#i just wrote down kaz’s type in that sheet

[mechatiqe]

He doesn't say a word, almost daring Kazuichi to comment on the fact he'd filled it out (and the clear holes he hadn't crossed off, being a villian in his own mind). What can he say, it was better than doing math homework. //WAIT HOLD THE FUCK UP HOW DID I MISS THIS WHERE THE HELL WAS I FHKDSJF

IS YOUR MUSE KAZUICHI’S TYPE?

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“…...” He’s not even looking, but his whole face is red.

What Gundham doesn’t know, is that he actually fills all of them.

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[antheiantics]

ENTJ Behaviours - Everyday things the Internet analysis don't tell you about - weirdly specific edition

Loud loud laugh. The type of laugh to make you go under the table. Happens roughly 2-3 times a day.

Shouting for no apparent reason.

Zoomies, yes, zoomies around the house.

Zoomies in talking - The point is to get it out fast and furious and go on with the day. Spoiler alert: 80% of the time I have to repeat myself, because people didn't understand my point delivered in Eminem speed. I'm fine, we're fine, it's fine.

Constantly forgetting people don't have the ability to understand with just one, maximum three words. Exception: INTX

Hating to be late and arriving early. Completing several tasks while waiting.

Having absolutely no tolerance on people who are late. Holding a grudge about it. Waiting for the day to just leave so the other person learns from it.

Abrupt style changes that shock people - going from casual business to grunge fairycore, not realising that people get confused with the vibe.

ENTJ procrastination is a thing - it's just procrastinating by doing other smaller tasks instead of doing the big looming one.

Being confident all the time except in a specific moment in which it's required to.

Ordering food at McDonald's because your extroverted friends were "too shy" to.

Waiting for those same friends to say "hi" to the entire planet while you try to look confident, pretty and approachable.

Being invited in the conversation in the span of one minute and hitting it off for the next 10 minutes.

Walking fast.

The boulevard is the runway and y'all are just peasants interrupting the strut.

Making detailed plans about being a successful company owner in 10 years, but forgetting to take in the sheets the next day. Short-term goals - a strong point, if forced. Day to day to-do list - not a strong point at all, unless written down (most of the time confident enough to remember our own tasks) (most of the time we forget to do several of them, or postpone them to shove three more that we planned to do after two weeks, but oh well, an opportunity arose - extremely specific, might not apply)

Patience. Monstruos amounts of it. Miranda Priestly was just fed up after so many years in the industry and I can see why.

Pet peeves are inefficiency and people who repeat the same mistake over three times, after it was explained to them by multiple people.

Strong opinions. Controversy. How are y'all dealing with Cruella (Emma Stone) and Elizabeth Bennett (Pride and Prejudice) mix, type of person? Genuinely curious. Not asking for a friend.

As for the ENTJ men reading this - do you have like a list or diagram, with all the people that manage to keep up with your Stewie Griffin (South Park) , Kaz Brekker (Six of Crows) tendency to "invest" and Thranduil(The Hobbit/LOTR) type of beauty and pride, and how long is it? Again, genuinely curious.

Wrote the origins of criticism and invented self-criticism in the process, because emotional liability got invented roughly around the same time and apparently it was "too much" *side glances INFPs*

Crying only out of helplessness (not if you can help it, ofc) and anger.

Fan of stupid puns (extremely evident)

Might unintentionally ghost people or leave them on seen, because they messaged you while your brains were working overtime (happens too often)

Caffeine doesn't work, but it's a ritual of pleasure, not to be missed, unless the day is bound to finish in prison. Same could be said if you take tea instead of coffee.

Relaxing by watching documentaries about successful people.

De-stressing by drinking wine with that one close friend that you see once a month due to busy schedules and talking about life.

That close friend also happens to be the closest one to IxxJ type and thoroughly listens while we explain the nature of emotions and why we think that the normal emotion we felt is a terminal illness.

Flirting is a way of surviving not a way of life. Take it as you wish.

Inspecting and dissecting your crushes so you know what you're dealing with. Most of the time we "un-crush" them with a snap of our fingers.

Sometimes we "just go with it" and end in a semi-casual situationship.

When they tell you we are confident and undisturbed by flirting, they're probably lying or not competent enough about speaking on real (not psychology explained) life. We do. It's just not obvious. INTJs, INTPs and ENFJs might not agree, because they somehow just know.

Getting hurt over minimal details people mentions about us throughout a conversation but being unaffected by "the big ones".

Which is hilarious because we're major "big picture" people - details are the things we see last. Sometimes, we don't even bother to inspect them.

ENTJ: Ah, ah, okay, bye-

Other people: No, wait! There's-

ENTJ: I pretty much got it, bye-

P.S. "Pretty much go it." or "I'm gonna wing it.", but make it organised, are probably catch phrases by now. No matter what people tell you that's a major trait of XXXJ people.

When I told you we invented criticism, I forgot to mention we also helped ESTJ and INTJ invent sarcasm.

