#cause I feel like still seeing the characters' name being filtered out isn't that much better cause u KNOW it's someone else's selfship

[futurewife]

would y'all be mad if i f/o a.drian from p.eacemaker. I think im committing to the bit and watching it. Is anyone going to be mad? I just want him so bad. there are guys that are so dream girl to me

[autistichalsin]

Okay, I’ve been a bit scared because I’ve been observing from the sidelines, but I do want you to know this isn’t a hateful or troll ask, I’m genuinely asking for clarification.

In my experience, “pro-shipping” has always meant ‘problematic shipping’, and all of the people I’ve talked to about this have said the same thing.

Am I the one who’s misconstrued? I really don’t get it.

Being called “pro-harassment” or “pro-censorship” is hurtful and confusing as all hell.

I don’t harass people for what they create. I don’t care to do that. I block and move on, and warn people if I know they could be upset by the content.

But I also don’t understand how certain things are justified.

I am personally not bothered by much, but I have watched friends and acquaintances go through visceral traumatic reactions because people have decided to air out their coping by sharing it with the public. (I.E, people who write romantic incestual fics, etc)

I don’t give a shit what people write. I really don’t. But it feels harmful to use the excuse of coping when you, in turn, could be hurting dozens of others.

Like I said, I genuinely am not trying to be hateful here. I’m confused, and still distraught that all of this is happening. I don’t think anyone deserves to be harassed. I just also don’t get the logic here.

Pro-shipping never once meant problematic shipping. It meant opposite of "anti" because antis would come and invade the tags and asks, calling them all kinds of names if they found their ships distasteful.

Sorry that being indirectly accused of supporting harassment hurt your feelings. Imagine how I felt, being DIRECTLY accused of supporting rape in real life because of my taste in fiction. You are throwing in your lot with people who can't distinguish fantasy and reality.

I don't like incest fics either, anon. They are triggering for me. So you know what I do? I don't read fics tagged as incest. For that reason, I have never been triggered by an incest fic. I suppose I would be if I read an incest fic that wasn't tagged as much, but you will never find a single pro-shipper who defends posting such content without a tag. You are responsible for your own experience online; it is your job to curate the content.

If it was just seeing that the fic exists that triggered the response, then I'm sorry to say they're still in the wrong. As a survivor, learning that triggers exist and how to navigate those triggers is on you. We are responsible for how we deal with our trauma. Your friends didn't deserve their traumas, and they deserve kindness and support, but requesting that people never be allowed to write distasteful fiction so that they don't have to be upset by the idea that someone somewhere shipped incest is not reasonable. Their feelings are valid; it's totally reasonable to be triggered, to strictly curate your online experience. It's reasonable to block everyone who ships the upsetting incest ships, to put an "incest shippers DNI" on your page, all of it. It's not reasonable to call them supporters of IRL incest or to accuse them of causing your trauma. It isn't hard at all on AO3 or Tumblr; they even give you the option to blacklist/filter out certain tags so you can avoid it without blocking users. There's easily half a dozen safeguards that already exist that are a lot less radical, a lot less likely to be weaponized against queer users, and a lot easier to enforce than trying to remove them.

Me writing fics, such as a character using kink to cope, can only harm a user who doesn't curate their feed (and who reads fics they know will trigger them, which I can only assume would then be a purposeful form of self-harm). Denying other survivors their coping mechanism, though, IS a direct form of harm. Stigmatizing recovery by saying that survivors are in any way akin to abusers for creating fiction is a direct form of harm.

It sounds to me like you've absorbed some very harmful and very narrow ideas of what recovery should and should not look like, and what is and isn't a good/valid survivor. You might want to reflect on why you're turning your attention to policing what survivors do to cope so much.

[ilikelookingatthings]

The Person I Loved Asked Me to Die in My Younger Sister's Place

I got some thoughts about this shoujo I'm reading recently.

Its got a interesting situation where the main character is 20 years old at the begining of the story. She was adopted by GENUINELY kind and loving people who have a younger daughter and has a childhood friend name bright(who seems to have silver hair and gold eyes).

She was researching Miasma which is a energy that filters to become magic that she has some resistance to with the plan to make a breakthrough to achieve multiple things. first is to gain honor which she could gift to her loving adopted family (they seem to be fairly high up but not too high up)since there is a hierarchy which could affect people. Second is to help her friend Bright(who can't use magic) to be able to use magic.

With her third Goal where is she helps Bright in this way and gets achievements she could proudly confess her feelings...as despite being close friends she doesn't have the confidence to admit her feelings to him when she feels the hiearchy might get in the way.

Her sister was then chosen to go to this side realm called the Dawn before time as a guardian(sacrifice) to put a dragon tree to sleep which is a guarnteed death sentence. Where as you guessed it our character goes in her sister's place but ends up surviving for 23 years where we REALLY begin our story...where out of the blue a portal opened up where Bright walks through...only its not Bright...its Bright and her sister's son Llyod.

I think what I find most fascinating is the people aren't strait up evi; people. Its a cliche at this point that to up the tradgedy the story would have her adopted parents be terrible people, and her sister a brat who would willingly sacrifice our main character because isn't biologically related to them, or Bright being our main character's lover who chooses the sister over her.

But it allows the situation to be genuinely complex because her adoptive parents genuinely care about and love our main character. The mom did impulsive wonder why it couldn't be Elaine(our MC) but its clear the mom is desperate and not thinking strait and the dad immediatley shuts that down and there is immediate apologies. Not to mention it was also influenced by the fact our main character who has Miasma resistance has a better chance of survival rather than the guarteed death the younger sister would face.

Though I will not excuse the fact that everyone still saw it as a death sentence because too much exposure will certianly kill you regardless of your resistance. Its still messed up....but at least the mom didn't impulsively say it with nothing in Wisteria's favor.

They all had looked for alternatives to try to save the sister from going for ages. exhausting all the options for what seemed like a while even though they can't refuse the royal request as their daughter had been chosen due to age, a low amount of magic and because they were the lowest rank of the canidates.

We can't blame others for refusing to volunteer since its a death sentence and it seems without a sacrifice going the miasma would cause alot of death.

and the younger sister is GENUINELY a good person. She gets upset on Elaine's behalf when people all her a witch and talk bad about her. had cried in her place when someone broke a hair clip that was important to Elaine. She clearly admires Elaine who is a composed lady with good manners and picked fights with others when they talked smack about her. and it seems she had to be distracted and was not aware that Elaine was going to volunteer in her place and seems to feel such sorrow her memories got fuzzy. often praising Elaine her eldest sister as well and roasting/bantering with Bright at times.

Even Bright who I assumed was trash is more complex than I though. Elaine doesn't like him for shallow reasons...he's genuinely not a bad guy. He complimented her eyes when he first saw her and when we see her get insecure about being called a witch due to studying magic, or being too tall he makes sure to compliement her and distract her. He seems fairly socible and seems to have a strong sense of justice. He was willing to put himself in danger to protect a stranger(luckly Elaine saved him in time by sucking up the Miasma).

When her parents thought they could just get her a new hairclip...he noticed she was hurting emotionally becuase its what teh hairclip represented to her that was important and he picked a fight to defend her feelings and honor even if it could get him in trouble since the other guy was higher in hiearchy over a hairclip that no one else took seriously.

while I could see why she could feel led on since he did compliment her alot and why some people reading it could feel like he used her....its pretty clear they ARE friends. and he doesn't owe her to return her feelings which she never told him about since she feels like she can't proudly say her feelings as a adopted daughter who's family is lower in the hierarchy than him. He clearly loves her sister who he banters with and who doesn't hold back with being blunt with him...compared to our Elaine who wanted to help fix his issue with magic and tip toed around it since she knows it a sore spot...her sister is direct in saying he'd get a bigger ego and doesn't pity him for it.

