I am gonna apologize if it seemed like I was offended, I was just curious. And yes, I actually am part blind. My eyes have focusing issues and I am a bit colorblind. I was just curious, since some of them were hard to see. sorry ;-;
You should should know that 95% of this blog is pure sarcasm and jokes.
and damn if you’re actually blind you’re doing a great job. You have better grammar than 80% of the asks I get daily.
Alright people, I didn’t think that this needed saying but apparently it does. Do you honestly believe that you are making a difference by harassing and bullying people? i.e. the actors and producers. Because I’m going to tell you right now that you are not. When you harass and bully the actors or producers of the show, all they will think is “oh these whiners just want *blank* to happen”. You want them to take you seriously? You want them to acknowledge what you think is so terrible about the show? BE FUCKING NICE TO THEM! Tell them nicely what you think is wrong with the show instead of calling them names and yelling at them. It’s not that fucking hard.
“What, are you scared or something?” Taekwoon asked.
“Pff yeah, like I would get scared.” you lied.
“Then it’s settled.” Wonsik added coming in with a big box.
“What’s that?” you asked. “But never mind that, isn’t it
like dangerous you know to go camping in this season?” you continued.
“Are you trying to make excuses not to go with us again?”
Jaehwan questioned you.
“No of course not, why would I do that.”
“I don’t know why but she’s obviously scared.” Taekwoon
“Wonsik why are you taking everything out of my fridge?” you
asked him ignoring Taekwoon.
“Are you planning on not eating anything while we are
“But why are you taking my food? How long do you even plan
this camping trip to last? Do you really need that many?”
“Well we figured since you’re going we might as well take
“That doesn’t explain anything and when did I tell you that I’m
going?” you were starting to get annoyed. This happened every time all of them
got together. They decide on some stupid idea then come barging into your house
dragging you along with them.
“I don’t think you have that many choices because we already
got the van and took your food, so…” Jaehwan added.
“Ugh fine, let me get ready.”
“You have 5 minutes.” Taekwoon told you.
“5 minutes you have got to be joking.”
“Just hurry up the clock is already ticking.”
Trying to hold in your frustration you practically slammed
open the door to your room. You thought about taking some warm clothes and when
you were getting changed Hongbin came into the room without notice.
“Y/N do you have any pots we could borrow?”completely
ignoring the fact that you’re half naked.
“What the fuck Hongbin, do you even know what knocking
“Oh sorry but still do you-“
“Are doing this on purpose? Get the hell out of the room!”
“What, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”
“What!?” you could feel your cheeks starting to burn.
“Oh! I made you blush! How cute!” he started laughing. You
took your pillow and threw it at him.
“Get out! And find those pots by yourself!”
“Woah! You’re scary when you’re angry! Fine I’m leaving.” he
said exiting to the hall and closing the door.
A few minutes later you were ready to go. You went to
the living room and saw that now Jaehwan was the only one there.
“Everybody went to get the van.” he told you standing up and
taking your backpack from you. “What happened there?”
“Is Hongbin giving you trouble again?”
“No, he’s just being and idiot.” you stated. “Let’s go.”
Jaehwan just gave you a quick look and followed you through
the door. They weren’t lying when they told you they got a van.
“That’s what she said.” Sanghyuk added.
“Hello to you to.” you said punching him in the arm. He got
into the far back of the van, you, Hakyeon and Taekwoon sat in the middle,
while Wonsik, Hongbin and Jaehwan sat in the front, Jaehwan being the one
driving. He started the engine and you were beginning to reconsider your idea
of actually going.
“You know what, I remembered that I have something to do, so
you guys have fun.” you smiled opening the door when suddenly Hakyeon pulled
you back into your seat and closed and also locked them.
“I think it’s a little bit late for that. We should get
going before she tries anything else.” he told Jaehwan who finally drove out of
your apartment’s parking lot.
“You know, I think it would be even better if you sat in the
middle.” Hakyeon stated, standing up as much as the car’s roof let him. He got
into the space between your legs and the front rows seats, hovering above you,
his face too close to yours. You looked at him from the bottom up when your eyes
met his and you started blushing.
“What?” he asked. “What did you just think?”
“Nothing.” you said, quickly getting into his seat.
“Hey now, don’t be like that. Tell me.” he begged. “Hey!
where you blushing just now?” he asked, pinching your cheek.
