why do i have emotions ugh

This… has been sitting on my computer for a couple weeks. I’m not gonna finish it. But if you’re curious, it’s some thumbnails for the story I mentioned in this sketch dump here x. I just wanted to animate Nick landing in the cage which is why the camera angle doesn’t change (and I wanted to animate him hugging Judy…). The pacing of this is quicker than it would actually be though, because without any dialogue or the Coyote in the scene it would be a lot of Nick pretty much just staring off to the left. …..Anyway. I thought I should post it. Also, I know he doesn’t movie his tail around nearly as much in the movie but drawing Nick’s tail swishing around was fun haha

Juliette Ferrars throughout the series
  • Juliette in Shatter Me: I fucking hate Warner I hate him I need him to die he is such a terrible sadistic man ugh but omg Adam Adam Adam I love Adam he and I were meant to be and I love him omgggggg
  • Juliette in Unravel Me: Okay so maybe Warner isn't so bad but idk I still kind of fucking hate him but wait Adam isn't so good he's actually kind of a jerk but idk ugh why do I have such terrible taste in guys aND WHY AM I ATTRACTED TO WARNER WTF IS WRONG WITH ME HELP MY EMOTIONS ARE CONFUSING ME HELP IM DROWNING
  • Juliette in Ignite Me: You know what? Fuck it. Warner is hot. Warner is sexy. Idgaf anymore, the cat is out of the bag like omfg he is fineeeee. I love Warner, all he needs is love, all he is misunderstood he just needs to be loved and I love him so yeah. Also fuck you Adam I never liked you anyway k bye
Jeff Atkins x Reader | Friendzone - (Part 2)

A/N: Highly requested. Here it is ! Hope you all enjoy it. Be sure to follow me and send me feedback as it’s always appreciated.

(Part 1)

Originally posted by juggiehead

“Hey are you okay ?” Zach asked. I sniffled and turned around to look at him “Yeah I’m perfectly fine” I faked a smile. “Theirs no need to lie. I can tell you’re not okay” he now took the seat beside me. My eyes were probably blood shot. Ugh why do I have to be such an emotional wreck at times. “You wanna talk about it ?” he asked. “Not right now but thanks for the concern Zach” I gave him a small smile and stood up dusting the back of my shorts.

Clay’s P.O.V

Hannah and I looked at each other at the same time when (Y/N) walked out. “The poor thing, I feel so bad for her” she said. “Same here. I should probably go check on her” I stood up. “At this state don’t expect her to explain herself” I nodded at her in assurance and started to walk out but Jeff stopped me. “Hey Clay. Where you think you going man ? I thought you and Hannah were hitting it off pretty well” he said. “Well we are having a good time, theirs no problem” I said and tried to walk past him but he still blocked me. “Then where are you heading ? Something serious ?” He questioned.

“Just worried about (Y/N) thought I’d check on her since she doesn’t seem well” I said and walked right past him this time not bothering to answer any more questions. I could feel he was close behind me. Why worry about a friend the most when they’re hurt. (Y/N) looked like she was just leaving as she dusted off the back of her shorts and Zach standing up after.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

“Hey (Y/N), are you okay ?” Clay asked. “Yep I’m fine, I was just leaving” I nodded. He understood what I meant and walked back into the house. Jeff was behind him. “(Y/N/N) why are you leaving ? What happened ?” Jeff asked as he rushed towards me. “It’s nothing Jeff, don’t worry about it. I’m just feeling a bit under the weather right now and all I’d like is a bit of space” I sighed. “Yeah okay sure thing. Go home safe and take it easy. Message me if you need anything” he pulled me in a for a hug and kissed my forehead. I nodded in return and waved him off. “You wouldn’t mind me walking you home would you ?” Zach asked. “Not at all” I giggled. He’s so sweet to actually stay, of course Jeff couldn’t read my emotions. Why do I crush on this boy anyway

It was a good walk, I got to learn a lot more about Zach and he learnt more about me. We were now a few feet away from my house, their was a calming silence between us both. “You sure you’ll be okay” he asked one last time when we reached my front door. “I’m sure of it. Thank you so much for walking me home, I really do appreciate it” I pulled him in for a hug and wrapped my arms around his neck, the struggles of hugging this boy since he’s so tall. I love it.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow at school” he raised a brow. “Yepp I’ll see you then” I bit my lip. “Okay bye” he waved off and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “Bye” I waved back and shut my front door. I sighed out loud as I felt a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders. As sweet as Zach may be, I still only have feelings for Jeff at this moment. I walked up to my bedroom getting undressed and slipping on my pyjamas then going back to studying. My notifications went off ‘Thanks for making my not so boring night 10x better, I’m glad I got to end a good evening with you xx’ - Zach. Aww that’s so thoughtful of him. I started blushing from his text and replied back ‘Aww thanks Zach for tonight ! I had a good time in those 15 mins. See yah x’. I locked my phone and decided to call it a night, I needed a rest after all that drama.

Next Day

I woke up early the next morning at 6:30 and decided to spend my half an hour on having breakfast and getting ready for school. Their was no rush since I could walk to school and it was at least 20 mins away but I didn’t mind because I needed the cardio. I got dressed wearing a plain black crop top, fishnet stockings, ripped denim skinny jeans paired with black and white converse. I tied up my hair in a high ponytail since the heat was unbearable. I grabbed my back and left at 7:15, reaching school at 7:42.

I pushed through the double doors and went straight to my locker. I started packing my bag for the day when out of a sudden a familiar voice whispered “Miss me ?”. I shook in fright and turned to see Zach “Gosh, please don’t do that ever again” I held my hands on my chest trying to steady my heartbeat. “Uhm so I was wondering if you have any plans tonight ?” He asked. “Nope I don’t think so, why ?” The curiosity starting to build. “I was just wondering if you’d like to go out tonight for dinner at 7 ?” He suggested. “Sounds like a plan Dempsey, I’ll see you then” I grinned. He started walking backwards then shouted “I’ll pick you at at 6:30” and winked.

I didn’t realise I was still in daze at the thought of going on a date tonight with Zach when Jeff stood in front of me. “What was that all about ?” He asked and looked back then back at me. “What’s it to you ?” I short back. “I care for you. I don’t trust any of my mates to go out with you” he said and crossed his arms over his chest. “I appreciate that you care but I’m going out with Zach tonight” I said and pushed past him. He started following me “You aren’t going anywhere with him, go cancel on him because I won’t allow it” he stood in front of me. “I’m going with Zach tonight and that’s final !” I yelled, earning stares from a few people.

Jeff looked around us and pulled me into an empty classroom “Why are you being so difficult. It’s for your own good and he isn’t for -” we were cut off by moans in the corner of the classroom. It was Zach and Sheri “Are you fucking kidding me ? I shouted. Jeff was ready to grab my wrist. ”(Y/N) wait" Zach started chasing after me.Why does life have to be so cruel ? Why does everyone have to always turn their back on me ? Why do I think that life is going to be okay ? Why do I even try ? I went to the girls bathroom and into the first vacant stall that I could find. I let the tears fall, I might as well ease my pain now then later. I can’t stand to see the world anymore.

The bell then rang 5 minutes later. I used the back of my hand to wipe away my tears, went to the sink to rinse my face and go to my first lesson which was Maths. Just great that I have Jeff and Zach in the same class. I walked into class getting stares from both Zach and Jeff, as well as other familiar faces. I walked to the back of the class instead of my usual seat next to Jeff. “Hey do you mind if I sit here today ? You can take my seat next to Jeff” I hoped and prayed in that moment that this kid was okay to switch. My prayers were answered when he said “Yeah sure” and walked to seat without any further questions. Zach and Jeff watched my every move, right now I couldn’t care less. I took a quick glance at my presence on my front camera feeling blessed that my eyes weren’t bloodshot this time.

They don’t deserve to know that I’m weak. Luckily this lesson the teacher hadn’t asked me to answer any questions as she usually does, since I’m her pet then she always makes me answer her questions. I guess she got the memo like Jeff and Zach that right now wasn’t a good time to talk to me or ever for a while.

It was now the end of the day and I pushed past the double doors with more force because of my anger. I jogged downstairs and speed walked to the pavement to walk home. “(Y/N) !” I heard my name being yelled and a car honk. Zach was following me “I’m so sorry” he said. “Don’t be, I’m sorry for actually believing that someone would like me for once. Jeff was right. Fuck all of you, I’m done with life” I said and not bothering to look back at him. “At least let me give you a ride” he offered. “I’d rather not” “(Y/N) please it’s the least -” he was cut off by Jeff. “Bro she’s not interested leave her alone” Jeff scoffed. Zach didn’t say anything further and drove off.

