this took me a while


It’s been a while since I did a crossover, this one is from a manga called “mahou tsukai no yome” or the ancient magus bride, It has an ova come in august so if you’re into weeb stuff like me check it out

I just thought it would be fun to a crossover, although a gaster skull may be much more fitting than asriel but whatevs, also frisk as a girl since chise is a girl, same with chara as a male

anonymous asked:

do you hvae anything on the magna carta i need help

hello anon bby, i don’t have anything on the magna carta on my blog as i’m mostly a mathsblr (for now hehe), but rach has got your back, so buckle up since you’re in for a ride (to 1215, that is)  (▰˘◡˘▰)

The Magna Carta, meaning “The Great Charter”, is one of the most legendary and famous documents in the world. Issues in 1215 by Kind John of England as a practical solution to the political issue he faced, Magna Carta established for the first time the principle that everyone, the king included, was not above the law. Despite the fact that most of the text has either been deleted and edited, and nearly all of the clauses have been repealed in modern times, Magna Carta remains a cornerstone of the British constitution.

In a nutshell, Magna Carta has a preamble and 63 clauses which can be divided into nine (9) groups, regarding:

1.      Church;

2.      Feudal law;

3.      Feudal law – subtenants;

4.      Towns, trade, merchants;

5.      Reforms of law;

6.      Behaviour of government officials;

7.      Royal forests;

8.      Immediate issues, e.g. dismissal of John’s foreign mercenaries;

9.      Ensuring the king is acting according to this agreement.

Here’s the story behind it:

King John owned land in France and the French wanted it back. After waging war with John, the French succeeded for the most part. Having lost this war (and quite a bit of money), John made life much harder for his subjects, for example, by demanding very high taxed and by allowing his deputies to treat the people arbitrarily.

In January 1215, a group of furious and frustrated English barons demanded a guarantee for fair treatment from, and sealed by, King John. To show that they meant business, the barons armed themselves and captured London in May 1215.

Threatened with civil war and utter mayhem, King John reasoned correctly that negotiating was the idea of the day and met with the barons at Runnymede, a meadow by the River Thames, between Windsor and Staines. Fun fact: Runnymede is in the present day county of Surrey, and if you visit there, you will find this memorial erected by the American Bar Association.

So, what immediate impact did Magna Carta have?

Well, first off, the barons were please and renewed their oath of allegiance to the king on the same day Magna Carta had been agreed upon.

HOWEVER, as soon as he had arrived back home, King John (that bugger) asked the Pope to revoke the agreement. The Pope agreed with and took sides with the king (dammit).

This led to the barons outrage and soon enough, French knights came over in support of the English barons and civil war, also called the First Barons’ War (fought from 1215 – 1217).

Skip forward to year 1216 and we find that dysentery took King John’s life. Later that year, the first amendments to the Magna Carta were written.

Alright, I get it, it’s this just this old crumbling document from 801 years ago, right? What does it matter in today’s world?

Magna Carta became a symbol against oppression, a symbol of the king also being subject to the law, and a symbol of freedom under law.

Magna Carta became more and more famous as the years dragged on. It influenced future law and constitution making, and is echoed in the Petition of Right (England 1628), the Habeas Corpus Act (England 1679), the Bill of Rights (United States 1791) and the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (United Nations 1948) to name a few.

If you’ve read thus far, I hope you take away that Magna Carta:

1.      Holds the king accountable to the law,

2.      Is one of the most famous documents of English constitutional history, and

3.      Has a legacy of influencing many, many more constitutional documents all around the world.

Sources: x, x, x, x + if you’ve got some spare time and want to watch some excellent (and succinct) videos for a more visual approach to the Magna Carta, definitely check out these: x, x, x

No Good (Notorious)

Rated - fluff? gang au

Artist - DΞΔN

Word Count -  2242

It took me a while but i really enjoyed writing this. I was thinking of maybe turning this into a series if you guys want. What do you think?

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Helping with the nightmares (part 8)

Originally posted by james-nat

Thank you and Goodnight – Helping with the nightmares (part 8)

Summary: Steve’s thank you and Bucky returns home late at night from a mission.

Characters: Steve, Bucky x reader.

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I have no idea why, but it took me a while to actually think of something to write. Even then, this is very short. The next chapter will be tomorrow and it’ll be more fluff. (I know it’s a gif of Steve but it thought it was relevent)

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Hello Gravity Falls fans! It’s been a while since I have gotten my Journal 3 but I’ve been taking my time reading it through before I could get on to the codes and ciphers!