“No, I’m not.”
“She’s blushing a lot today for some reason.” Hongbin
laughed from the front seat.
“Shut up you! Ahh I’m going to sleep.” you said taking out
your travelling pillow and positioning it on Taekwoon’s shoulder.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I think you’re the most comfortable to sleep on.” you spoke
putting your head on the pillow. Taekwoon just looked at you.
“Okay, whatever.” he said.
“Hey why do I have to sit in the back alone?” Sanghyuk
“Because you’re the youngest.” Hakyeon stated.
“No I’m not. Y/N is younger than me by a whole month.”
“It’s somehow scary sitting in the back alone.” you mumbled.
“What did you say?” Sanghyuk asked getting closer to you.
“I said it’s scary sitting in the back alone!”
Sanghyuk stared at you for a while in surprise and then
started laughing loudly.
“Haha, what a crybaby!!”
“Ugh. I ought to better not talk with any of you.” you said
making yourself comfortable on Taekwoon’s shoulder and closing your eyes. You
don’t remember when you fell asleep but you woke up in the car alone, a
blanket on you. You looked around and saw that the boys were building the tents
outside. You stepped out of the car and went to help them.
“Look who decided to show up.” Wonsik told everyone.
“Why are there only three tents?”
“So you could sleep with me.” he smirked.
“No way am I sleeping with you.”
“This one over here has enough room for three, while the
other two have enough for two, so either way, you’re gonna have to sleep with
somebody.” Jaehwan said.
“I say we do rock-paper-scissors and whoever wins gets to
sleep with Y/N.” Sanghyuk suggested.
“Why do you get to decide for me?” you were about to ask but
they already started playing. Hongbin won.
“I guess I can keep you all to myself tonight” he joked to
which you just rolled your eyes.
You decided to start the fire instead and before dark you were
all ready. You ate your dinner and were now roasting marshmallows over the
“You know, I heard a bunch of people disappeared in these
areas.” Hongbin started.
“Are you serious?” you gulped.
“Of course, the last one disappeared just yesterday.”
“Stop joking like that, it’s not funny.”
“I never said I was joking.” he looked at you with a serious
“Hongbin, stop. She’s scared of camping as it is.” Jaehwan
“No I’m not.”
“Yeah right.” Sanghyuk laughed.
“Why don’t we talk about something else instead.” you tried
to change the subject.
“Okay then. How about we play truth or dare?” Hakyeon
suggested. “I start. Y/N what did you think about back then in the car?”
Everyone looked at you.
“Okay I’m going to sleep.” you told everyone standing up.
“Hey, stop avoiding the question!”
“Are you going to sleep without me?” Hongbin interrupted, trying
to make an offended expression.
“Yes I am.” you stated and went to tent, everyone following
you with their eyes.
“What’s up with her?” Taekwoon inquired.
But before anyone could answer his question you came back.
“Back already?” Wonsik asked.
“Well you know I thought since we are all here maybe I will
stay for a bit longer.”
“You’re scared, aren’t you!?” Sanghyuk laughed.
“Oh come here you! You look so cute when you’re shy.”
Jaehwan said pulling you to the bench and putting a blanket around your
You talked with them about everything and nothing and before
you knew it, it was already way past midnight.
“Maybe we should go to sleep.” Taekwoon suggested.
“I’m going to be here for a little while longer, the fire
calms me down somehow.” you told them.
“I will meet you in the tent then.” Hongbin winked.
As they all went their separate ways you grabbed Hakyeon by
his jacket sleeve.
“Could you maybe stay with me?” you begged. He looked at you
with warm eyes.
“Of course.” he said, sitting next to you. You decided to
share your blanket with him and now both of you were sitting silently by the
“You know, I might come off as a bitch sometimes but I
actually really like spending time, like this, with you guys.”
You put your head on his lap.
“I wish moments like these would last forever” you whispered.
Hakyeon looked down at you.
“Me too.” he said stroking your hair. “Especially with you.”
he thought to himself.
May I please request a Voltron Family Au scenario where teenage Hunk goes to a party (on a dare by Lance and a a little bit of Pidge) and sneaks back in the house with a hickey and Keith just has a full blown freak out the his baby has a hickey?
[The Voltron Family] Hunk, Lance and Pidge were in the library doing homework at home and Lance was talking about some dude’s party coming up when the topic diverted to Hunk.