I was glad that Zach was gone but I don’t want to have to deal with Jeff. “(Y/N) at least look at me” he said walking next to me. “No. Now go back to your girlfriend and leave me alone” I picked up my pace. I didn’t go to the gym for nothing these past few months, it’s for situations like this so I can run away easily. “Why are you being so complicated ? I was just trying to help you and -” I cut him off short by placing my lips on his. The butterflies in my stomach were all over the place. Did I just make the worst mistake or the best choice ? 

A/N: My apologies if it’s not the way you guys were hoping for it to be, their will be a part 3 and in future their will be another imagine that’s something like this but of course different. Love you all and thank you for being patient for this one xx

a fickle thing; pt 1

HAHAHAHAHA no this was not a good idea, I’ll admit that much. Also, I have SO MUCH fic to catch up on in this fandom, *_* You all have been SO BUSY!

“Hm,” Obi frowned. “You must have had bad taste back then.”

Shirayuki jerked where she sat, perched atop a rough-hewn stool. Honestly, she was never going to understand what it was about Obi that managed to pry all of her more youthful, asinine stories from her, but she was determined to put a stop to it if abuse was all she was going to get.

“What! Why would you –”

“Well,” Obi interrupted, grinning. “Only a real idiot would ever think it acceptable to break your heart, Miss.”

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some drarry fic recs!

In response to this post.

@trillgutterbug (wtf i guess replies are broken rn)

Oh man. If you’re having the same problem then this is only going to make it worse, but I don’t blame you bc I’m also constantly on the hunt for recs XD

I’ve been zipping through so much fic it’s hard to keep it all straight, but here’s just some of the things I’ve enjoyed recently. For clarity, they ALL have porn:

  • In Evidence of Magical Theory by bixgirl1 (43k)
    In which Harry and Draco can’t fight, and so they fall in love instead.
    When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, the pair are forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible.
    (So, this is probably the fic I’ve lost my mind over the most in the recent past. It’s so good and full of the best tropes - accidental bonding, forced bed sharing, incredible amounts of pining, super super hot porn. [8th year fic, btw.] But honestly I would recommend ANYTHING by @bixgirl1. I’ve actually been working my way through her entire catalog recently and most of the tabs I have open on my phone are by this author. Seriously, just browse her various work until something grabs you, you’ll love it.)

  • Just Go With It by loveglowsinthedark (3k)
    The prompt: Draco is a telemarketer who calls Harry trying to sell him stuff; phone sex ensues.
    (Just a quick little bedtime story, lol. I’m reccing this because I JUST read it last night and I LOVE phone sex fic, lol. I’m weak for it. So here you go.)

  • As Beautiful As the Day by Lomonaaeren (8.5k)
    Seeing Draco Malfoy on his broom, illuminated from behind by sunlight, turns out to be a defining moment for Harry, and awakens parts of himself he never knew were there.
    (Another one that I’m recc’ing because I just read it - this morning in fact! But it’s very good and sweet and hot. Harry is approaching 40 when he sees Malfoy playing as Seeker in a professional Quidditch game and has a realization about his sexuality. Good stuff.)

  • Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (20k)
    In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.
    (This is prob the only fic on this list that I didn’t read in the immediate past. I just had to make sure to include it though because I loved it so damn much. If you want porn, just read this. It has everything. All the porn you could ever need or want or imagine and all of it is positively dripping with emotion. I remember commenting that I “felt each [sex] scene in my entire body.”  Highly recommended.)

  • You Send Me (Honest You Do) by firethesound (37k)
    As far as potion accidents go in general, and deaging incidents go in particular, Draco knew this could have been so much worse. Harry only lost about ten years, and all his memories are still intact. But the sight of him looking as if he’s stepped straight out of Draco’s Hogwarts memories has dredged up a whole mess of complicated feelings Draco thought he’d buried years ago, and Draco really doesn’t know what to do with any of it.
    (This is simply the latest by @firethesound​ so you know it’s good. Another legendary Drarry author whose tone with these two is always pitch-perfect, and someone else whose catalog I would recommend browsing if you haven’t.)

  • Just Friends (or Why Draco Malfoy Shouldn’t Have Sex in His Office) by  unadulteratedstorycollector (35k)
    Harry and Draco are Auror partners, friends, and um… well, that’s it. Yes, Hermione, that is it. At least it is until Harry catches him doing a certain something that he can’t get out of his mind.
    (Ugh, palpable, palpable sexual and emotional intensity. A terrific Draco characterization. Super passionate. Some explicit Draco/Blaise in the first chapter, too, if you’re into that kinda thing.)

  • Like A Real Family by Queenie_Mab (10.8k)
    Harry thought he had all he wanted in life, raising Teddy and being the parent he’s always wanted to be, until he experiences what life with a partner could be like. Now if only Draco wasn’t straight.
    (A verrryyy cute fic. I love dad!Draco so MUCH. And he’s great here, such a sweet and devoted father to Scorpius. Also, ridiculous amounts of pining.)

  • Rough Magic by birdsofshore (28k)
    Malfoy’s magic has run wild. But though wild magic is unpredictable and greatly feared, Harry’s damned if he’s going to let Malfoy rot in St Mungo’s while they work out what to do with him.
    (Ughhh, every time Draco starts losing control of his magic, it’s SO intense. There is also a surprisingly terrific Millicent Bulstrode characterization here. But really birdsofshore is another author whose entire library is a safe bet. I definitely recommend browsing through it.)

  • The Den of So-Called Iniquity (4k), Grind (2.2k), & The Placebo Sequence (6.8k) by Snegurochka
    (I’m rec’ing three because they are all so goddamn good and short and all on the same level of intensity. Extremely powerful writing that will leave you breathless. I remember losing my MIND reading these, and then just screaming in the comments about how I couldn’t understand how they could possibly be so intense.)

Alright, that oughta do for now, lol. Hope you find something here that you enjoy!

Bird With a Broken Wing II

Part I

The subconscious was a dark sprawling landscape of amorphous, shifting shapes. Nothing stayed the same, even the trees twisted and grew every which way, the branches sometimes stretching up, but also plunging sideways and down as well, until it was impossible to tell which were the branches and which were the roots. Deep inside one such tangle, lay Anxiety, curled up in on himself and shivering.

It turned out that disappearing was not as easy as it seemed. Anxiety could admit it, he hadn’t really thought out his plan that well. He’d sort of figured that if he went deep enough into the subconscious, he would just stop existing. But here he was, still existing, a very cold, very hungry existence.

Although, maybe he wasn’t wrong. Maybe he just had to go deeper. It was worth a shot. After all, he didn’t know that wasn’t true. And if it wasn’t? Well, he still die anyways, and at that point he’d hopefully be far enough away from Thomas’s conscious mind to stop affecting him. He’d try again the morn-well, after he slept. There wasn’t really any such thing as a morning here.

Anxiety shifted, trying to get more comfortable in the hard knotted tangle of tree limbs. He’d decided to crawl in here after his legs threatened to give out from exhaustion. He’d been hoping it would be warmer inside. It was, but not by much.

Anxiety rolled on his side. As his exhausted as his body was, his mind couldn’t stop working. Had the others noticed he was gone by now? He’d left a note explaining everything, but it was in his room, and it wasn’t like the others went in there that often, or ever.

Anxiety wasn’t really sure what had prompted him the leave the note. But he’d still written it. So that maybe, just maybe, there was some chance of someone remembering him when he was gone. He thought that Morality might at least. And he supposed Logic would appreciate having a logical explanation for his disappearance. Prince, of course, would just throw a party.

Although, this assumed they’d actually found it by now. He doubted it. Maybe in a few weeks once they’d actually noticed he was missing.

Feeling even more miserable than he had before, Anxiety pulled his hoodie more tightly around him and squeezed his eyes shut. It would all be over soon. It had to be.

Logan could admit it, he was feeling somewhat apprehensive over being in Anxiety’s room. Not only because of the possible effects the room might have on them, but also because Anxiety was a rather private person and he doubted the other would appreciate their intrusion. Still the situation at hand took precedence over anyone’s personal comfort. They just had to find Anxiety, get an explantation from him, and then they could go.