I’ll probably be posting a lot more about this topic but here I go:

1st off - Blendin’s letter is a HUGE block of text and it took me a while to figure out the cipher (but I did it! Yay!!)

His letter uses the Viginere Cipher and THIS —–>
It will ask for a key to solve the cipher with which is PINES, all caps (which can be seen in the book!)

2nd ! - From what I’ve seen so far of my cipher solving, the newest cipher for Bill’s messages throughout the book is given to us next to the ‘TRUST NO ONE’ page

The drawing (3rd pic) above has the ciphers on it with numbers above corresponding to a certain letter in the alphabet!
Ex. 1 = A, 2 = B, etc

I know that there is a Reddit post already with all the answers to these ciphers but I just find it really fun to try and figure it out on my own.
I know some people have been having trouble with their code breaking so I hope this helped!

Some Things Make Sense

Genre: Angst 

Member: Hoseok

Word Count: 4,490

a/n: This is pretty long but I promise it is worth it. It took me a while to finish but I finally did! Enjoy!!

Summary: “I want you to want me again, I want you who wants me back”

“You’re going right?” his friend asked him with concern as he sat on the end of his bed. Hoseok turned to his friend and smiled, “It’s your wedding, I wanna see your happiness for the last time before it’s gone” he replied jokingly, earning a shove from his friend. Hoseok laughed and lifted his hands up in surrender, “I’m kidding, but you’re an idiot for doubting me” he said, pointing a finger at his friend who quirked an eyebrow at him. Hoseok took the chair from his desk and sat in front of his bed. “You nervous? You should be, what if she leaves you at the alter? Or you spill wine on her dress?” Hoseok joked, his friend scoffed and widened his eyes, “I’m nervous you’ll get so drunk and embarrass me during your speech” his friend countered. Hoseok pointed at himself with a look of disbelief, “I’m giving a speech?” he asked in surprise at the statement.

“Don’t act like you didn’t see it coming” his friend said smugly. Hoseok groaned and sighed, the air between them becoming quiet, letting the situation sink in. “I can’t believe I’m getting married” his friend said softly, his voice barely audible. Hoseok chuckled and took a deep breath, “It makes sense, if I’m being honest, we all saw it coming” he said. His friend offered him a crooked smile followed by a wide grin, “Yea I guess some things just make sense, right?” he said with a chuckle. Hoseok nodded and stood up to pat his friends back, “I’m happy for the two of you, expect me to be drunk off my ass and giving a speech about how disgusting it was to see the two of you in love” he said with a laugh followed by his friends as he stood up as well. “I swear Hoseok, if you give even the smallest of hints that you’re not even the slightest sober before the speech-” he started but Hoseok was quick to cut him off, “Oh c'mon! Who do you take me for?” he said, practically shoving his friend out the apartment.

“Worry about things that matter” Hoseok said, waving his friend goodbye as he laughed and shook his head.

Hoseok closed the door and leaned against it. Two of his closest friends were getting married and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t imagine it. However, he didn’t know what to imagine when it came down to the guest list. He was the one who was nervous. The pit of his stomach flinching as he thought of the name that hung at the tip of his tongue but he didn’t dare voice. Memories of the face that belonged to that name, fighting to break free from the confinements of the back of his mind. His heart dropping ever so slightly at the thought he refused to admit.

“I ignored it, Y/N, but with the way you act like you’re on your own and like I don’t even exist, it’s exhausting and it makes me feel like I’m the only one who’s trying here” Hoseok said, pointing a finger while his other hand rested on his hip. She stared at him and scoffed, “You’re the one who’s trying? Is that how you see yourself? You know you talk like you’re the victim in this relationship when in reality, your, trying, is sulking in your apartment and passive aggressively ignoring my calls when I’m trying to fix things” she countered, her arms crossed over her chest.

Hoseok shook his head and let out an exasperated sigh, “So what, am I supposed to be at your disposal whenever you feel like fixing things? Do you not see this is a relationship of two?” he asked, his eyebrows knitting together in a frown. “Why do you keep making me the bad guy here? Instead of sulking, you should actually talk to me about it. Quit making me look like the selfish one” she said sternly. Hoseok clenched his jaw and grabbed his jacket from the couch. Before he could make it to the front door, she tugged at his arm, “See? This is exactly what I’m talking about! You just keep it all bottled up and walk out on me!” she said, her voice rising and causing cracks as she spoke. He turned to her with his jaw tight, his gaze averting from hers and onto the floor.