[baalzebufo]

wrote a kazumaji drabble the other day and its actually pretty decent so, feeling confident enough to actually share it here? its short and extremely sappy and fluffy and just. two dudes in love. check it out

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‘Yakuza weren’t supposed to have happy endings. Getting into the life, you knew that dying young was all part of the deal. It rarely attracted stable or healthy people for that reason. But somehow, despite everything, they were still here.‘

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Kiryu woke to the sound of rain hammering against the window. He stirred, face pulling into a frown and attempting to roll over, only stopping because of a heavy weight pushed against him. There was a second of concern at the immobility- a brief flash of every worst possible scenario, images from his past life of torture and kidnapping and capture- before he recognized the warm line pressed against his body as that of Majima. Immediately the tension slipped from his shoulders as one eye opened. The dull day outside didn’t let much light through the blinds, but as Kiryu adjusted to being awake it was enough to half see. The covers of the bed were askew and scrunched up, presumably having been kicked aside at some point in the night and only barely covering their bodies. Kiryu blinked the sleep from his eyes as he looked down at the tangle that was Majima next to him.

He was half-laying on top of Kiryu, his head resting against his pec like a pillow. Kiryu could feel his legs practically knotted together with his, coiling around him in a way that reminded him briefly of a snake. One arm lay limp at his side while the other rested on Kiryu’s chest, hand against his collarbone. Despite Kiryu’s attempts to stay still, Majima seemed to sense he was awake- he lifted his head up to look at him. A soft noise came from his closed lips as he blinked, slow and cat-like. His hair was tousled and messy and hung down over his face. Kiryu couldn’t help but find his gaze drawn to his empty eyelid- Majima had only recently gotten comfortable enough to take the eyepatch off around him, even when they were in bed. It didn’t look nearly as bad as he had expected- just a shallow dark pit covered by a loose eyelid lined with a thin scar. Really, the red mark where his eyepatch cord dug into his face looked much worse to Kiryu at this point. It must have been sore, he thought. Kiryu raised one free hand and brushed it against Majima’s cheek as he yawned.

‘Mornin’, Kazzy...’ He mumbled, voice thick with sleep as he rested his chin back against his chest. Kiryu made a soft noise of acknowledgement, his hand resting in Majima’s hair and brushing it back out of his face. His eyes drifted back to the window and the grey day just beyond.

‘I really should go shopping today…’ Kiryu muttered. There was a groan in response, and he felt Majima start shifting slowly, pushing himself up a little. His arms wrapped around Kiryu’s shoulders, and as if on instinct Kiryu tipped his head to the side and bared his neck. Seeing the vulnerability presented to him, Majima made a beeline for it- stubble brushed against the soft skin of his throat, against faint bruises that had welled up from last night. Majima inhaled deeply, the scent of day-old cologne mostly rubbed off onto the sheets and sweated out, but still faint and present. His lips brushed against old love bites and he kissed along them until he heard a content sound rise from Kiryu’s chest.

‘Stay with me fer’ a bit, Kaz.’ Majima whispered against his neck. Kiryu wrapped his arms around Majima’s sides, his hands finding the comfortable stretch of his back to rest against. He felt raised scars and healed burns and broken skin under his palms and a brief sickness threatened to rise in his throat, before the warmth and softness of Majima’s lips simmered it back down. He was safe, now. They were both safe.

Looking back at the window, Kiryu really couldn’t think of one good reason to leave the bed. The world would still be out there tomorrow, and perhaps then it would be less grey. But inside, there was warmth in the way Majima’s body slotted against his, the way his bony fingers threaded into Kiryu’s soft hair, the way his legs insisted on staying tangled around Kiryu’s in a way that would have been uncomfortable if it had been with anyone else. ‘Goro…’ Kiryu breathed, his own arms tightening around his body, pressing him firmly down against him. He didn’t want to let go- he didn’t want to leave.

Sometimes, he didn’t know what he did to deserve this. Yakuza weren’t supposed to have happy endings. Getting into the life, you knew that dying young was all part of the deal. It rarely attracted stable or healthy people for that reason. But somehow, despite everything, they were still here. Two former legends, whose names and nicknames and exploits were still being whispered in the remnants of the Tojo Clan to this day. The Dragon of Dojima and the Mad Dog of Shimano. Laying together in bed on a sleepy grey saturday morning, basking in the warmth of each other's bodies, everything slow and soft and tender in a way that would have felt foreign to them a few years ago. Kiryu felt his face twitch, and if he were a little more emotionally compromised, he may have felt his eyes welling up- but he didn’t. The feeling of Majima smiling against his neck was all it took for that looming sadness to drift back down into his soul where it rested. It didn’t matter anymore- the old life, the violence, the heartbreak. It would never leave him, he had come to terms with that, but Kiryu had learnt it didn’t control him either.