He does his best to find alternatives to try to save the sister who cried in his arms about not wanting to die who he loves.....until in his desperation he asks Elaine to take the place of the sister due to her having a higher chance of survival after exhausting all other options and in his desperation to save the woman he loved. No doubt he is still trash for asking someone else to die in someone else's place and implying he'd pick the love/her sister over his friend who's life is just as valuable. but he also clearly KNOWS what he is asking is unreasonable and fucked up and the surprise on his face in the manga when our main character agrees so easily!

Like he couldn't help asking because he loves the sister but wasn't actually expecting her to agree to sacrifice herself...how he's still messed up because he asked and how he could see her shaking even as she put on a brave face saying she knew this was one the only way to save the sister and that she feels bad that she needed him to say it instead of volunteering herself on her own. god when she asked him for at least a hug and how it parallelled the scene she saw when her sister was being held as she cried in fear earlier and teh contrast in how her feelings aren't returned.

just DAMN.

How despite herself our main character can't hate him for it because she never told him her feelings. How Elaine had felt dirty because she had for a moment felt she might have a chance with Bright if her sister was out of the picture. How everyone sees her as this great sister but she knows when seeing her sister cry over potentially having to die she herself was crying and upset because she saw how Bright dearly loved her sister and held her and hearing it fully confirmed. How she had tried rushing her research previously because she sensed Bright's feelings for her sister and just wanted a chance to grab him before the sister took him...even though she knows Bright doesn't owe Elaine his feelings. How she understandably doesn't want to die herself so had been avoiding the obvious idea of volunteering in her sister's place and she had so much to live for. and yet how she is so upset having to hear her crush ask her this....and we see her try to play up her doing it for her sister and not adress her hurt feelings....

yet I can't tell if Bright caught on or not since she asked for a hug and gave in so easily. How despite how she is clearly loved by her family she might have been putting pressure on herself to be a good girl and feel grateful.

And I'm pissed because she had tried to study Miasma specicially because of her feelings for Bright for a chance he could use magic...which had caused people to judge and look down on her due to the ominous stigma about Miasma...calling her Witch....so the guy asking her to go instead of her sister HURTS...but it was also her choice to study that since she had felt it was a requirment to try to ask him out...even though it seems she could have just told him.

Like..I'm pissed at Bright because Elaine deserves the world...but I also like how they don't make him evil or callous. He KNOWS what he is asking is unreasonable and horrible. that its selfish to ask a friend to die in the place of someone you romantically love.

Its also interesting because considering how he treated our main character...I can't help but wonder if maybe she could have had a chance if she had spoken up in the past to him about her feelings as he did treat her really well..and how we see Bright has insecurities was something she let affect herself as well...along with her own...

like Bright was always good to her and defending her...but she was good at magic (or at leats could use it) while Bright who was seen as perfect aside from the fact he couldn't use magic...so her study on Magic to some degree drove a small wedge because he was cearly upset that while he was incharge of protecting her...she was teh one who protected him with magic...and how he knows if she had been in his position he wouldn't have been able to help her. and while she was senstive and knew it hurt him...by not being blunt about it...it just made him more self conscious about it. and he didn't seem to know she wanted to help him gain magic. He never tried to make her selfconscious about it but ELAINE was definitly thinking it was putting salt in his wounds.

which contrasted her sister who was blunt and harsh and didn't pity him about it(even if it wasn;t REALLY pity on our main girls side).

Alot of the society seemed to judge her for being tall and it seemed Bright was on the short side of things and so she thought that he wouldn't be interested by herself.

it keeps a nice balance where I might not like Bright that much because he asked out Elaine to sacrifice herself....but issue that blocked him and Elaine wasn't him leading her on(aside from maybe being too nice), or using her, and he never tried to put her down/discourage her....but it was semi due to the society and Elaine projecting her insecurities as well as being sensitive/aware of his own. I want to be mad at him because she liked him for good reasons and was affected by him on her own due to her love for him.

I adore her talking sword which is a holy sword that when it sensed her choosing to sacrifice herself for her sister despite it meaning her own death chose to follow her.

This holy sword is funny because it screams when its unsheathed like she got it naked X'D and pokes fun at her for being old(I think she is technically in her 40s when the main story starts since its been 23 years since she sacrificed herself and she was 20 at the time). and the holy sword is sensitive because she might have agreed to sacrifice herself for her sister...but she was still wronged for being asked...and she was influenced because the person she had loved asked her to do this. along with herself hatred due to her jealousy of her sister and wanting to get away from her broken heart....she wouldn't have been a bad person if she had said no because it was unreasonable...and I like despite her sister being a motive for her....the sword doesn't ignore her broken heart and how she was influenced by love

What I find fascinating is the people aren't simply bad or good. Our main character wasn't so sweet she could happily wish Bright and her sister happiness and had thoughts of if only her sister wasn';t around and being jealous. but that also didn't negate she loved her sister and her family. the family loved her but they impulsively treated her different in the heat of losing one even if they backtracked and hadn't realized her trying to be so well behaved was due to feeling like she had to be grateful for being adopted. Her sister genuinely loved and and defended her and thought the world of her and cried on her behalf...but also hadn't realized her obvious feelings for Bright and didn't realize that crying on her sister's behalf made her sister feel like she had to be more responsible. Bright was genuinely a good friend who did his best to cheer her up and try to support her...but he also didn't notice her feelinsg and how some of his insecurities might have influenced her and being to nice gave her false hope..and he asked her to go in the place on the person he was inlove with despite knowing thats unreasonable and unfair of him to ask of her to do...he still asked.

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Now the more Juicy Drama is now 23 years later the son of Bright and her Sister has come for the holy sword and he looks JUST like bright aside from the bangs and longer hair(he's got a pony tail!).

which is awakening alot fo mixed feelings in her understandable..she had been in love with Bright since they were kids and she had focused so much on surviving in the Land before Dawn....seeing someone who looks just like Bright is alot for her....like so much time has past the romantic feelings seem to have faded understandably...but it seems she stagnated a bit in that land emotionally to soem degree because it seems she does not age as she looks exactly the same as she did when she entered). which caused a misunderstanding as Llyod assumed she was a monster or a phantom taking the shape of her at first since she never aged and he had been warned of the possibility before entering...as no one would assume she would have loved that long.

(as she does have natural resistance and the holy sword is whats been keeping her safe as she foudn other ways like a special tea to handle the Miasma).

It seems they have a magical devise now that helps absorb Miasma as Llyod came for the sword but it might not last too long.

I'm having a interesting time with Llyod becuase he didn't make a great first impression and looking like her first love both does and doesn't work in his favor...but whats most fascinating is he doesn't seem that sociable..which is strange because both his dad and mom are really popular..they both smile easily and are good at talking and gentel...while our guy seems to frown, be nuetraul or smirks like a bit of a brat.

It gets even more interesting because his younger siblings are social and good at expressing emotions and are very expressive much like their parents unlike him...who seems to have a bit more of a pokerface as his nuetral face.

which made a interesting parallels with our MC as she felt like a outsider in her family due to her looks physically and how she was calmer than her sister and strugged to say her feelings as openly...

But then I actually think he is closer to his mom in his bluntness. He isn't the most tactful and definitly not a sweettalker but he is blunt and honest and we see while at first he seemed rude....he tends to be fairly straitforward in his own way.