Actually, he was surprised that Anxiety wasn’t already out here to yell at them for invading his space. Logan furrowed his brow and looked around. While the dark and ghoulish design marked the room as Anxiety’s, Anxiety himself was not present. Now growing more unsettled, Logan interrupted the conversations the other two sides were having were having. Thomas had already sunk back out after getting bored.

“It might be prudent to split up,” he said. “Since Anxiety has not yet appeared, it seems we will be required to do a more in depth search for him, and splitting up will be more efficient.”

“Ugh, Pitch Black is probably just sleeping or something,” Roman complained. “I still don’t understand why we have to go to all this trouble to find him. We already had to come to his room, what more do you want?”

That was Morality broke in.

“Roman, enough,” he snapped. “I know you two don’t get along, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t help. Maybe you’re right and he really is just sleeping. But what if he’s in trouble?”

“Indeed,” Logan interjected. “And if an emotional appeal fails to reach you, consider this. We have now seen the effects of Anxiety being missing, and they are clearly negative. If nothing else you should be concerned about the apathy Thomas is now portraying. As the representation of creativity, apathy is your true enemy, not Anxiety.”

Prince sighed, still looking put upon, but also, as Logan was pleased to note, a little chagrined.

“I suppose you have a point,” he conceded grudgingly. “But if this turns out to be some silly prank, or mean-spirited endeavor, I reserve the right to yell at him.”

“As you wish,” Logan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Anyway, Morality, you will search-“

“Upstairs,” Morality cut in. “Away from the creepy-crawly death dealers.”

“Very well,” Logan replied, biting back his exasperation over Morality’s irrational fear of the curtains. “Roman, you can can accompany him, I will search the downstairs area.”

With that he marched away from the others, peering through the dim lighting. He hoped they found Anxiety soon. This whole situation was far too disconcerting.

He peered into the kitchen. Unfortunately, not only was Anxiety not there, but it didn’t look as though the kitchen had been used in quite some time. There was a few open boxes of granola bars in the cupboards, but little else.

Feeling even more uneasy, and unsure if it was a side affect of Anxiety’s room or just a byproduct of the current situation, Logan continued searching. But just as he was ready to admit defeat, having searched every room downstairs, he heard a commotion from the landing.

He turned to see Morality hurtling down the stairs, white-faced, with a note clutched in his hand. Behind him followed Prince, now looking more serious than Logan had seen him throughout the entire situation. He could feel dread pooling in his stomach, and braced himself for the worst.

Morality skidded to a halt, looking as though his heart was about to break.

“Anxiety’s gone” he choked out. “He-he’s gone to the subconscious. He says he’s not coming back.”

Logan couldn’t breathe. This was far worse than he had predicted. The subconscious, there was a reason they never went there.

Struggling to get himself under control, he looked up at the other sides, who were now staring at him with expressions of fear and unease on their faces, begging for answers. But Logan had none.

Feeling helpless, he summed up the situation as best he could.

“We’re in trouble.“

Zircon Fic sort of thing

(I don’t know how to tittle)

Summary: Both the Zircon are being stuck in a room after the Trial, learning that they’ll be shattered. They argue then there’s a bit of fluff at the end

Warning: this is gonna be bad (aka its my first time writing ever (plus its not in my first language) so it’s probably a bit repetitve and ooc)

(its all bellow the cut)

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Me at work: holy cheesefries i am going to write so hard when I get home I wish it was right now oh man I have an Idea and it will be brilliant I am so excited because when this character will say this then that other character will be mad and it will cause tension when they do that thing later and also–

Me at home:

Originally posted by alcrego

French and First Love

They had told their parents they were going to study together. What they were originally intending to study he couldn’t quite recall, because they were instead lounging on the Murphys’ couch, watching Parks and Rec and laughing their asses off. Jared was perched on the back of the couch, weaving his hands through the dark curls in front of him to make a braid. Evan was curled up with his head in Connor’s lap, happier than he’d been in ages.

It was peaceful, after the tumult of emotion the beginning of senior had been. There were French (ah, that was what they had been studying) textbooks strewn across the floor, along with crumpled paper and several broken pencils. Jared finished the braid and hummed in disapproval when there was no hair tie on his wrist.

“Connor, do you have a hair tie?”

“Why the fuck didn’t you grab one before you started?”

“I thought I did!”

“You should have checked!”

“Ugh, fine!” Jared let go and allowed the braid to unravel. “Have your lame curls,” he muttered in a surly tone, dropping down next to the taller boy.

Connor rolled his eyes, but he looped an arm around Jared’s shoulders and tugged him into his side.

“I like his hair,” Evan said, looking up at them with a smile. Jared buried his shoulder in Connor’s shoulder and hummed neutrally, his next words coming out muffled.

“Goddammit, I love you guys.”

There was dead silence.

“Uh…” Jared’s head jerked up to see Connor and Evan staring at him. “…Kidding? Obviously, I mean we haven’t been together for even like four months yet and that’s not long enough to fall in… you know what, nevermind.”


“Don’t,” he muttered, getting to his feet. “Just forget it. I’m going home.”


“I said drop it!”

Evan was shocked into silence, sitting straight up and staring as Jared snatched his French textbook from the ground and shoved it in his backpack, muttering darkly under his breath as he stalked toward the door. The other two were jerked out of their stupor as he pulled it open harshly, accidentally hitting himself in the nose, causing him to stumble backwards and land on his ass.

“Goddammit!” He shouted. Evan scrambled over to him.

“Oh my god, are you alright what am I s-saying of course you’re not alright sorry I asked that you’re bleeding a-all over the place. That was a stupid question s-sorry but are you going to be ok or are you going to b-break- leave us please don’t leave us Jared I’m sorry if I did something but don’t walk away pleasepleasepleaseIloveyoutoogoddammit-”

“Breathe, baby,” Connor soothed, kneeling next to Evan and rubbing a hand up and down his back. “It’s fine. We’re here. Jared… Jared isn’t leaving?” It came out like a question. Jared pushed himself up on his hands, rolling his eyes.

“I find your lack of faith disturbing.” Evan gave a watery chuckle and swiped at his eyes, still breathing erratically.

“I-is now really the time t-to be quoting Star W-wars?” He swallowed harshly. “S-sorry I freaked I thought I was losing you but I shouldn’t h-have made it a-all about me, I’m really really sorry are you ok this is about you-”

“Hey.” Jared reached out to pull him close. “This is about all of us, ok? I shouldn’t have done that, of course it seemed like I was leaving. I just wasn’t thinking. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Evan says, his voice muffled in Jared’s chest. Connor sits back on his heels, huffing.

“I feel left out.” Jared rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too, Hot Topic.”

Connor laughed. “I love you, you little shit.”

“I love you both,” Evan whispers.

“I love you, baby.”

“Love you, Ev.”

It’s not exactly romance central, sitting on the ground tangled together with Jared’s nose bleeding and Evan’s tears drying and Connor’s hair getting in everyone’s face, but that’s ok because it’s them and they wouldn’t change a thing.

anonymous asked:

I have schizotypal and my therapist said me making everything about typology was an example of odd beliefs ahdhajshdhdhs I hate this

It’s not lol. This will be a long answer since it’s a frequent topic between my therapist and I.

My therapist and I understand it in a very different way:

typology helps a lot of people who have difficulty understanding others on the typical “human” level most people experience. People with low empathy autism, people with generally low or absent empathy with PDs (such as schizoid, schizotypal, antisocial and narcissistic) would be included in this lol.

A generally accepted and backed by science belief (which continues to be proven correct) is that something that makes humans different from animals is the ability to intuitively connect to an understand a person by synthesizing emotional states, and seeing things from their perspective as a person, not just logically (the logical ability to see from another persons perspective is cognitive empathy, which many low affective empathy people are very capable of, though often use it for detrimental or self interested purposes, thus the generally true stereotype that antisocials and narcissists are manipulative).

Emotional or affective empathy is pretty standard, and people without it are seen as “risks”, since they lack what is seen as the intuitive, though subjective moral compass based on affective empathy. Think “what would stop this antisocial person from murdering me since they won’t feel much, if anything about it?”. A surprising amount of people feel this way. That, or they pity us.