“Stop walking out on me…” she voiced, her tone small and quivering. Hoseok took a deep breath and swallowed the lump beginning to form in his throat. He looked back at her once more and felt an instant pang on his chest. Her eyes glossed with tears that threatened to run down her cheeks. She was right, but his frustrated mind fogged his thought process, letting his safety mechanism kick in. If he always walked out on her, it was because he was protecting himself, and she was right, he was the selfish one. He was the one who always abandoned their arguments in order to avoid the guilt and hurt. “Let’s take a break, yea?” he managed, his voice low and a lot calmer in contrast to how he actually felt. Her expression only saddened but she nodded slowly and gently let go of him. A rebellious tear streamed down her cheek and he instinctively reached out to caress her skin softly, wiping away what he could.

He then took a deep breath and opened the door, “I’ll call you” he said, soon after walking out and closing the door behind him.

The event began and it was everything a wedding should be. Hoseok drank from his glass as a few of his friends conversed with no end. He watched in amusement as they all recalled memories and caught up. He occasionally chimed in with a sarcastic comment to which they all chuckled or guffawed at. The sound of clinking glass brought everyone’s attention to the stage of the ballroom. The girl behind the mic cleared her throat and smiled shyly, “I think there’s a few of us that would like to say a few words for the newlyweds so, I’ll start us off” she said. Hoseok took one last drink of his glass and ran his tongue over his teeth. He watched as the girl gave her speech, patiently waiting for his turn. After a few nice words, she stepped off the stage while everyone watched as he approached it. He stood behind the microphone with his hand in his pocket, the other holding his drink as he took a deep breath. “I’d like to congratulate two of my closest friends on this special day,” he started, turning to where they sat hand in hand as he smiled at them, “Just a week ago, the groom and I agreed that, some things just make sense”. He said, turning back to the crowded room filled with faces he recognized and some he had never seen before.

“The two of you make sense, your friendship, that later became a relationship, from your cheesy jokes to cheesy couple outfits,” he said, earning a laugh from the guests, “It all, makes, sense” he continued, but before he was able to voice the next words, his heart dropped into his stomach and a sudden knot formed in his throat. The face he had tried to forget for so long, the one he denied missing and still loved with every last part of himself, appeared amongst the several other faces, locking eyes with him. Everything seemed to stop for him. It was as if everything around her blurred and he had forgotten about the task at hand. She watched him with as much surprise and something more he could only describe as longing. However, he convinced himself it was longing he imagined because people tend to see only what they want to see.

He quickly averted his gaze from hers and cleared his throat, letting out a slight cough, “I know the two of you will continue making the rest of us envious of your love” he said, raising his drink and saying their names as everyone repeated after him. As soon as he took a gulp of his drink to ease his now fast paced heart rate, he stepped off the stage, not daring to find her face once again. Once he was out of sight, he let the rest of his drink hit the back of his throat. He grimaced at the burning sensation, nearing the table he was at before where his group of friends teased him over his speech or patted him in the back for it.

Hoseok wore a forced smile as he leaned back into his chair. After a few more speeches, the dance floor became packed and by then, he was on his second glass of champagne. The napkin in front of him was now scrunched up and wrinkled from the abuse of his fingers. He took in a deep breath and scanned the room mindlessly, somewhere deep down, wishing she appeared in the sea of people. To his luck, he spotted her, her gown hanging lazily from her bare shoulders, exposing her back and stopping right above the small of her back. He found himself unable to keep his eyes off her as she approached the bride and hugged tightly. The smile on her face so mesmerizing to him, too beautiful and familiar.

He felt an ache in his chest as she exchanged words with the bride. She stood out so much to him it was starting to leave him breathless. As much as he loved her now like he always had, he had to bring himself to his feet as he locked eyes with the groom who looked at Hoseok with sympathy. Hoseok turned away and made his way to a waiter who was handing out champagne. He politely handed Hoseok one and he took it with a courteous nod. As he made his way to the closest exit, he downed his drink taking a turn into a hallway. Once he was only able to hear the muffled sounds of the music, he leaned against the nearest wall, letting his head fall back gently against the hard surface. It was all of their relationship hitting him at once, and he didn’t know if the drinks had worsened his emotions or if he’d be worse off sober.

The moment he called her back, nearly two weeks had gone by. He felt guilty for the long wait, but the instant her voice was through on the other end of the line, he couldn’t help the eagerness bubbling up inside of him. “Hey” he said after her, fighting back the smile from playing on his lips. “Can we talk?” he asked, his tone almost cautious. He heard her sigh before replying, “How’s an hour from now?” she asked. He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, “Yea that’s fine, at your place or?” he asked, somewhat feeling the need to contain the fluttering of his heart. “Yea that’s fine” she answered simply. At the moment, he had no speculation of her tone, too overcome with picking up where they had left off.