He doesn't know how to feel about our MC because his parents don't talk to her much. aparently due the the nature of teh holysword leaving and someone volunteering in the sister's place...people decided to act like she was banished and that she had stolen the holysword(which is honestly a dick move). Its basically a human sacrifice that went around teh order of the royals since the peron they chose didn't go...and ist not a good look that a adopte daughter was sent in the place of the biodaughter...and it seems to truth was covered up by the royals....which is REALLY unfair...but does imply her family wasn't allowed to say the truth.

We see the issues a interesting dynamic between Llyod and his father Bright when it comes to Magic. Llyod unlike Bright was tall but also VERY talented at magic...so talented that prideful teachers would quite becuase he learned so fast...and his father seemed insecure about not being able to use it himself...so seemed to try to drive home that he shouldn't rely on it/use it...like we see how his mom had soothed Bright by loving him as a person and pinting out that the magic wasn;t what was important...its you as a person...but by doing so his parents seemed to discourage and not praise him for his abilities the way he deserved ebcuase he honestly was very talented.

and he tried to make a name for himself and work on his magic and swordmanship to differeintiate himself from his dad...but also to use this great talent he had.....so much so he joined battles and wars against monsters which most nobles would avoid...but he was looked down there as well because people would assume it was just a hobby, that he wasn't serious about it, and that he was only in there becuase of connections where they would ask like his talent was due to his fatehr or his family name anyway.......in fact he was so talented that he was compared to a monster even though he works really hard.

We also see him struggle with relationships becuase he isn't very expressive... as many girls like him...and if he sees something in the girl he sees as interesting or that he coudl like he will say yes and date them and do his best to treat them well even if the feelings are unbalanced at first...just for them to dump him because he isn't in love with them...not matter if he does like them and is sincerely doing his best...he feels like he keeps messing tht up.

WHats fasinating is at first we assume he came to get the sword becuase he has great love for someone...as we know Elanine's motives for a great feat had been to ry to get Bright;s attention and teh right/courage to act on her feelings...and how Bright had a love for her sister......and he seems to have planned to get the sword for the princess to prove his sincerity....

but whats fascinating isn't really romantic...he was drawn to the fact the princess seemed to see him and not a shadow of his dad and unlike the otehr girls who said they just wanted to be by his side and wanted him to give love which he did his best to give his sincerity which never got across. the princess wants something concrete to prove a feelings...a action that can prove his is of great merity and how far he is dedicated to try to be a suitor.

like...on one hand it feels kindof messed up to have someone have to PROVE their feelinsg by going on a dangerious mission...on the other...teh orinces and Llyod seem to be on the same wave length and she honestly seems pretty cool and she was straitforward with him.

If Elaine and Llyod aren't a couple I actually wouldn't have minded the princess and Llyod as they give of a practical relationship based on respect energy in a different scenerio...but then of course Llyod wouldn't get a chance to grow in that case.

Whats more interesting is while we could see Bright's issue with Magic is based on his insecurities...there ARE layers to it as well.....as it seems Bright and the sister are forever reminded of Elaine due to her magic and Miasma...it seems the mom got so sad afetr she went her her place she had a breakdown and they avoid mentioning her to not risk triggering a attack of her memories...and we know that people with magic were often prideful(like Llyod's other teachers) and how someone had attacked Bright before on purpose using magic. WE can also assume there is guilt from it on Bright's part becuase he has asked Elaine to sacrifice herself for her sister's sake.....WE know Bright had been a genuinely good friend to her before and had cared but the trauma to his loved one and that he is directly responsible for his wife's sister going in her place would have understandly caused some issues in the relationship.

So him telling his kids not to mention Elanine or ask about her around the mom does genuinely seem to be avoiding hurting the mom...but also feels convenient because how do you look your kids in the eye and tell them about a dear friend/their aunt who you convinced to go in the place of the mom? How do you tell them the truth when the royal family has a ruling and a story about her stealing the sword and being a criminial?

It fascinating trying to guess how others feel about eachother in this family? Does Llyod remind them of Elaine which is why they struggle with him? like how like Elaine he chooses to keep going into magic and going into a dangerious situation as he seemed to do things against his parents wishes.....

We can assume there is a shared trauma for the parents about losing their kid Llyod like they lost Elaine...as we have seen a flashback about how he had saved his younger siblings from going over the cliff but ended up falling himself...he had almost died infront of his parents eyes....He also isn't expressive like his siblings and even less so that Elaine who was able to show her care properly on her face and was expressive in her own way...

We know that Llyod has a complex because people keeping comparing him to his dad but don't praise the things he wants to go into(magic and swordsmanship)....or how they attribute him as taented de to his bloodline dismissing his efforts, and how he is VERY strong...where people comapre him to a monster becuase he is so talented.....even though they completely ignore the signs he has complex feelings...how he seriously struggled against and monster and instea dof automatically giving him help and feeling guilt since they didn't send people to help him...they try to sooth their guilt and bruised pride by acting like he is a monster just because his face isn't that expressive.

We saw his parents unintentionally imply that something was wrong with him/his personality just because he wasn't as expressive as others...and while it seems he DOES seem to struggle with emotions at times...it also feelings its due to how he could pick up disapproval from others.

He has a fasinating desperation because he doesn't really feel accepted for being himself and due to how exceptional he is it causing other sto judge him quickly...even more because he isn't palitable socially compared to others. even more because he is genuinely pretty sincere.

while the Aunt nephew things is weird(not being related being a saving grace at least) let along the age gape....I'm not against shipping it eventually...and at the very least I can sense a interesting dynamic between Llyod and our main character because he isn't 'kind' like Bright is or sweet towards her like her sister but he has a bluntness that her sister had and a sincerity and firm drive when he has strong feelings about something..which are thinsg that drew Elaine to her sister and her crush in the first place...but he also acts a bit like a brat at times...but also pretty respectful at the same time.

and the drama is fascinating....Llyod can banter and get under Ellaine's skin and he is interesting in magic and genuinely respects her and can talk shop so to speak with her compared to others(like bright). His complimenst are just as sincere as Brights but even more about her skills which she has worked hard to survive on. He can be just weird enough that elaine is thrown off her kilter at times XD

the mixed feelings on her part becuase he looks so much like her first love who hurt her nd his direct connection that respresents that union as well as the connection he has to the people and family she had adored so much. YES! how when he gets her heart skipping a beat we can't ell if its becuase she isn't used to people, if its due to how he looks like Bright and she is projecting and when its actually due to a specific Llyod aspect.

How hi simularities to his dad drawns her in but also repells her...but we also see the bigger differences in him as a person due to the comparisons on her part which really makes me excited to see if they'll fit as the better couple.

ot gets even more interesting because we's seen her view on Bright and her sister which was from ages ago...and we get to know how they've changed and how Llyod knows a different version of them.

the excitment of how Llyod doesn't know the details yet of what happened...he doesn't know she chose to sacrifice herself for his mom...or that she did it more because his dad asked her to do it. How she is used as a scape goat when she is genuinely a good person...how the witch comment was them being assholes when her research was genuine and she is so smart and talented and how she probablycould have had breakthroughs if she had stayed. and he is already uncomfortable with the idea of people talking bad about her when his one good teacher(her old friend who was in her research lab) tried to tell him a bot more of the truth...the unfairness of how she doesn't get mentioned depite what she did for that family.

and if he falls for her...will she believe it? will he be seen properly or will the sins of the father block her from falling for him?

not in the romantic sense...I''m just SO excited to see what happens if she gets back home? will she be accepted with open arms? judged as some witch or monster because she didn't die? Dig up old wounds and guilt for her loved ones because of what they let her do.

and supposedly they could be there up to half a year as he tried to learn from her and try to beat her for the sword.