This brings me to my main point. Typology is a great system for being able to understand another persons point of view. It’s a very adaptive strategy. Typology helps you remember that other people are, well, people, with their own feelings, thoughts and motivations. Understanding typology gives you the intuitive insight that most people already have, but we have been deprived of. Instead of saying “oh my fucking god this person is so fucking dumb”, it becomes “man I hate fi. They have such weird reasons for doing things.”. “I fucking hate this person, they just keep stepping all over everyone, something is seriously wrong with them” becomes “ok, it’s an enneagram three, I don’t like threes or how they behave but I understand their emotional reasons for doing so”. “Why does this idiot keep ruining their life” becomes “SP blind spots are so odd, I don’t envy that lol”.

It’s not an odd belief either. People use stereotypes to understand others on a regular basis, a topic frequently explored in social psychology. I mean, it’s one of the main psychological reasons racism exists, or political ideologies and political loyalties. We just choose different stereotypes than most people. Same strategy, different system. It’s not an odd way of thinking. How often do you hear things like “liberals :/” and etc? Often. Very often. It’s just how people work.

Leads me to my annoyance with people that go “ugh why do you have to classify people with typology so much?” If I didn’t, I would continually think it’s a personal fault of someone whenever I didn’t like them, instead of “people with this function or type exist whether I like that or not”. It shifts your perspective to a more healthy one. If didn’t use typology, i would have absolutely no reference (other than my own) to understand someone’s emotional or non-logical subjective personal reasons for doing things.

Also, many low empathy people just lack the motivation and desire to get to know people as a way of discerning their motivations. “That person is an ISFJ and is probably doing that because they care about someone” is way easier for us than “oh let’s get to know this person and maybe then I’ll understand them.”

Also, for us sx users w/ low empathy out there, it’s a very helpful way of adjusting our behaviour towards specific people since we don’t get the “sense” of that person like other people do. OTHER sx users just kind of “know” the other person, we have to draw on frameworks so understand them, and the sx makes us want to do this– to adjust our understanding of the other person.

Thus why sx blinds with low empathy are so frequently distrusted… because they should be ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ they have no motivation to adjust their behaviour towards other people at all other than social acceptability, which is transparent and shallow.

Sx blinds with low empathy are very empty people, honestly… but without typology, how would I know that? Wouldn’t they just come across as distrustworthy and shallow for no reason? With typology, you can go “oh, that explains that” and not “HOLY shit this person is PRETTY EVIL”.

Ti users are fond of typology since it is a system of logical frameworks that work together to produce a coherent picture. Te users are fond of it as a quick efficient reference to understand a subject. Etc.

Not A Bad Thing ~ Part Two

Originally posted by katherine8595

Fairy-tale & AU Series Index

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I let Jang Mi drive this time, while I sat in the passenger’s seat looking over the terms of our contract. Wow, they weren’t joking. It was a thick packet which spoke on how inappropriate pictures that would ruin their image must be destroyed. It also speaks on personal space and so on.

“Wow,” I mumbled, “These guys are a big deal aren’t they?” I was speaking to myself, but I didn’t miss Jang Mi snicker beside me.

“You finally get it huh? They are big deals! What’s even a bigger deal is that Sehun is interested in you. It’s only been 4 days since the party and he’s tried to reach out to you like 4 times.” Jang Mi’s eyes stayed on the road but her smile didn’t flatten.

“I just want to do my job,” I whined, “I didn’t expect them to want us to work so quickly. If anything, Mr. Oh had something to do with it.”

“He probably wants to see you again.” She stated. All I could do was roll my eyes. I read over the contract once more as Jang Mi pulled into the parking garage of the tall building that towered over us.

At the very top of the building it read ‘EXO Inc.’ in bold dark blue words. While Jang Mi searched for a parking space in the crowded area, I took the contracts, which we had already signed, and placed it into the folder, along with the extra copies we made. I grabbed the folder in one hand, taking my phone out of my pocket with the other.

I checked the time and saw that we were not running late. That’s a relief, but for some reason…I feel tense and uneasy. I sighed, before shoving my phone back into my pocket. 

I leaned back in my seat, watching as Jang Mi backed up into a small space on the second level of the garage. As she turned off the engine, she handed my key back to me. I took my seat belt off and opened the car door, stepping out. I closed the door before opening the door to the backseat.

Jang Mi did the same thing, and we both grabbed our backpacks with our gear. The pictures for today are commercial, so basically a photo shoot. I was looking at the contract, and it made me realize this isn’t a one step project. This could space out to a month or two.

 Jang Mi was excited, while I wasn’t sure how I felt. As I shoved my car keys into one of the smaller pockets of my backpack. After putting the bag over my shoulders I shut the door. I could hear Jang Mi groan she realized all the walking that would have to be done to get off the second floor of the parking garage.

Even though Jang Mi complained the whole way, we were soon in front of the tall building. Men and women in suits were entering and exiting the building at a fast rate, all of them looking stressed and tired. Ugh, I always knew work like this wasn’t for me.

Never thought Sehun would be part of something so big. I was hoping things would be like the movies. The bully ends up somewhere awful in life while the person he bullied is doing well. A part of that is true. I am doing well, he’s just doing…better.

He promised to explain why I’ve been an emotional mess around. I don’t know what to expect. It’s trauma, isn’t it? It’s probably trauma.

Still, in my mind, it’s a sick joke from God to have me cross paths with Sehun. I don’t care what he has to say to me, and I am not trying to make any lasting impressions. I don’t want a friendship out of this either. We strolled inside, ignoring the curious looks from the passing people.

 We entered the lobby which had a high ceiling. Half of the wall on our left was glass, giving a clear view of the people walking up to enter the building. Jang Mi looked at me for guidance and I simply nodded towards the front desk where 3 women sat, looking occupied with some documents.

We walked up to the desk, waiting for them to show us some sort of attention. They kept their eyes on the papers in front of them. I clenched my teeth as one of the women glanced up at us but made no effort to assist us.

It is eight in the morning, I am not going to put up with this.

“Excuse me,” I spoke a bit loudly. Still no response. I scoffed.

“Excuse me!” I yelled, this time hitting my hand on the desk. All three of them looked up, feigning fake surprise.

“Yes, ma’am?” The one with brown hair spoke.

“We have an appointment with Mr. Oh.” I stated our business, “Yet, we aren’t sure what floor or room we are supposed to be going to.”

The woman looked us up and down, clearly wondering what business we had with Mr. Oh. It’s not because of what we’re wearing, is it? I am pretty sure that we dressed well. I glanced down at my outfit. I wore navy blue straight legged pants, that almost seemed like the bottom to suits for women. I topped it off with a cherry red blouse and a blazer that matched my pants. My hair was pulled back, to keep it out my face.

My shoes were heels that Jang Mi convinced me to wear. She said we should look professional, which I agreed with. But, there was the one time I didn’t want to wear heels. Sehun might think I’m dressing to impress him, and that’s not the case.

“An appointment?” The female repeated.

I nodded, “We are the photographers from Moment. Y/N and Jang Mi.”

She typed something into the computer and looked back up with a strained smile, “Yes, it says so right here.”

After showing her our ID, she informed us of where we were to go. We walked to the elevator, lugging our gear with us. Jang Mi pressed the button and we stood there waiting. The elevator door opened many times, floods of people joining us and exiting the next stop. Once we got to the floor, we were meet by a hallway. The door directly across from the elevator was the door that we were supposed to enter.

I stepped out the elevator first, twisting the doorknob and opening it. I peeked my head in to see a photo shoot set up. The backdrop, the computer, the lights and all that. On the farther side of the room was a large curtain that was pushed back so I could see what was behind it.

There stood 3 women who seemed to be stylists because behind them were racks of clothes. Also, there were 3 people to assist us with the photos.

These guys went all out. The assistants and stylists all came to greet us. I was completely surprised. We all discussed what the goal of today was, along with what we need to do to work together well. Jang Mi and I started setting up everything. Luckily one of the assistants brought some super loud speakers. I plugged my phone in and set it on my regular photoshoot playlist.

Jang Mi and I began to set the cameras up, and putting the together. This time we brought about 4 camera bodies and 5 lenses, along with flashes and diffusers.

After getting the cameras set and connected with the computer, the only thing that was left was the subjects themselves. I started aimlessly walking around the big and spacious room. That tense feeling was still sitting on my shoulders. I suddenly noticed a table of food, that I swear wasn’t there before.

I grabbed a fork and used that to get a piece of melon from the big bowl of fruit salad. I just keep picking up the bits of fruit and eating them. I’m not sure how much I ate, but I was focused. That’s when I felt my shoulders relax and the tense and unsettling feeling disappeared. I exhaled, and it felt like I had been holding my breath this whole time.