Once outside of her apartment, he knocked gently and nervously fisted his hands into his jeans. In a few seconds, the door opened and he nearly threw his arms over her into an embrace.

However, he refrained from doing so and instead, smiled faintly. She stepped to the side to let him walk inside, the all too familiar scent of her and her small place, flooding his senses. The two of them sat on the couch, a thick awkward silence too heavy on Hoseok’s drum of a heart. He finally looked up at her and sighed, “I’m sorry for not calling sooner” he said, his voice sounding loud after the long silence. She met his gaze momentarily and looked away with a slight shake of her head. He could no longer bring himself to smile, her lack of words making him feel a burden so heavy on his chest.

“Y/N, I know I messed up, so bad, but I can fix it, I want to, and I promise I will change-” he said but she cut him off, “Wait” she said, her voice suddenly shaking. He turned his body to face her and noticed the glistening in her eyes. He frowned in sudden confusion, “W-What, why are you crying?” he asked softly, taking her hand gently and giving it a light squeeze. She bit her lip and sniffed, wiping away at her eyes with her free hand. “Hoseok, you didn’t call for two weeks” she started, making him gulp at the sudden fact. “I-I know and I’m so sorry I just really needed to think about what to do with myself because I realize now how selfish I’ve been-” he tried going on once again but she cut him off, “Hoseok” she said, and it was enough to have him silenced and giving her his attention.

He watched her carefully, his mind going a hundred miles an hour, not a single clear thought stopping long enough for him to grasp. She slowly slipped her hand away from him and looked away before she took a deep breath, staring at her lap. “I think we should break up” she said, and there it was, out in the open. His heart flinched and suddenly the gears inside his head came to a halt. The silence was so loud in his ears but he couldn’t bring himself to verbalize anything. She must’ve noticed his dumbfounded state because she licked her lips and broke the tension, “Two weeks was a long time for me to think about us, a-and I realized we had been fighting a lot and at first I didn’t care, I wanted to just move passed this and go back to how we were but it’s better if we don't” she added, bringing her hands close to her as she nervously rubbed them.

Hoseok kept his eyebrows knitted together, “But, why? We can fix this-” he started, but she interrupted, “Can we? We’ve been holding each other back for the last couple of months, and it only got worse… I just- I think we shouldn’t. You shouldn’t have to change who you are for the two of us” she said, her voice trailing off. “But if it’s what I have to do I will” he said, trying to make sense of her reasoning. “If you have to change, it’s because I can’t accept you the way you are” she said, her voice so soft, yet her words held a much heavier meaning. “Y/N, I don’t understand” was all he could say before another wave of silence washed over the entire room. “I don’t want you to change, but I don’t want you to be the same because I can’t handle another fight” she said, and that was all it took to make him realize the severity of the situation.

He hadn’t drank enough, he thought, but he didn’t have it in him to move. He felt physically tired somehow. “Hoseok?” he heard his friends voice from the end of the hallway, making him turn his head in his direction. The groom neared him with concern as he stood in front of him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she’d come, she had told us she’d be out of town this week” he said, his tone sincere. Hoseok offered him a half smile and shook his head, “No don’t worry about it” he managed with a sigh. “How long has it been?” his friend asked softly, putting his hands into his pocket. Hoseok chuckled and stared at his feet, “I don’t know, a year?” he answered, his jaw tightening at the thought. His friend mouthed a ‘wow’ and sighed. A moment of silence passed between the two before his friend spoke again, “Hoseok, I understand if you don’t want to stay, it’s okay if you want to go” he said, making Hoseok look up at him as he took in a deep breath and considered that option.

“I’ll think about it, but don’t worry about me, man, it’s your day, don’t let my personal issues get in the way” Hoseok said through a faint smile, patting his friends shoulder. His friend let out a breath and nodded, “Okay, will you be alright though?” he asked, concern covering his entire expression. Hoseok smiled wide and nodded affirmatively. His friend hesitantly nodded and patted Hoseok’s arm, then began to make his way back towards the direction of the party.

Hoseok had lost count of how many times he thought about her. After breaking up, things weren’t clear to him. He drank sometimes, then would later find himself leaving her terrible messages with words too slurred to be comprehended, and sentences too incoherent to make sense. He never hated her though, not once. That was the worst part. He was angry and hopeless not because he hated her, but because he still loved her. He couldn’t believe it would end so unexpectedly and so, simply. After being with her for three years, he never imagined himself with anyone else. Too accustomed to spending the night together, to seeing each other the following morning after late night goodbye’s. Too deep into knowing each other better than anyone ever would, that when it all ended, he didn’t know what to do. The thought of having to find a relationship just as good or better later, completely and rather irrational to him, nonexistent, impossible.

