arrogant fucking prick.”

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WHETHER OR NOT SOMEONE HAS LIVED A GOOD LIFE IS NOT BASED ON THEIR STATURE. IT IS NOT BASED ON THEIR JOB, THEIR WEALTH, THEIR LOOKS, NOTHING LIKE THAT. IT IS EXCLUSIVELY BASED ON HOW HAPPY THEY ARE LIVING THEIR LIFE AND HOW MUCH PAIN THEY ARE OR ARE NOT CAUSING OTHERS!!!!

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I have a lot of strong feelings on this matter, can you tell?

18) I love how Will explains the way his brain works. How he says Mozart and Beethoven could just look at a piano and play, that’s how his brain works with history and numbers and science and stuff. It actually makes a lot of sense despite being pretty vague.

19) Get ready to have your heart broken by Will being a fucking idiot.

GODDAMN IT WILL!!!!!

20) Will’s whole monologue about why he doesn’t take a job with the NSA because of what COULD happen and one hypothetical leading to another is just a perfect example of him using his intellect to rationalize his fears in a bullshit way.

Will [in a session with Sean]: “Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.? That’s a tough one, but I’ll take a shot. Say I’m working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, ‘cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin’, “Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area” 'cause they don’t give a shit. It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin’ a tour in the National Guard. It’ll be some kid from Southie takin’ shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he’ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain’t helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they’re takin’ their sweet time bringin’ the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin’ play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain’t too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy’s out of work and he can’t afford to drive, so he’s got to walk to the fuckin’ job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he’s starvin’, 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better. I figure fuck it, while I’m at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.”

Originally posted by loadsof-gifs

21) One of my favorite scenes in this film is Chuckie’s reaction after Will says he’s going to stay in south Boston his whole life.

Chuckie: “Look, you’re my best friend, so don’t take this the wrong way but, in 20 years if you’re still livin’ here, comin’ over to my house, watchin’ the Patriots games, workin’ construction, I’ll fuckin’ kill ya. That’s not a threat, that’s a fact, I’ll fuckin’ kill ya.”

He is like the only one - between Skylar, Sean, and Lambeau - to actually get through to Will. And that is because he speaks Will’s language. It’s one of my favorite character moments in the film.

22) I do really love the climax of the film (Sean telling Will, “It’s not your fault,” for his foster dad beating on him and Will breaking down into tears) even if I’m aware of some of it’s flaws. This is a turning point for Will, but if he were in therapy in real life this wouldn’t be the end. Also most therapists don’t treat their patients this way. But that’s the beauty of fiction: we have this thing called suspension of disbelief which makes movies fun to watch! :D

Originally posted by 80slater

23) I think the ending for this film is quite lovely. So many different ideas from earlier play into effect, Will goes to make up with Skylar (headcanon: he gets her back after much groveling and attempts to convince her he’s changed), and what Matt Damon said was Robin Williams’ best improvised line in the film.

Will [in a note he leaves for Sean]: "Sean, if the Professor calls about that job, just tell him, sorry, I have to go see about a girl.“

Originally posted by clintb


Good Will Hunting is a classic of cinema. It features excellent writing that features a heartwarming story, supported by incredible performances across the board. Williams, Damon, and Driver are all particular standouts, but the film is just so good. Perhaps a little overrated, but still incredible. Go see it!

Mistakes & Regrets (Angst)

Anonymous asked: Hi I love late nights BTW. Can you write a bts scenario (can be with any member) where he’s popular and you’re an outcast yet you guys are best friends anyways. You have a crush on him and you confess to him hut he rejects you, revealing that he has a girlfriend. His girlfriend starts bullying you because she hates you and she lies to her bf about it. Soon he starts distancing himself from you and you feel lonely. You can figure how the ending goes. :)))

Title: Mistakes & Regrets (V/Taehyung)
Genre: Angst, fluff (?)
Words:1776
Warning: Slight depiction of parasuicide and violence
A/N: I’m sorry this took long, lovelies. It was hard to think of a scenario but I got a brain fart recently so here goes! Anyway, it’s not that the same but I hope you’ll still like it. Enjoy!

Originally posted by jjks

You were harshly pushed against the locker. The pain stung on your back and you grimace.

“Worse things happen to people like you, you know,” Mina snickers and throws a punch at your stomach. For a pretty girl, this was unexpected but you knew better. You were her best friend, three months ago. You were always behind her, watching other kids beg for mercy.

Now you weren’t in the background. You were the puppet. You didn’t even dare to beg for mercy, you knew what you did. You goddamned confessed.

“Mina…” you groan once she stops the punches.

“Aww, is our little whore apologising?” she gives a bitter laugh as she slams a hand beside you, making your ears feel weird.

“I’m not…” you start to defend yourself but give up.

“You are.” she says, glaring daggers at you.

You weakly look at her.

“You…you tried to steal my boyfriend. Now, look what you made me do (Taylor Swift!), Y/N.“ she backs away, raising her arms. You wince not because of the pain but because of the memory of it all.

“My own best friend,” she growls. “After all these years, it comes down just because of a boy.”

“I’m sure you never expected him to tell me,” she laughs and bends down to pick your scattered papers. Mina starts tearing it one by one. You didn’t care already. “Because let’s face the facts, I’m not under the shadows like you. I’m not some submissive shit like you.”

That’s the last you hear before she slams your head hard on the locker. You crumple down the floor and your former best friend walks away. Your consciousness drifts away. You wished it would be like this forever.

You lost a lot these past three months. You lost two friends because you made a confession. What did you really expect? Him to leave her for you?


“Ready?” your mom looks at you from the driver’s seat. You look uninterested and fumble with your fingers. You hated talking to your shrink. He kept pestering you to take your meds and stop with the homeschooling.

“Y/N, ready?” your mom repeats and her worried tone pull you back. You hated making her worry. You hated the memory of her tear-stained face when you opened your eyes. You hated that you survived from your attempted suicide. You tried to kill yourself by overdosing. It didn’t work, you remember. Someone entered your house in time to rush you to the hospital. You didn’t remember who, though.

After the thirty-minute session with your shrink, you decided to wander around the hospital. You aimlessly walk around, until you see a figure walking towards you. Out of all the figures you have encountered, something about him made you look up and stare at him a bit longer.

Then, you recognise the perfectly chiselled face, the pink lips, the eyes. Taehyung.

You were too late. Taehyung ran in front of you. What was he doing here? Everything around you radiated anger. You were pissed off at him. You hated that he had to break your friendship with Mina. You hated that he had to make you an outcast after rejecting you. Taehyung was pain itself.

You bowed your head and started to run off but he grabs your shoulder. You stiffen at this but your heart rebelliously beats hard. Why did you still like him after everything?

“Y/N…” he says, you slowly turn around and his arm falls beside him. Touching your shoulder left a cold feeling in Taehyung’s hand.

What was he going to do now?

“Yes,” you say, forcing a smile. I’m fine, you mentally tell yourself.

Taehyung was taken aback by this. He suddenly realised how much he missed your smile. How much he missed the sound of your laughter echoing around the halls whenever he told you the cheesiest joke.

“Are you just wasting my time?” you say, your anger was showing. You didn’t care anymore. You were tired of caring anymore.

“N-no. What are you doing here?” he says, suddenly becoming curious. Sometimes, Taehyung felt like he had ADHD.

“You?” you say, also curious. Surely, Taehyung didn’t need help. He couldn’t be like you.

“My grandmother…” he scratches the back of his head.

You nod knowingly, “Okay. Bye.” You turn around and start for the exit. You had to get out. Fast.

“Wait, Y/N!” he runs reaching for your hand but once he got close enough, you pull it and face him again. He abruptly stops.

“Just leave, okay. You’ve done so much damage in my life, I need you to leave.” you firmly say, holding back tears. You leave Taehyung’s crestfallen face and you turn around and walk as fast as you can. You hated that your mom wasn’t there to fetch you. You walk a few miles away from the hospital when you hear a familiar female voice shout your name.

“Y/N!” Mina says as you turn to see the owner of the voice. “Is that you?”

You froze. Everything inside you said ‘Run’ but your body wasn’t following.

“My…you’ve grown,” she snickers. There were boys and girls behind her and they looked dangerous. You stiffen. Why was everyone walking into you?

“Huh? No greetings? No hellos? No ‘How are you’s?” she gives a sarcastic face.

You only give a whimper.

“Idiot. Stupid. Whore.” Before you knew it she was punching you in the face, repeating those three words. Her companions were cheering. You remember when you used to be one of them but you didn’t cheer or anything. You just watched.

You fell on the ground and you use your palm to hold your weight. You could feel blood trickling from your nose. Another mess, you had to clean before your mom comes home. Another lie to make.

Mina walks near you to throw a punch again but a hand stops her. You look up to see Mina with a horrified expression. She was looking at Taehyung who had a hard expression. You’ve never seen him this angry before, it was a bit unnerving.

“We’re over. Leave,” he says, letting go of Mina.

Mina trembles and reach for him but he backs away, “Taehyung, please. Let me explain.”

“So…it was you all along,” he bitterly laughs. “It was you who always left her on the halls. It was you who posted all those threats on her locker. You promised, Mina. You promised.”

Huh?

“Tae…jagi,” she whimpers, her mistake suddenly getting heavier and heavier. Regret rushes through her.

“Mina, you promised you’d change. You promised that if I leave Y/N. If I gave her the cold shoulder…If I reject her…” he says. Regret fills him too. How could he be so blind? How could he have traded his feelings for you for some…promise?

“Tae–”

“Leave. LEAVE.” Taehyung angrily says making Mina run away with her companion. Taehyung sighs at them and bends to help you stand up. He sits you on a bench nearby and cautiously sits beside you.

Both of you stare in front of you. You let the earlier conversation sink into you. You couldn’t believe it. Your feelings were mixed and you didn’t know what to do next.

“Thanks,” you softly say as to you really not knowing what to do or say.

“Oh…uh, welcome,” Taehyung becomes an awkward mess too. He looks at you and his eyes widen, “You’re nose is bleeding!”

His expression makes you giggle, “I know, I know. I’m fine.”

“No, you aren’t,” Taehyung scoops you over and carries you. You giggle and blush at this. Everything felt silly. Taehyung saving you from Mina brought back the feeling of comfort and safety inside you. Warmth bubbled inside you.

You let Taehyung carry you over to a startled nurse and he explains the situation. The nurse gestures the two of you over at an empty room that looked like a clinic. She attends to you and cleans off your nose and your bruises before leaving the two of you alone.

“I’m…sorry, Y/N,” Taehyung carefully says. He really was sorry. He regretted everything. He hated it.

You give a faint smile, “It’s okay. Not really…but I feel okay right now. Thanks.”

Silence falls between the two of you.

“I see a shrink, that’s why I was at that hall.” you break the silence. “I overdosed…you know. I just couldn’t take the guilt of taking you away from Mina. I couldn’t take the guilt of betraying her.”

“I know,” Taehyung lowers his head and you look at him.

“What?”

“I know you overdosed,” he says. Your eyes widen and everything around you freezes. Was he…? Was he the one who brought you to the hospital? “I was there. I’m  sorry I didn’t step up to see that as a sign of your suffering. I’m so so so sorry, Y/N.”

“You saved me twice, Tae,” you whisper. Louder, “But you left me a lot of times. I don’t know what to do.”

“Do you know how it felt to be alone? How it felt to lose your friends because of something you couldn’t prevent? Do you know how it felt to want to end your life? How it felt to be so cold from the loneliness?” you say, tearing up. The weight of everything was suddenly loosening. “I was so alone, Tae. I needed someone but everyone ran away from me. Everything felt so heavy, Tae. It hurt me so much. It was even more painful than overdosing myself or cutting myself. Everything hurts…”

You break down and Taehyung stands up to gather you in his arms and rub your back. He hums softly and lets you cry on his shoulder. You were happy that someone was finally offering a shoulder. That someone actually cared for you. You couldn’t actually comprehend the fact that someone was hugging you.

“If I had known…Y/N. If I had known…I wouldn’t have made those mistakes. I’m sorry,” he says and you bury your head in his shoulder. Taehyung felt terrible. If he had liked you back, why didn’t he reject Mina’s offer? Why didn’t he think of that?

