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) 🙈 


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.”

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?”


“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.”


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


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: Part 3:
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.


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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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.


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.”

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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

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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!

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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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.”
  • “[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.”
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.

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.

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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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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. 

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.


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.


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!!

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!


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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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.


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:


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?


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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!! 😁❤" 


 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!)) 


 "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. 


 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. “


 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!”


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…”

anonymous asked:

Do you think Daeri would be better off leaving Big Bang? Probably won't happen, but it bothers me how in those recent interviews, both of them are still insecure about their positions in the band, saying they're the lowest or unworthy of being in BB. And this is after 10 yrs!! Makes me wonder what really goes on; maybe it's a hyung-maknae dynamic I don't understand b/c I'm not Korean, but it pisses me off. Not to mention YG ignores everything they do.

Do you think Daeri would be better off leaving Big Bang?

Short answer: Nope
Long Answer: Never in hell.

As to the rest of the comment: Their insecurity in status and position in the band comes courtesy of the public and the fandom. 

The bulk of Seungri’s fandom is made up of vip only. And a lot of vips don’t like him either way, some are passive and some are aggressive about their hate. Ask them their reasons and their answers will make your eyes roll so far back into your head you’ll see your brain. 

Daesung’s fandom is made of vips plus people that have accompanied someone to his Japanese concerts and fallen in love with his talent. He also has gained fans because he has awesome variety show skills. 

Taeyang’s fandom is made of vips plus people that seriously love his singing and have no interest in fandom (ie general public) plus people that are fans of his dancing an/or looks (ie don’t buy albums but watch/attend shows).

Top’s fandom is made of vips plus people that find him exceptional looking (ie won’t buy an album but buy magazines/pictorials/products) plus people that like his acting (ie don’t buy music but go to movies).

GD’s fandom is every single vip, the general public, all ages, all sexes, people that buy everything on the face of the earth, people that “hate” him but still give him the Instagram follow and gain him page views and popularity rankings by talking shit. 

I’m going to be 100% blunt here.

You can argue with me that Seungri’s fandom is large and blah blah, but go to a concert and listen to the cheers for everyone else and then listen to the cheers for him. People claim they love him to hell and back but won’t buy his album, won’t stream the videos, don’t press the “like” buttons, don’t vote, don’t spread positive publicity, don’t get him page views, don’t generate web traffic, don’t follow his Instagram, don’t create marketing noise, and the only thing they do is constantly bring up his personal past negative situations instead of allowing them to die and get buried. Like fans of Winner (ironically Seungri means Win) the fandom is all whine but no action.

GD’s fandom know how to make noise, how to attract attention, how to spread the word, how to attract investors for him. GD farts into a towel and there’s 35 articles written about it, each article gets thousands of notes/comments, it get’s translated into 15 languages. People write essays about the artistic masterpiece of the fart in the towel. The voices of fans screaming “KING!” “WHEN WILL YOUR FAVES EVER!” “I’M ELITIST AND PROUD” can be heard echoing off buildings across the globe. Newspapers and journalists pic up the story because it guarantees them web traffic. Investors start pouring in with offers because they know everything is 100% guaranteed to sell:  petit pet du dragon eau de toilette”, a line of fluffy towels by Chanel Resort, GD sports the towel on his head in the cover of 7 different versions of Vogue. YG releases DrAgOn FaRt  single in  acapella, instrumental, music recorded, live, remix and studio versions. The Japanese version soon follows and it includes interviews and a dvd. Dragon Fart alarm clocks, dragon fart for your crown light stick, dragon fart straps and cushions. A new version of Krunk Bear that farts is released. Everything is SOLD OUT during pre-order. People send out emails asking when Dragon Farts will be back in stock.

MADE the Movie couldn’t even reach a hundred thousand Korean movie goers with the promise of a naked Seungri shower scene. In Korea investing in Seungri is seen as a gamble. As far as people in marketing can see the public doesn’t have interest in him.

YG is about making money and the one that can sell anything and get invited to everything is GD, therefore he gets first choice and top of the line of everything. It’s called business. YG Family? It’s YG Entertainment. Forget about family and forget about calling him ‘Papa’ only idiots do that.

The ranking within BigBang is not really decided by the members themselves against each other, it’s caused by the noise the fandom makes and the only sound YG and the investors care about is the sound of credit cards slicing through the air and web traffic.

GD, Top, and Taeyang’s fans are excellent at making those noises. Seungri’s fans are not. Don’t blame BigBang members, blame the fandom.