We know she already made an impression on Llyod for how talented and strong she is and all she's been through and how she is caring and saved him. She upset him by comparing him to his dad(which she doesn't know would be a bad thing but she picked up made him uncomfortable) while we know he has alot of complex thoughts about her because her family doesnt talk about her properly and how her being different is pretty refreshing for him...but was a sore spot for her since she was adopted and self-conscious about it. and how he seems so desperate to try to prove his value...but also doesn't value himself enough which pot calling kettle black on her part...she fell with him and assured him she'd catch him if he fell and properly scolded him but didn't discourage him from magic like his dad and mom does.

Elaine seems perfect for him who feels a bit off in a different way from his dad...and I'm even more curious because Llyod got to do this due to help from the princess...but how will the royal family being involved make his family feel? like his mom and dad lost elaine to the land before dawn and now their eldest son has gone to a dangerous place with no guarantee he won't die from Miasma(even if he has a device) let alone the monsters in that dimension...and we know how he is loved by his siblings...

its also kind of curious because both Llyod and Elaine are eldest siblings....the research alone though is going to be so interesting if they bring the info they know back!

and trying to guess how everyone would react if they go back....let alone if they don't go back...

let alone any mysterious involving the holy sword XD

will she see Llyod as his own person or will her feelings for Bright get in the way?

its So exciting!

[peachesnjamm]

Can Sam Nook take c!Dream's final canon life?

tw//c!Tommy hurt, c!Dream hurt, character death, blood, panic attacks, slight self-harm 

Tommy isn't sure of how long he's been hiding for. Gods, all he knows is that no-one is here with him right now, and that he's going to die. Tommy holds his breath, squeezing his eyes shut to will away the trembles that force their way through his nerves.

Sapnap had told him days before that he had business to attend to in Kinoko. When Tommy had whined and groaned incessantly at Sapnap's "inability to commit to their cause", Sapnap had only grinned, calmly reassuring Tommy that nothing would happen while he was away.

Phil is up in the north, probably sleeping in his cabin. It was early, and Phil isn't much of an early bird. Even if he was awake, he is thousands of blocks away in the overworld, and nether travel isn't exactly possible at the moment for Tommy.

Tommy had even gone through every contact he trusted in his communicator. As soon as he had saw Dream, he had hidden himself away in obsidian, sending message after message of "SOS" and "DREAM IS HWRE" and "PLWASE COMR". The messages only got more unreadable from there, before Tommy had shut his communicator off entirely in case it was too bright or made too much noise.

Tommy clamps his jaw shut, ignoring the pain that shoots up to his temples. Anything to keep himself from crying. He had to be quiet. He could feel tears streaming down his face, but they felt distant and cold; he didn't have the ability to cry like he needed to right now. 

Tommy can hear footsteps tap tap tapping through the house, impossibly light on the wooden floors. He hears the steps getting closer, and bites his cheek hard enough to taste red iron on his teeth. The ladder to the attic creaks softly, and Tommy holds back a sob that threatens to spill by gripping the sleeves of his t-shirt with his shaking fingers.

Quiet. Be quiet. He'll leave, just be quiet. He won't find you. Be quiet-

"Oh, Tommy~" Dream draws his name out with a pen that taints the air, and Tommy wants to sob and cuss him out and hide-

"I know you're in that- this obsidian closet, Tommy. You should know better than to underestimate me. I will always find you." 

Dream sounds almost irritated, but Tommy can picture the way he's smiling; eyes scrunched with sick laughter, hidden behind pale porcelain- 

"I won't hurt you if you get out of there on your own." Dream pauses, before hissing out a small string of chuckles that paint his next words red: "I promise."

Tommy clutches himself closer to the obsidian walls, his vision going splotchy as he holds his breath. Air catches in his throat as terror grips his insides. He feels lightheaded, and oh Gods, he can't see- And he knows he's going to be sick as Dream's gentle footsteps approach his hiding spot-

Dream saunters into the doorway of Tommy's hiding place, his netherite gear glistening in the early morning light that filters through the barred windows. Tommy glares up at Dream through teary, slitted eyes. 

It happens nearly in slow motion; Dream swings his axe up, the sharp blade catching the light in prettiest way, before he suddenly falters. Dream stumbles forward in a mixture of pain and shock, the silent morning being abruptly punctured by Dream's axe clunking heavily to the ground. Wet coughs rip through Dream's crumbling form, red beginning to dribble from the bottom of his mask as he inevitably fails to steady himself. Dream's hands are painted with blood as it catches at his clutching fingers. 

Tommy sits still, quiet sniffles turning into wrenching sobs as Dream finally falls to reveal a tanuki-robot standing in the doorway. Sam Nook twists its sword from the limp body with graceful ease, shoving Dream away with its metallic foot. It wipes its blade clean on the rapidly fading corpse, before it files the weapon away into its inventory. 

Sam Nook finally turns to acknowledge Tommy. 

"YOU ARE SAFE NOW, TOMMY INNIT."

[crystxlclear]

sudden desire

chapter two: coffee times ten

part three of sudden desire

prologue / one / masterlist

in which two best friends won’t admit they’re in love so decide to have a baby together instead.

pairing: marcus pike x original female character

summary: coffee, coffee and more coffee. coraline ropes marcus into babysitting duties.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: the slightest smidge of angst? boyfriend material marcus (needs his own warning because he’s soft af), mentions of divorce? mentions of pregnancy? two idiots being domestic af without realising it. honestly i’m just pulling these warnings out of my ass idk what counts anymore

author’s note: sorry if there’s any errors, i’m honestly the world’s worst proofreader (last time i went to post this, there were still passages from when this wasn’t fanfiction and marcus was an actor like cora, cause that would have made total sense!) but also i get super hypercritical so it’s best if i just don’t read and reread my work oops... anyway, enjoy!

Monday morning comes and she’s wearing the dress that he likes. It's the yellow one she wore the day they met, the reason he calls her sunshine, and she smiles as she sweeps effortlessly into the coffee shop. Coraline pushes the sunglasses she's wearing up onto her head and greets him with a hug and a small 'hello' muffled against his shoulder. 

It's only January but the sun still seeps in too brightly through the shop's thatched windows; it casts her in a halo of gold as she sits in the armchair across from him. Even despite the warmth pooling in the air, he can tell she's still cold, from the way her shoulders shrink inwards and she wraps her arms around herself. If she is cold, she doesn't let him know, just takes a moment to run her hands up her arms before wrapping them around the mug of coffee he'd ordered her. He'd told her to go see someone about it — constant chills aren't exactly normal — but she'd refused, brushing off his concern with a simple shrug of her shoulders and an insistence that she'd be fine. She'd also pointed out that it was, in fact, January and it was meant to be cold, even if it wasn't. It still hasn't stopped him from worrying, though. 

"You left early last night." He points out. Last night, some high-end gallery opening in downtown D.C., too many cameras and far too many people. He’d invited her as his plus one, purely platonically, of course, and because he knew she was the only friend he had that liked art just as much as he did, though she hadn't wanted to go. He hadn't blamed her, especially when they’d got there; Coraline's ex, Scott, and his new girlfriend had shown up, apparently friends with the gallery owner, their hands a little too wandering. If his ex and their new partner showed up, flouting their relationship in front of him, he'd be pretty upset and reluctant to go, too. He’d managed to persuade her to come the night before, albeit through incessant nagging, so much so that he thinks she probably only relented to shut him up. Though, looking back at it now, he wishes they had just stayed at home.

Coraline hums into her coffee cup. Her brown hair still falls in loose, half-styled curls around her face; she tucks a little behind her ear. "I was tired. My bed was calling," she insists with a bright smile. 