So instead, he thought about her before drifting into a slumber where he was bound to find her in. He thought about her throughout the day, when her presence he’d been so used to seeing nearly every day, disappeared. In three years, he piled up memories with her through outfits, photographs, smiles, routines, and it all haunted him whenever his loneliness was the only thing making him company. He tried forgetting her. Going out with his friends, sometimes on casual dates to remind himself of past activities from when he was single. He had tried with other women too, sometimes planned, and sometimes on far too lonely nights. He always fell away from it though, his guilt in trying to forget her too deep in his bones to go through with kissing someone that wasn’t her. He felt insane, and eventually, he embraced the ghost of her in his head. No longer trying to change his ways to forget her.

Hoseok let out a deep breath and straightened up against the wall. He was going to leave, he decided. He’d leave and head out to the nearest bar he could find. He walked back into the crowded ballroom and towards the direction of the bride and the groom. He made his way up to them and hugged the two of them, “I’ll be heading out now, I just wanted to stop by and congratulate you one last time” he said over the loud music, still holding on to the two of them.

The bride pouted and nudged him, “So soon?” she asked, making him grin and chuckle, “I have some stuff to get done” he lied with a smirk. The groom patted his back and pulled away, “Thank you for coming, I’ll see you soon yea?” he said, his tone caring. Hoseok nodded and said his goodbyes, then found the nearest exit and loosened his tie.

He walked down the street until he reached the closest bar by the corner. It was close to midnight so he figured the place would be a bit full. As soon as he was inside, again, his ears were welcomed with music and chatter from different directions. He sighed as he neared the bar counter and ordered his drink. There was hardly any space for him to sit, so he resorted to stand, leaning his elbows against the surface and crossing his arms before him. He felt nostalgic, was what he called it, the feeling that made his chest feel an ache for the past. The same feeling he had felt for so long on lonely days, missing old routines and habits he never considered bad until they stopped happening. His drink was placed before him and he quickly took the cold glass and drank. He breathed out and relaxed his shoulders, that was, until he heard an awfully familiar voice from the opposite end of the bar.

The sweet sound suddenly causing him to freeze in his spot as his eyes processed what he was seeing. She leaned against the counter, now staring at her lap with an expression he swore mirrored his own. He parted his lips, not sure if in an attempt to speak or simply to create some type of movement in his stunned expression. Almost a second after, she lifted her gaze, her eyes spotting his own and widening in surprise. The two of them locked eyes instantly, his heart struggling to pump at a faster speed in the confinements of his chest. Her drink arrived before her and not even then, did she break away from his stare. However, a second later, the tension was too much for him and he forced himself to look away, bringing his glass to his lips once more and taking a drink. He glanced up in her direction, only to no longer see her anywhere in sight, his heart dropping deeper into his chest, if at this point, that was even possible. Just then, he impulsively brought a fistful of bills from his wallet, leaving it on the counter as he rushed to the exit of the bar.

As soon as he was outside, he spotted her, making her way in the opposite direction from the wedding. He jogged after her but once he was a few feet away, she turned to him, confusion and surprise defining her features. He stopped completely and once again stared at her, not quite believing he had followed her out. A sudden sad smile appeared on her lips, bringing some relief to his body but only spiking up the idea of a bad consequence to his actions. “It’s been a while” she said softly, her voice making a shiver run down his back. He hadn’t heard her voice in so long that it was now so sweet and melodic to him, echoing loudly in his ears. He simply nodded and cleared his throat as he looked away, “Too long” he managed, his voice too low for anyone but her to hear.

Neither of them took a step forward, Hoseok claimed inside his head that it was because he was too scared, too nervous. Something about seeing someone he had never imagined himself without, then having to learn how to do that exact thing, now standing before him, made him feel somehow weak. She pressed her lips into a thin line and looked down, “How have you been?” she asked, almost intentionally to lessen the heavy air encircling both of them. Hoseok sighed and shrugged, “I’ve been better” he confessed, meeting her gaze as she looked up. Simply doing that, made his heart jump in his chest. She offered him a sympathetic smile and chuckled, “I liked your speech” she said softly, making Hoseok look up at her as he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh… thanks” he said, searching through his brain for something else to say but the words of his speech began to echo loudly in his head.

“I’m glad they got together, you’re right you know, about them making sense, I don’t think it be any other way” she said, finally taking a few steps closer to him. Hoseok simply stared at the ground, tightening his jaw ever so slightly. He remembered feeling like they’d all get married at the same time, but here he was, dressed for his friend’s wedding in front of the girl that somewhere down the line, should’ve been his fiancé.