What could it be? Is it…is he here? As If he heard my question, I felt a presence behind me.

“Wow, you love fruit don’t you?” He snickered. I spun around to see the almighty Oh Sehun standing there. He stood in a crisp suit that was missing a tie. His black hair was slicked back with a nice side part to it. He wore an expensive looking watch on his wrist.

“Fruit is delicious,” I mumbled before turning my back to him once again to get more fruit. He moved from behind him and was standing beside me this time.

“You haven’t been answering my calls.” He stated, taking a water bottle in his hand. I chewed and swallowed the piece of watermelon that was in my mouth

“Well, of course, lover boy, it wouldn’t be any fun if I just give in, now would it?” I teased. I turned to look at him, and his eyes were already on me. My heart was starting to race again, and it’s almost like he could tell. A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

“Y/N!” Jang Mi called, I turned around to see her standing there with a smirk on her lips and one of our cameras in her hands.

“I’m sorry to interrupt the flirting, but we need Mr. Oh for the photo shoot.” She giggled and the other men were standing behind the backdrop, chuckling along.

Sehun started walking forward, paying no mind to the teasing.

“We were not flirting. I was just eating fruit.” I answered, trailing behind the handsome business man.

“Oh, is that what kids call it these days?” She sneered. I playfully hit her shoulder as she laughed.

Jang Mi will be shooting for the group and pair photos, while I will work with the individuals. I stood at the computer as she took the shots. Damn, some of them are so stiff. After some shots, Jang Mi told them to stay where they are.

She walked over to me and nearly whispered, “How are we supposed to get rid of their cold image if they are taking photos like that?” I sighed, thinking for a moment.

Jang Mi is only supposed to be my assistant. I guess I’ll probably have to take over for this whole shoot. I assured her that it wouldn’t be too much work for me. She handed me the camera and I walked towards the men who stood there with serious looks on their faces.

I inhaled and exhaled.

“Okay,” I began, “We are trying to get rid of your stiff and cold image. To do that…you can’t look so stiff. Relax! Your shoulders are so tense and your smiles and so strained!”

All the men looked at me a bit confused. I guess that they are too used to just regular business photos. Their natural smiles at that party were s carefree, but when told to smile…it looks so rough. The only person

“Here, if I relax maybe you’ll relax,” I said. I gave the camera back to Jang Mi and took off the blazer I had on, revealing my short sleeve red blouse. I also took off my heels leaving me barefoot. I tossed the two things aside earning some chuckles from the men standing there.

I didn’t mess the way Sehun smirk. I walked towards the men, stopping for a moment.

“Is it okay if I fix your clothes a bit?” I glanced behind me at the stylists. They didn’t seem to care much so I moved forward. I started making adjustments to their outfits so they didn’t seem like stuffy businessmen. When I got to the last person, it was none other than Oh Sehun.

He stood there in a full suit. It was a lot different from the outfit he was wearing when we were standing by the food table. They also put this ugly green tie on him. I couldn’t stop my face from scrunching up as I stared at the ugly tie. He snickered at my reaction, causing me to realize I’ve been standing there gawking at him.

“Take off the suit jacket,” I ordered. I sounded out of breath as I spoke and I don’t know why.  This sort of feeling was bubbling up in my chest as I stood in front of him. He took off the suit jacket and handed it to me. I took it and tossed it to the side, making sure it wasn’t gonna be in the picture.

He stood there looking at me for more instruction. Wow, his shoulders are really broad.

Y/N, focus! I shook my head slightly as if shaking off the thoughts.

“Open some of the top buttons of your button up,” I said. He did so, opening the first few buttons of the white button. I also had him open the buttons on the wrists of the shirt, before folding and pushing up the sleeves a little bit to reveal some of his forearms.

I sighed before taking a step back to look at all the men in front of me.

“Much better,” I mumbled,

“I agree,” Minseok said, “This seems a lot better than those stuffy suits.”

I nodded, walking towards Jang Mi who had the camera held out to me. I took it in my hands and started taking the photos once again. Things were looking better. Their way of posing was pretty awkward at first, but then they started to chat among themselves as I shot the pictures. It comes off well. I captured the laughs and the interactions between them all. I couldn’t help but laugh along.

“Please Jun, stop with the bad jokes.” Jongdae groaned while Junmyeon laughed at his own jokes. He said another joke and busted out laughing while the others rolled their eyes. I made to sure to capture all those moments.

“Hyung, you’re not funny.” Sehun voiced scratching the back of his head.

“Oh please, I’m totally funny. Let’s ask Y/N. Y/N, are my jokes funny?” Everyone has focused on me once again. Although it was Junmyeon who asked the question, my eyes were on Sehun. He stood there with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, waiting to hear my answer.

“I think the jokes are funny,” I answered honestly.

“See! Y/N thinks I’m funny!” He turned towards Sehun, who stood about 2 people away from him.

“Y/N also inhales fruit like it’s oxygen so maybe you both are just freaks,” Sehun replied, running his fingers through his hair.

I flinched at the word freak. I felt an uncomfortable ping in my chest. I tried to play it off.

“Hey,” I protested, “Fruit are delicious! There’s nothing wrong with that.” Although my retort was serious, Sehun gave that a smirk. That same smirk he showed in middle school and high school. While the others laughed at my protest, flashes of middle school Sehun appeared before me again. Those hateful eyes, which seemed to burn right through me.

“Oh please! I’ve never seen anyone inhale food like that. You gotta be some type of freak.” His tone was light. He was clearly teasing me and didn’t mean anything by it. But there it was. That word again.


As if it was a reflex, I took a few shaky steps back. The fear I used to feel back in those days was suddenly taking me into its grips.

“Ugh, it’s lens freak! Don’t get too close! She might rub off on you!”

“Lens freak!”

“Lens Freak!”

“Freak! Stay back!”

“Y/N?” Sehun’s voice was now drenched with concern. My grip on the camera tighten and my gaze met the floor as tears began to burn my eyes.

You can’t do this Y/N! Not here!

“Y/N?” This time it was a different voice. It was Jang Mi who stood behind me. I took a few more shaky steps back before bumping into Jang Mi who looked on with worried eyes.

“Sorry,” I said, looking up to meet the worrisome gazes of the nine men before me. I quickly wiped the tears that were brimming in my eyes.

“Sorry, sorry.” I kept repeating. Ugh, this is so embarrassing.

“I think you should take a break. I’ll take the individual photos, so you just take a seat.” Jang Mi said taking the camera out of my hands. Before I could even protest, Sehun was walking towards me. He placed his hand on the small of my back, leading towards the further end of the room.

I was so shocked by his sudden concern. My eyes met Jang Mi’s, who was also confused. His touch isn’t bothering me like I was expecting. It’s sort of…comforting.

“Just have a seat.” He whispered into my ear. One of the stylists brought a chair near the food table. I sat down and sighed.

“I’m fine,” I argued, “My mind just wandered somewhere.”

“Where on earth does your mind wander for you to start crying like that? I’ve never seen someone look so scared in my whole life.” He sounded like a parent lecturing their child.

“Just stay there and eat all the fruit you want.” He instructed. My brows furrowed and I was starting to get a bit angry. I felt like he was ordering me around.

“Mr. Oh, I am feeling well, please don’t worry.”

“Well, I can’t help but worry.”

My eyes narrowed at him in confused, He stood towering above me, his hands in his pockets once again. His eyes stayed on me like he was worried I would get up and disappear.

“Why? Why are you so concerned when it comes to me?” My voice dropped to almost a low whisper. My eyes moved to the scene behind Sehun where the individual shoots began.

 It was Kyungsoo who was up. The other 6 men were walking towards the curtain placed in the back area of the room, so they could do outfit changes. Jang Mi was doing very well behind the camera now.

I looked back at Sehun. He took his hands out of his pocket and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Y/N, I know things are confusing…but I will explain everything. I’m new to all this and I am not sure what to do. I have a meeting after this shoot. It’ll take about 2 hours. If we could meet up then, I’ll explain everything.” He said, looking down at me.

“We’ll be there too.” I looked to my left to see Jongin, one of Sehun’s brother that I haven’t heard speak much.

I looked between the two men before nodding, “Okay…I just want to figure this thing out so I can move on with my life.”

“Move on with your life?” Jongin questioned looking at Sehun for an explanation as if he would have one.