“Y/N…you could always lean on me. You can tell me everything. I’ll be here for you,” he says when you break the hug and look at him. You smile through your tears and nod at this, “Me too, Tae. Me too. I’ll be here for you.”

If he could turn back time–if he had made a different choice–he would have been the best guy for you.

He smiles back at you and wipes your tears with the cuff of his sleeve and hugged you tightly again, silently vowing to never let you go again.

Pairing: Momo x Bakugou for @bnhararepairweek
Prompt: Day 5 - Hotel
Rating:  T for swearing and sexual harassment
A/N: Honestly, keeping up this challenge is a lot more brutal than I anticipated right now, and I’ll probably have to tap out on the last two days due to health reasons. I wasn’t even planning this pairing but this is what happens when you let your brain do as it will.


The two students stared up at the uninviting building. It wasn’t rundown or ugly or anything. In fact, the hotel front was fairly nice with hedges and big, glass doors. But the doors were snug in the dark car garage, and there was a shady feel to it.

The subtle sign announcing it as a Love Motel didn’t help matters but it was the only place available.

The young woman rubbed her upper arms nervously, biting her lip and shifting. Beside her, the slouching young man scowled rebelliously with his eyes narrowed and chin tilted.

“So I guess… this is… this is the place?”

A grunt answered her tremulous question but he moved slightly closer as he took a step forward to inspect the address on the door. Whoever thought it’d be great to send them at who-the-fuck-knows-o'clock in the morning when the drunks were about to find lodging in a strange city had their head up their ass. Not to mention, he’d been saddled with Ponytail girl, which, admittedly was not the most annoying person in the class by far but he’d rather not have to deal with it at all.

Well, whatever, right now, all he wanted to do was take a shower and fall into a bed.

“C'mon.”

Stomping forward, he secretively checked out of the corner of his eye to make sure she was following only to find she was so close on his heels she nearly tread on him. Hunching forward more, he glared at the front desk through the doors, intent on the clerk and getting this over with.

“Woohoo!”

Both were startled, heads jerking to the left and a trio of businessmen half lounged and half sprawled across the bench. Faces flushed bright red with alcohol and suits askew, they were giving heavy stares at the two teenagers, mostly Momo. The man who spoke up licked his lips and gave a crude motion while his buddies cheered.

“Clear off, dickheads,” Bakugou ground out through clenched teeth, not in the mood after the shittyass day he’d already had. Getting the police called for assault wasn’t exactly something he felt like dealing with. Getting a lecture from whichever teacher answered the call, or worse his mother, was the fucking worst. “Go puke in a gutter and pass out in a bush then no one will have to see your ugly faces, trash.”

The three chortled in a slur of gibberish as they talked over one another, “Oho, boyo thinks he sssssooooo toooough?” “Guess sssoooo. Brats ‘ese ‘ays.” “Ah, but look at that piece of tail he’s go with him, the lucky dog. Bow wow, puppy’s gonna get that pu–”

“Ignore those fuckers,” Bakugou growled over the last one.

“Don’t even have to imagine anything,” the ringleader leered clearly referring to amount of skin being shown with her costume. “Niiiccccessuh.”

That was fucking it. He didn’t have patience at the best of times and wastes of oxygen like this deserved what was coming to them.

“Go inside.”

“Wait, what are you…” he ignored the worry in her voice, not taking his eyes off the guys. They sensed a fight coming and staggered up, cocky. “You cannot fight them, remember what Sensei said…”

“Oy, jackasses, what the fuck? You’re just a bunch of sick old men being gross perverts on a girl. That’s her hero costume, you pricks, not a goddamn invitation! What kinda sick fucks perv on teenagers anyway, you old farts?”

As he stalked forward, knuckles cracking and the men falling back at the sheer aggression, he felt fingers curl around his wrist. Startled by the firm but gentle touch, he looked back.

“We should go; they are not worth it.”

“Scum,” he spat, “Go the fuck home and sober up, shitheads. And if you look at her again, I’ll rip your eyeballs out!”

Yelping, they bolted.

“A little excessive?” Her hand hadn’t left his wrist and he realized she was probably scared. Of him more than likely. He knew what he looked like in a temper. Trying to yank it free, she didn’t let go, “Thank you though. Who knows… who knows what would have happened if you were not here with me. You play the part of overprotective boyfriend really well!”

“Wha–”

“For the hotel, I mean.”

Snorting, he let her hang on and scowled, “Uggh, you want to do that dumb pretend dating cliche?”

“Yes! I always wanted to do some acting!”

She bounced back quick. Well, she wouldn’t be a good hero otherwise. Still, it left a nasty feeling in his gut and he wanted her close just in case. The lobby looked empty, but he couldn’t see all of it from where they were standing.

“Whatever.”

If he’d known there’s be busybodies and rumors he never would have slung an arm around her waist nor shared a room overnight.  But he wasn’t thinking about that at the moment, focused on matching their stride and distracted by softness and warmth as she slid his hand down into his and leaned in, thrilled to death at the opportunity.

Consequences could be dealt with later.

Voltron: LD, Season 4

Episode 1:

- Galra Keith, yes.

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

- But Keith no. Allura said ‘we’ need you. Shiro said 'we’ as in here for you, too. Stop it with the 'me/you/he.’ There is a 'we’, Keith. Keith, no.

- Regris appears about as impulsive as Keith, sounds intensely nerdy and has an amazingly well exercised tail. May he float peacefully to safety or allow me the headcanon that he got back onto the ship before Keith.

- Nice Keith and Lotor parallels though. This does not speak well for what will happen to Lotor in contrast.

- If the Black Lion wasn’t responding to Shiro (Kuron idk) in the first place, how did he even get past the shield into the cockpit? This is before the lion even lights up…

- But omghugs!

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

- All the hugs!

Originally posted by fudayk

- Those Galra cruisers still make me think of clothes irons.

Episode 2:

- Katie. Pidge. And Matt. My heart.

Originally posted by a-paladin-of-voltron

- I want what the Galaxy Garrison is providing in terms of sight treatment.

- And Matt needs to talk to Slav.

Episode 3:

- What the quiznak is this 'sir’ business?

Originally posted by auxias

- Matt is such a nerd for his little sister. And Allura, Lance. OMG.

- Lance jealous. Lance being able to play his video games! Lance milking a cow?

- The Cow. Her milkshake brought the Alteans to the yard.

- Co-piloting isn’t only in one of my favourite Voltron fics!!

- Poor Haggar and Lotor and crew though, I mean, come on! Narti? Is she…?

Episode 4:

- Coran. Allura as Keith? I. I have no words.

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

- Hunk exhibiting casual racism is character-consistent. Makes me wonder why there isn’t as much blatant racism this time towards the Galra or half-Galra. Like with how the Empire look at Lotor and his generals for example.

- Pegging Hunk as the rolly-polly butt of all the fart jokes and so on wasn’t really all that humourous. Makes me feel bad for him… And serves to illustrate Coran’s downward spiral.

- Too much forced humor in places that leave a bitter taste in the mouth. Like the above and repeatedly bludgeoning that Allura needs to play as Keith for example. Like, why? The why is too flimsy and quickly glossed over.

Originally posted by auxias

- Lance, you prima donna sweetheart.

- Not sure how I feel about the 'Thanks Keith’ to Allura in that last …battle. Or its resolution.

- Overall, the episode hit some necessary plot points. There are cool moments and I laughed a lot. It also laughs at itself/fandom a lot with its very Power Rangers/that’s showbiz meta.

Episode 5:

- Yay, co-ordinated plan of attack! Yay, freeing 1/3 of the Empire from Zarkon’s control!

- Does the Coalition wonder if Keith (Allura) is leader, since she addresses them and Shiro the Hero - fan favourite in the tight black top - says nothing despite being the Black Paladin i.e. The Head of Voltron?

Originally posted by takashishiroganes

- Aw man, Lotor did not see that coming.

Episode 6:

- If Allura calls Haggar 'the witch’ for her use of Altean magic, isn’t Allura also a witch? And what happened to the word 'druid’?

- Lance is such a doll.

- Keith stepping up to coordinate things in the absence of Voltron is more than 'Follow my lead!’ So hyped!

Originally posted by vampirecamula

- Goddamnit, Keith, step back from the ledge. Somebody pull him back from repeatedly trying to court death in the midst of all that 'victory or death’ getting-in-touch-with-my-Galra-side nonsense. Keith, your fam love you and need you and want you ALIVE. Please. Even Matt was shook! People, check in on him more?!

- We’ll be seeing more of Commander Ladnok and that makes me happy.

- Lotor yes. The reason I caved in to watch this show in the first place, after so many Voltron posts on my dash. The one I took one look at and thought, 'Oh no, he’s hot’ and decided, 'I’m going to watch Voltron now.’

Originally posted by tachipaws

- You are a crazy, desperate, semi-suicidal fool of a prince. I am so glad to see this universe’s version of you, such an improvement from the thirsty misogynistic space viking with a harem from pre-reboot. Damn my (Final Fantasy, I blame you) weakness for gorgeous kickass silver-haired men with parental issues the size of a galaxy-wide apocalypse.

Cracked Article Starters:
  • “Tarzan is almost definitely banging some gorillas.”
  • “When the most well-adjusted person in your family is the cat, it’s time to rethink things.”
  • “Pinocchio’s sexuality is never explored.”
  • “I’m going to go out on a limb and say that blowjobs do not exist in Disney fairy tale kingdoms.”
  • “Roughly 80 percent of all food items fit in your butt if you try hard enough.”
  • “I promised myself I wouldn’t type that.”
  • “Wait, what the fuck?”
  • “My therapist says this is ‘manipulation’ and 'a twisted power play’ that could 'destroy my marriage’.”
  • “Surely this epic dance of seduction cannot be ruined by the addition of footie pajamas.”
  • “If you can see only one Chipmunk adventure, let it be this one.”
  • “That little dog has seen some shit.”
  • “The only reason to stroll pantsless into your sibling’s room is to lay a window-rattling fart and bolt.”
  • “What is the upside of holding a spider?”
  • “No, you can’t quit school to be in a band!”
  • “I shit you not, he really said that.”
  • “His jabs are literal and done with his penis, which he waves around.”
  • “I can feel everyone judging my [NAME] body pillow from across the room.”
  • “HI! I’M A SHARK! PLEASED TO MEET YOU!!!”
  • “[NAME] wants to see the picture that you just took of him, then he squees and asks you to tag him on Facebook.”
  • “His brain could beat up your brain without breaking a sweat.”
  • “This is a picture of me taken last week.”
  • “What do you do when you’re looking for your spirit animal hat and your spirit animal is yourself?”
  • “Can’t go wrong with a llama.”
  • “On a scale of 'not one bit’ to 'desperately,’ how badly do you need a llama right now?”
  • “Cats are assholes.”
  • “No, you’re still not allowed to wear flip-flops with your tux.”
  • “It will only set you back by $41, 995.95!”
  • “My life is great, but it would be better if I owned a giant rock of dinosaur poop.”
  • “Few drugs have captured the hearts and minds of Americans like crack.”
  • “Want to help your kids keep up with the Kardashians?”
  • “Oops! Leaked another nude.”  
  • “That’ll show her who’s pro-violence!”
  • “Of course I’m talking about porn.”
  • “Honestly, if living in shit was good enough for our cavemen-ancestors what makes us so high and mighty?”
  • “Need to stuff your crotch to impress the neighbors?”
  • “We call those people vegans, and we speak of them in hushed tone.”
  • “I’m not touching you; you can’t get mad.”
  • “Really it’s a worthwhile exercise as long as your time is worth absolutely nothing.”
  • “How dare you enjoy something that I have deemed inferior?”
  • “Classic sex offender technique: leaving a trail of candy on the filthy ground.”  
  • “Ah, bagpipes; the beloved sound of Scotland and aquatic mammals in labor.”
  • “She looks like you’d have to pry the can out of her fingers to get her into rehab.”
  • “The man lost a lot of blood.. dick blood.”
  • “If you tell anyone you have a concussion, your parents won’t love you anymore.”
part 1 of: i love this fandom and you guys make me emotional

Everyone is being so sweet and adorable and emotional today and I just felt like I should add my valentine’s sugar to it too. 