He doesn't entirely believe her, even though she's a pretty great actress and, consequently, just as good at hiding how she really feels. Because he knows she saw them last night. It was hard not to; a cramped room like that gave you no place to hide, and they weren't exactly being subtle. He saw the way she'd shuffle uncomfortably then their laughter would filter through the quiet space, soft but still piercing. Marcus was convinced that they were doing it on purpose, especially when he caught Scott stealing glances from across the room whenever he thought no one was looking. He was trying to get a reaction and, being as graceful as she was, she hadn't given him that, even if she had spent the entire night with her brows furrowed and wearing a smile he could tell was fake.

He watches her curiously; the way she sips her coffee slowly, how her hair curls softly against her neck, the gentle curve of her pink lips that seems permenant around him. But he’s never been the most subtle, at least, not around her. She notices him staring, gaze lingering for far too long over the gentle contours of her face, and their eyes meet for a second; they're immediately lit by another even brighter smile that pulls across her glossed lips. "What?" She questions. Her cheeks always flush pink whenever he looks at her for longer than a moment. 

He shakes his head, returning her smile, perhaps a little too enthusiastically when his teeth peak through a little. "Nothing, I just-" I just want you to be happy, he thinks. But he doesn't say it, because she must know that already, and just shakes his head. "Nothing." He repeats. 

"You're staring."

"I am not."

"Yes, you are." She chuckles, poking his leg with the toe of her boot. “Why are you staring?”

"Cora, I'm not staring."

He is staring. He can't help it. Especially when she smiles. 

She regards him for a second. Sometimes, he wonders if she can read his mind, given the way her eyes trace over his face like she's reading a book. Truthfully, he wouldn’t mind if she did read his mind. "I'm fine." She answers the unspoken question lingering thick in the air. The real reason he's looking at her like he is. A laugh lilts at the edges of her insistence and he can tell that she's lying; there's a furrow pulling at her eyebrows that gives her away. He’s learned to look for it. "Why wouldn't I be?" She knows exactly why. But it seems like that's all they talk about, how she is. And she doesn't want to anymore. She's fine. 

Because your ex-husband spent the entire night trying to make you jealous, he wants to say. But he doesn't. He leaves it alone.

Marcus leant back in his chair. He doesn't push it. "No reason." 

Coraline peers at him over the top of her coffee cup — it's almost too big for her hands — but she doesn't press it further, even if she does raise her eyebrows a little. Or, at least, she doesn't get a chance too, because someone is calling out to her from across the coffee shop. "No reason." She repeats with a soft hum. 

She peels her eyes away from Marcus, almost like it's some great hardship to stop looking at him, and turns her smile towards whoever had called her name. He recognises her as Loren Hull, Coraline's childhood best friend, struggling to push through the door with a stroller, even as someone holds the door open for her and another helps her inside. 

Coraline watches with amusement as Loren teeters towards them. "How are you?" She asks as she hugs her. Her attention switches towards the gurgling baby in the stroller; she was chewing on a toy, far too preoccupied to pay attention to anything that was going on around her. That was until she catches sight of Coraline and cries out with glee. "And how's my favourite goddaughter?" She coos. 

Loren huffs out a groan. Her blonde hair is tied haphazardly on top of her head, curls spilling out at either side, falling into her face. There are dark circles beneath her green eyes. "She's great-" She grins down at her daughter for a moment before her head throws back. "But I'm exhausted." She's talking far too fast, the words falling from her mouth, in the same way, an almost nonsensical rambling might. It's almost like she thinks that, if she doesn't talk fast, she'll never be able to get the words out. "I can't stay long- oh, hey, Marcus-" It's like in her hurry and she hasn't noticed he's there until now. He doesn't blame her; Coraline has mentioned that she's still getting to grips with being a single mom. "-but I need coffee otherwise I'm going to pass out."

Coraline is grinning down at Loren's daughter, Maisie, whispering soft 'hello's at her, completely distracted by the baby who seemed just as captivated. The baby giggles and reaches for Cora's fingers, kicking her legs excitedly under the pink blanket. "I could look after her tonight if you need some rest." Her eyes don't leave Maisie, who's tiny fingers wrap tightly around Coraline's pointer finger. Half of him wonders if she'd actually meant to offer her help or if the whispers had come out before she had chance to think them through. 

"You could?" Loren's face lights up with relief. 

"Of course!" Cora's eyes come to rest on Marcus. "Would you mind?" 

"Not at all." He shoots her a smile. They're meant to be seeing a movie. It's some horror film he's never heard of; he isn't a massive fan of horror but Coraline had wanted to see it — it had something to do with her and her father watching horror films together when she was younger, even if they were terrible and laughably cheesy — and had managed to persuade him the night before at the gala, when they were both a little too tipsy and he was trying his best to distract her as Scott's lips dragged over his new girlfriend's neck. He'd glanced up every now and then, just to see if she was watching them. Luckily, she never was. 

"Oh, you're a lifesaver." Loren exhales, like she's been underwater for months and her head has only just poked above the surface. "Both of you." She turns to Marcus and flashes him a bright but exhausted smile. 

"What are best friend's for?" Cora chuckles as Loren pulls away to order her drink. "Drop her off later."

"I'll be by at seven," she announces as she grabs her drink, backing the stroller out of the coffee shop with decidedly more grace than when she'd entered. Patrons part the way for her and she murmurs a 'sorry' at everyone she passes or accidentally whacks with her nappy bag. 

Coraline's eyes linger on the baby for a few moments longer as they leave; her expression flickers, softening, like she's considering something, like she's plagued by conflict. Coraline taps her fingers on the table, perfect pale pink nails rapping a steady beat against the wood. Eventually, her eyebrows furrow and she draws back into herself, like realisation has hit and she's snapped herself back to reality. 

"Are you sure you don't mind? You can find something else to do, you don't have to become a pro bono babysitter with me." She wants him to help her out. She really does. She tries not to let the hopeful glint reach her eyes.

But she feels especially bad because Marcus rarely has days off. It's a rare Sunday when he's in between cases and hasn’t been dragged in on a weekend. And she's dragging him along to look after a baby he's never even met before. 

He shakes his head. "Why would I mind?" He gets to spend time with her. He enjoys her company too much to turn her down.

She shrugs and takes another sip of her drink. He can tell by the way that she scowls that it's gone a little cold. He doesn't know how she drinks it, anyway. There's too much caramel — it was far too sweet — but she seemed to like it and he'd seen her tired self go through three in an hour before. "Changing diapers isn't exactly a thrilling pastime."

"I'm sure I'll live."

Coraline pushes herself to her feet. A breeze ruffles the skirt of her dress, billowing the pale yellow fabric against her knees like it had a mind of its own. She finishes off the last drops of her drink and sighs. "Well, then, we’re going to need some more coffee."

...

Coraline has been rushing around her apartment for most of the day. She isn't sure if she's nervous or if she just has too much caffeine buzzing through her veins. Perhaps it's both. She's not even aware of her surroundings, only that Marcus has been sitting on the couch trying to get her to relax for the past hour and she's fussed meticulously over every square inch of her apartment at least three times. She just needs to keep her hands busy. 

"Cora, she's a baby." He chuckles as Coraline scowls at the magazines on the coffee table. She bends down to straighten them, huffing out an inpatient breath as she does so. "She's not going to care what your apartment looks like."

She ignores him, turning swiftly on her heels to straighten out the woollen throw draping over her couch. "Relax," Marcus insists. He watches her with concern as she pauses, sucks in a shallow breath and turns to slump down against the opposite end of the couch. Her head falls back against the cushions. "What's wrong?"