“I’ve made it clear to Mr. Oh that I do not wish to do more than business. I don’t have room in my life for anything other than my photography.” I said. I watched a strange expression come onto Jongin’s face. It almost looked like he was disappointed or even worried about something.

The rest of the shoot went pretty well. Both Sehun and Jang Mi refused to let me even touch the camera, so I watched on. I gave Jang Mi a few pointers, but that was really all I could do. It finally came to the last individual shoot, which was Sehun’s.

I took a seat near the food table as Sehun did his shoot. Of course, we met eyes every once in awhile.

“Y/N.” Someone called me. I looked towards the voice to see Chanyeol and Baekhyun standing in their suits once again. It’s like every time I make eye contact with them, flashes of middle school show up in my mind.

I showed them a strained smile before looking towards the photo shoot.

“Have you worked for us in the past?” Baekhyun suddenly questioned.

“No, why?”

“It seems like you have such a dislike for Sehun. From the moment you met him, so I was wondering if you’ve worked for him in the past? Maybe he said something to get on your bad side?”

I shook my head, “That’s not possible.”

Chanyeol nodded and agreed with my words, “You’re right it’s not possible. Cause if you had met before, he would have already mat-”

“–But anyways,” Baekhyun spoke urgently, “We have to head back to work. We are looking forward to working with you. We hope this project turns out well.”

After the shoot ended, Sehun changed back into his suit while I helped pack up some things. Jang Mi and I started putting our camera gear away.

“Let’s stop by the tech place a bit, After I drop you home, I’ll have to come back here,” I explained.

“You’ll have to come back here?” She raised an eyebrow at me. A knowing smile appeared on her lips and all I could do was roll my eyes.

“I have some things to discuss with Mr. Oh.” I tried to add casually.

She spotted what she was doing to grin, “You got some things to discuss? Sounds steamy. Is he gonna bend you over his desk and have his way with you?”

I opened my mouth to shut her down but someone from behind beat me to it.

“It’s a bit too early for that don’t you think?” I spun around, totally horrified.

“Those were her words, not mine! I am not expecting to be bent over your desk.” My words jumbled together and my face was growing hot.

“It’s fine,” Sehun assured me, “I just wanted to say goodbye before going.”

My eyebrows shot up at the almost shy man in front of me. Are we really sure this is Oh Sehun?

“Oh,” the surprise who clear in my voice, “okay. I will see you later.”

He nodded, before saying a small goodbye to Jang Mi and leaving the room.

“Wow, he is smitten with you.” Jang Mi said, “he’s like the heart eyes emoji every time he sees you.”

“I guess so.”

“I think you should give him a chance. At least get to know him, and if you don’t like him then let him down easy.” Jang Mi suggested. I bit my lip as I thought. He seems like a different person now, but I don’t think it’s healthy for my wellbeing to be around him. He brings up too many memories from the past.

Despite that, something in me has an urge to be near him. It feels like I’m having some type of internal battle.

“What am I getting myself into?” I said as the elevator doors open. This is the highest floor which has the lounge for the CEO of the company. When the elevator doors opened, I was greeted by a tall bulky man who seemed to be security.

“Y/N, they have been waiting for you. Please follow me.” He spoke in a deep and booming voice. He started walking down a hallway with dark gray walls and beautiful lights that led the way. It was pretty dim and reminded me of the hallways in a bar or club. There were multiple rooms we passed in the hallway, but soon the hallway came to a big open area with couches, a big flat screen TV, and a bar. There the 9 men talking and chatting.

My eyes found Sehun right away. He stood near the furthest wall, which was basically a big window looking over the sunset.

“Y/N,” Chanyeol said as I walked in. The guard left, leaving me to fend for myself. Sehun who’s back was to me, spun around when Chanyeol said my name.

He smiled, and I returned the gesture.

“So,” I feel a bit awkward, “you said you were gonna explain some things?”

“Yeah, of course.” He said before taking a seat on one of the couches. I walked over, sitting down next to him, but leaving as much space as I could without drawing attention to it.

“So umm…” Sehun started, “please have an opened mind, it may seem like a bit much.” I nodded my head, wondering what this could be about. I looked around at Sehun’s brothers and realized they were all watching me closely, maybe watching for my reaction? They all seemed very serious as well.

The atmosphere was so tense I laughed to ease it, “Come on, just tell me! You guys are freaking me out.”

Sehun sighed, “We are wolves.”

I blinked at him a bit confused, “Wolves? Wolves when it comes to business?”

Sehun shook his head, “No, we’re actual wolves.”

My brows furrowed as I tried to understand what he was saying, “Like you shift into wolves when there’s a full moon?”

Sehun snickered, “Not during full moons, but yes.”

I chuckled, “Are you being serious? Wolves? Really?”

Everyone in the room nodded, not a single trace of a laugh on their face. They’re serious. Should I just play along with this? Yet, if it’s a joke…why does it feel like I’m accepting it so easily?

I sat there trying to piece my scattered thoughts, “O-okay…what kind of wolves are we talking about? Like Teen Wolf type of wolves or big Twilight type of wolves?”

Sehun cocked his head to the side at my question, “I would say the Twilight type?”

I’m pretty sure my jaw had dropped as I stared at him. A wolf? Really? Is this some type of joke. As much as I wanted to leave, I wanted to know what this had to do with me.

“Every wolf has a mate. A wolf’s mate is someone who he is destined to be with. Their love and bond is something humans probably could never even understand. A wolf knows his mate the second he lays eyes on her. She becomes his everything and someone he’s set to protect.” Minseok said from the couch across from me.

“Okay…” I spoke slowly, “what does that have to do with me?” I asked. The room became that awkwardly quiet again. My eyes moved to Sehun who’s eyes were already answering my question. I looked towards the others, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.

“No, no, no. Please don’t tell me, I’m Sehun’s…mate?? That’s not possible. You guys are wolves, okay great, cool. But I’m not Sehun’s mate. There must be a mistake.”

Sehun shook his head, “There’s no mistake Y/N.”

“I thought I made it very clear that I don’t want any type of relationship with you. I don’t even want a friendship.” I exclaimed.

“I made that very clear, and now you’re telling me I’m his mate? Am I destined to be with him? I don’t believe any of this!”

This doesn’t make any sense? He made my life a living hell in my teenage years…was I his mate then? If I was his mate why would he treat me that way?

The room was silent, so I decided to speak again since no one was offering words. Their eyes stayed on me as I thought things through.

“Have you been a wolf your whole life?” I looked at Sehun with pointed eyes.

I saw a flash of hope in his eyes since I was showing interest.

“Well, I knew I was going to become a wolf when I was younger. All of the pack were there as I was growing up…I didn’t have my first transformation till my junior year of high school.” He admitted.

“He’s what we call a late bloomer.” Jongin joke, causing Sehun to roll his eyes.

My eyes focused on my hands again. As much as I don’t want to believe this wolf thing…nothing in me feels like it’s a lie. They’re wolves…okay, but being his mate? That can’t be!

“So that explains all the weird emotions I get around you?” I asked softly.

He nodded, “Yes, that happens. Along with the desire to be near each other and the desire to touch each other. That’s also why there is a sense of relief around each other.”

My eyes stayed on my hands in my lap.

This mate thing can’t be that serious right? If I reject him…it won’t be that big of a deal. Then again, the way he spoke about the mate being a wolf’s everything sounds intense. I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I can’t have him in my life!

I shot up from my seat, standing on my feet. Sehun stood up also, looking on in confusion and fear.

“Y/N, whatever I did to make you dislike me, to the point that you don’t even want to be friends, I am sorry I apologize. Please don’t leave.” Sehun said.

“It’s nothing you did,” I lied, “I just don’t have room for other relationships in my life. Plus all this is a bit much don’t you think?” I turned around to leave.

“What about tense and stressed you feel when I’m not around?” Sehun started. I stopped walking as he spoke.

“The urge to be close to me, and the urge to touch me…those weren’t in your head you know? If you didn’t feel any of those things then look me in the eyes and tell me. I’ll leave you alone after that.” He requested.

I turned around to face him, and his brows were furrowed as he watched me. Rather than replying to his statement, I sighed.

“I need time. I need time to think. After I think a bit, I’ll come to you and let you know where I am with all this. Till then, please leave alone okay?” With those words, I spun around to walk away but a wave a dizziness suddenly hit me. I stumbled a bit. My hand went up to my forehead, cause my head was starting to ache.