Title: She wants to say “I love you”
Fandom: Overwatch

The morning snowfall had just ended, coating the ground in soft, glittering white, while the frozen lake gleamed and shimmered like a polished mirror. All around, children in fluffy, oversized coats and crude skates had gathered, laughing and playing, shoving each other across the ice as they enjoyed a rare moment of peace in the bitter depths of the Russian winter, when it was too cold for the Omnics to advance.

Many of them were unsupervised; the war had made adults a rarity, and orphans littered the crumbling streets as children’s homes struggled with their sheer numbers. Even teenagers were an uncommon sight, many having gone into the military in their desperation to have roofs over their heads, clothes on their backs and food in their stomachs.

Regardless, it was still a precious and beautiful moment of bliss, one that Lena would have appreciated much more if she wasn’t sprawling arse-first across said lake every three seconds.

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anonymous asked:

INBOX GAMES::: 7 for Ryan and Gavin?

7. “How long has it been?”

6 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days after Gavin leaves, Ryan is standing in the airport terminal, clutching awkwardly at his baseball cap for lack of anything else to do with his hands. Security made him take it off and he feels something like naked without it. Without his mask too. Somehow it feels more like being undercover not to have his usual outfit - costume? - on.

It doesn’t matter much, anyway. There isn’t a soul around here who’d recognise him. The airport is a sleepy little place out near a country town, some distance away from AC. There are only two terminals and its main purpose is a stop off place for planes to refuel before continuing on to the bigger cities.

It’s a good place for some of the most wanted criminals in the country to get in discreetly. The main airport in AC is much more carefully monitored so connecting flights through here are the safest way to get overseas or back inside.

Not that it matters much for the Fake AH Crew.

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postin’ bout channel stuff, usin’ tumblr as a notepad

  • getting a new pc for fiona, her old one died with some hard drive or motherboard error we couldn’t figure out, so soon she can record better games and even her POV for things like minecraft.

  • waiting for yogscast server or modpack or whatever to change or to settle so i can continue mushbury, lots of talks of 1.7 pack or something, i have no idea whats going on, but i left episode 2 specifically in a place where i could jump in to any server or world and it would still make sense.

  • debating whether to start doing mature content in a separate playlist/series, like co-op gta v or zombie games like dayz, or to keep the channel completely kid friendly. wouldn’t want a young person to be pleasantly watching pokemon and to have the next video autoplay with brutal death kill gta v or whatever, but it would open up so much more content for us to play/make and fiona would be able to let loose a lot more. maybe i could sort out a quick little intro for games that are more mature-themed, so people who didn’t want to watch it could know it’s okay to skip or something.

  • pokemon will be back asap once the office is furnished, didn’t want to release one or two random eps, want to get room sorted and soundproofed and proper (as well as still sorting out lots of moving house related things). shouldn’t be any problem recording more once i’m ready because i know the hoenn region like the back of fiona’s hand and the wonderful nina serena has sorted me all the assets i need

  • going for a more lewis and simon approach to my channel with fiona where, with the exception of the very ‘me’ things like pokemon, we’ll do vids together even if it’s not necessarily multiplayer. like those tomodachi life episodes with her where i was playing the game but she provided additional commentary. so much easier to record when i’m not trying to hold up a 15 minute long vid all by myself, drains my energy and makes me very anxious, and i run out of brain juice for jokes and such.

  • very pleased with reaction to facecam from last months stream, will greatly consider more active vlogging and q&as with an actual camera presence, though these probably won’t be any more regular than the current vlog things. q&as with fiona likely.

  • really looking forward to all the wii u and 3ds games out this year, going to be a whole lot of content that i can be comfortable doing. i have wii u recording hardware now. expect things like mario party, kirby and the rainbow curse, splatoon. as well as the 3ds offerings like codename steam and possibly zelda

  • probably going to do like a 100 episode series on dragonball xenoverse next month because it looks amazing and i love dragonball. would love to get other people involved and fight them but i don’t know any other yogscast member who would be interested!

  • been toying with the idea of bringing back scribblenauts or something similar, would love a weekly thing where fiona and i can just sit down and build random stuff for half an hour. wii version has multiplayer. but would probably be something like starbound with the new winter update which looks cool. just making things and messing about as superheroes.

  • would like to be in collab things like cornerstone or whatever, and if i get asked i usually say yes, but i can’t ever ask myself due to anxiety and worrying people hate me so usually nothing happens. 

  • eggs

  • milk

  • nothing really negative to report, got lots of ideas and plans, feelin’ good, just gotta see what sticks and what flops. i really want to just make casual content and just fart around in things like starbound, gta v, garrys mod, and not accomplish anything except having a really fun time with all you guys.