"It's just-" She doesn't even know what she means to say. She doesn't really have an explanation for it — why she's frantically rushing around her apartment trying to keep her mind off Maisie and the babysitting job she'd found herself — so she doesn't bother offering one. Maybe it's because all she can think about is how much she'd wanted a baby when she was with Scott and how she has no idea what she wants anymore, now that he's gone and she's alone again. Everything's so confusing now; she can barely bring herself to think about it. It just doesn't make sense. Coraline tells Marcus a lot of things (he probably knows more about her than Loren does, and they'd been best friends since they were six) but some things just weren't for sharing. Maybe he already knows. She hopes he does, it would make things much easier, and then she doesn’t have to bite back pointless tears when she eventually tells him. 

Coraline lets out an overly-dramatic sigh and turns her head towards Marcus. He's still watching her, brown eyes softer now. He smiles and she shakes her head to clear away the thoughts. "I'm glad you're here, you know," she admits. Her eyes drag back up to the ceiling. 

"Of course you are. You'd never survive without me." He quips. 

"Oh, sure. How I ever managed to live twenty-eight years without you, I'll never know."

Marcus' eyes crease at the corner as he laughs a little at his joke. "I know you'll be good at this whole baby thing." She lulls her head to the side to watch him; she shuffles against her hip, resting her cheek against the dimpled green couch cushion and watches him as his dark eyes light up. In the time that she's known him, barely even six months, though it seems like far longer, she can only think of a handful of times when she'd seen him without a smile. Even then, most of those were after a long day of paperwork, and she could usually make him smile after a few minutes of prodding at him to tell her what's wrong. 

"I have work early tomorrow." Coraline points out. "This was a bad idea. I should be sleeping."

"Well, you did offer.”

"I know, and it was a terrible idea." She sighs. "Y’know, I think Maisie hates me."

"Maisie is a baby, Cora."

"Babies still have feelings, Marcus."

He chuckles. "She loves you, don't be ridiculous."

His words are punctuated by a knock on the door. It's almost frantic, like whoever's on the other side's intentions are urgent. Coraline groans a little as she stands up; she knows exactly who it is and she drags her feet towards the door, trying her best to push past her concern. She lowers her head to the door's peephole before yanking it open. She has a wide grin on her face when she greets Loren and Maisie. "Good evening." Her voice is lilting, soft and bright and cheerful, like Marcus is used to hearing. It makes him smile, the way she's gone from a worry that seemed to be spreading rapidly through her back to her bright self. He's never seen her so panicked, even around her ex; she's normally so laid back and relaxed. 

Coraline pulls the door open a little further before sweeping Maisie and her stroller inside. Loren murmurs that she's asleep and Cora starts to rock the stroller back and forth, trying her best to keep the baby asleep for as long as she can. It gave her time to regain her scattered composure. Marcus pushes himself up from the armchair he'd been reclined in and sweeps over to take Maisie from Coraline and away from the entryway. 

"Oh-" It startles her a little, when his hands reach out and fingers accidentally brush over her wrist. "Thank you." She smiles at him softly as he backs the stroller out into the living room. 

"Marcus is here?" Loren's eyes light up and a grin pulls at her lips when he falls out of earshot. Her eyebrows raise playfully. 

"Yes."

Her grin only widens. "Are you on a date?"

"No." Coraline scoffs. 

Loren doesn't seem to be giving up and she certainly doesn't believe her. She never does, not usually. She seems to have convinced herself that Cora and Marcus are in love or secretly dating, or both. "This is a date, isn't it?"

"It's not a date, Loren." Cora rolls her eyes but she can't help but smile. She tried to conceal it but she can't stifle the way her corners quirk upwards. It's most definitely not a date — that had ever even crossed her mind — and it's just hilarious how Loren seems to be convinced that her oldest friend is harbouring a secret affection for her best friend. She looks between them both with a glint in her blue eyes, like she knows something they don't and she's just waiting for them to figure it out. Except there’s nothing to figure out. They’re friends. Just friends.

"Whatever you say.” She giggles. Loren smiles back at Marcus, who's stood back by the couch, rocking the stroller back and forth. Coraline follows her gaze and smiles fondly at him; he's not paying attention to them and he doesn't notice the way they're both watching him. 

"We're just friends," Coraline insists again as she turns back to Loren. 

"Sure you are." She smirks. ”I promise I won’t say ‘I told you so’.”

"Just go." Coraline takes her best friend by the shoulders and guides her back out of the door but she can't help the smile that spills onto her lips again. 

"Can I be your maid of honour?"

"Go home and sleep!" 

"Please!"

"I'm shutting the door now, goodbye."

"There are diapers in the bag and she's already been fed," Loren adds hastily as Coraline inched the door shut. "I'll be back in a few hours."

...

Maisie slept for a little while, but now she's wide awake, giggling and trying her best to grab Coraline's curls. The baby sits on Cora's lap, small fingers reaching out towards her insistently. She'd offer her one of the toys Loren had left for her but she only seems interested in them for a few seconds before Coraline's hair tumbles over her shoulder and she grows distracted again. 

She's torn between tying her hair up or just letting Maisie tug on it to her heart's content. But she doesn't; she just lightly whispers no with a shake of her head, a smile and a shake of whatever toy she reaches for first. And it's a never-ending cycle until finally, Maisie decides that hair isn't for her and she prefers the blue teething ring that Coraline reaches for last.

"You really are great with her,” Marcus comments. 

She chuckles, a breathy laugh through her nose. "I'm great with everyone." She pokes her tongue at the corner of her lip and grins. He notices, when she does that, says something about herself being great or that she's good at something, her cheeks flush pink a little. She only means it as a joke, he knows that, but it's almost like it embarrasses her to say or think anything like that. Her eyes betray the way she struggles with it. 

"I have nephews." She shrugs. "I was a great babysitter back in the day."

Maisie makes a gleeful noise, halfway between a squeal and a laugh, and drops the teething ring to the sofa, disinterested. She makes a grab for Coraline's hair again, reaching forward to try and swipe it between her fingers. But Cora's own fingers block her clutches. "No," she whispers quietly with a smile and a chuckle. She pushes her small hand away gently but Maisie delights in it, face illuminating in a grin, and reaches out for Coraline’s curls insistently. 

Marcus reaches down to pick up the toy as Coraline laughs, too distracted to even bother. His arm brushes hers as he does so. She's always struck by how warm he is. The first time she'd noticed it, the day they'd first met, she thought it was because of the sun streaming in through the briefing room’s glass windows. But she’d noticed it every single time he’d touched her since — even just the slightest touch or brush of a hand — until she thinks she’s used to it. She isn’t. His touch warms whatever bare skin it touches immediately and she shudders; Marcus doesn't seem to notice and she's glad because she doesn't want to explain that one fleeting touch from him warms up her entire, otherwise freezing, body.

It's a cliche, she knows that. The kind of cliche you read about in cheesy romance novels. It makes her cheeks burn — Coraline knows she's going bright red; she can feel it crawling slowly over her skin and she shivers like there's a cold breeze dancing it's way up the back of her neck — because she doesn't know what it means. She's never really felt it before she met him, this odd, confusing burn that started in her chest, then blooms out like flowers through her whole body. She usually just brushes it off because it happens whenever and wherever, without warning It just arrives out of the blue, triggered by a glance or a laugh or the briefest touch of a hand. It's ridiculous but she can't help but turn it over and over and over in her mind at night, when she tries to sleep, until she's restless and staring at the wooden beams that stretch across her bedroom ceiling. 

"Do you want kids?" Coraline asks. It’s out of the blue. Her expression almost makes it seem like she wants him to ask her the question, like she's desperate to talk about it with someone, anyone, before it bursts from her chest. Although, he can't help but wonder if she never meant to ask, or if she regrets asking, given the way her eyes fall back to Maisie who's resumed her chewing on the teething ring again. Though, Coraline barely realises she's given anything away. Then again, she doesn't even realise that there is anything to give away. She's so enchanted by the baby and the brush of Marcus' arm against hers that she's giving away maybe a little more than she intends. It's strange to see her like this given her flustered panic of just an hour earlier. 