Lance: *nudges Hunk* How come you never go to parties? Hunk: *grimace* Pidge never goes to parties either* Pidge: *looks up and fixes her glasses* For your information, dear brother, I do go to parties. Intellectual parties more like where we discuss theories and whatnots. But parties nonetheless. Lance: *looks pointedly at Hunk* See? Hunk: *sighs* But they last till morning and all people do is drink and dance. No, thanks. I’d rather read and work on something productive. Lance: Hmmmm, you’re just no fun, buddy. Hunk: Yes, I am, Lance. *offended* We have fun together! Pidge: Yeah, well, that’s a given. We’re family— Lance: Who happen to have fun Dads— Hunk: Who seem to have endless ideas for family time. I heard we’re going to The Bahamas next. Lance: *gapes at Hunk* ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Hunk: I heard Daddy Keith talk about it with Daddy Shiro. Not sure if it will push through, but they’re in the talks. *wiggles eyebrows* Lance: *squints* I see what you’re trying to do, buddy! You’re trying to distract me from the real subject at hand! Which is you! Going! On! A! Party! Hunk: *sighs* Parties aren’t my thing. That’s your thing, Lance. Lance: You’re just a wimp. You need to stop hanging out with Daddy Keith. You’re starting to sound like him. Pidge: *snorts* Hunk: *glares at Pidge then back at Lance* I’m not a wimp. Lance: Yeah? Well I dare you to attend the party this weekend. Stay for an hour. See if you like it. Then you can text me if you don’t so I can pick you up. Hunk: *grumbles* FINE.
And that was how Hunk ended up at a party because if there was one thing Hunk was, it wasn’t a wimp. After a few hours, he didn’t know it was already very late so he snuck out of the party and snuck himself back home. He slowly opened the door at 2AM and was glad the whole house was already asleep. He tiptoed silently as he closed the door then he turned around only to be shocked when suddenly lights turned on and there was a looming figure standing in front of him.
Hunk: *screams so loud* Oh my god! You can take my money! *shuts his eyes* Just don’t hurt me! *cowers in fear* Keith: WHERE. HAVE. YOU. BEEN. Hunk: *opens his eyes* D-Daddy Keith? Keith: *shifted in place to look intimidating with his arms crossed* Hunk: Um… Keith: I’ve been calling your phone for the past 6 hours and you weren’t answering. I almost called the police to report a missing child. Let me repeat. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? Hunk: Um… *scratches his cheek* My phone died… Keith: *eyes widens* *approached Hunk and holds his jaw* *gasps* IS THAT? IS THAT A HICKEY?!! Hunk: *sweats nervously* Um… Keith: *glares at Hunk* You let a person SUCK YOUR SKIN? *fumes* Hunk: Uh… Keith: Hunk Garrett-Shirogane, ANSWER ME. Shiro: *comes down the stairs* What’s going on? Keith: *turns to Shiro* Your son here HAS A HICKEY. Shiro: *stops abruptly* *surprised* A what? A hickey?! Hunk: It’s not that big of a deal. *hides his hickey* *feels guilty* Keith: Not that big of a deal? *scoffs* NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL? Shiro: Hunk, it IS a big deal. You’re only 17 and— Hunk: But I bet Lance had some— Keith: No he doesn’t. I make sure that boy is clean and sanitized before he enters this house. He never comes home with a hickey. I would know because his pick-up lines never worked.
They let Hunk go to his room to rest and they’d talk about it in the morning when they’re all awake and well-rested. Keith just lied awake looking at the ceiling with Shiro beside him, pretty much asleep already.
Keith: I can’t believe it. My baby boy… Shiro: *pulls Keith in* Hmmm, go to sleep, babe. Keith: I can’t! *looks at Shiro* Shiro, my son has a hickey! Someone did that to him! Probably someone whom he didn’t even know! *realization dawns* Oh my god. Hunk let a stranger touch him. *covers his face and sobs* My pure boy is now tainted. Where did I go wrong, Takashi? Shiro: Hey, it could’ve been a mosquito bite. Keith: *scandalized* MOSQUITO BITE? WHAT KIND OF MOSQUITO CAN BITE THAT BIG THE SIZE OF TWO PROMISCUOUS LIPS?! Shiro: Hey, just sleep it out, yeah? C’mon. It’s almost 3AM. *gives Keith a peck on the lips* Let’s just close our eyes and— Keith: *sobs* Give me a second to just sob it all out first.
