It’s not about being who someone else wants you to be. It’s about being completely yourself and finding someone who loves each and every bit of it. Someone who loves your laugh and your smile and the sound of your voice and the things you say. Someone who loves you even when you’re in a bad mood or when your face is red and puffy with tears.
things i associate with mbti types

enfp: a balloon blowing on the wind, the moment right before a hug, popping bubbles, reading a book while sitting next to your friend, sunshowers, superman ice cream, graffiti, hot air balloons, paint smeared on your hands and face, butterflies in your stomach, hot wax, your best friend’s laugh, a sugar rush, confetti that looks like tiny stars

enfj: getting someone else’s lipstick on your lips, revenge, neon lights, mystery flavored lollipops, dancing around the room with your friends at 3 AM, street photography, the way smiles are contagious, screaming at a concert, puns that are so bad you can’t help but laugh, pranks, mirrors, a tight hug, smiles that show all your teeth

infj: libraries, abstract art, looking up at a full moon, quotes, loneliness, a rainbow through a prism, the aurora, instagramming your starbucks, the way fairy lights look like stars, optical illusions, the vastness of the universe, almost touching, a message in a bottle, walking through the snow, spiral staircases, trompe l’oeil, waterfall mist, echoes

infp: dragonfly wings, a wildflower field, random acts of kindness, watercolors, tears that burn your eyes, diaries, a messy room, a tea kettle shrieking, falling asleep in a hammock, the first day of spring, blanket forts, climbing vines, braids, dewy grass, tree houses, laying on a field and looking at the clouds, sun over an open field

intp: puzzles, light shining through blinds, braille, lightning, tide pools, typewriters, white bedsheets, windowless hallways, waking up before dawn, old maps, writing late at night, blowing glass, warning signs, street musicians, crisp suits, the subway, mathematical formulas, broken fingernails, making music with wine glasses

intj: red-hot embers, newspapers, marble sculptures, deep sea creatures, dark hair, minimalism, silver chains, crumbling petals, the sound of pouring rain, chinese checkers, déjà vu, dystopian fiction, bathing in the dark, merlot, barbed wire, overgrown lawns, antithetical statements,  blizzards, dry anger, bitter baking chocolate

entj: high heels clicking, dark chocolate syrup, corsets, fancy dinners, fancy suits, thick makeup, feeling invincible, city nightlife, falling from the roof of a building, balancing on a tightrope, the golden gate bridge, kissing someone’s shoulders, loud voices, screaming for no reason, sharp teeth, town squares, giving a speech

entp: wildfire, writing words on a bathroom stall, lighting a match, wind-blown hair, staying awake for too long, counting lane dividers as you pass by, wandering through the woods, staring contests, the light changing your skin color, fences, a blank sketchbook, people-watching, leathery hands, running through an alleyway, blowing a fuse

estp: blurring lights, going over the speed limit, the feeling in your stomach when you go upside down, jumping over a waterfall, drinking straight from the bottle, being on a roller coaster, belting your favorite song, late nights, one-night stands, movie theatres, parties full of strangers, forbidden books, blacklight posters, duct tape, fluorescent bulbs

esfp: unwrapping a present, a sparkle, hot soup, bubblegum, laughing with your friends, a spinning carousel, hickeys, strobe lights, a hershey’s kiss, songs on repeat, jumping into cold water on a hot day, burning your hand, the thrill of being onstage, dramatic entrances, spinning until you get dizzy, rainbows on a cloudy day

isfp: a flock of birds, blowing bubbles, cigarette smoke, poetry, lens flares, cat fur, white sand, doodling, the night sky, a picture of a nebula, original grimm fairy tales, ambiguity, acrylic paints, a crescent moon, photography, fingers flying over piano keys, liminal space, doorways, social activism, the line between thoughts and reality

istp: a stormy ocean, skydiving, cracking your knuckles, shaking a soda, looking down from a height, salt plains, limestone, sand on a wooden floor, bioluminescence, clutching something so tightly your knuckles turn white, throwing off your hat, a cloudy sky, tinted windows, skipping class, seeing your reflection in metal, breaking glass, dry ice

istj: graphite streaks on your palms, polishing a sword, glass shards, brass knuckles, netting, methodical sketches, geometry, permanent marker, punching a mirror, hammering a nail into place, ice water, machinery, boiling oil, bold letters, metal-rimmed glasses, dark smoke, oxygen masks, cold showers, static, skylights

isfj: fresh baked cookies, light filtered through leaves, porch swings, disney movies, sketches in the margins of your notes, the sound of waves, oversized hoodies, holding hands, embroidery, down feathers, showing your bare back, seeing veins through pale skin, black and white photographs, a flute melody, touching a butterfly’s wing, rocks in a stream

esfj: sunflowers, your first kiss, cities during the daytime, standing at a crosswalk, tile floors, art museums, running through sprinklers, dancing without music, bathing in sunshine, falling in love, streetlights, thick hair, smiling at a mirror, children’s laughter, drawing words with sparklers, gold glitter, whispered secrets, flower crowns, flipping on a lightswitch

estj: skyscrapers, railroads, a river that flows through a city, going underwater, iron bridges, old paper, vintage champagne, broken-down fountains, city limits, cathedrals, borderlines, Greek architecture, arches, windows, heavy wooden doors, locks, buildings overgrown with vines, cracked pavement, the world through clear glass

anonymous asked:

Fucking homophobics. Won't answer a goddamn Scorpio Male and Taurus Male friendship/relationship ask. You disgust me. Learn to respect gay couples.