“Y/N? Y/N, just sit down for a bit.” Sehun said. He set a hand on the small of my back and his other hand held mine as I tried to gain my balance. The room began to spin even more, and then I felt myself falling back slightly. I was caught right away, as someone frantically called my name.

“Y/N? Y/N? What’s wrong? are you okay?” That sounded like Sehun.

“Maybe she’s tired, or she worked too hard at the photo shoot?” That sounded like Junmyeon. I slowly began to lose consciousness, the voices around fading away.

The last thing I heard was concerned voices calling out to me, and the shuffling of people moving around me.


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Originally posted by pizza-in-human-form


Please enjoy some fluffy Seungwoo written vaguely to Stars by The XX 

Generally, when you hear three solid knocks against your window pane, you should call the police.
But when I drag my fuzzy socks across the carpet and tug the curtains open, I know the slender knuckles on the opposite side of the glass belong to Han Seungwoo, so I pull the window up with little hesitation.
His dark hair is tousled from the wind and his pale cheeks are dusted with a faint blush, courtesy of the brisk, early summer breeze following his lanky frame as he leans into my bedroom, lips curled into a charming grin.
“Did I wake you, angel?” He croons playfully.
Despite my bleary state, I flush pink and shake my head no, stepping back so he can clamber gracefully into my bedroom.
In the blink of an eye, his slender arms wind around my waist and his chin rests atop my head. My face is settled comfortably beneath his throat and when I inhale his scent of clean laundry and mint, I find myself practically going limp in his arms.
“Missed you.” Seungwoo murmurs into my hair, kissing my temple.
“Missed you, too.” I answer quietly into his worn cotton tee.
When he pulls back, his grin has softened into a tender smile. Intertwining our fingers, he whispers, “I have a surprise for you.”
My eyebrows arch skeptically. “Surprise?”
He nods assuredly like a child who knows he’s destined to snag the last cookie from the cookie jar.
“It’s a surprise, baby.” He stresses, padding around my slightly disheveled room and fishing out a pair of flannel pajama pants and a sweater from the mop of clean, albeit unfolded, laundry atop my bed. “First, we’ve gotta bundle you up. Can’t have the birthday girl getting sick now, can we?”
I wrinkle my nose as I step lazily into the pants, pulling it over my ratty basketball shorts.
A squeak leaves my mouth when Seungwoo tugs on the waistband to pull me nearly against his hips and tie the strings into a startlingly neat bow. When I glance up at him, flustered, he simply smirks down at his handiwork and teasingly pats my tummy.
In spite of myself, I giggle sheepishly.
His finger taps the tip of my nose and he breathes, “Cute,” before guiding my arms through the sweater.
“I believe this belongs to me.” Seungwoo muses quietly.
“Oh! You can have it back, I’ll just-”
“I’m not just talking about the sweater, sweetheart.”
I exhale in surprise and hide my face in his chest, groaning quietly. He cards a hand affectionately through my hair, chuckling. 
I slide my feet into a pair of sneakers and slide my phone into my pocket. Seungwoo helps me through the window, effortlessly lifting me up and frankly, it takes a lot of effort on my part to refrain from thinking about the way his biceps must have flexed to support my weight.
The mode of transportation tonight is his trusty bicycle. It’s not unreasonable to say the bike catalyzed our relationship; after all, we wouldn’t have started talking if Seungwoo hadn’t run into me and knocked me over.
I balance myself on the pegs and rest my hands securely on his broad shoulders.
“Do I at least get a hint as to where we’re going?” I fight the urge to absolutely whine at him.
“No, just be grateful that I’m not blindfolding you.”
A string of mild profanities might have left my mouth but I sigh in defeat and let Seungwoo lead me because he’d never lead me wrong.

I’m not sure how long it takes to arrive at the mysterious destination because between his cheesy jokes and suave compliments, I find it exceedingly easy to lose track of time when I’m with Han Seungwoo.
“No way.” Before me are several large domes, resting upon a marvelously white building.
The sign reads ‘Space Observatory’ and when I look back at Seungwoo, he seems to be observing me with a quiet smile on his sweet face.
“Surprise?” He offers, interlocking our fingers.
“But…how?” My brow knits in confusion because visiting hours are definitely over, but Seungwoo jingles a pair of keys and whistles breezily because our night has barely begun.
“I might have friends in special places.” He says, shrugging playfully, bumping his shoulder against mine.
I shake my head. “You never fail to leave me in awe.”
I offer a sidelong glance and he winks, squeezing my hand. “Not for lack of trying.”
Though it seems illegal, the empty observatory is soothing. Seungwoo’s boisterous laugh bounces off the walls and echoes beyond the equipment and metal and paint and glass, etching itself into my memory.
I’m caught up reading a display detailing black holes when he calls my name sweetly, beckoning me up the stairs.
We find ourselves on the rooftop and across the way is an imposingly large telescope. The city lights twinkle vaguely in the distance and when Seungwoo tilts my chin upward, I gasp at the stars sprinkled against the darkest blue canvas of sky.
After several moments entranced by the night sky, my gaze flickers to Seungwoo.
His smile reaches his bright eyes and he gently brushes my cheek with his fingers. “What do you think?”
My mouth opens and closes several times before I manage a coherent response. “I think I…oh my god Seungwoo this is…” I trail off when I feel a lump of emotion in my throat. “This is…more than IcouldeveraskforandIloveyou.”
His eyes widen in surprise and my face flames; it doesn’t matter that it’s dark, he can probably still see the violently red tint to my cheeks and oh no why did I ramble like that why don’t I have self control what if this totally scares him away UGH DUMb-
Seungwoo crashes my panicky train of thought my cupping my face and leaning down to press his mouth softly against mine. I sigh, pliant in his firm hold, and he strokes my cheeks with his thumbs, humming happily as I wind my arms around his neck.
He smiles into the kiss and when he pulls away, his eyes burn brighter than all the stars suspended in varying degrees of gravity, millions of light years away, just above our heads.
“I love you, too.” His voice is low and soft and the most idiotic, bashful smile spreads across my face.
“I’ll tell you I love you for every star in the universe.”
Still blushing, my voice cracks slightly when I roll my eyes and scoff, “Seungwoo, there are like millions and billions-
“Then I will kiss you.”
This shuts me up quickly and when he leans down for another kiss, he brushes another happy birthday wish against my mouth.

Originally posted by victon

for @hanseungwho HAPPY BIRthDAY BOO ILY I hope you liked it 

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I ask, from your observations, how do James L, Anto and Samuel play Scorpius differently? I only saw James L as Scorpius and he was amazing, but I'm also curious how the different actors play the same character. Thanks!

Ugh, I’m sorry this took me so long. I don’t know why I’m having trouble with it. Maybe the feelings are all still too raw, woe is me. :D It’s also hard for me to put it into words. 

Anthony is very physical in how he portrays Scorpius. His emotions are less evident on his face, but he communicates them very clearly through his body language. I think he’s the most deeply inside Scorpius as he plays him. Some people have said that James is more emotional, but I don’t agree. I think Anthony is just as emotional, only he expresses it differently. I think Anthony is the angriest Scorpius by quite a large margin. He’s also the squirmiest. When Hermione has him at wand point, when Draco is holding him down on the desk, he never stops moving, his feet slide along the floor. He’s the Floorpiusest of all the Scorpiuses.

James is more delicate than Anthony and much stiller. Her face is more overtly expressive and she cries more openly. Anthony used to cry a lot more early on. She’s still very geeky, but not as flamboyantly as Anthony.

I’ve only seen Samuel once, and I’d say that he’s the most childlike of the three of them. The most squeaky and jumpy and enthusiastic. I’ll write more, hopefully, the next time I see him. 

If anyone else wants to add their insights to this point, I’d love that, I don’t feel like I’ve really expressed myself as well as I’d like to.

The Signs as texts 2 in the morning

Aries: “I have so many things going on in my head that I could shit it out and serve it to you in 9 cakes”

Taurus: “I just feel like, maybe if you injected cake mix into your veins, bc our internal body temperature us 98.6, like i could sleep and it could bake over might???”

Gemini:“…so yeah that’s why i believe I have the power to move things with my mind if i try hard enough”

Cancer: “like, you know like, emotions are just UGH and im like what? But then they come like WOAH , like, you know right?”

Leo: *is overly suspicious* “i can just tELL yoU knOW, lIke, but The LoOK IN TheiR eyEs, tHEy thINk iM anNoyINg!!!”