And that was how Hunk was never allowed to go to any parties anymore and that following morning when Lance found out, he said “Oh my god! You lil minx! I didn’t think you’d get THAT far!”
This is growlifte. How exactly did I defy physics? Unless you're saying 1,000 calories of McDonald's is equal to 1,000 calories of protein and vegetables. Do you know anything about how your body's metabolism works or are you just offended by what I've said?
Yes I am saying that. A calorie is a unit of energy. 1000 equals 1000 no matter what food it is. One will just be healthier and have more nutrients. However fat storage doesn’t care where the calories came from. If there is too much energy taken in, more than the body is burning then it will be stored as fat even if that energy was from healthy food. The human body is not capable of going oh these calories are from McDonald’s so turn those into fat but these are from vegetables so don’t turn those into fat. I understand calories and metabolism better than you ever will it seems. If your body burns 1500 calories of energy a day, you will not gain or lose fat if you eat 1500 that day. If you eat less than 1500 the body uses its energy storage (fat) and weight will be loss. If you eat more than 1500 that is an excess of energy and what is not burned will be stored as fat, so weight gain. What food this energy is from does not matter in fat storage or loss. Therefore, the human body follows the laws of thermodynamics. Meaning it cannot create energy out of nothing. So it can’t form fat unless it was given the excess energy to do so. Fat gain is from consuming too many calories not from some magic trick the human body is doing. Too lose weight you need to eat less than you burn. You can’t be gaining weight from only 1000 calories unless you are very small and very old and literally just sitting in bed all day. Or have a very serious medicinal condition that would be obvious and causing other issues.
After Jumin tries some of 707′s famous ‘desserts’, he begins to act strange, to say the least.
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This is another message request, this one specifically was sent by the fantastic @hopeexistsworld
Anyhow, thank you and enjoy!!! Have a marvelous day!!!! ❀.(*´◡`*)❀.
You knew something was wrong with the brownies the moment you saw them.
For one thing, 707 couldn’t even toast bread without singing his whole arm.
And another thing was the fact that 707 had a peculiar fondness a ‘buzz’ every now and then.
Drugs, to put it bluntly.
And marijuana, to be specific.
So you knew, nothing good could come of this.
But Jumin hadn’t a clue.
“Did you make these yourself?” Jumin questioned, staring at the batch curiously as Luciel strolled into his penthouse.
“Well…I did have a friend’s help but I’m still pretty proud of this!” He beamed. “After all, it’s not too common I go homemade and not store bought!”
“I don’t think any store serves that anyway,” You muttered, looking at him suspiciously.
And as though he could read your mind, he winked and turned back to Jumin.
“Well yeah, they’re just way too amazing!” He exclaimed. “Come on, you’ve got to try one!”
“I’m not particularly hungry,” Jumin remarked, hesitant. “It’s a bit early for desserts, don’t you think?”
“Oh ‘Richie Rich’ it’s never too early for dessert~.” 707 returned, sniggering. “It’s just a little treat that’s all!”
“Whether or not that’s actually true is debatable.”
“Would I lie to you?”
“Well-not only am I offended now but I am deeply hurt,” He gave a dramatic sniffle. “I don’t know how I will possibly be able to recover!”
“Luciel don’t be-”
“RIdiculous? This is a matter of the utmost-”
Immediately whatever ‘sorrow’ 707 had been mimicking disappeared in a flash, instead replaced by pure joy.
“Great! Get ready to have your mind blown!”
Jumin furrowed his brow for a second, glancing at you, a hint of a smile tugging on his lips as he looked at you.
“MC, will you be trying one?”
He searched for a sort of support in your expression, often finding comfort in whatever you said.
And you’d never admit it, but that fact warmed your heart endlessly.
You shook your head, biting your lip nervously.
“Uh…no, I’ll uh-I’ll pass.”
“Your loss!” 707 puffed out his cheeks indignantly. “You’re missing out.”
“I know, that’s the point.”
Jumin appeared confused at your response, his attention only barely snatched back as Luciel shoved the brownies further into his face.
“Some people just wanna miss out on the beauties in life~.”
Jumin scoffed at his words, taking a small slice.
And from then on, the spiral began.