If you’ve been on our blog long enough you know we are anything but homophobic. Also I remember answering many asks with the same gender, you seriously need to chill and realise we have over 200 messages now- the world doesn’t revolve around your one ask mate. I’m sorry we’re so disgusting we are shaming the human race.

- Megs

anonymous asked:

did you get lost in jphnlock hell, buddy? you alright there?

this is the first day in two weeks I’ve been able to be alone with johnlock again AND IT’S DANGEROUS I FORGOT THE DANGER I FORGOT IT I DID I DID I DID

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so some guy walked into the gym earlier and in a very slow and soft spoken voice said to me, after a minute of explaining he was interested in personal trainers said, and i quote, “i want to benchpress 500 pounds because my father is a nazi.” 

smallshorts asked:


17. things you said that i wish you hadnt

send me a ship and a number and i’ll write a mini fic 

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A Good Day.

Original Idea Picture: Inspired by Episode 20 of Season 4 (The Rapture)
Gif Credit: One Two
Author: contrygal7
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,104
Warnings: Daddy!Dean; Uncle!Sam; Pregnant!Reader; Fluff, fluff, and fluff; Angst at the end(Sorry! I couldn’t help it!)

You wake suddenly to a cold breeze chilling your legs and arms; instinctively you reach for your large hunter boyfriend that was right behind you when you feel asleep. You realize that he’s not behind you so you decide to go find him. As you walk into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of Dean’s old flannels and your bare feet you glance out the window and spot him.

There he is, Dean Winchester, sitting in crappy folding chair fishing off the pier. You can’t stifle your laugh as you look at the outrageous picture that is laid out in front of you. You tilt your head to the side and watch the man you love in such peace. It makes your heart tug and almost reach out for him.

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In the end it will always be you. After two years I still smell your scent. I still hear your laugh in the wind. I still can feel you wiping my tears, sorry I was too much..

Imagine Sehun attempting to braid your hair into a fishtail. You give him a questioning look but he turns you back around and says “I will make my baby beautiful!“ He starts and restarts and before you know it, thirty minutes has passed. Frustrated, he turns you back around to face him and ruffles your hair like how he always does. “It’s okay, you look prettier like this.” You know he’s trying to cover his embarrassment with the cheesy sentence, but you don’t care. You were too lost in your thoughts to hear him say that he wanted to paint your nails now. You laugh, already knowing the results, but going along with the boy anyways.

ive never been on a date before but i really want to. i just feel like going out with a nice boy and doing something fun and flirty and ending the night with a kiss if all goes well. and even if it doesnt thats ok. it just sounds like a really nice time and i want to go 

27. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

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You stepped out the bath and wrapped a clean white towel around your body. Today was your ‘take care of me day’ so you were treating yourself. You had a kiwi mask, nail painting and just relaxing planed for the day. You had just had a bath with some rose petals and lemons. You dried yourself off and put on some undergarments not really wanting to put on clothes.

You got your face mask starting to put on your face as music played in the background. Setting the bowl down you looked at your green face laughing a little as you walked back into your room. Grabbing a magazine you were about to lay on your bed when you heard a knock on your apartment door. You got up walking over to the door not really thinking about putting something on first.

You twisted the knob opening it to see Justin in sweatpants and a t-shirt holding a bag in his hand. He looked up at your from his phone as his eyes went wide. You were wearing a bra, panties, and had the green mask all over you face.

“Oh my god—I didn’t know you were coming” You shirked, hiding behind the door before his eyes could look any further.

“Sorry I texted it you didn’t answer though.”

“Yeah, I was having a me day.” You explained, you currently wanted to just hide in a box.

“Well, I brought snacks and a movies.” He shrugged putting his phone in his pocket. “And I think I might need some of whatever is on your face.”

You chuckled opening the door wider to let him in. Justin hasn’t really seen you in anything but clothes so this would be new and he would just have to deal with it. He walked inside and you closed the door his eyes traveling up and down your body.

“Niceoutfit, I think.” He said, taking off his hat and running his hand through his messy hair. He set it on your counter then started to pull things out the bag setting them down too. He pulled out sour patch kids, some chips, a drink for the each of you.

“Thanks,” You laughed. “Do you still want some of this stuff on your face.”

“Hell yeah”

So obviously Luke had texted you to come over, and of course you agreed. It was one of those rare times when it would just be you and him. With him always being with the boys, or on tour it was hard to catch him by himself. “I ordered pizza, and downloaded a shit load of movies.” Luke would say to you as you walked in. You both would sit down on the couch, eating pizza whilst cuddling and watching a movie. You noticed Luke looking quite odd so you ask him what’s wrong. “Well, y/n, I think I um… No, I love you. More than a friend. I love you and your smile, your laugh, your voice, your intelligence, your eyes and just everything about you. I’ve felt this way for a while but I never really had the courage to tell you.” Luke would slightly mumble. His cheeks would be a light shade of red and he tried to remain eye contact with you but he simply just couldn’t. Despite the silence between you too, you pushed yourself further on to him to give him a well needed kiss