I got this blog almost two years ago, not coincidentally when I moved to Texas with just my boyfriend, from Florida from where I had spent my entire life in. I was very alone and since I’m not the coolest of cats, making friends has been…extremely difficult lol.

But getting this blog, and joining this fandom, I’ve really found myself looking forward to come home and see who’s posting on the dash, see who’s chosen to grace me with their follow, or who’s left me a tumblr message (remember, before the IM system haha).

@sinuyasha and @inukag were the first people to welcome me and reblog my writing and just became my overall points of contact for anything fandom related. I felt accepted and wanted and this was the only corner of the entire internet I could really call home. I can’t thank them enough for always being genuine and kind and beautifully forgiving ladies. On top of the fact they’re funny and gorgeous so I really lucked out befriending them. I owe my entire blog to them, and my activity, and my heart.

Later on I’d come to meet my squad, @kristicles @thequeenwillruletheboard @narkik @mirsan and @ohstarfire, and grow an overwhelmingly wonderful bond. I mean dudes, we went to Disney AND Universal Studios together. I’m pretty much married to them. (Which does mean you guys have to give me half your shit in case of divorce). I’m keeping it short for ya’ll cause I don’t care about you at all (I would set fire to myself if you thought for one second that was true). You are my people. You are my shots of whiskey in the dark. 

To the fandom:

I really would have never expected to feel love radiating from some of you towards me. I feel in my heart I don’t even deserve it. I have done nothing (or everything wrong). And you guys posting your fics and your art, and your edits, and all you’re LOVE and you’re FRIENDSHIP, it holds no value because it is PRICELESS. But I feel it towards all of you. I get it. It’s weird it’s unheard of maybe for a small anime fandom, but I FEEL IT. I love you guys. I would never want a single one of you to leave, or if you do have to leave, just please stay in touch. Please keep updating your fanfiction.nets, please keep updating your artwork online when finished, I just…

If you’ve been in this fandom for the past year, you get it. And it almost feels like we’ve all collectively been through some drama here and there together. I’ve made mistakes, I regret getting involved in things all the time, but I appreciate every single one of you who hasn’t deleted me from their life. I appreciate how I can still turn around and count on you guys to be there for me. And I will always be there for you. I love that after a giant cloud of darkness shrouded us, freaking @inuyashapositivity pops up like a ray of sunshine. We are an amazing incredible wonderful fandom and we are loud and vibrant and beautiful. 

@onikik, @little-known-artist @wreathoflaurels, @arnavsinghraizada, @gobodosama, @artistefish @meselfandwhy, @inuijiness @starzki@scribefigaro @smilebomber @kaze-ranna @412rebelled @hanmajoerin @ashcanvas (SHHHH…ASHLEY I DIDN’T JUST ADD YOU THIS MORNING BECAUSE I HAD A BRAIN FART LAST NIGHT…ILY) you guys have seen me at my worst and for some inexpiable reason you’re still my friends and I respect and admire you so so much. I really can’t put into words properly, but my respect for you is something that can and will never vanish. I consider you guys a huge reason why I enjoy the Inuyasha fandom as much as I do. I’m comfortable around you guys and I hope you feel the same way around me. I love you guys, and I would do anything for you. I’d end someone’s life for you. I’d jump into battle for you. I’d throw all my money at your face if I knew it would make you happy. Thank you for being my friends. Really. You are my inner-circle, and without you, I am just a square. 


I’ve met some new people in the past year, who maybe I don’t talk to but I feel like I’ve gotten to know more simply through the small interactions we have, and whom I’m so so so happy joined tumblr to grace us with their content, their presence, and their overall humor and love and joy. 

@grapefruitwannabe, I remember I was in a stream with you and someone was urging you to post your sketches and you were reluctant about it, and god now look at you. Your art is incredible. It’s unique, it has a style, it has movement. You give a tremendous amount to the fandom and you never ask for anything in return. You are so nice too? You know how rare it is to find kind people who are just the sweetest creatures ever? You are a precious cupcake too good for this earth, and we so blessed to have you. 

@sess-kik I knew from the moment you made the taylor swift/kanye west meme, that I regretted not being considered one of your friends. You are fucking oustanding. You are hilarious. You make my ribs hurt. You are like a baby beyonce. I mean that. Picture yourself as beyonce’s’ child because that’s how I view you. 

@justafewsmallsteps you know what’s crazy is that I followed and admired you from afar for so so so long. I am a huge fan. I mean. HUGE. I mean, ridiculously huge. I mean I may have printed out your art and have it stored in my cabinet so I can look at sometimes because I was that (maybe i still am idk) obsessed with your work, and to find out you are a shining ball of sunlight and positivity and love and friendliness. You know…what that feels like ? It’s like meeting a Disney Princess in real life. 

@coquinespike HAHA LOOK SOMEONE TAGGED YOU AGAIN. I’M SORRY. Listen I actually always see you in my notes. I always read your tags cause they’re fucking hilarious. Your comments on things are A+. I don’t know why I didn’t start following you sooner. I am an idiot, what else is new. Cheers to the future.

@keichanz what took you so long to join tumblr, i keep asking myself this question. EVERYONE KNOWS THE KEIZ FROM FF.NET. You are always supporting InuKag and the fandom and there’s a lot of bloggers that I know would not be the same without your presence. I see names all the time that were just quiet little daisies, and you watered those plants and now look at them. You’ve inspired so many people, and you are always just so generous and so loving. Thank you for writing, thank you for participating in events, thank you for being the oil in the inukag gears. Quite literally. 

@lovely-taijiya GABY. DID YOU KNOW THAT I THINK ABOUT YOU ALMOST EVERY DAY. Okay well. Now you do. I get so happy when I see your art on my dash. I get full of butterflies and good feelings. If you were around I would hug you constantly and hold you close to my heart, because you deserve unnerving amounts of love. 

@kag-san you are a gift granted to us by the gods. you are an angel. you are a walking living breathing version of the virgin mary and I would weep at your feet if i could because I think you deserve everything in life and more. Trust me when I say the people who ship things, make me ship things harder. And this candle for KagSan is now a torch and it’s setting my house on fire but I couldn’t be happier. 

@piggy-in-pink you are like Sesshomaru. And by that I mean you are silent and we may cross paths and look at each other and I would be totally fine with you killing me because I admire you just that much. But no honestly, you are wise and clever and I love your work and your existence a lot. Thanks for never changing your url also, it makes life so much easier. (TAKE NOTES PEOPLE)

@mmhinman I remember the first time I went to your blog. You submitted a bunch of wonderful art for InuKag week late, and it blew my mind. I couldn’t believe someone would submit SO LATE but also have it be SO QUALITY. Haha. Your art brings me life, and I can’t thank my lucky stars enough that fate pushed you my way and onto my dash. Thank you thank you thank you. 

@macabre-and-cheese you know that really cool girl in the lunch room who sits with her posse, and is immensely more awesome than you and dates all the attractive people, and knows all the cool songs and she could say “frosty” once and it becomes a meme catchphrase, okay yeah, you know that person? that’s you. on my dash. that’s you. I’m always like “if i reblog this onto my personal, my personal blog gets that much cooler” and I think I have 80 followers on my personal blog now and I owe that all to your and your coolness i swear to god I do. 

@kago-make-dean-some-pie YOUR URL IS SO LONG. EXPLAIN IT TO ME. I love that I’ve gotten to know you better and your AMVs are the bomb dot com. You are so willing to make others feel amazing and wonderful and I hope you feel that way every single day of your life. You are so down to earth and I love you very much.

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Beppu headcanons: culture shock

Ever thought about how weird adjusting to Earth must have been for the twins? Like, not only did they live most of their lives in places other than Earth, they’ve been trained to be idols since the time they were like six years old. That means that the time that most kids would have spent playing in the sandbox, watching cartoons, and generally learning how to socialize with their peers, they were being taught how to sing, dance, act, and compete with other would-be stars for dominance of the airwaves. Trying to settle back into Binan and be “normal” … well, it’s probably not happening. It’s going to be more like:

- Having weird inside jokes that nobody else gets. Aki randomly holds up two carrots in the grocery store and yells “Hey, Haru, look, I’m a lunar module!” and they both start cracking up, and nobody else knows what’s so funny, because they’re referencing a running gag from an old sitcom they used to tune in to every time they passed through the Crab Nebula.

- On the other hand, they get approximately zero cultural references on Earth. If they didn’t see/hear it by the time they were six, it doesn’t exist for them. The various regular and charter members of the Earth Defense Club have to start holding regular movie nights to get the twins caught up on everything they’ve missed, and the guys still have a habit of turning up going, “Listen to this cool new song I found!” and everyone goes, “Oh, yeah, I remember when that was all over the radio seven years ago…”

- And then there’s schoolwork. They’re obviously very bright, but boy have they missed out on a lot when it comes to history and social studies. They’re really having to sweat to catch up on that point, and you still have these odd moments where someone will be like, “Yeah, my mom was a huge fan of Princess Diana…” “Who is she? Someone from a manga?” “No, the Princess of Wales.” “So… like a mermaid, then?”

- Science, though, is an opposite problem. They’ve lived much of their lives on worlds where the science has advanced to the point of looking like magic from our perspective (obviously). Things that are common knowledge to them are things that our scientists are only just beginning to theorize. They eventually start handing their papers over to their friends to check before they turn them in, to make sure they haven’t written something that is going to either make their teacher think they’re making stuff up, or make the teacher try to nominate them for a Nobel Prize for scientific innovation. Like, seriously, what do you mean, humanity hasn’t managed to build a stable wormhole yet? Come on, get with the program.

- Randomly lapsing into extremely foreign languages. There was that time Haru stayed up half the night working on a new set of song lyrics the night before a test, and filled out most of the answers in alien script out of sheer sleep deprivation and had to do it all over again. Talking to each other in space languages when they want to have a private discussion. “Is that some kind of, like, secret twin language?” “Er… yeah, let’s go with that.” Having those brain-fart moments when you just can’t think of the word for something and going, “You know, the, um… those fluffy things you put around your neck to keep it warm that aren’t a scarf. A gazarpnik!” “You mean a cowl?” “Well, that’s what they call them on Planet Aknorth!”

- Those nights when one of them just can’t sleep because they have a craving for those things, they used to get them every time they were traveling through the XJR7 system, they had a texture like chocolate but they were bright purple and smelled like gleeka flowers, and they had a sort of custard filling made from zebba fruits, and nobody on the planet has ever heard of them, much less sells them, and it’s driving them nuts.

- Having really skewed social mores, either because they grew up on a steadily rotating series of planets (wherever there were performances or acting work), or just because they were brought up to be idols instead of people. Sometimes they make the most absurd faux pas just because it was never a problem before. For example, their sense of privacy and personal space is warped, because they’ve always been taught that having people constantly watching them, trying to photograph or record them, asking them personal questions, is all just part of being an idol and a sign that they are successful and loved. They cannot believe that people as popular as, for example, Ryuu and Akoya are so lax about their personal space, and are surprised that more people don’t take advantage of them. Like, how can they just leave their windows with the curtains open and not have people staring through trying to get a look at them?

- It also kind of shocks them that Ryuu is so casual in discussing his relationships, because they were brought up with the “Idols don’t have significant others” rule. They were expected never to talk about any potential crushes, so as to encourage their fans to believe they were available. The fact that he not only talks about his flings constantly, but that people still want to go out with him after he has already publicly shown interest in other people, is kind of like suddenly learning that you’ve been living in a computer simulation this whole time. (They’re still trying to figure out exactly how much is too much when it comes to discussing relationships. It is just so liberating to be able to finally admit they have a crush without worrying that the whole world will reject them for it that they want to talk about it all the time.)

- They also think Earth humans are kind of silly for making all these rules like “you aren’t supposed to pair off with members of your own sex” or “you’re only supposed to have one partner at a time”. They have been on planets where there are multiple distinct sexes, where an entity of one sex reproduced with a whole hive full of members of another sex, where the locals change partners every mating season, and where everyone reproduces by way of a budding process, and everything worked about equally well, so why get hung up on details? The fact that you’re having a relationship at all is more groundbreaking to them than what the specifics of the relationship are.