Marcus takes a moment, a pause to figure out the right answer, then he nods a little. "I would, yes. Some day." He pauses for another second, watching the way her eyes glimmer as she looks at her goddaughter. He already knows her answer before he even asks the question. Or, at least, the real answer. "Do you?"

Coraline's eyes light up; her blue eyes look like the sky on a sunny day. "Maybe," she hums. When she looks up to meet his eyes, the small smile she gives betrays the truth. But she cuts it off like it's wrong or forbidden or downright ridiculous, like she shouldn't feel those things. He notices the way her lips falter like she's biting back the urge to say something, a secret on the tip of her tongue, and how she tugs her lower lip in between her teeth to stop her from smiling again. 

He thinks he knows what makes her so unsure about that. Why she cuts herself off and seems to tell herself it's wrong. She's mentioned it once before, when she was tired — she talks a lot when she's tired, but it's mostly incoherent mumblings that he has to admit, he finds adorable — that Scott didn't want kids. Marcus has never brought up what she’d told him (if she really wants him to know, she'd have told him by now, when she's completely coherent and conscious) but it tugs at the edge of his thoughts as her sentences go quiet when she sees a mother and their baby. They make her smile fondly. It's a smile that's been all-too-lacking since her divorce. 

He understands. It’s happened to him before, twice now. Twice he’s faced heartbreak, that horrible moment when things go sour. When you’re left with a million little ‘what ifs’, wondering where exactly things went so wrong. Wondering if there was anything you could have done, anything at all, to make things better. It’s a dull ache that sits deep in his chest. And it’s agonising. He hates how familiar the feeling has become. 

Marcus has never told her about his past relationships - about his first marriage and eventual divorce, about his last engagement and how it had ended almost as quickly as it had begun, how he’d found himself alone in D.C. without a soul in the world to talk to - and he also hasn’t told her that meeting her was like a fresh start, like the sun had finally peaked through the rain clouds that had hung over his head for so long. She’d helped him settle, finally, even after six months struggling to feel at home in a new, lonely city. She’d welcomed him, helped him find new friends, and stuck by him the entire time. She doesn’t have to be his friend; he’s sure she has much cooler, younger friends that don’t spend most of their days hunched over an ever-growing mountain of paperwork or hidden away inside some tiny downtown art gallery. Sure, he’d be upset if their weekly meetings came to a halt, but he wouldn’t blame her if she chose someone more like herself over him.

Mostly, Marcus just hadn't wanted to dredge up old feelings, not when she was in the thick of a divorce and clearly struggling, no matter how much she pretended she was okay. So he never told her what had happened. When she'd confided in him for the first time those few short months ago, spilling her deepest secrets, staying up until 3am just pouring her heart out to him over the phone, he'd wondered if it was best to tell her. To let her know that he knew how she felt, that he understood. But he still hasn't. She’s asked about his past before, nagging until he relented and revealed things he's never really had much trouble revealing before, and he has told her parts of it. But he usually skirts around the details, like there's nothing important to reveal. He isn't sure why he does it, especially when she opens up to him so easily. He guesses that the moment has never seemed right. 

Maisie's hand is twisted into the fabric of Coraline's dress. She shakes the teething ring in her hands like it's a rattle. "I've never had the chance," she admits, suddenly. "To have kids."

"You've still got time."

"Barely." She sighs. He raises an eyebrow, like he's asking her what she means, but she doesn't continue. She waves a hand and brushes off his concern. "It's not important," she insists. 

But it is important. He knows it is. And, if it matters to her, it matters to him.

[confusedinfj]

The INFJ'S Guidebook to People: Spotting Entps

So you've tried typing by the letters and by the cognitive functions. Now you're looking to verify your typing makes sense. What are some key attritubes you should be looking for...?

A real entp is...

Not super Extraverted. Like enfps, their first function isn't about people, it's about possibilities.

Able to be mistyped as an Extraverted thinker. They like to 'think' out loud, or so it seems. They're actually just showing off. Alternatively, you're hearing their Ne. You'll be able tell the difference if you ask them for their opinion and then realise how much quieter they are.

Afraid of upsetting people. Can be easily manipulated on occasion.

Not sure of what they're feeling. Able to be convinced they're feeling anything.

Able to be excited about anything. Tell them they'd make a good doctor and watch them plan their lives as a doctor.

Usually highly intelligent.

Involved in way too many things at once.

Probably stressed because of all the things they're doing.

Accidentally flirting with everyone. They love banter, so it doesn't mean they actually like the person they're flirting with. Unlikely to lead someone on though because it's obviously playful.

Bad at remembering things. Able to throw a tantrum and then forget they did it.

Annoying. Probably the most annoying of the types in that everyone finds them annoying.

A sticky beak. They have FOMO bad.

Kind hearted. Even when they're annoying they mean well.

Liked by everyone.

Loyal.

Fond of a good bargain.

Not fussy. Happy to sleep on a bed off the side of the road.

Fussy. Just because their headphones are broken doesn't mean they're going to get new ones. They're still the best headphones ever. Also, their clothes may be all over the floor, but don't you dare put them back in the wrong spot.

Pretty happy and oblivious as kids. They often get in trouble for arguing, and then make it worse by arguing why they shouldn't get in trouble.

Rational. They like weighing up pros and cons and using reason to determine the best cause of action (Ti)

Romantic. Entps see so many possibilities and prefer not to filter their dreams through logic. You'll find that your entp friend probably has hundreds of romantic dreams they're keeping to themselves, whether it's running a farm or ruling the world.

Kind of lonely. Like enfps, most people like them, but they don't really have any close friends.

A dangerous driver. They like to speed and will justify their speeding. Just for my husband's sake, I would like to point out that it's not just him. I have another entp friend who likes to drive at 200km/h on Freeways, and another who ruins a car every other month. I actually can't believe all entps aren't dead because of their bad driving.

Sadly, a natural lawyer. They will argue about anything as if they're in a court of law, even personal matters.

Probably not aware that they're lonely.

Blunt without realising it. May really upset you without trying.

Often not aware of people being mean to them. People often mistakenly think they're patient when they are just oblivious.

Oblivious. Probably won't notice they upset you. You'll need to tell them. They will try to argue it away, so you'll need to be forthright. When they finally understand how upset you were they'll probably cry. Tertiary Fe being triggered brings on tears.

Usually pretty easy to calm down if they are stressed or crying. Since they're still rationals they like advice when they're upset.

Over defensive. Entps are often oblivious when people are mean to them, but they're also not good at telling when you're NOT being mean to them. This leads them to take offence at random things and be overly defensive about it because they feel attacked.

Messy and disorganised. Usually clean. Likely to obsessively organise one drawer when stressed, ignoring the rest of their messy house (inferior Si).

Good at taking constructive criticism. Or just criticism. Entps genuinely want to grow personally.

Argumentative. But more in a bickering kind of style, in that they just LOVE arguing about anything for no good reason. Tip: if an entp starts arguing over something stupid with you, tell them they're arguing. They will argue they're not and won't even realise the irony for a good five minutes. 😂

Usually quiet.

LOUD. there is no in-between for an entp. They get louder as they get more excited and happy.

Always working on some strange puzzle.