  • bread

Hartbig. 2.4k. SFW.  This is a two-part fic, of which the conclusion will definitely be very SFF, so enjoy the ride! (other writing here)

a/n Amazing and many many thanks to the most splendid beta in all the land isilagdur for keeping me in check and frensheep and for always being so supportive and to haveyouseenmyplot for the fish faces and [sparkles].


Part One: Running Water

One out of every 344 babies is born with a pinprick imperfection between the chamber walls of its heart. A tiny hole. Invisible really, but somehow your body knows its there. Knows it needs to work harder than other hearts. Equilibrium becomes a marathon.

Hannah’s heart has three holes in it. There is no explanation for how a person can survive with such injuries but she is not the only one who walks around like this.

The first hole opens on its own. There was no puncture wound, no ice pick to the chest. There was just Grace. Grace and a dress flush with the print of something you’d find on a bedspread tucked into the back of your grandmother’s closet. Geezer chic she called it, and it was. Only a leggy blonde disaster of tequila, sweetness, and a genuine lack of coordination could give one lingering look in Hannah’s direction over cheap margaritas and laugh with enough fervor to sling salsa on the neighboring table and send Hannah’s heart reeling.

It takes Grace 1.3 seconds to blush pink with a sheepish smile and turn Hannah’s world into the gasp before the horror film carnage when she suddenly pictures a future in the distance with this epitome of #thatawkwardmomentwhen. A far off island of maybes that Grace can never swim out to.  

Hannah will drown before she learns that breathing water is not a skill people develop by falling in love with their best friends.

Symptoms and complications can include breathlessness and an increased heart rate. Blood begins a catacomb journey to the vital organs and the injured heart now has to work twice as hard to keep enough oxygen for normal functioning. You will struggle to keep breathing.

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more sterek fics i’ve read recently that i think are worth sharing!!

it starts when you’re around - words: 26,406

“Earth to Derek. You okay, man?”Derek’s eyes are drawn back to the guy in front of him, who’s starting to look more worried now.

“I –” he starts, then swallows against the dryness. “Who are you?”

or, Derek gets amnesia.

our lives are changing lanes - words: 47,537

There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’thave kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.

“How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.

The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I’d subject myself to this on purpose?”

“Oooh,” says one of the kids hanging off his arm. “I’m telling Mom.”

the broken radio is playing suicide - words: 73,415

Stiles only wishes they could actually be safe. They haven’t been for nine months now.

closer than most - words: 46,978

Laura organizes a charity bachelor auction to raise money for the wolf sanctuary she and Derek inherited from their parents. Derek reluctantly gets roped into bidding on one of the bachelors, and he sure as hell doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into when he decides to bid on Stiles.

all that i want is here - words: 6,350

Tag to 3B. Stiles recovers.

that which you cannot undo - words: 28,181

By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It’s a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night.

(Or: the Pracitical Magic AU nobody asked for.)

i want to say all those things that would be better unsaid - words: 24,552

Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line.

Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow.

“One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn’t care.”

fireman derek’s crazy pie [cheeseburger baby] - words: 17,698

“He can’t blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible.“

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things,” she agrees, nodding towards her brother’s name on the menu. “Derek won’t let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye candy.”

“Send them my way,” Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. “Apparently I’m incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance.”

Be My Baby Pt.6 *Psycho!Ashton*

sorry for being so inactive, I’ve been busy due to holidays but here i am c:


You heard the front door and you remained in frozen in your spot as the footsteps got closer to the bedroom. “Do you mind if we look around, Mr. Irwin?” You heard an officer ask, rather rudely. “I do actually, if you don’t have a warrant then you have no rights here.” Ashton’s voice was tough, and you could picture him puffing his chest out, attempting to be intimidating. The closet was small and you didn’t have much room to move. “Listen, if you don’t have anything to hide then you’ll let us look. You’re acting very suspicious. Right now you’re the number one suspect in this investigation.” Investigation? How did anyone know that you weren’t home, unless you’re father was still living. He might’ve said something, but then again if he was alive he could easily identify Ashton. There was no mistaking his breathtaking features, but no one else is out there that you know. “Also, you didn’t show up for work today.” The  officer pointed out. Ashton scoffed, “What does that have to do with anything? A lot of people didn’t show up for work today.” There was an edge in his voice, a slight nervousness. You prayed silently, hoping they wouldn’t search the apartment anyways. “You’re just singling me out because I was just released.” Released? From where? You really needed to know more about this mysterious boy who’s captured your attention.  There was a crack in the closet door and you were able to get a peek out, you saw the two officers enter his bedroom, Ashton not very far behind. “That’s not what we are doing, we are looking for a young girl who could be in danger right now.” Ashton stood in front of the door you were behind, blocking my view and the officers as well. “Exactly, she could be in danger. So you’re wasting time looking here. She’s my friend now go and find her.” The next time any of the officers spoke it was right next to the closet door. “Ashton Irwin, last time you said something like that we found the boy buried in your backyard. Now, I’m going to ask again, where is she?” Your breath hitched and there was a sudden lump in your throat. His words kept playing in your mind ‘buried in your backyard’. Tears brimmed your eyelids as the thoughts came racing through your creative mind, has he killed before? Was he going to kill again? Would he kill you? He hasn’t hurt you yet, he has been nothing but caring to you, minus the locking you in part. Ashton moved away from the closet, allowing your view of the three men to return. He walked up to the smaller officer, fists clenched at his sides. “What the hell did you just say?” His voice was low, and the dark fury that you had only seen once before returned to his usually bright hazel eyes. They were nearly black as the officer was backed into a wall. 