- Also, gender roles. Not really something they know or care much about. Makeup, jewelry, and elaborate stage costumes are part of their daily life, and the idea that men are not supposed to dress flamboyantly is just puzzling to them.

- They suffer from cultural mishmash. A large part of their star appeal is that they are from Earth, a planet most aliens aren’t familiar with, so they’re ~*exotic*~ and stuff. They were trained to capitalize on this, but they were trained by people who don’t actually know much about Earth. So they got taught how to do things like calligraphy and bonsai because they came from Japan and that’s a thing Japanese people do, right? But then there’s a bunch of other odd stuff mixed into their upbringing because the aliens tend to think of Earth in rather the same way that some people think Asia or Africa are homogeneous, unified cultures where everyone speaks the same language and lives the same way. They have some little quirks that are basically internalized stereotypical Earth behavior, pieced together out of whatever bits and pieces of various cultures the aliens have glimpsed in passing and interpreted as best they could. They have no idea that this is not how most humans behave.

HVFF Portland - a recap

Last weekend, I attended HVFF in Portland for the first time (HVFF and Portland) and had a blast. I know a lot of people on Twitter have seen pictures and videos but I wanted to share a little of my account. 

Half of the fun is sharing the experience with other friends and fans. I met up with friends, people I follow on Twitter, and met new people creating new friendships. Overall, eight of us arrived a day early and hung out after getting our tickets. This really helped getting to know each other in person before the con started. (I had only met Academy of shipping in person before) Then we could break up into different groups at the con and rejoice over mini-Felicity and Alejandra’s amazing ability to connect with the actors as we came back together.

Stephen Amell’s panel was first on Saturday. We were much closer than I expected which was so much fun. He was engaging and funny and most of the questions felt new. 
Highlights:
- He is looking forward to scenes with Jack (William) and they have cool scenes in 6x01
- most embarrassing moment is dropping Katie Cassidy in their make out scene in S1. A kid asked the question, so his avoidance and explanations for why he was carrying her (she was tired) was hilarious.
- Stephen is tired of the beard (for Code 8). Also, he is much better than night shoots then his cousin, Robbie.
- Jesi’s daughter dressed as Felicity (mini-Felicity) was going to ask a question but then Jesi had to ask instead (when will Oliver marry Felicity - answer: maybe in Season 6. Maybe not) However, she charmed Stephen (giving her name as Felicity) which led to two days of glorious moments and pictures with Stephen and the entire cast for that family.
- asked if he would break his promise of no dancing for a slow dance at Olicity wedding, he responded yes since he didn’t count slow dancing as dancing (and he would be better than Grant)
- invited to the Navy Ball and accepted if his schedule allows 
- another Navy officer (after joking that he also was going to ask him to the Navy Ball) gave him a challenge coin from his crew since Arrow is one of the shows they watch away from home. Stephen got off the stage and gave him a hug.
- favorite villain: most iconic, Deathstroke. Favorite, Prometheus.

At this point, we started to break up and visit different actors booths for autographs or selfies. I had written out all the music themes for each person there to sign which meant I did not do any photo-ops. Cons are expensive!

I started with Katrina Law mostly so I could follow Janis and her daughter and see Ava meet Nyssa. If any of you follow Janis, you will know that Nyssa is Ava’s favorite character and it was fun to see Katrina pick her up and swing her back and forth. I showed her my music sheet and Katrina was very excited to learn that Nyssa had her own theme and thought that was really cool.

My next stop was David Ramsey’s table. David Ramsey is a wonderful human being and made sure to take time with each fan. He was the last one to stay both evenings because there were so many people and because it took so much longer (but everyone would agree it was worth it!) He asked me my name, at which point he mentioned it was one of his favorite names and then proceeded to name four other favorite names, one being my sister’s name which we both found very cool. Then I showed him the music and his eyes grew big as he asked where I got the music. I told him I transcribed it which greatly impressed him. Then he asked me to sing or hum Diggle’s theme for him! I did my best but told him that it sounded much cooler with electric bass and then babbled about how it was in the last episode with Deathstroke, Diggle and Wild Dog’s themes as they fought (I told Rick the same thing the next day) which was really cool. David them told me that I was amazing for listening to all those details and signed my paper. He asked if I was a musician and told him that I was a cellist. Since I was dressed as Felicity the first day, he guessed that at the end and gave me a high five. I returned to Sarah and Bre red-faced, a huge grin on my face, and slightly shaking!

The three of us went over to Juliana’s table next. There were a lot less people at her table which meant we could spend more time. First of all, she is gorgeous and has the most lovely smile. I certainly hope we can see more of it on Arrow. We all shared how much we loved her as the Black Canary and thought she did a fantastic job. This meant the world to her and she told us she hoped to do us proud in Season 6. When I showed her the music, I shared how her theme stemmed from the previous Canary themes but is her own. She found that really cool and was a little blown away, I think. I’m not sure she even knew there were soundtracks for Arrow. She asked if she could take a picture of it so she could play it home. She signed Dinah Drake first starting in a D on the staff paper which was a cool little moment.

My last signature was with Stephen Amell. I had this whole spiel I was going to say on thanking him for his work this year but I was a little overwhelmed being so close to him (he is quite handsome) that most of it left my brain. He was very nice and asked where I wanted him to sign. I pointed out his three themes and then he signed next to each one. It took a little while for me to recover.
Since I didn’t get a photo-op, a group of us hung out nearby waiting for those who were getting photos (a bit of a revolving door between 8 of us!) Rick Gonzales was walking by which Bre and I pointed out to Alejandra, who called out “Rick!” She had already had met him so he turned around, smiled, and then came back and gave her a hug, remembering their conversation beforehand. Before he left, he gave myself and Bre hugs even though we had never met him! We also got to witness her joy/freaking out when Rick included her picture on Instragam and responded to her on Twitter and then Stephen Amell’s response to her Mini-Felicity picture “I like hugs”. Needless to say, both days we all were on our phones enjoying the amazing responses of the fandom and cast.

The next day, we attended the Arrow cast panel and deduced that Juliana and Rick were added since two chairs appeared as we sat there (before seeing the announcement via Twitter)
It was nice to see the interactions but everyone was a little tired so the questions and answers were not as engaging as Stephen’s.
Highlights:
- favorite and funniest moment in set. Willa mentioned it was hard to choose with John Barrowman on set. Rick and Julianna took the more serious route with Rene and Zoe moments from 5x13 and Dinah’s first Canary cry. David and Willa joked that it was hard to follow that with fart jokes and Barrowman. 
- most surprising moment to read in the scripts. Katrina was shocked that Oliver and Nyssa were getting married (“we all were” said the moderator) and Willa mentioned the many times she died.
- they all did joke about the possibility of dying on the island and whether they were coming back. “We are all dead.” “It’s a dream” Rick joked about needing to find another job. David said that Stephen had read 6x01 and just kept teasing him the night before “Dude, …., you didn’t buy a house, did you?”
- they were asked about relationships on the show they would like to see. Katrina said “Nyssa and Felicity” (after mentioning wanting a flashback of Sara and Nyssa earlier), Rick mentioned Rene showing interest in Thea, Willa mentioned that relationships don’t last well in the show (although she did mention later that she would love for Thea and Roy again) which David disagreed about.
- Willa was asked if Malcolm was a good father. She hemmed and hawed since Malcolm did sacrifice himself for Thea. She did acknowledge that her love for John clouded that statement and gave a yes
- what their doppelgängers would be like on Earth 2. Rene would be a cook or baker and very friendly. Dinah would be docile and wear pink dresses. Diggle would have a green power ring which would be ironic working with Aliens since Diggle is freaked out by aliens.

I visited Willa’s table first and got her signature in Green and then a selfie. She thought it was really sweet that her theme was called “Purest Heart.” I mentioned that I almost put down the Theroy theme as well because I love it and them. She said she missed them too. Very cool.

Next was Rick who was also blown away that I had written down all the themes and that Wild Dog has his own. He asked if he could take a picture of it as well and really appreciated it. I again babbled that it appeared in 5x02 and the fight scene in 5x23 and he was kind of impressed that I noticed those details. I told him that I loved the piano theme for Rene and Zoe and am hoping it will be on the soundtrack. He mentioned that they will address Zoe and Rene in Season 6 and gave us (Sarah was with me) hugs. He also has a beautiful smile which we need to see more on the show!

We then went to Brandon Routh’s booth. Brandon looks exactly like he does on screen: tall, handsome, and smiling. Turns out that Brandon plays trumpet and piano and so actually read the music in front of him. He said the range was a little low for trumpet but I had written the French Horn range (the Atom theme is both in horns and trumpets) so we proceeded to talk about trumpet ranges. He also asked to take a picture of it. I mentioned that I enjoyed Legends and was excited to see where it goes next. He smiled and said that it was going to be pretty crazy. 

We proceeded over to Milo Ventimiglia’s booth because I am a big fan of “Gilmore Girls” and “This is us.” He is like David in that he wanted to know each person’s name and have a conversation. Plus, they both make serious and funny faces in selfies. I thanked him for the role of Jack: a good husband and father, which is rare to see on TV these days. To have both Jack and Randall on the same show as good men is a blessing and a rarity and he said he would pass that on to Sterling! We both agreed that Jack was the true Superhero because he was a real man in a world without superpowers. 

We then attended his panel and we sat two rows away from him, thanks to Sarah. He was engaging and thoughtful in his responses on the stage as he is in person. He always asked for each person’s name. He was asked about Gilmore Girls: “no, the baby is not Jess’s baby” and that he loved working with Scott Patterson - a very special pairing and relationship. He also said the newest segment was like an encore in a concert. He was asked about “This is Us” and what a good man Jack is yet still flawed and his deep love for Rebecca. He spoke of the importance of knowing everyone on the crew which he learned thanks to his first line on “Prince of Bel Air” with Will Smith who knew everyone and took a few moments to speak to him. The panel went from his favorite books to what he likes to do on his down time to how he approaches acting. All responses were beautiful, engaging and fun.

We returned to the booth areas to find out about the mini-Felicity pictures/hug video (she was dancing with Rick at that point) As the day closed, we all traveled over to Juliana’s booth (thanks to Alejandra) and we talked about the new costume which had been revealed over the Internet and how it looks awesome. We did mention something about the weather (the bare arms for a few inches) and she appeared a little surprised and admitted that didn’t occur to her! She said if she is shivering, we will know why! She thanked us and gave us all hugs.

We then went once more to Rick’s who gave Alejandra and Heidi hugs and then as he left, saw me (remembering me from earlier) and shook my hand thanking me. Very sweet man.

We finished the day by watching Wonder Woman in an incredible theater that was more like a lounge or living room (couches, bookshelves, food). A wonderful end for an amazing weekend. 

(My computer’s wifi does not work well since I moved a month ago. I did have pictures interspersed in this but Tumblr is acting weird. I did post most of them earlier however. I apologize for any weird formats from my iPad!)

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anonymous asked:

What are some stereotypes about each type that you doont agree with?

ISTJ: “No personality” The ISTJ personality description makes them sound like heartless drones that have no interesting traits or interests. However, being one of the most common personality types, you see even more variety within this type compared to others. I’ve met ISTJ’s that tell fart jokes, ISTJ’s that can be extremely emotionally needy, ISTJ’s that are extremely sweet and funny, etc. Their propensity to value structure, tradition, logic, etc. makes up a very small part of how they come across as people. 

ISFJ: “Pushover” ISFJ’s are naturally inclined to help those around them, so they tend to give into requests that have to do with chores/helpful tasks/comforting those around them. However, the pushover label absolutely does not apply to the ISFJ’s personal values. The ISFJ’s I have met have all been very in tune to what they think is right and wrong and have set standards of behavior that they really won’t compromise on. You won’t get an ISFJ to drink underage, for example, if it’s against their values, no matter how much you pressure them. 

INFJ: “Extreme dislike of conflict” INFJs’ auxiliary function is Fe, meaning they tend to seek out harmony, attempt to please those around them, and generally dislike criticism or conflict. However, people often forget that an INFJ’s first function is actually Ni. This means that INFJ’s are more likely to pursue truth over harmony, and are not as inclined to preserve harmony as an Fe dominant would be. The INFJ’s I know can be extremely vehement in standing up for their beliefs and pointing out inconsistencies, and can sometimes even enjoy arguing for the logical interest (Ti) it provides them. 