“It could’ve been us” he said, instantly wanting to take the words back as he met her blank expression. Hoseok felt the color disappear from his face, a shot of embarrassment rushing through his body instantly. “I mean- T-Things happen, forget I said that” he said quickly, waving his hands in front of him. She chuckled and Hoseok watched her. “You’re right…” she said, staring off onto the dimly lit street. He furrowed his eyebrows in question and bit his bottom lip. She took a deep breath and looked back at him, “I’m sorry, Hoseok” she added, her voice small. He shook his head and sighed, “No don’t be, it was a long time ago” he said with a shrug. She shook her head slowly and smiled faintly, “Was it? Honestly, it still feels like yesterday to me” she said, her statement taking him aback.

He didn’t know how to react, her words echoing so loud in his head. Before he could further dizzy himself in how beautiful she was before him and how sudden her confession weighed on his shoulders, she continued. “Never mind, y-you probably are completely over me by now and I-I’m making drunken confessions” she chuckled, brushing a few strands of her hair away from her face nervously. Hoseok shook his head quickly and scoffed, “No you’re wrong, it still feels like it just happened” he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He stared at the sidewalk and sighed, “I miss you…” he mumbled, his words trailing off. Deep down, he wanted her to hear what he said, but the greater part of him was flashing a red light in alarm. He didn’t look up to her this time, but when her silence was too much, he furrowed his eyebrows in disappointment. His chest aching so badly he felt like he wasn’t able to breathe, her silence only affirming his worst thoughts and punishing him for chasing after.

He let out a shuddered breath and only then, did he realize she was now standing closer to him. He looked up at her in confusion, the nerves in his stomach spiraling out of control. His breath hitched and got caught in his throat as she caressed his cheek gently, “Is this okay?” she whispered, a few tears falling down her cheeks. He instinctively leaned into her touch and nodded too quickly for his liking. A smile broke across her lips as she quickly brought her hands to the back of his neck and pulled him down to have her lips meet his. Hoseok wasted no time and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her flush against him. He kissed her deeply and for the second time on that night, he realized, some things just made sense.

ISFJs in Ilvermorny Houses

ISFJ Horned Serpent

  • The person who read under the table during class
  • Part of 500 fandoms and has 3000 OTPs
  • Can point out every incorrect statement you make
  • But often refrains for the sake of your feelings
  • Healthy, developed Ti
  • Extremely sentimental about childhood books

ISFJ Wampus

  • Throws themselves into a cause
  • Will probably join the Peace Corps 
  • Says “fight me” a lot 
  • But loves to create harmony
  • When developed, is a good, if quiet, leader
  • More self-confident than other ISFJs

ISFJ Thunderbird

  • Angst about the old way vs the new
  • In touch with their inferior Ne
  • Likes writing, especially character development and world-building
  • More independent than other ISFJs
  • Loves sharing adventures/experiences with friends

ISFJ Pukwudgie

  • The epitome of cinnamon roll
  • Cares deeply about people (if unhealthy, becomes self-sacrificing)
  • Literally the best friend someone could have
  • Shy in crowds, outgoing in small groups
  • Happiest when others are too
  • Very Fe-heavy

Thanks to @fite-me-2k16 and @isfjwallflower for the requests, sorry it took us a while! 

Other types: INTJ || INTP || INFP || ENFP || ENTP 


Yeah me again now it’s time for the second writing request for @fuzzywuzzylittletail hope you enjoy it :D

Nick and Judy loved walks in the park they would go on them so often but never got bored of them. Nick looked down at Judy “hey Carrots I just wanted to say something” Judy looked back up at him
“sure what is it Nick?” she asked him.
“Can we sit down?” Nick replied gesturing to the bench that was ahead of them.
“Yeah” Judy said sensing that Nick was tense and anxious about something. The two animals sat down and Judy waited for Nick to speak, “it’s just I am so happy that I met you. No one believed in me but you never gave up on me” It took a while for the words to really sink in for Judy.
“Wow Nick that really means a lot to me” Judy smiled at him and he smiled back
“thank you Judy for everything” Nick said as he waited for a reply but instead he got a kiss on the cheek. “Anything for you slick Nick” Judy said, at that moment it started raining and Nick stood up from the bench. “Come on Judy we better get going” Judy also got up and the two continued walking again.