Initially, Jumin had been uneasy, teetering too and fro as if the building was swaying from side to side, constantly unable to keep himself still before staggering in the opposite direction.
“J-Jumin…?” You asked, grabbing onto his arm to keep him steady, if only briefly. “How’re you feeling?”
“I don’t know if I’m feeling anything…” He murmured beneath his breath, shifting his gaze to you, eyes wide like dinner plates. “Should I be feeling something?”
You began to guide him down the parlor to the sofa, sitting yourself down beside him.
“T-That’s fine though! You just need to rest.”
“I don’t know if I should be telling you this but…” He dropped his shoulders drowsily. “you’re still beautiful…even in my impaired vision…”
Something clicked in his head.
“Should they been impaired?”
Yet you were completely thrown off guard by something else.
“W-What?” You swallowed hard, trying to hide how your face reddened like a raspberry. “B-Beautiful?”
“Yes-you,” He answered once again. “did you not know I thought you were beautiful? I might regret having said this later then.”
“I-I mean I don’t think it’s a bad thing!” You fretted. “I-I mean as long as you don’t think it’s a bad thing!”
“Why would I think it’s a bad thing? When I say you’re beautiful I don’t mean it on a purely surface level I mean simply you in general-everything about you-it’s beautiful.”
He raised his palms, staring at them with a mixture of bewilderment and amazement.
“I thought I had ten fingers in all not forty…”
“Oh my god Jumin…”
“Do I have forty fingers?”
“Then why are there forty fingers on my hands?”
“Jumin-hey-I need to ask you some things.”
He blinked a few times, shoving his fists into his pockets before shifting his head to you, doing his best to focus.
You felt the air be snatched from your lungs, your heart threatening to burst from your very chest.
“Wait-do I…do I not call you that?” He nodded, letting out a faint breath. “I think about calling you that a lot then.”
“Yes? I mean I’ve also wanted to call you dear, or love but I mean darling was one of them-”
“Is this shocking to you?”
“Y-Yeah a bit?”
And he laughed.
It was merely a light chuckle, but it surprised you all the same.
You could hardly muster a coherent response at this point, shooting up from the couch.
“I-I’m g-going to t-talk to 707!” You cried, darting away, covering your features in your massive embarrassment.
You came to the redhead, with your cheeks about the same shade as his cheeks as you came to him.
“H-Hey 707? Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Sure! Just let me give V a bite of these brownies-”
You nearly slapped it out of his hand, just barely managing to control yourself, snagging onto his wrist instead.
You looked to V, laughing weakly.
“You’d be better off if you didn’t.”
“You should go talk to Jumin if you wanna know why.”
“I…” He hesitated, giving a small, albeit concerned smile. “I can see you two need to discuss something on your own, I’ll be off then.”
You switched to 707 as V made his way off, grabbing the tray from his hold.
“You have got Jumin high as a kite!”
“That was sort of the plan.”
“Well, it wasn’t a good one!”
“Did he say something?”
“Yeah! Really sweet stuff!”
“That’s…bad?” Luciel crinkled his nose, folding his arms across his chest. “Isn’t it nice to see the tin man’s soft side?”
“I-I mean it’s nice I-I guess-but I-it’s unexpected!”
“The good kind of unexpected or the bad?”
“I-It’s good but I-”
“I don’t really get the issue.” He remarked. “I mean-it’s kinda clear you have feelings for him.”
“Oh come on! You two are attached at the hip as it is! I mean all my life that I’ve known Jumin he’s shown around two emotions, and that’s ‘neutural’ and ‘quit touching Elizabeth 3rd,” He said, cocking his head from side to side in thought. “But with you, I see something entirely different. It’s happiness, care, and jeez-even love! I’m just the one giving him the little push he needs to show that to you!”
“You’re more like shoving him.”
“You gotta do what’s gotta be done.”
“707!” You groaned. “It’s because of you and your-your weed brownies that he’s acting this way! Help me out here!”
“What do you want me to do?” He tried to hide his amusement. “As much as I wish I was magic I’m not, so I can’t just magic it all away. We gotta go with the flow~.”
“How exactly do we do that?”
“Just hang out with him, make sure he doesn’t do anything too weird,” He pointed to Yoosung, huddled in the corner. “Like um…that.”
“Oh my god…”
“I’ll manage the small, frightened child, you handle the larger confused adult man. Okay?”