Instead of helping out his fellow partner, officer two took the chance to snoop (dog) around. His hand was wrapped around the closet door handle before Ashton could react. “What are you doing?” You heard Ashton ask as the door was whipped open, revealing you. It must’ve been a sight, you standing there with wide scared eyes. Tears falling freely from your eyes as Ashton charged the officer yanking him back. He was thrown to the ground, he yelped in pain and Ashton took the chance to take his gun from the holster. It was pointed at the man’s head as he pleaded for his life. “Ashton, please. Don’t do this son. I have a family to go home to.” Ashton cocked the gun back, releasing the safety at the same time. “Why shouldn’t I? You took my family away from me. I haven’t seen my siblings in years because of you fuckers.” His voice shook but his arm was steady. You did the only thing you knew would stop him. Jumping from the closet and standing directly in front of him. “Y/N move. I don’t want hurt you.” His words wavered as he looked from you to the officer sprawled out behind you. “No, he has a family, Ash.” You were surprised as your voice came out stronger than you had expected. “So did I!” He yelled, you flinched back but didn’t move from your spot. “I will take you to see them, Ash. Please, they were just doing their job.” You begged Ashton for this strangers life. You hadn’t noticed the man stand up as he moved you slightly to the side. “Listen son, I have to take you back to jail. This girl has a home to go to.” Your plan to keep Ashton calm fell through once the officer began to speak again. “You aren’t taking her from me. She’s mine. I’m her family.” The gun was re-positioned to aim for the heart. “Give me the gun, boy.” The shot rang out and the man in blue fell. You screamed and covered your ears as the second shot flew by your head, the other officer dropping as well. You screamed and screamed until your voice went hoarse. He tossed the gun aside and ran to you. He grabbed your wrists speaking quickly, “We have to go, honey. We have to leave now.” You got your arms free and began hitting. Your arms flailed as you made contact with his biceps and chest repeatedly. “You killed them. You killed them.” Those three words were the only ones you could form. He threw stuff in a small backpack and looked back at you. “Get up and let’s fucking go.” You shook your head, shaking on the floor. He groaned and bent down in front of you. He threw you over his shoulder and carried you out of the building. You kicked and punched and squirmed but his grip never loosened. “Let me go!” You screamed, hoping someone would hear you and help. But no dice. He opened the back door and tossed you in. “I didn’t want to have to this. You leave me no choice." 

He reached into his bag and pulled out a cloth, what looked like rope, and duct tape. You backed up to the other end of the car and tried to open the door before his large hand wrapped around your ankles. "Come here, sweetheart.” You fought your best, but he was still a lot stronger than you were. He overpowered you easily as he tied a know around your legs, keeping them in place and then moving to your wrists, he only grabbed one hand, letting your free hand make contact with his cheek. His head moved to the side on impact, his nostrils flared and you expected the worst. “I’m going to let that one go, but do it again and you will be punished.” He roughly grabbed your wrists again and tied them tightly. “Ashton, please let me go.” You begged, as he ripped off a piece of duct tape with his teeth, he shook his head “I can’t let them take you, too.” He placed the tape securely over your mouth. To say you were scared would be an understatement, just a few minutes ago you two were about to have sex, now you’re tied up in the back of his car going only god knows where. He slammed the back doors shut and locked them, climbing into the drivers seat. He looked back at you once more before backing out of the parking lot and speeding off.


this is kinda short oops, part 7 will be up tonight as well and it will be longer, i just had a brain fart rn so here it is