The rain wasn’t showing any signs of stopping and Nick noticed that the grass around them was getting muddier. Should I push her? Nick thought to himself he was so tempted and he couldn’t help himself. “Hey Judy what’s that over there?” Nick asked pointing to something in the distance
“what are you looking at? I don’t see anything” as Judy stood there Nick got his paw ready on her back. One, two, three. Nick pushed Judy watching her fall into the mud, she looked up at Nick caked in mud “Nick! Why would you do that?” She yelled, Nick couldn’t help but laugh but then he saw her purple eyes watering up and his heart sank. “Oh god I’m sorry Judy I just thought that it would be funny” Nick said
“Well can you help me up please?” Judy asked as she out her paw out to Nick. He put out his paw to help lift Judy out but was shocked when she grabbed him and pulled him into the mud. “Hey I thought you were angry at me for pushing you” Nick said as he wiped the mud out of his fur.
“It’s a thing called acting” Judy said smirking
“sly bunny” Nick replied
“dumb fox”

The two animals lay in the mud laughing at what just happened. “Well what do we do now?” Nick asked Judy looked at him “tag your it” she said as she punched him.
“Ow is a game of tag you don’t have to punch” Nick replied as the two chased each other around trying to tag each other. During their game the rain got heavier and the two were sliding all over the place and falling over until Nick fell on top of Judy. The pair stopped as they lay there on each other out of breath, “I love you Judy Hopps”
“I love you Nicholas Wilde” they both leaned in for a kiss, the mud and the rain were never going to ruin this moment.

Sorry for the delay on this, but I hope you enjoyed it :)

anonymous asked:

Hi, I don't have a Larry blog but I came to know 1D when they released their latest album and it took me a while but then I found your blog and I wanted to ask you something: Do you think that Harry and Louis have a good relationship? As in healthy, stable and mature I mean. I know you've been in the fandom for a long time so I thought you're the best person to ask this question.

Yes, actually. I look at how they’ve dealt with situations that would break most people, and I’m incredibly impressed with them. That’s why I say that they should be teaching workshops on how to relationship.

Pan Imagine

I have no idea what to call this and im sorry. But hella Pan ouat feels have been happening lately so here you go

Requested: Nah man


word count: 890

Being the only ‘lost girl’ wasn’t as bad as some would think. The boys treated me like I was a fragile doll when I first arrived however, they didn’t want anything to do with me. Like if they even spoke to me, they would be in trouble.

It took a while for them to acknowledge me, I’d say 3 months. For those 3 months the only friend I had was truly Pan. I was told he was a monster, a demon without a shadow and that he was trouble. 


No words were said between me and this thing. It crept into my room early in the morning, I found it on my wall was intrigued. How could a shadow be shown when there was nothing in the way?

It didn’t move, it just stayed, so I continued with my morning, getting ready for school and looking presentable.

That’s when it ‘attacked’? I guess you would say, I was checking my phone one moment and the next I was out my window and flying high above my Storybrooke. I was at a loss of words, I didn’t know if it was just a hallucination or if I was dreaming, but in the distance my father was yelling my name. 

After a good 30 minutes I was promptly dropped on my ass. I was in a forest, it was dark-ish and it sounded like I was by a waterfall.

I followed the sounds and was met with a grotto. 

I was taken back by the beauty. But I was biting back tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes. I was scared, I didn’t know where I was and I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to find the shadow that brought me here and make it take me back.


I was on a walk after the morning duties were taken care of, I wasn’t in much of a mood to deal with the lost boys at the moment, it was too early to do anything fun anyway.

As I approached the grotto, I was taken back. There sitting on a rock behind the waterfall was a girl, she was small and had Y/C hair. She couldn’t be much older than 16, I could tell she was scared. 

Cautiously, I stepped towards the girl. But my foot slipped and her head snapped forward. “Who are you?” She asked, she stood up and started backing away. I didn’t answer, “are you alright? Who brought you here?” I asked. “I’m Y/N, tell me who you are” she demanded. 

“I’m Pan, are you alright?” I asked again, she nodded her head. I was taking in deep breaths, I didn’t want to scare her at all. “Do you want to come back to our camp? Get some food? Maybe sleep?” I asked, “uhm sure” she said. I offered her my hand, after a bit of hesitation she grabbed my hand, and on the inside I started feeling warm. I couldn’t help but smile as I led her towards our camp.

End of flashback 

I was helping out with the washing after breakfast when Pan came back. He seemed off, he had this mean aura to him. “Felix, go take Y/N to the grotto, i’ll come get you later” he demanded. No emotion was in his voice, it was loud and stern. 

Felix came to me, grabbed my forearm and started dragging me out of the camp. I never had the greatest attitude with him, so it was probably good he had a strong grasp on me.