Virgo: “Wth r u textIng me at this ungodly hour imm stILl doing homework do NOT DISTurb me!”

Libra: “but if Mary was the Mother if God, and God was a known as the lamb, did Mary have a Little Lamb???”

Scorpio: “yeh so if he doesn’t like me back that’s completely ok he’d just ALL ive been thinking about and my life will pretty much just temporarily collapse but no biggy”

Sagittarius: “nights like these i wanna run away in a ‘67 Chevy Impala and listen to radiohead and drive by the beach”

Capricorn: “i really wanna get close to him, you know? I’m just scared to open up”

Aquarius: “So like…do you think aliens exist too?”

Pisces: “i once ate a watermelon seed and my dad scared me into thinking a watermelon would grow inside me and i got reallt scared my stomach would explode and id die and u started crying ok gn”

anonymous asked:

can you do a poly! with jb and mark or whit baekhyun and chanyeol, please?? <3 thank u

this monstrosity was put together by a mark stan (Maddi) and a jb stan (me) so I hope you enjoy lmao

Admin Michelle

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

  • they’d both be soosooosooo overprotective of you
  • like even if there was a puddle one of them would carry you over it bc they didn’t want you to possible slip
  • “I’m going to get takeout”
  • “No you’re not”
  • “Im Jaebum I am going to get takeout”
  • “No ill go get it, something could happen to you”
  • such chill dates you guys
  • these two would eat you out of house and home
  • but they’d love you so much
  • you’d probably be the one initiating skinship the most
  • just kinda laying over the both of them and hoping one of them will cuddle you
  • they’d both be so so embarrassing wow
  • JB being really sassy and you two having to deal with his shit
  • you’d honestly spend a lot of time watching movies and going for walks
  • very simple and fun dates where you guys can just chill and have a good time
  • both of them would be very jealous tho
  • like if you were spending a bit more time with one than the other
  • so you’d have to make sure that you were paying enough attention to the both of them
  • cooking absolutely would not happen
  • there’d be lots of teasing from the both of them but mostly from JB
  • sometimes you guys will just sit around and talk
  • and if you or JB see mark kinda closing off
  • you’ll get him to talk more
  • both of them would be a quiet love honestly
  • they’d be less likely to confess a lot and they’d each have their own way of doing so
  • when JB does it’ll be after lots of teasing
  • and mark would probably do it every once in while when you’re just sitting around
  • there would be so much laughter between all of you
  • mark may be a bit forgetful and may not notice somethings but JB definitely would
  • so if you’ve cut your hair or something JB would be the one who reminds mark to compliment you
  • both of them would snapchat you a lot when they’re gone
  • I think both of them would take a bit of convincing in this just because of how possessive they could be
  • convincing mark to sing for the both of you
  • both of them being your personal cheerleader
  • both of them getting really flustered when you compliment them too much
  • they’d both want to be taken care of when they’re home so good luck with that
  • you and mark trying to convince jb to get matching couple outfits
  • “I’m not wearing that”
  • “but it’ll look so great on you”
  • “no”
  • “Jaebum plzzz. Mark said he’d wear it”
  • “he did?”
  • “mhmm”
  • “….give me that.”
  • they would both take great care of you and put you first
  • both of them climbing all over you in the morning to try and wake you up
  • the two of them would both probably be actually really afraid of you leaving them
  • so sometimes talks would get deep and emotional and you’d all just have to reaffirm your love for each other
  • them being so dorky that you don’t even know why you started dating to begin with
  • mark doing aegyo and you and jb yelling at him to calm down
  • both of them wanting you to wear their clothes as much as possible
  • “(Y/N)~ where’s the sweater I got you?”
  • “What? it needs to be washed.”
  • “you should go grab a different one from the drawer.”
  • “But im already comfortable in this”
  • “(Y/N)~”
  • “Ugh okay okay”
  • there wouldn’t necessarily be fights between the 3 of you
  • mostly bc mark doesn’t seem the type and we all know JB is more of a mediator
  • so there’d be more discussion than anything
  • and I think JB would only really blow up if you weren’t cooperating
  • “come in here and talk to us”
  • “No I don’t want to deal with this right now”
  • “(Y/N) come in here. Now.”
  • but if talking wasn’t working, things would definitely get a bit out of hand and it would be bad
  • buuuut everyone would calm down after a while and it would be okay
  • they’d both be really passionate in sex but I think JB would be the rougher of the two
  • either way they’d both be very very giving and would make sure that you were pleased
  • itd be a really nice relationship overall

anonymous asked:

can you talk a little about how emotions are as an istj? and crushes?

This is very general so please send a follow-up if you have specific questions, but:

I tend to not be very emotionally demonstrative. I have emotions, but I value controlling them pretty tightly, with varying degrees of success. As a teenager I think I suppressed the whole emotional rollercoaster thing a lot because of this inherent tendency to hide emotions, which meant that when my Fi started to really develop in college I had a rough time of it. Now, I think I’m pretty emotionally healthy with regards to feeling my feelings and acknowledging them, but I still overwhelmingly prefer to experience them in private.

I mentioned this in response to the question a few days ago about someone’s ESTJ friend crying at movies, but I also cry at movies and TV far more than I do at life because movies and TV are there to elicit emotion, whereas life requires action. At this point, I know that what makes me feel better is usually fixing the problem that’s causing me to feel upset. I think this is why ISTJs have such a reputation for ice water in their veins - because in a crisis we will shut off the emotional panic button, so to speak, to devote all of our time to fixing the problem. In college I ran for president of a club I belonged to and someone asked the other candidate how they’d respond to a crisis, and they said “I’d get it done and then break down in private”, and I said “same.”

Even if it is something that I can’t fix (death or sickness) I do tend to go into a similar mode, and I think this is because of Si habit, Te competence, and Fi identity. I’m the oldest child which might also play a factor; my brother got very sick when he was quite young and I was a teenager and when my parents were with him I was the de facto adult in the house. I couldn’t do anything to solve his problem but I could make dinner and answer the phone and appear to be in control for my sisters. This has backfired in adulthood a few times in that in my natural tendency to want to seem like the person who can keep the lights on when everything’s going to hell, I’ve come off as not caring about something.

I’m also not super demonstrative about good emotions. I’m just…not. When I got my job a few months ago I went out to celebrate, and I was really happy, but everyone kept saying “aren’t you excited?” and I was, but what am I going to do? Jump up and down? Use multiple exclamation points in a text?

I’m fully aware that I do come off the way I do, but being a bubbly, very emotionally open person would be fake, coming from me. It’s kind of ironic because I do see open displays of emotion from others as very genuine and moving. Because it’s on my mind, Jimmy Kimmel’s speech about his son’s heart surgery is a good example - he’s in tears for much of it, and as someone who usually finds Kimmel pretty annoying I thought it was honest and affecting. This kind of feeds back actually into my whole idea of emotion, namely that on the rare occasions when I have gotten emotional, people who knew me well (and are aware that I really don’t ever cry in public and am generally very even-keeled) have known that this is clearly incredibly important.

To be clear: I know people who are very emotionally open and demonstrative and I don’t think they’re fake. I think we’re just very different people who display our feelings differently.

As for crushes, I tend not to have fleeting crushes - they tend to be kind of a slow burn, which really sucks because people think of crushes as fun and flirty and I’m like “ugh why do I still like this person I know it’s going nowhere”. I also tend not to crush on strangers/acquaintances too much because I don’t know what to expect - I’ll think they’re attractive but I don’t really crush on them. I don’t know if this is ISTJ behavior or just me though.

Day three of cranky, like, turned up the crank with no end in sight. I have nothing interesting to think/say aaaaaand perpetual ugh.

Maybe I need a nice, long emotional breakdown to get this shit out of my system because it feels gross and I hate it and I’ve tried everything else so why not.

Why do we refer to this particular mood as “cranky”, anyway? What’s the origin? Idk it was probably invented by a man.


thebigcrunchone9  asked:

That's why I see Gwen as a good maternal figure to Max. They have a shared cynicism and POV. Am I right in thinking that?

Yeah, completely.

Honestly, I think the entire fandom at this point agrees David and Gwen alone are much better influences on Max than his actual parents. I mean, you have Gwen who can validate and sympathies with the emotions he’s going through since she herself seems to have her own anxieties she’s working through, and then David is the supportive dad who encourages
Max to do the best he can.

Now all I can think about is David and Gwen adopting Max and becoming a surprisingly functional family and UGH, why do I always give myself feels before bed?