INTJ: “Asshole” INTJs’ confidence in their own abilities and occasional low tolerance for others can make them come across as asocial, cocky; for lack of a better work, assholes. However, in my experience, well developed, healthy INTJ’s know how to soften their demeanor in order to communicate their ideas and interact with others in a healthy way. Some INTJ’s I know are some of the sweetest people, who know how to interact with others in a very healthy way. 

ISTP: “Isolated loner” Although ISTP’s can be very independent, and especially like to be able to see themselves as competent outside of the help of others, they don’t tend to be as isolated as stereotypes portray them as. Often they’re very funny, quirky, witty, likable, and like interacting with and being around others (although like all introverts, they do require some time alone). 

ISFP: “Artistic sensitive fairy” I think Fi as a function is generally misunderstood. People expect Fi dominants to come across as very sensitive, fragile, or warm, whereas they actually tend to come across as rather blunt, serious, and almost uncaring when you first get to know them. In addition, I think the artistic stereotype, while sometimes true, isn’t true for all ISFP’s. 

INFP: “Constantly crying” From my personal observation, INFP’s tend to be the most inaccurately stereotyped out of all the Myers Briggs types. If you’ve ever met an INFP, they don’t come across as overemotional or soft.  Their deeply held values and emotions make them approach life with a defined and serious direction, but these make them come across as outwardly serious, no-nonsense, and basically the opposite of the overemotional and cuddly stereotype. Their emotions tend to be processed inwardly.

INTP: “Socially awkward” INTP’s probably aren’t the best type in knowing how to deal with others’ emotions or give advice on an problem that is based in feelings or interpersonal relations. However, this doesn’t mean that they are as socially inept as they are usually stereotyped as. The INTP I know is extremely popular and well liked by a wide variety of people; his inferior Fe doesn’t mean that he’s any less likable than other types. 

ESTP: “Do whatever they want” The ESTP’s desire to live in the moment can mean that they often act on their impulses, fulfilling the “YOLO” standard of action. However, this doesn’t mean that they are unable to filter their choices to fit social standards, own personal logic, etc. The ESTP’s tertiary function, Fe, means that they are in tune to how others’ around them react to their choices and feel bad if they end up hurting or offending someone else. 

ESFP: “Always want to be the center of attention” The ESFP’s primary function is the one that often gets the majority of the attention on Myers Briggs forums, giving them the stereotype that they are extremely materialistic, live in the moment, are in a state of constant partying, and always want the attention on them. However, I think that their auxiliary function is often overlooked; ESFP’s also want some down time to privately process their feelings on things, values, etc. In addition, they can be very good at supporting others and just wanting to follow others/go with the flow instead of needing to be the one calling the shots.

ENFP: “Brains are full of fluff and rainbows” ENFP’s get stereotyped a lot for being unrealistic with their heads in the clouds, constantly optimistic and thinking about happy and lighthearted things. Actually, some of the best critical thinkers and serious students I know are ENFP’s. In addition, I think their Fi makes them gravitate towards topics of justice and much more serious issues than they are usually portrayed as caring about. 

ENTP: “Argue against anything you say” ENTP’s are often stereotyped for attacking anything you say and initiating needless debate in any conversation they are in. While I think that ENTP’s like the discussion of ideas and banter, I haven’t found this stereotype to be exactly true. Instead, ENTP’s are often interested in understanding and incorporating whatever viewpoint you bring up. Even if it differs from their original point, they see the merit in differences and rarely shoot down something you say without considering it first. 

ESTJ: “No fun” Just like ISTJ’s, ESTJ’s often get stereotyped for being extremely boring and one-dimensional rule followers with no other aspects of their personality. And, like ISTJ’s, ESTJ’s are actually an extremely common type that have a lot of variation. In addition, most ESTJ’s with a developed Ne can often be spontaneous, exciting, come up with new ideas, etc. that their stereotypes do not portray them as. 

ESFJ: “Need everyone to like them” ESFJ’s like to feel supported and loved by their peers, and enjoy helping those around them in any way they can. They will generally try to cater their behavior to please those around them. However, ESFJ’s can abandon this in certain situations. With people that are unkind or rude to others (especially those that the ESFJ cares about) they will have absolutely no problem being extremely vicious in defending those that they care about and they will not place any value on what the other person thinks of them. 

ENFJ: “Fake and manipulative” While I think that ENFJ’s are able, more so than any other type, to manipulate and lie very well, they rarely do. Usually their moral uprightness means that they dislike manipulating those around them, and will avoid it if they can. Instead, they will cater their personality to fit those around them but it is aimed at making those around them happy and comfortable, and not for their own gain. 

ENTJ: “Heartless dictators” I think ENTJ’s get stereotyped a lot as being impersonal and inwardly unemotional, and I haven’t found either of those to be true. Outwardly, ENTJ’s are often very popular, very fun, and well-liked around their friends or peers, although they can also put on a serious face when necessary. In addition, they tend to care a lot about their causes or projects, although they will translate that devotion into hard work and logical manifestations over emotion. 

The Charity Heist (AU) - Part 2

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Summary: Dean x Reader - The reader and Winchesters’ heist group gets a new case that forces Dean and her to spend a bit of quality alone time. 

(Con man AU inspired by Leverage)

Word Count: 3279

Triggers: Language, as with all my fics and hints at some dirty daydreams.

Part 1 Part 3

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It was finally the night of the party. Or as you liked to call it, time to kick start the case and steal some money from some bad guys. Your little group was geared up and ready to enter the belly of the beast. 

All dressed in your finest clothes like you were fucking Cinderella and friends at the ball. If Cinderella had earpieces, button cams and guns…  And the closest you came to a fairy godmother was Bobby, who probably wouldn’t like you calling him your fairy godmother though you felt indebted to him for letting you stay in their little group.

Ok, so you were nothing like Cinderella… Your dresses were nowhere near as shiny and poofy.

You had opted for sleek, short(ish) and black whilst Charlie was in a stunning red dress that you’d helped her pick out. The boys, well the boys were sadly not in dresses, but in their usual high end tuxedos used for cons of this type. Lucky bastards even had flat shoes on. Damn how you hated the dressy undercover missions. You were much more comfortable in sneakers, infiltration clothes, and harnesses than stilettos, push up bras, and cocktail dresses.

“Are you ready?” Dean’s voice echoed as it reached you both directly and in your earpiece. His green eyes rested on you and you could feel the heat of the large hand that was softly resting on your lower back,  but you knew he wasn’t really speaking to you.

No, the question, that you still pretended to answer with a nod in case someone noticed, was meant for the younger of the Winchester brothers, situated across the street in the apartment you’d rented only days earlier to use as your base of operation for the night. Dean’s eyes only betraying that fact with a small, nearly missable glance to the side, in the direction away from the glitz and the glamour that was drawing the eyes of the crowd around you.

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Tent

found this a while ago on another page that’s since been deleted


The only thing I could think of was how much I hated egg
salad. But at that precise moment, I’d have eaten a raft of the
fucking things rather than be in the spot I was in.
I felt and heard the zipper close again, and Matt’s
maniacal cackle. Then the stench hit, hard. Rotten eggs. Old egg
salad. My eyes watered, my lungs burned with a sulphuric
afterglow. I fucking hate egg salad.
“That one was particularly bad,” Matt laughed. “I’m rather
proud of that one.”
I struggled, but as I did the rope grew tighter around my
wrist and I used up more air, rotten air, fart-tainted air. The
nylon of the sleeping bag stuck to my sweaty face and I could
barely breathe, and what I could breathe I didn’t want to.
“Getting stuffy in there?” he asked.
The bag unzipped. I felt Matt’s giant ass engulf my face,
he pulled the fabric of his tight gym shorts aside and my nose was
prisoner of his soggy
shit chute again.
“Ahhhhhhhh….” he sighed, as the murky mist from his
fluttering ass valve enveloped me.
“SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssssssssss…..” it
came, long and slow and hot, the latter half of the first blast
waning into a sibilant sizzle before picking up to a trumpet
blast on the follow through.
“….sssssssssssssssssBLATTTTTTTTTTT!!!”
He was off me and zipped up the mummy bag tight around me
again. Dank darkness engulfed me. The stench made me sneeze as I
felt his ass oil drip down the back of my throat. I tried not to
breathe, but I had to. Fucking egg salad.
Just two days before, all was right in my world. I’d pulled
into the camping site in New Hampshire late Friday happy to be
away from a shitty job, a bitchy girlfriend, a nosey family, the
whole ball of dysfunctional wax. This place would be perfect, an
escape until Sunday morning or afternoon, just to get the f***
away from everything and everyone.
It wasn’t a popular campground, I found out, too far into
the woods to be accessible to families with screaming children.
But it was perfect for me. My site was hundreds of yards from the
next site, and that wasn’t taken. So I pitched my tent, got
hunkered down and late that afternoon, as the sun set through a
maze of stately pines, I took off for a walk around the
campground.
That’s when I saw Matt, though I didn’t know his name
at the time. . Powerlifter, I thought, this guy had to be a
powerlifter.
I hugged a thick pine and peeked around it as he pitched his
tent. He was alone, I watched as he easily hoisted heavy
bags out of his Ford pick up truck. he had Short brown hair
and wore a tight white t-shirt and
very tight black shorts, the clingy spandex type that
were so snug around his oaken thighs it seemed they’d either cut
off his leg circulation or shred in the effort.
He was bending over to drive stakes into the ground for
the tent when it happened. His giant ass cheeks, hard and
muscular and thick, fluttered in pre-blast and then he unloaded
a mammoth fart, a thrumbler, one I damn near felt split in a hot-
air blast around the tree I was hiding behind. He laughed to
himself and kept hammering.
“Fucking truck stop food does it every time,” he said.
BOOM! Another fart, then another. And even though I was a
good 20 feet away, I could smell it, that rotten egg aroma, and
it was sickening me. ‘Great,’ I thought to myself, 'how the f***
do I get out of here now without being spotted by this fart
machine.’
I slowly walked away,
backwards, watching him continue to hammer the stakes. I was
about 30 yards down the campground road, totally out of his sight
now, when I heard thundering footsteps and whirled around, fully
expecting to see a charging black bear roaring at me. I was
close. It was that guy, thighs slamming into quivering motion
as he raced toward me, thick arms pumping. I froze, couldn’t
move, and it didn’t matter much. he was on me in seconds, he
was that quick for a big guy. he launched himself from a good
10 feet away, legs wide open. His black spandexed crotch crashed
into my face and I felt the twin oaks of his thighs slam shut
around my head as we both slammed to the earth. he was on his
side now, leaning up on one arm, pulling the back of my head with
the other hand, smothering my face into his cheesy crotch as
those insanely huge thighs chewed my head.
he was speaking, but I couldn’t hear a thing with ears so
full of thighs so big. I madly tapped his legs in submission but
he squeezed harder. I grabbed at them and tried to pull them
apart. he let up just enough for me to hear.
“I said there’s no way you’re pulling these babies apart,”
he growled, glaring down into my red face. “My thighs are 33
inches around, my calves 22, so forget it. You’re just what I
needed right now, this weekend. I have a lot of stress to work
out and you’re gonna be my relief!!!”
Just before I felt his iron adductors lace into my neck and
shut down my blood to the brain to knock me out, I got my first
whiff of cheese, rank and, naturally, egg salad smelling as I felt
his thighs quiver and heard, through the conduit of his massive
upper legs, a whoosh of air leave his gargantuan ass and flood up
between his scissored limbs to wash over my face. Mercifully, I
went to sleep.
But then, damn the luck, I woke up. My hands were bound to
my sides, I was sitting against a tree watching Matt work to
build a roaring fire. It was a warm night anyway, and the glow
from the fire was making me sweat. he saw me wake up and walked
over to me, sitting down on a log before me, “Yeah, you’ll have a
headache for awhile, all my scissor
victims do,” he said. “But you’ll have a worse fart hangover by
the time your stint is up. I just love enforced fart slavery,
making a man eat my farts, smell them, be one with them. Mmm….”
he spread his big legs and rubbed his dick through his
shorts. I sat, open mouthed, until I snapped out of it, angry.
“Stint?” I asked. “What do you mean? Please, man, just let
me go, I won’t bother you, I just came up here to get away for
awhile.”
he smiled. “It’s not 'man,’ it’s 'Matt.’ Well, to my
friends it is. You call me 'Master Matt’. Got it?”
“What?” I asked, outraged. “f*** you, man, you let me go
and that’s that. I’m outta here.”
Matt smiled and stood up.
“It’s gonna be a long weekend, little man,” he said, hands
on wide hips. “So what don’t we get started?”
he put a huge pot of beans and franks over the fire and
bubbled it up nicely before spooning out a large dish for
himself, sitting cross legged on the ground before me to gobble
it up. he held some out for me but I turned my head.
“Suit yourself, but trust me, you’ll get hungry,” he
shrugged.
A look came over his face, a warm look of satisfaction and
anticipation.
“Mmmmm, that didn’t take long,” he sighed.
he got down on his knees before me, wiggling his huge, hard ass
at me. he hiked up his shorts even higher, thick ribs of thigh
meat oozing out the leg holes and revealing a swollen arc of ass
meat. He reached back and kneaded his big cheeks through the
tight black shorts