He dragged me to the grotto just as Pan told him and we sat behind the waterfall. We didn’t talk, Felix leaned back and closed his eyes while I looked at the water falling down. A steady, predictable continuous stream. 

“Felix?” I asked after a long silence, he didn’t answer, instead he opened one eye and looked at me.  “Y/N” “what’s wrong with Pan? I’ve never seen him like that” I answered. Again silence over came us, but this time it only lasted a few seconds. 

Felix sighed and opened his eyes fully. I turned from the waterfall to face him, I arched my eyebrow as if telling him to speak. “Pan isn’t well Y/N i’m surprised he’s managed to stay so calm around you if i’m honest. I don’t know what’s wrong this time, but it must be bad if he doesn’t want you seeing it” he answered.

In the distance, many cries were heard. I got scared, and stood up starting to run towards camp. “Y/N stop!” Felix yelled, but I just kept running. I didn’t want anything to happen to anyone.

When I got there, Felix was hot on my trail, but it didn’t matter. I saw what happened. The camp was completely destroyed, 3 or so boys were all crowding in the corner, one was hurt pretty bad and I turned my head to where they were staring. I see Pan, his eyes were completely black, he was pale and he looked terrifying.

I couldn’t help the gasp that left my mouth. 

Almost immediately his eyes changed back and a look of concern washed over his face. “Y/N, no” he said, but it was too late. I ran, I ran as fast as I could away from the camp.

And Pan.

anonymous asked:

okay so are you playing with your friends or random strangers? i wonder if a team can even win or play properly if they can't communicate with each other and since none of my friends play it i'd have to join random ppl all the time :o

both! you can still talk to ur teammates through the team chat and most of the time everyone’s really friendly. admittedly tho it’s way more fun w/ friends!!! but tonight i played with the nicest zenyatta and zarya who kept giving me shields and healing me while i took out any pesky flankers giving them trouble so we all balanced pretty well! :> it rly just depends but it’s super easy to make friends in ow.

pariahsdream  asked:

I know you dig Johnny with the short-sleeves and the gloves, but what do you think of the newest version of his costume? I kinda dig it but it really does help who illustrates it.

It took me a little while to get used to it, but I do actually really like it. I agree that it depends on who’s illustrating it – I don’t know how well it comes off in cartoonier styles. There’s a slick look to it in Uncanny Avengers that I think really works.

I do kind of wish everyone could come to an agreement on what’s going on with his hair, though.

“Greg the Babysitter” instant reaction

I’m watching straight through with no pauses or rewinds; the clock starts as close to “We!” as possible.

0:00 - I think we officially have nothing left in the summer-long promo.
0:20 - Lamar and Katie, for the second time in three days.
0:34 - The mudnado. That’s… a creative name.
0:46 - “Hold the phone.” Now give the phone to me.
0:58 - Philosophy Majors coming back.
1:10 - Dude, are you actually doing nothing else besides waiting by the pad.
1:24 - Rose reading the adult comic?
1:35 - “I need a little change”. I’ll have to break down this song later.
2:00 - Oh. That kind of change. That took me a while.
2:18 - Vidalia’s back!
2:30 - My position on babies is: They are cute when I can get rid of them at the end of the day.
2:54 - She’s sassy.
3:24 - Dude, you’re being a pretty shitty house guest.
3:42 - LIL BUTLER did return.
3:55 - She only asked him to take off his shirt because he’s cuuuuuuuute.
4:20 - Looks like Greg’s got a job.
4:45 - But can we get any Amethyst/Vidalia interaction, please?
4:56 - That’s fair.
5:04 - HAHAHAHAHAHA “meh”.
5:23 - “Where did you get this mini-human from?” Rose loves babies. Instantly.
6:14 - All humans are the same to Rose? But, like, she’s been around forever. Does she just mean in general?
6:35 - Oh, OK.
6:50 - Soft notes of Rose’s Theme.
7:10 - That’s deep.
7:20 - GODDAMMIT, it’s not just about the music, it’s actually meaningful stuff.
7:39 - Also, I did notice earlier the fry shop had a different name.
8:07 - hahahahahahaha good job everyone
8:23 - “lots of accidents happen there every day” or something like that
9:00 - Oops. That’s not good.
9:21 - Sour Cream is super-cool.
9:40 - YES YOU DO, ya dingus.
10:04 - I was hoping this would be a recurring job for him.
10:22 - “That’s not really relevant to my question.” True.
10:42 - And he just got hired, walking in without a shirt? Okay.
11:07 - “meh”

My thoughts on that episode are slightly more positive than Sour Cream’s “meh”. Cute, entertaining, not heartbreaking, and mildly informational.