“I mean-okay,” You could hardly process the situation, debating how exactly to react. “Can we agree on one thing though?”
“This was a bad idea?”
“Agree to disagree.”
He rushed off to Yoosung, waving his hand to guide you over to Jumin as though this were some master plan.
Yet regardless, you followed.
You went after Jumin, finding him conversing with V, his palm hidden over his mouth as if deep in thought.
“I just…I have no idea what’s happening right now.” He hummed blankly. “I can’t even tell if I’ve been here for ten minutes or ten hours.”
V stifled a snicker, doing his very best to keep his composure.
“I-Is that so?”
Before he could reply you rounded about beside him, holding his arm.
“Jumin, how’re you feeling?”
“MC?” He grinned at the sound of your voice. “How was 707?”
“It was…something,” You shrugged, unable how to quite explain it. “Here, do you mind if we go somewhere quieter?”
“I don’t see why not,” He aimed his gaze back to V. “Do you mind?”
“N-not at all,” He let out a tiny giggle. “I have to u-um be on my way anyway.”
“Oh, that’s a shame.”
“Yes, it really is.”
You nudged V playfully as you led Jumin off to the guest bedroom, hearing his laughter grow just a tad before you shut the door behind the two of you.
“What is this…?” He asked. “Why are we here?”
“You need to rest, it won’t do you any good to be surrounded by all of those people,” You ushered him to the bed, watching as he settled. “I need to get rid of 707′s ‘desserts’. Why don’t you try and sleep this off?”
“But I would really prefer it if you stayed.”
“I just-” Heat rose to his features, wrapping his fingertips around the back of his neck. “I don’t entirely feel as if I can be alone at the moment, and I’ve…I’ve only felt truly comfortable with you here.”
“I mean honestly, I’m not even wholly aware of what’s happening, or what has happened…but I do…feel safe.”
He conceded, smiling sheepishly.
“I-If you don’t mind that I mean.”
And to say the least, your heart melted.
And you agreed.
“Of course I can stay.”
You sat down beside him, eventually feeling him lean against you in his growing sleepiness, his head rested against your shoulder, his breathing slow, and relaxed.
You almost thought he had drifted off.
Until he spoke.
“I know…I know I may have said some things?” He murmured. “Those things may have caught you off guard but…they were true…I will stand by that. And…And I hope when I actually can understand my surroundings properly we can talk about this…?”
You nodded, simpering.
“I would like that.”
“…Would uh…would this talk…end…positively?”
He was on the edge of consciousness, his lids hanging lazily, just barely fighting to know of your response.
And perhaps it was well worth it.
For you did, answer.
“I think so.”
And even as he drifted off to sleep, he gave the widest most absolute smile on his face.
For he knew, something wonderful would be waiting when he woke.
“Jenna relax. I know what I’m doing. I use to dye hair for a living.” You told Jenna as you put a cape over her.
“Yeah like 3 years ago. This is something permanent. Don’t get me wrong I love you, but you don’t have the steadiest hands.” She said nervously.
“It’s not permanent it last 8-10 weeks. Are you calling me clumsy?” You mocked being offended.
“Yes. Yes I am. Don’t even try and deny it. Tyler and I both saw you trip up the stairs this morning.” She laughing.
“Watch it. Who has the power of the dye here.” You jokingly threatened.
“Just get it over with.” She said taking a deep breathe.
She wanted to dye her hair and she asked you to do it, but ever since you were cutting her hair 3 months ago and you messed up a bit she was nervous. It was Tyler’s fault though. You were a good hairdresser. You did it for 4 years before meeting and marrying Tyler and Jenna.
“Tyler isn’t here to meas this up you can relax.” You said and she did.
Last time you were cutting her hair Tyler came into the bathroom and bumped into your arm making you cut an extra inch of her hair.
You continued at your task talking to Jenna about anything and everything. You had just finished rinsing the brush when you heard a car pull up to the house.
“Better lock the door before he comes in and messes this up.” Jenna joked as she let the color sit on her head.
“Anyone home?” Tyler’s voice rang through the house.
“Stay here. I’ll go distract him. You can rinse your hair in 20 minutes.” You said leaving the bathroom.
“Hey beautiful.” Tyler said kissing your cheek when you entered the kitchen. “Where’s Jenna?”