Sometimes creating weird puzzles. For example, my husband went through a stage where everything he would put in the calendar was in some code. The only problem was when he forgot one or two of them I had no clue what he had meant either. (and when I say code, it was like, 'I have the dentist on Monday. The dentist's name is Gordon, like the tank engine, and Gordon the tank engine is green. Green reminds me of lettuce, which is in the story of rapunzel. So imma write down rapunzel).

Soft. Even if they don't cry in public, they might tear up easily.

Big criers.

A type that naturally seems to have a bit of adhd.

A good judge of character. Sometimes they can be over optimistic though, because they really want to like everyone.

Suddenly overwhelmed. Entps will take on more and more AND MORE until... MELT DOWN. This looks like tears and losing track of everything all at once. May bring about spectacular failure if damage control doesn't occur quickly.

Things an entp might say...

'that's a cute dog. I'd like to get a dog one day. What kind of dog should I get? I don't know, I don't know any dog breeds. I think I'd name it Harold though. Only if it was a boy. Otherwise it would be Charlie...' or any other stream of consciousness monologue (Ne)

Anything that baits you into a debate. Eg, 'isn't it great how Trump wants to build a wall?'

Anything that baits you into bickering. Eg, 'I didn't say that'.

'I don't know', with regards to their opinion or feelings. This is a bad sign if it is followed by a pause, because it means they do know, they just don't want to tell you. If they really don't know it will be followed by a list of potential reasons.

'You say I annoyed you at precisely 2.15 pm. If this is the case, then why did you laugh at my joke at 2.16pm?' or any other legal speak during a personal argument.

'Do you know Hitler introduced a similar law to the one I'm breaking now? This law is evil and I don't have to follow it for that reason' or similar.

An extremely ambitious ambition such as, 'one day I'll own the moon'

Anything sad said cheerfully. For example, my husband once cheerfully told me about his friend in grade five. He finished with, 'anyway, he's dead now'.

A story that they've started half way through. They forgot the first half was in their head.

Anything annoying.

Something sweet with heart eyes.

An example of a rational but romantic entp - Tom Holland

[douchebagbrainwaves]

A BARBERSHOP ISN'T DESIGNED TO GROW FAST

Our first building had been a time of consolidation, led especially by J. I'm sure they find it constraining, but think how valuable it will be easy to get a big idea can take roost. I don't know what new forms will appear. You can see that in the group above you in the long term, because if angel rounds become more legitimate, then startups may start to opt for angel rounds even when they are or could be profitable. It would be great if a startup could do. None of them would have been there without PR firms, who generated such a buzz in the news media that it became self-reinforcing, like a branch snapping back in his face. Politics, like religion, is a good chance it will appeal to future generations that we wait till patients have physical symptoms to be diagnosed with cancer. Which means for a group of 10 people within a large organization has felt this. It seems strange to have to pay close attention to their books.

Indirectly, but they weren't going to die if they didn't get their money.1 6546 In the Plan for Spam filter, all these tokens would have had the same probability,. Back. With server-based applications, meaning programs that sit on the server. And while there might be some businesses that it would be hard not to end up like Craigslist. In such rounds they won't get the 25 to 40% of the company so it could take care of them. Of course, we're not just looking for things we can't say that are true, but whose truth favors their clients.2 VCs are quite valuation-insensitive in angel rounds—partly because the guy had done nothing wrong, but more was left to market forces. In the startup world, things change so rapidly that formerly bad ideas often become good without anyone noticing. A Plan for Spam I hadn't had any, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Between 1942 and 1945 all wages were set by the National War Labor Board.3 The people who've worked for a few key phrases and the names of the clients and the experts, look for the client.

And moreover, that the cause is not some force that's pulling us apart, but rather the erosion of forces that had been pushing us together.4 But investors' opinions are a trailing indicator.5 He was having fun.6 It was more prestigious to be one. Coprophiles, as of this writing, don't seem to be counting multiple times tend to be exactly the ones you'd want to.7 So being hard to talk to users, all the investors are your friends in words, but few are in actions. Though plenty of investors are entering this territory, there is something druglike about them, in the form of the GI Bill, which sent 2.8 Better journalism is actually slightly cheaper. In the middle of the market there wasn't much to differentiate them. The real thing is not something one could have for waiting on tables. The catch is that this is a kind of latter-day Conrad character who has worked on filters at least, pick your battles.9 Even if the big corporations had wanted to pay people proportionate to their value, they couldn't have multiple people editing the same code, because it isn't happening now.

Suppose you screw up and underestimate the 20th best player may feel he has been misjudged. But that is not how car companies operate this way is that the kind of pain you get from school is the idea that doing great things requires a lot of the company. Maybe you can, but the Milanese Leonardo?10 From one end of a pendulum's swing, the other one is probably right. But any idea that's considered harmless in a significant percentage of times and places, and yet Digi-Key is trying to censor. Gradually the government realized that anti-competitive policies were doing more harm than good, and during the Carter administration it started to erode in the 1970s, when I grew up, the ambitious had to decide whether or not to. Put yourself in the position of someone selecting players for a national team.

Early YC was a family, and Jessica was its mom. For most of the noise is whitish. So we'd refuse to fund founders whose characters we had doubts about even if we thought they'd be successful. The power of this technique extends beyond startups and programming languages and essays. In math it means that a shorter proof tends to be a member of the professional classes. They always do. We would at most have said that one could be a 10x return for an angel, and moreover, a quick 10x return.11 I should use Holland as an example of a tolerant society.

Notes

The attitude of a liberal education than past generations have. The speed at which point it suddenly stops. But we invest in it, then work on a valuation from an angel.

The second part of grasping evolution was to reboot them, maybe they'll listen to God. But the early days, but it turns out to coincide with other investors, but we are only arrows on parts with unexpectedly sharp curves. There will be better for explaining software than English.

You've gone from guest to servant.

Graduate students might understand it. But there are no discrimination laws about starting businesses. Some VCs will offer you an asking price. Even the desire to do good work and thereby earn the respect of their origins in words about luck.

Don't invest so much to seem entirely open, but it's also a name.

Wave. Investors are one step upstream from economic power, so we hacked together our own version that afternoon. I calculated it once for the fences in our case, companies' market caps will end up with an excessively large share of a liberal education than past generations have.

Hodges, Richard, Life of Isaac Newton, p.

Sheep act the way to solve problems, and graph theory. I'm claiming with the money. Though they were.

Learning to hack is a negotiation. Particularly since economic inequality is really about poverty. He made a million dollars out of the next time you raise as you raise as you start fundraising, because it looks great when a forward dribbles past multiple defenders, a proper open-source browser would cause other problems.

This is why we can't believe anyone would think twice before crossing him. Though they are like, etc. Garry Tan pointed out that successful founders still get rich from a company's revenues as the little jars in supermarkets.

Our secret is to create giant companies not seem formidable early on when you depend on closing a deal led by a central authority according to present fashions.

Thanks to Sam Altman, Kirsty Nathoo, Jessica Livingston, Ken Anderson, Patrick Collison, John Collison, David Sloo, and Rajat Suri for sparking my interest in this topic.

[futurewife]

my genuine reaction. w. when the. when there's a cute little puppy princess boy. i love havin a little gentle femdom side ngl

would y'all be mad if i f/o a.drian from p.eacemaker. I think im committing to the bit and watching it. Is anyone going to be mad? I just want him so bad. there are guys that are so dream girl to me

[futurewife]

RIGHT ALL IN just watched the s.uicide s.quad as a pre requisite :) (r.atcatcher 2 ☺️☺️😊🥰🥰🥰)

I need this I deserve this. HAHHAHA. okay be back later 👍

would y'all be mad if i f/o a.drian from p.eacemaker. I think im committing to the bit and watching it. Is anyone going to be mad? I just want him so bad. there are guys that are so dream girl to me