“Any second now…oh, yeah, here it comes!!!”
he scooted back until his big thighs straddled my body as
it leaned against the tree, and his huge ass was just below my
face. The skies opened, or more accurately, his asscheeks did and
a huge wave of foul, fetid hot air exploded in a crackling
crescendo out of his rump to blast into my chest and wash up over
my face. The stench was overwhelming, it was beyond rotten eggs,
it was inhuman and it was right there, at me, I couldn’t avoid
it. I screamed and twisted my head from side to side to try
catching a snatch of fresh air that might be left in the wake of
her deadly ass blaster.
“Uh-uh, no you don’t…and in you go!” Matt growled.
he leaned forward and then sprang back off his hands, his
thighs wrapping around the tree trunk - and my head - to capture
my face deep in the muffocating confines of his cheesy, stanky
ass. My nose was pressed right into the still-sputtering ring of
his asshole which I could feel through his tight shorts. His giant
thighs crushed my ears and her huge calves locked behind the
tree. It was a bizarre sight, or would’ve been to anyone walking
by, which wasn’t likely at this hour or location: as he crouched on
his hands, facing the ground, gluing his huge
ass to a bound man’s face as he leans against a tree, ripping
blast after blast of thick, juicy fart waves into his nose and
mouth. My face was dripping with sweat, which only served to hold
the lingering stinky molecules being constantly blupped from his
stinky ass to my skin. he was a non-stop fart machine, oohing and
aahhing as he went, undulating his thick rump on my face,
blistering it with endless ass emissions of the most acidic, foul
kind, burning my nasal passages and filling my head and lungs
with the most acrid stench imagineable.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, I passed out. I awoke
sweaty and humid inside a mummy sleeping bag, the type Everest
climbers use, the type good to like 30 below zero. And this was a
warm August night.
“Welcome back,” I heard Matt say. I struggled and found my
hands still bound.
“You were out for awhile, so I let you sleep while I
cleaned up and got us ready for bed,” he said, coming into my
field of vision in the small, two-man tent. he was on his knees,
now stripped down to tight white briefs, still wearing
those short socks and boots. he had the biggest, hardest pair of
asscheeks I’d ever seen. Matt’s gigantic white ass was a sculpted
work of fleshy art,
thick pads of rump meat that twitched in muscle as he moved. and I
remembered the foul cave
that lurked between them.
“Oh, and I finished those beans,” he giggled, straddling
my chest as my head stuck out of the tightly zipped mummy bag.
“Just thought you’d like to know.”

What it's like to have a colonoscopy

For many, the concept of a colonoscopy is hilariously degrading. My husband’s best friend had one once before we knew each other, and they loved to joke about the personally violating anal probe. I don’t even know where to start with them on that, but I’d bet you could ask Joe now about colonoscopies and his opinion would be a little bit less humorous. You know, I’m inclined to laugh about it, but not in a South Park-aliens-anal-probe kind of way. I’ll put the rest of this blog, including the results and “what this means” under the link below. 

My intention is to make others feel comfortable with the concept of a colonoscopy. I’ve had four to date, and they want people with my age and condition to have one every year. If anyone comes across this on Tumblr, feel free to send me a message with questions.

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Betrothed (chapter 1)

The air was heavy and oppressive with the mist that covered the river Styx; the black gondola cutting through the glass-still water like a knife. The ripples bobbed to the shore and disappeared quickly, the water returning to its still state. Not much moved here, even the insects refused to venture this far. That was the way of things here. Quiet, dark, and obedient.

The boatman who carried the souls of those who had died to this dark place had finally delivered his last two, and was ready to report back to his master. Tying off his vessel, the black shrouded man followed the worn path, descending even deeper into the darkness. He was a large and powerful man, but even he knew better than to trifle with his master. The being that ruled the underworld was unpredeictable and volatile; being stoic one moment and explosive the next. The boatman had long since bore the brunt of his masters temper, and knew his triggers well enough. So when he entered the master’s chamber, he was surprised to see him looking with quiet, intense interest into the looking bowl.

The master didn’t even seem to notice him, until his baritone voice called him, “Nappa, come here.”

Nappa swallowed; it made him nervous to hear his birth name used. He ducked his head and came to stand beside the ruler of the underworld, “Master?” He asked.

The smaller man didn’t bother looking at him, black eyes still staring intently into the glowing bowl of water, “What do you see?”

Nappa peered over his masters shoulder armor into the ripples. There was a woman. She was beautiful, almost obscenely so. Even other deities Nappa had come across couldn’t compare. Her long hair was an unusual shade of aqua, and her large eyes matched the blue of her loosely curled locks. The curves on her body would make any woman’s teeth clench with envy; the black off the shoulder blouse and red pencil skirt clinging to her. She was standing before a large crowd of people, pointing at figures on a wall. This woman was holding everyone’s attention; surely she was a ruler in her own right.

“Do you see her?” His master asked.

“Yes, my King.”

“What do you think?”

Nappa swallowed. What did he think? He thought it would be nice to bend the woman over, but knew to say such a thing about a female his ruler was looking at was not the smartest idea. He went with a smarter response, “She is attractive. Why do you ask sir?”

“…I want her.”

Nappa bowed slightly, “Any female would be happy to have you; but, she’s a human. Don’t you think that-”

The ruler, though smaller than the boatman grabbed him by the front of his robes, dragging his face down close to his, “I said, I want her. Send Raditz to retrieve her for me.”

Nappa felt the sweat bead on his forehead, “Y-yes sir.”

“Good.” The boatman was released abruptly, causing him to fall backwards a few steps, “Leave me now. Fetch him. Tell him to bring her to me immediately.”

“Y-yes sir.” Nappa bowed far more times than necessary and walked quickly towards the cave opening, leaving his master to watch his back as he retreaded towards his boat.

Left in silence once again, Vegeta, lord of the Underworld looked back at the woman in the looking bowl. and smirked. She had concluded speaking to riotous applause, and her picture with a name had appeared on the wall behind her.

Bulma Briefs.

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It had taken Bulma some time to leave the theater, each and every member of the scientific community wanting to shake her hand on the way out; a few even offering her marriage proposals. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the attention, but it was tiring and irksome. Not to mention she’d already used up an entire bottle of hand sanitizer and smelled like a doctors office.

She walked down the hall towards the parking garage, her black and red Louis Vuitton heels clacking loudly on the tiled floor. Her presentation had gone as well as could be expected; her theory on the mechanics of possible time travel was as of now undisputed and revolutionary. She’d been quick to patent it and was happy she did. No doubt that by tomorrow the three rival companies to Capsule Corp. would be challenging her with authenticity claims. She was ready for them. It was often challenging being the female head of a large science firm, but Bulma was cut throat and not afraid to play dirty.

The electronic doors to the garage slid open, and Bulma reached into her purse to retrieve her keys-

There was a heavily muscled man leaning against her red sports car.

She froze, keys in hand. The feeling of being torn between fear and ogling him openly waging war against one another.

His black hair was long and wild, hanging down his back almost to his knees. Large arms were crossed against his broad expanse of chest dressed in a plain white t shirt and the thighs straining against his jeans looked like they could crush watermelons. The man raised his raybans at her and smiled, “Hey! This is a gorgeous car! I wanted to see who owned it!”

Bulma hesitated, he looked friendly enough, “Oh, thanks. Um, it’s a Porsche.”

“I knew that!” He laughed, “I love sports cars. I figured the person owning it was one of those old farts at the conference today. I didn’t expect it to be a hot babe like you.”

Smiling in spite of herself, Bulma twirled the keys around her fingers, “PFT. Those crinkly old scrotums wouldn’t even know what to do with this baby.”

The man snorted, grinning, “Pretty girl, I like you! What’s your name?”

“Bulma, what’s yours?”

“Raditz,” The large man grinned, flashing his teeth, “I don’t mean to sound forward, but want to give me a ride? This thing looks fast and we can go grab something to eat? Lets leave these old farts in our dust.”

“Sure!” Bulma chirped, rushing forward. It wasn’t often a younger, handsome man like this paid her attention. It was usually someone much older…with a lot less hair. As she came nearer to him though, a sudden feeling of dread washed over her, an indescribable heaviness that caused her to stop a few paces in front of him.

Raditz blinked, pushing his sunglasses on top of his head, “You okay? What’s the matter?”

This man… he was, just off somehow? Bulma couldn’t place her finger on what exactly was bothering her. Raditz spoke like she would expect a man his age to talk, and looked normal; handsome even. Bulma was usually pretty good at picking out dirtbags because she’d dated several. So, what was it?

Raditz’s thick eyebrows knitted together, concerned, “Aw hey, I’m really sorry. I came off too strong didn’t I? Geeze, I must look like such a jerk. I have my own car… if you’d be more comfortable I could drive myself? I meant lunch to be my treat.”

Bulma wanted to feel comfortable, she really did. So she plastered on her best fake smile and said, “Yeah, let’s do that.”

The long-haired man in front of her grinned, “Aw hey that’s great! Thank you for not shooting me down! I’ll just go get my car, I parked one level up-”

The feeling itching at the back of her brain erupted, and Bulma once again felt her heart sink, “How did you get in here?”

Raditz blinked, all innocence and confusion, “What do you mean? I drove in.”

“No,” Bulma said firmly, “You need a special key card to get in here. It was only given to the people attending the conference. I didn’t see you while I was presenting, you’re hard to miss. You aren’t supposed to be here-”

A large hand covered her mouth from behind, and Raditz’s once kind voice now whispered menacingly in her ear, “Listen, you’re coming with me. If you don’t listen, I’m gonna break your pretty, little neck. I’ll get a load of shit for it, but it might just be worth it.”

Heart pounding furiously in her chest Bulma attempted to struggle and break free, but Raditz’s arms were like steel. What had she gotten into? How had he gotten behind her when he was right in front of her face only seconds ago? Why had no one come into the parking garage? The questions whirling in her head were making her feel panicked. She’d taken self defense courses a few years ago, but all of those memories went flying out the window.

In spite of how tightly he was holding onto her, Raditz wasn’t actually hurting her. He chuckled, “Pretty girl, you’re in for a rude awakening.” His large hand moved from her mouth to cover her eyes, and suddenly Bulma slipped into unconsciousness.

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Hi there my lovelies! I couldn’t hold in my excitement anymore! I adore all of you to bits and pieces, so I’m releasing chapter one here first before it goes on ff.net!!

I’d love to give extreme thanks and gratitude to @dragondancer28 and @itsmandymo for their support on this fic. Guys, you are the best!!

I hope you all like my newest story!

XOXO

Urahara's school of thought VS Aizen's

I’ve gotten a lot of very interesting asks over the past few hours about my thoughts on the whole Hōgyoku deal, so first off, thank you all for the highly interesting conversation <3

The post you’re about to read was meant to be an extension of my story notes when I reached the SS arc part, but I figured since people were interested in my thoughts, I might as well share it now.  I think it might clear up a few things as to why I tend to think Kisuke wouldn’t prefer a convoluted plan.