“She’s in the bathroom.” You said helping him put away some groceries.
It was a surprise for Tyler that Jenna was dying her hair. He was always saying how much he missed when she had her ends dyed blue. So Jenna wanted to keep it a secret. Plus she wanted to see how long it would take for him to even realize. He never really noticed when either of you changed something about yourselves.
“Hey what’s this.” Tyler asked pointing to a tattoo on your stomach as your shirt lifted up.
“Oh my god. Tyler, I got this like 2 months ago. You just noticed.” You laughed.
This was a perfect example. He was so loving and caring and you would think he would be observant of your bodies, but he was oblivious.
“Really?” He asked laughing at himself.
“Yes.” You laughed. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” He said kissing you. “Is Jenna okay, it’s been like 15 minutes.”
“Yeah I think she’s showering.” You said.
“Wanna watch a movie while we wait?” He questioned and you nodded letting him lead you to the couch.
About hour later Jenna came out with her hair dried and curled. You have her a thumbs up and she sat next to Tyler.
“Finally only like 2 hours later.” Tyler said kissing her.
“Beauty takes time.” Jenna said.
“Neither of you have to try for beauty. It just comes natural to both of you.” He said making both of you blush.
After the movie you decided it was getting late so you went up to bed. As you laid down in the bed your phone dinged signaling you got a text.
I can’t believe he didn’t notice. I truly love this man and how oblivious he can be.
Sent 9:32 pm
I know. I love him too. He just realized my tattoo on my side. So do you like your hair, I never got to ask.
Sent 9:33 pm
You got that like 2 months ago. Yes I love it so much. Thank you love.
Received 9:33 pm
Your welcome Jenn. I’m tired. I’ll see you in the morning. Give Tyler a kiss for me.
Sent 9:34 pm.
No need were on our way upstairs now.
Received 9:34 pm.
You smiled to yourself excited that the bed that you had all to yourself was soon going to be filled with two warm bodies.
Once Tyler and Jenna were both settled in bed you in the middle of the two you closed your eyes and started to drift off to sleep. You could feel Tyler playing with your hair and Jenna cuddled up to you.
“Hey jenn” Tyler whispered.
“Hmm” she hummed and you could feel the vibration of her voice.
“Did you do something to your hair? It looks different, but I can’t decide what.” Tyler whisper thinking you were asleep but when both you and Jenna started laughing he knew you weren’t.
“Tyler her hair color is a totally different color. How did you not notice?” You laughed.
“Oh. Well it looks really good. I like you in pink.” He said. “Y/N when are you going to dye your hair?”
“Who knows. You’ll never notice so it doesn’t matter.” You joked.
reader and john spend the day in bed and talk about things
It wasn’t very often that John got a day off work. If he did then he spent most of the time asleep due to the lack of sleep. However, today was different. John had planned this day off for a while, wanting to spend the day with you. He had plans to take you out but after some discussion you had both decided on stay in instead.
I'm having trouble distinguishing whether my enneatype 8w9 or 9w8. Do you have any tips of what to look out for in telling these two types apart? I've been told by my family members that I'm pretty aggressive, but I always think that I'm being kind of like, gently assertive? My default is to be amiable until I'm challenged, but I don't have any problem with confronting threats if need be. My voice shakes sometimes when I'm arguing, and I don't enjoy open hostility. I thrive in competition.
What you are describing sounds more like 1w9 tbh (although I don’t want to exclude the possibilities of 8w9 or 9w8 from the short description alone).
Weirdly enough 1s are often perceived as more aggressive/intruding than 8w9s because people (-especially- family members that know you since you were a small child) are used to 1′s usually more timid nature and react irritated when the 1 suddenly speaks up. (While they are already used to the 8′s aggressiveness and don’t question it anymore). But with 1s they feel that they can push you back into your past self, back when you didn’t have the “audacity” to attack the elders. And they will tell you “you are too aggressive”, “you are too sensitive”, “why are you so offended about this?”. And the 1 begins to question themself: “maybe I -am- too aggressive? maybe I should try a calmer approach?” Because ultimately they want their arguments to be heard and have a more rational mind than 8s. 8s on the other hand don’t really care about arguments or about convincing someone. They argue for the adrenaline rush and enjoy open hostility. They will be like “lmao, yes aunt Helen, I don’t care about your offended ass, I -am- aggressive and I will tear you apart tonight”.
Both 1s and 8s thrive in competition but 1s are way more civilized about it than 8s.
One way that always works when trying to tell types apart is to look for disintegration (only works when it’s your core type though):
8 -> become reclusive / isolated / hermit-like and cynical like a unhealthy 5, go into research-mode,
starting to look for strategies,
read about things that usually don’t interest them because new knowledge gives them the illusion of being productive about their problems
9 -> become worried, fatalistic and paranoid like unhealthy 6s, visibly nervous, will ask for help but then don’t listen to it, feel controlled and pushed around, may blame other people for their problems, feel like their destiny lies in the hands of others’
1 -> will feel alienated, moody and misunderstood like a unhealthy 4, may wallow in self-pity, feel like they dug their own grave with their competency because now everyone else just dumped more workload upon them
Drabble idea: Emily visits Ali during her class to excuse a student from the swim team, while Alison's students tease both teachers and rat Alison out on how much she thinks about Emily. (++Alison blushes furiously at this).
I feel like all of these students are Emison fans in disguise:
I sincerely hope ur just saying ur a dude to protect your identity. TnS have always provided a safe space of wlw and it kind of scares me to see men at their shows more and more now. If you are a guy I'm sorry but like, it makes me uncomfortable and I'm sure TnS would be uncomfortable with a dude writing fic of them fucking too. Why can't the lesbian community be allowed one place to ourselves? Serious question.
Hi. Yes I am a guy. I’m sorry that scares and/or offends you. My masculinity is what makes me feel like a human being and not the wannabe misfit shell of a person I was when I identified as a cis lesbian, and I refuse to apologize for who I am because it is something that I am constantly working to improve and to familiarize myself with. As for TnS, in my letter to them that I left in their mailbox last November, I detailed graphically my dysphoria and my fear and pain over my identity and Sara wrote me a long letter back telling me that it was going to be okay and that even she doesn’t feel whole and entirely comfortable at 35. I know they understand and appreciate and support me, and I can feel that same support holding me up at every show I attend around me. Please do some research and try to understand how hurtful you were in this message, hopefully due to ignorance and not actual bias and hate. We need to stand together now more than ever. The Quindom is a family; don’t forget that.
I’m offended by people using the term cishet for alot of reasons. Firstly because you never know. You never know when someone is trans* And alot of people who’re trans* don’t want you to know.
Yes, I get it, cisgendered people are happy with their gender, and don’t have to deal with the same things trans* persons do. But most cisgendered people just so happen to have other problems. And I get that some cisgendered people are fucking assholes, and I get that some heterosexual people are fucking assholes.
But get this, when people use ‘cishet’ as an insult it makes me, a transgendered person, feel like shit. Because you’re making fun of people for what they identify as. the same thing trans* persons have to avoid, fight, and work through their entire life. It doesn’t matter who you’re doing this to, it’s fucking disgusting.
It doesn’t matter if its ‘not the same’ or ‘not as offensive’ or ‘a joke’ it’s just as bad. cisphobia pisses me off so badly.
Because sure there’s alot of cisgendered people who don’t understand and are fucking cock suckers, but let me tell you about how if it weren’t for the help of many people, 99% of which just so happening to be cisgendered, I wouldn’t be who I am today. I wouldn’t be the fucking man I am today. You know where I would be? In my fucking grave.
You don’t know a person just because they’re cisgendered and happy to be that way. you don’t fucking know a person if they’re transgendered and happy to be that way. why don’t we stop fucking sterotyping, and stop fucking hating AS MANY PEOPLE AS FUCKING POSSIBLE instead of pushing our hate toward a group of people who is the media’s vision of ‘normal’.
I always find it funny when adults apologize for cursing in front of me. Yes, I, a teenager in the American public school system, am shocked and offended by your language. Of course, I’ve certainly never said these words myself. My poor innocent ears.
I’m sorry but Autism is a fucking mental disability. I know tons of austism people and their families and i for one will tell you that saying it’s a fucking gender is offensive. If you dont like my view then unfollow me cause it’ll only mean us that actually have mental disablities will start making ours a fucking gender thing -.- And yes i do have mental disability and yes i am very offended by this new term
And FYI: I do support other gender types just not this one -.- I myself prefer male and female pronouns. I still dont get what I’m classified under either….