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This started out as an explanation as to how I was going to handle Kisuke’s Hōgyoku plan in my story, but quickly devolved into yet another comparison between Aizen and Urahara, so without further ado, here are my ramblings on:

THE BRILLIANCE OF SIMPLICITY

AKA Urahara’s school of thought VS Aizen’s

AKA Why I think Aizen’s ‘Just as planned’ spiel, while hilarious and groan-worthy, actually fits his character perfectly

AKA I get the feeling I’m being meta-trolled by Kubo for seeing connections where there are none, but whatever, THIS IS FANDOM

AKA Seriously, though, am I giving him too much credit?

AKA THIS IS THE R=U THEORY FROM FF8 ALL OVER AGAIN, WHY BRAIN, WHY

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I keep seeing people getting baffled at best and annoyed at worst by how Kaylie acted last episode and I’m starting to feel like there’s a hidden camera somewhere and I’m being punked or something, because that is… that is not exactly a subtle or complicated character choice there, that seems like a very very very easy to understand and extremely believable response.

I definitely don’t wanna rag on folks who have trouble with sympathy/empathy (especially when it comes to fictional characters!), because that can be an excruciatingly hard thing to learn for all sorts of reasons, and I guess this stuff can also get easier to contextualize with life experience, and there are always nights where you have a bit of a brain fart and it takes a second to clue into what’s going on, but I’m a little disturbed when that sympathy/empathy becomes hyper-selective and entirely focused on the woobified dude of the week. I just—and this is probably unfairly hyperbolic—worry that these folks are so stuck inside their own heads that they go out into the world with these impregnable walls around their sense of sympathy/empathy for anyone who doesn’t fit a very narrow range of behaviors that they have personally experienced or decided to find laudable in media.

One of the things I really appreciate about this show is that, much as it occasionally leans a little on a familiar sort of artificial narrative structure, the relationships between the characters really do have an unusual depth and maturity (…it feels so weird to say this about a D&D game) because there are real people at the helm of each and every one of them. 

Nobody’s content with being shuffled off into a two-dimensional stereotype because nobody wants to spend four hours a week for years at a time completely dedicated to playing out somebody else’s understanding of their character, so there’s all these amazing sort of ping! moments where somebody’s preconceived character arc ricochets off the honest-to-goodness real person sitting across the table from them (Scanlan’s proposal was a great example of this). It takes two to tango, and having to keep both sides on board—not just for romance, but for friendship or rivalry or conflict—means everyone’s putting in a huge amount of effort to make things feel realistic, to communicate. And sometimes those ping! moments happen when there’s a ricochet off the fandom-composite versions of these characters.

From where I’m sitting, Matt’s great strength as a DM is his empathy; he clearly has a real feeling of responsibility toward the story he’s telling and the characters he’s building, and he’s extremely good at nudging his players from time to time to remind them that they don’t have to go the easy route just because it’s the way a story like this would normally go. Kaylie’s not gonna wholeheartedly support her father with no reservations whatsoever, she’s not gonna go through this without having to wrestle with a hell of a lot of resentment and ambiguity, because any other choice for a character like that would be dishonest and over-simplified and would show a complete lack of empathy for people who really do experience those mixed-up feelings of betrayal and hatred and worry and rage even in the worst possible moment.

It frustrates me sometimes that the very thing that makes this show so astonishing—its dedication to, and I can’t stress enough how weird this is to say, mature and careful characterization over adherence to easy narrative tropes—is also what’s been fueling so many complaints in the fandom.

Peter Pan Imagine: School Sucks, Fly Away With Me

Requested by @ajdolphin19 “Well hi there, can you please do an imagine where the reader is studying for exams and Peter pan takes her to Neverland please? A pairing would be nice there, but you don’t have to. Thanks friend!! 😁❤" 

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 I would love for that imagine I requested to actually happen to me that’s why I requested it.. I’m so stressed out (that’d be funny if I’m the imagine the reader got pissed off at the boys) I love your stuff bud! 😆😀 ((Please excuse the lack of spacing, I’m tryibg to fix the problem!)) 

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 "Why can’t I just stop studying for once?!” You screamed out loud, slapping a hand over your mouth as you realised how loud you had screamed it.

You were tired; extremely, super, crazy tired. Your eyes were bloodshot from stress, deeply contrasting against the dark purple bags beneath them. Your fingers ached from all the note taking and computer typing, causing you to try and crack them every five seconds. 

 You rubbed your temples, one hand creeping down to shakily grab your cup of whatever caffeinated drink you had put in it this time; you were honestly too tired to remember. Today had been way more stressful than you expected, making you wish you could run away and never come back.

 For one, you had to study for a butt load of exams that your teachers were shoving down your throat, and that was just the beginning of it all. Today had also one of those days where you felt like you weren’t important; like nobody would care if you just disappeared into thin air.

 All day you had been interrupted by everybody, every comment of yours being disregarded as stupid. You had been neglected by your friends, and even though you knew it was probably because they were as stressed as you were, a part of you felt like you had done something wrong to them, even when you knew you hadn’t. 

 To make matters even WORSE, you had face planted on the way to class, leaving a huge bruise on the side of your jaw. You had to run into the bathroom before class started and pile makeup on top of it, leaving only a little bit of puffiness that could only be seen if you were looking. 

 You knew it was only a matter of time before you broke down, but had managed to make it home before it happened. The minute you opened the front door, tears had started to fall from your eyes like a waterfall, and you hadn’t stopped since.

 Your cheeks were blotted with a bit of red, and were puffy due to the stray tears that leaked from your eyes. You sniffled a few times, feeling a new wave of salty water run down your cheeks. 

Seeing no reason to keep in your feelings, you opened your mouth to let out a squeaky sob. You wiped your eyes and then brought them up to run them through your hair. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you pulled a blanket that sat on the arm of the couch and splayed it on top of you. After untangling the folded blanket, you grudgingly set back to work on studying. 

Even though your brain felt like it would burst any second, you pushed yourself further to pack more into your head. 

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 You shivered a bit, pausing your typing to pull your blanket tighter to you. You could feel a cold draft wafting to you, so you looked up. 

You had apparently left the window open. You didn’t bother to get up and close it, heck, you barely had enough energy to keep your eyes open at this point. You just stared at the space between the windowsill and the glass, wishing it would just suck you out and away from your boring and hard responsibilities.

 Closing your eyes, you felt a lot like an old man did when they say they’re just “resting their eyes.”

 Inside you knew that the switch that kept you awake was practically begging for you to turn it off. You were ready to climb into your blankets and drift off to sleep surrounded by pillows, but you knew you couldn’t. Your body was telling you to sleep, but your brain was screaming at you to keep studying. 

 Only when you started hearing creaking floorboards and the sound of breathing did you know you needed to rest up. They were barely audible, but your house was so quiet that you wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d heard a mouse fart. 

 You knew that when you started to hear things that weren’t actually there, it was time to gulp down a dose of well needed sleep. 

 "I’m so tired I’m hearing noises…and talking to myself,“ you mumbled, deciding to shut off your computer for the night. 

After closing your multiple books, you stretched your arms to the ceiling. Several pops sounded throughout your dark living room, making you laugh a little bit at the noise. 

 You were too tired to walk back to bed, so you just grabbed another blanket from behind you and layed it on top of the other one. 

The only sound to stop the dull ringing noise in your ears was the lullaby of cars passing by; the ones that pass by when it’s dark, when you couldn’t even dream of being out so late. Those cars were the ones you always wondered about. They made you curious; where were they going that was so important they had to drive through the night to get to?

 Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep with these thoughts whirling in your head. They were likely to be forgotten when you woke up, but for now they were what you needed to think about to get to sleep; they distracted you from all the stress that came from the exams.

 ———————-

 You awoke maybe an hour or so later to the sound of what you though might have been a pile of books falling over. The noise echoed through your lonely house. 

 Once the loud noise finally stopped ringing in your ears and you had time to slow your breathing, you reached down and pulled you blankets tighter to you. Your eyes were drooping with sleep as you opened them, not ready to awaken just yet.

 Your eyes lazily scanned the room around you, finding nothing but darkness surrounding more darkness.

 You shrugged, thinking that it was probably just part of your dream, but before you could turn over, you felt a hand on your waist. It pinned down your stomach and covered your mouth with another hand, giving you no chance to scream. 

 "Shhh!” It hushed you, sending you into a fit of hollering and yelping. 

 This was without a doubt the worst position you could be in. You were laying half asleep, with your only protection being a couple thin blankets. You were screwed.

 "Do you not know the meaning of ‘shhh’?“ It asked sassily in a British accent. 

You screamed louder, praying somebody would hear your cries for help. If you were going down, it wasn’t going to be without a fight. 

 You kicked the figure away from you with your foot. It, or should you say he, grunted in displeasure, falling back and landing on the ground with a thump. 

"What the Hell?!” You screamed loudly, jumping off of the couch and grabbing the closest thing to you. That closest thing just so happened to be your math book. 

 You clicked on the lamp on the side table, spreading light throughout the room. You squinted, your eyes focusing themselves slowly on the target you had your book aimed at.

 Your assumptions were right that it was a boy, but you hadn’t expected it to be such a handsome boy. He had floppy dirty blonde hair, good eyebrows, and a vicious glare set on his features. 

The thing that stuck out the most to you was probably the outfit he was wearing. He stood up and dusted off his clothes as if he had fallen in dirt. He was cloaked in practically all green, even his eyes were green. The clothes weren’t made by a clothing store, however, but looked hand made. 

 "W-Who are y-you?“ You questioned, holding back your book as a threat in case he decided to strike again. You gave him a "mean” look, squinting your baggy eyes and pulling your lip up into a sneer. “

Me?”

 You gave him a 'duh’ look, seeing he was the only other person in the room with you other than your fish. 

 "Oh! I’m Peter Pan, and I’m here to take you where you’ll never feel lonely again; to Neverland.“

 "You aren’t taking me anywhere.” You deadpanned, backing up to further the distance between you. 

 He stepped towards you, slowly as to not freak you out any more than you were. You continued to step back until you tripped over a pile of clothes, falling onto your butt. 

 "Back up!“ You shouted, "or-or I’ll hit you with a two ton math book! I will!" 

The cocky boy tilted his head sideways, raising his eyebrow as you held the book higher above your head. You were ready to throw it at him if you had to, and he knew that. 

 "Hey, hey, look I’m not here to harm you. In fact, I’m here to quite the opposite.” He said gently, kneeling down to see you face to face.

 You stared right back at him, still holding your book up just in case. His face held more of a gentle demeanor now, his hard eyes softening a bit when he realized how scared you were, and how you were trying to hide said fear.

 "H-How did you get in?“

 "The window…” he hesitantly replied, waiting for your reaction. 

 You studied him for a few minutes, searching for any sign that he was going to hurt you. 

You saw nothing harmful until you looked down towards his belt; there hung a rather large looking dagger, staring right back at you with a glint shining from its metal. 

 You discretely scooted further back as his gaze followed your own. He looked back at you as he pulled it from his harness. You hid your head between your knees, curling into a fetal postion where you sat.

 You thought in that moment that he was going to kill you, that he was going to slice you in half and leave the knife stuck.

 "No, look back up.“ He commanded you, wanting to make sure you saw him do what he was about to do. 

You hesitantly did as he said, watched as he threw the knife away from the two of you, landing with a clink against the wood floor. An audible breath of relief left your chest. 

 He slowly reached down and grabbed your arms and unwrapped them from around your knees. He stood up, pulling you with him to offer help. 

 "You don’t have any other weapons, do you?” You asked, looking up at him to meet his eyes. 

 He chuckled and shook his head, “Not here, at least.”

 You gave him an uncertain glance, “What do you mean 'not here’?”

 "Why don’t we find out?“

 You were about to reply, when he pulled you over to the window and tried to drag you out. You dug you heels into the floor, making him pause and glance back at you. 

 "Are you kidding me? We’ll die if we jump from here!”

 He smirked, “ That’s unlikely, darling." 

He tugged a bit, you still relentless in your struggles. Rolling his eyes, he sent you a ferocious glare. It made you raise your eyebrows, but it didn’t make you loosen your grip on the windowsill.

He growled, marching towards you and picking you up off of your feet. With you shouting in his grasp, he flew out your window and started flying upwards.  

"Holy shit! No, let me go! Put me down!”

 "Let you go, eh?“ 

 “You and I both know that’s not what I meant! Take me back!" 

 "But that’s what you said!" 

 You shook your head and held him tighter as he continued to fligh higher, hiding your face in his shoulder. He put his other arm around you, rubbing your back soothingly as your breath quickened by the minute. 

 "Not a fan of heights I see…" 

 You didn’t respond, shaking your head and hugging him even tighter (if that was possible.)

 "Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon.”

 ———————-

 It felt like an eternity before gravity finally kicked in and you felt Peter Pan hit solid ground. 

Your legs were wobbly, much like they feel right after you get out of the pool and still feel like the water is lapping against them. He set you down, not even affected by the long flight. 

Meanwhile, you stumbled around like a deer caught in headlights. Your head was whirling with amazement, and extreme confusion as to how he was able to actually defy gravity and fly. 

 "How did you do that?“ You asked quietly, looking him up and down with wide eyes. 

 You walked to him, hesitantly, before lifting both arms and examining them. 

"No wings…” you concluded. 

 You walked around to face his back and patted it down with your hands. 

 "No hidden jet pack…h-how?“ 

 He chuckled, grabbing your arm and swinging you around so that you were once again facing his front side, "Magic!”

 "Magic?“ 

You laughed, "Okay! Sure, whatever you say!”

 You continued laughing as he glared at you with serious eyes.

“Do you not believe me?" 

 "Oh, no! I DEFINITELY believe you, definitely.” You sassed, your true colors exposing themselves to the boy; your true colors were sarcasm, and everyone that knew you knew that. 

 "I think you might be a little unsure still. Why don’t you let me show you that magic IS real?“ 

 "No, that won’t be necessary. I TOTALLY believe you." 

 He raised an eyebrow, walking close and grabbing your hands in his. You tried to pull away from him, but he expected this and grabbed them tighter.

A green mist started to surround you, causing you to whip your head around in confusion. Slowly it swallowed the two of you up, the only thing in sight being the boy in front of you. 

 "What the Hell? Stop this!” You yelled, extremely frightened by what the dust would do, backing away from him and trying to free your hands to no avail.

 A weird sensation ran through your veins like it did when Peter was flying. It made your stomach jump, your head spin, and your ears to ring slightly. 

 The air was different, you noticed, as the green mist faded away. It wasn’t as humid, and it didn’t have the salty texture to it. Your hair was still sticking up due to the hot weather, frizzing and getting greasier by the minute, but it wasn’t as bad as it was only a few minutes ago. 

The mist fully evaporated into thin air in front of you, and you finally knew why something felt different. You weren’t on the beach anymore, but in a small camp. 

 "How did we get here?!“ You gasped, shoving him away in fright.

 "I already told you, magic." 

 You looked around, seeing a huge bonfire in the center of camp. It illuminated things just enough so that you could see them, but left an eerily dark shadow across everything. The canopy of leaves blocked out any light that the moon would have provided.

 "Do you live here alo-whoa, back up!” you started to say, turning around to find that Peter was only about a couple inches from you. 

 You tried to shove him back a little to lessen the awkward air between you and him, but stepped back up to you. He gently cradled you chin in his hands and pulled you to face him, firmly tilting your head up and to the side to reveal  what you had hoped to hide with makeup this morning. It must have rubbed off on the way here.

He looked down upon the bruise in confusion, concern glistening in his eyes only in the slightest.

 "How did this happen?“ He asked firmly, almost grumbling, obviously not looking for anything but the truth. 

 "I fell on the way to class, it’s nothing.” You replied, pulling your face from his hands and crossing your arms over your chest in discomfort.

 "It doesn’t look like nothing. Let me fix it.“ 

 You glared at the ground, "I don’t need you to fix it for me, I’m fine.”

 He shook his head but left it be, not wanting to open up a wound that was trying to heal itself.

 "The lost boys will be back soon,“ he stated to break the silence that had formed between the two of you. 

 "Lost boys?" 

 All of a sudden, a sharp whoop came from the forest. It was followed by several others, creating an orchestra of loud noises and shouts that uninterrupted the peaceful silence. 

 Boys came running into camp from all directions, stopping to surround you in a circle. You couldn’t even see Peter Pan any more, which worried you quite a lot. You had no idea who these boys were, but by the looks of it they weren’t too friendly.

They were rambunctious and a bit bigger than you, wearing gigantic hoods that covered their faces. They were extremely intimidating, especially with the sharp and pointed weapons they carried with them. 

“Who’s this Pan? Another toy?”

 "Do we get to play with this one? I say we play hide and seek!“

 "Look how scared she is! She won’t last but a second with us!”

 They poked and jabbed you with numerous sticks and sharp weapons. A few of them took the time to tug a piece of your hair or shove you to the floor. They were so intense that you found your head getting dizzy.

 You sat and let them prod at you. That was, until one of them decided it was a good idea to say something you didn’t like very much. 

You had only but a thin layer of sanity left after all the events that happened today, and the comment he made was all he needed to do to come crashing through that wall. 

“Aw! Look at her! She’s the cutest! Too bad she’ll be locked in a cage tonight, and not my room. We’d have fun all night, wouldn’t we, dollface?” He taunted, poking your shoulder with his spear.

 You couldn’t sit down and let him say that about you! No, you just couldn’t. He needed to learn his lesson; just because he was a guy meant nothing, he was at the exact same level as you. 

 You pushed away the sharp weapons, a couple of them piercing the skin of your palms, and stood up. You walked up to the evil boy who had said the disgusting comment and shoved him with all your might. 

He stumbled back and fell onto his butt, looking at you with one of the deadliest faces you’d ever seen. 

 "You think that just because your a boy it’s okay to say those things?!“ You screamed at him, shoving him down again when he tried to get back up. 

 His face was beet red, showing just how embarrassed and angry he actually was. He scoffed and gave you a cocky look.

 "Calm down, darling. Why don’t you just go clean up or something like we have the other girls Pan brings to the island do." 

 "I don’t think you should go there, bud.” You muttered through clenched teeth. On string of patience, that’s all you had for him. If he wanted to be the one to cut that string, so be it.

 "Then I just go to somewhere more private with you?“ 

 You were raging, your eyes seeing nothing but red. You were sure he could see smoke coming from your ears like in old cartoons. You clenched your fists beside you. He’d cut the string, and had no regret in doing so.

You had already felt so many emotions today; from sadness, to pain, to isolation, and now…complete and utter built up anger. You knew you weren’t going to be able to control yourself, so you held nothing back and let your body do what it wanted. If you couldn’t fight it, might as well encourage it. 

 You screamed and pounced on him, clawing at his arms and chest and punching everything but his face; that you would save so you didn’t get into too much trouble. 

You straddled his waist and began to slam his body into the dirt by his shoulders. He’d broke the sting, the last, stretching string that was just waiting to break. All the stress and frustration was being tossed to the wind in that moment, and you let yourself go. This was your coping mechanism to get rid of all your anger.

If one thing was for certain, it was that nobody should EVER mess with you when your mad.

 The whole time this was going on, other boys screamed and cheered for who they wanted to win. Much to  your surprise, about half of them were cheering for you to win. This gave you all the more encouragement to punch the snot out of the poor body beneath you.

After recovering from the initial shock he had experienced, the boy grabbed your arms and threw you off of him. He sat in the same position you had done to him, straddling you to the ground with his legs. He tried to keep your hands down by pinning them, but you weren’t giving up so easily. 

You kicked him away from you, rolling the two of you back over so you were on top. He shielded his face from your nails, earning his arms a ton of bitter red marks. 

 Angry, frustrated tears dripped shamefully down your face, and all time seemed to slow as you ground him to a pulp. All of your emotions were currently being let out of their shell, and they weren’t holding back. 

 "That’s enough!” Somebody yelled. 

You could barely hear them through your ringing ears, so you didn’t even hesitate to continue. After a few seconds had passed, you felt two pairs of hands wrap around both arms, struggling to pull you away from the boy.

 You fought hard against them, kicking and screaming as they dragged you across the dirt. You wriggled you arms, twisting and pulling in an attempt to get back to the fight you had started. 

 "Let go!“ You screamed, your voice hoarse and scratchy. 

 They pulled you to the group of boys, still fighting and kicking all the way there. Sobs fell from your mouth the same time yells did, emotions coming from all sides to attack you. 

A few boys came to help the other two, trying to get you to calm down and stop hitting them. 

 "Grab her hands, idiot!” One yelled. One lost boy grabbed each of your flailing limbs, holding them either to their chests or against the dirt. 

“Get. Off. Of. Me!” You growled. Literally growled, like an angry chihuahua, you growled.

 In all of this madness, you had not once seen Peter Pan, or Pan according to the lost boys. He was probably assisting the poor soul you’d just attacked.

 The boys hushed you as you shouted and tried to yank your arms and legs away.

 "Boys, I can take her from here.“ Pan said calmly.

 The boys cautiously let go, afraid you do to them what you had done to their friend. They ran off to help their beaten friend, leaving you with Pan. Pan walked towards you, kneeling down like he had earlier that night. You reared up your legs to kick him away, launching yourself back from him in anger. 

Anybody that knew you knew that they should leave you alone when you freak out like you were at the moment; nobody at home cared enough to help you through it like the boys had, after you’d hurt their friend of couse. Nonetheless, they did try to calm you down when things got too intense; maybe they’d experienced such burning desire to relieve anger and frustration too. Maybe, just maybe, they felt the same way as you did when they arrived on the island.

 He reached out, but you slapped away his hand in panic. Right now you were much like a frightened animal, and were starting to get protective of yourself. Being bombarded by a ton of boys wasn’t the best welcome, and had scared you into a panic. 

 Pan’s eyes darkened slightly at your movement, but he stayed calm.

 "Please just go away!” you cried, scooting across the ground again and away from the intimidating teenager. 

 He stood and walked towards you, looking down at you with his eyebrows furrowed. 

 "Love, please cooperate. I can’t leave you and we both know it.“ He crouched to your height. "You don’t have to deal with all the stress anymore. You need sleep.”

 "No, I want to go home! Take me back!“ 

 "We both know that’s not true. Come on, I’m taking you away to sleep.”

 He reached to pick you up, but you stopped him,“No, I got it. I don’t need your help.”

 "Stop. You DO need my help, and I am going to give it to you whether you like it or not.“ He yelled, angry at your lack of cooperation.

 You hesitated, but nodded your head, terrified to know what he would do if you didn’t say yes.

 He gently scooped you into his arms and stood up; you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

 The feeling of his arms around you made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, safe. He was warm and soft, and his footsteps were enough to make you shut your eyes, tired of fighting the people who wanted to help you. You weren’t asleep, but wished you could be. 

 You mumbled something under your breath, just loud enough for Pan to hear you, "Keep this up and I’ll be asleep in two seconds…”

 He chuckled, his chest rumbling against your body. You grumbled and squeezed yourself to him as if he was a giant teddy bear in, but he didn’t object. 

He gave you a tiny squeeze back, reassuring you that you were through with all the stress and anxiety of school. You felt him climbing something, a ladder, and then opening a door. 

He walked into a one roomed house and then closed it with his foot.

 "I hope you don’t mind staying in here with me, I don’t think you want to stay with the boys.“

You shook your head vigorously, sending him a frightened look. 

 He smiled, laying you gently on the bed. He covered you with the blankets and turned around, pulling off his shirt and pants. 

You turned around and burried your face in the pillow. Against your will and better judgement, you blushed at the sight of him in nothing but boxers. 

 After blowing out the lantern light, he climbed in next to you. You scooted over, giving him some room to assure that the two of you weren’t touching. 

It was a small bed, only made to hold one person, so it was rather uncomfortable trying not to touch him while being so close. You stiffened a bit every time you almost touched him, your muscles tensing every few seconds. 

"Just relax, darling.” He sleepily chuckled, voice filled with amusement, “You’re alright.”

 He looped an arm around your waist, pulling you effortlessly to him. He curled his legs around and between your own as you wiggled a bit, not used to cuddling anyone. 

He nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, making sure you felt his every breath. 

 "Goodnight,“ you said nervously.

 "Goodnight, darling. You’ll love it here, I promise…just gotta get the boys used to you is all…”