‘I love ya’ so much, Kazzy…’ Majima breathed into his ear, and Kiryu felt a familiar heat in his chest. Different to the fire that flickered inside him when they fought, but not completely- it was just another type of passion, after all. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as Majima pulled away from his throat and they locked eyes. He was gorgeous, the thought rose to Kiryu, unfettered by self-consciousness or shame. Everything about him was so gorgeous. One hand found the back of Majima’s head and pushed him down into Kiryu’s lips- a half-muffled laugh emerging from the back of his throat. He felt the way Majima wiggled against him, a quiet echo of his usual boundless energy, but for now he was content with the lazy makeout session. The kiss was perhaps a little messy, hindered by sleep and Majima’s insistence on using too much tongue for everything, but the look on his face when he pulled back made it all worth it.

Majima’s cheeks were dusted dark enough to see even in the half-light of the room, and Kiryu could feel the heat under them beneath his hand as it brushed another stray hair away from his missing eye. Kiryu smiled, and he saw the way Majima’s eye lit up at the sight- he was just as enamoured with him, he knew. Just like Kiryu, he was wondering how on earth he got lucky enough for the gods to bless him with this sight.

‘Let’s make it a lazy morning, then.’ Kiryu mumbled as Majima leant to rest his forehead against his, hands slipping from Kiryu’s shoulders down to his sides, catching onto his hips. Majima laughed something soft and quiet that made Kiryu’s heart skip a beat. The rain outside had been long forgotten.

‘Sounds good ta’ me.’

[dztn]

25 and in love. 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Hello Tumblr, we meet again. Thank you for keeping me company at my lowest. It would be unfair not to share with you the other end of my life story.

In just a few days, my child, I will be 25, which is half the age of my mom. Cool. Anyway.. It’s been months since I last wrote to you, so here I am now. The last few years were INTENSE. Since dad passed in 2014, a lot of challenges have come, one after the other. Ef kerz.. there were stories of men in between, but none like this fellow who caught my ‘hart’.

Out of all those misses, I finally have a keeper. He’s a nurse too. I’ve been told by my colleagues that it would never work out going into a relationship with a nurse. I’ve been trying to disprove them for years, alam mo naman, competitive. AHAHA kailangan manalo. But this time, I didn’t even try. We met online. He was the secretive type. He told me he was a student, but didn’t say what he was studying. This was pretty odd, given his age. He was 26, and I was 24 that time. Luhhh. With the two year difference, and the fact that I’ve been working at the hospital for almost 4 years now, LOL.. that could mean something. 😋 But I didn’t want to judge. Through our daily exchanges online, he didn’t seem like the drop out type, and he also denied studying post grad. Weird.

I slowly opened up to him, to the point of sharing with him what I did at work. It was a struggle trying to figure out how to explain a nurses job in layman’s term. Clean poop, give meds, change sheets.. blah blah.. reality = there’s so much more to nursing than changing dirty diapers. 🙄 Going back, in the course of sharing what I did at work, I was puzzled that he would understand the nature of my job, and he would even call me “nurse”. Most guys wouldn’t even care. Mmm.. this guy must be a nurse too, or must be working in healthcare, I thought. Maybe he’s in post-grad? Mmmm.. but he still denied this. Until one day, we somehow got into talking about the IELTS, an english (blah blah boring), and then he seemed interested. That’s when I caught him :) Kuya Nurse Pogi, thats how I addressed him. He hated being called “kuya” but wouldn’t mind the “pogi”. 😋😋 Kasi nga naman, entitled. HAHA no photo for now, love. Maybe in the next entry.

The first time we met. It was challenging inviting him out the first time. He had so many excuses. But hey, I wouldn’t give up on him. Sinong weak. I would ask everyday, and get turned down each time. We set a date, and he would cancel last minute. It got tiring. Each time I asked him out, I had to adjust my schedule to squeeze in a free time, and then I find out he couldn’t make it. 🙄 But this B. wasn’t ready to give up. After seeeeveral attempts, the day finally came. It wasn’t sure, so I had also made backup plans. I wasn’t going to waste a day off from work, staring at the ceiling, I’d rather stare at a bottle of beer with company. LOL.

Hiro, as how I knew him that time, set the time and confirmed. And because I already made plans with a friend, who btw is the clingiest, I had to tag him along. A chaperone on the first date. Strict ang parents??? HAHA

We were set to meet in front of one my favorite cafe in the heart of the city. After 2 cups of coffee, a glass of juice and a glass of water and several trips to the toilet, he finally arrived. I was damn nervous. Had to hold in the piss for a while, felt like a case of an autonomic bladder HAHA.

He was standing outside the cafe, tall, like 5-6 in taller. Dun palang kinabahan nanaman lalo. It was a hi, hello, okay lets get a cab. It was the most awkward taxi ride I ever had. Luckily I had Kaz on the phone, “beshie he’s here. Mukang bottom naman. Seems like the date’s a bust, come anyway”. Hahahaha Judgy me 😂😂

When we arrived at the cafe in the mountains, literal, we started to chit chat. Nye nye nye. While I was talking to him, I couldn’t help but stare. Cutie. Pogi talaga this kuya nurse 😍. It was hard picking out the food, seemed like this guy was a picky eater. I ended up ordering a lot for myself and gotten all bloated up from stress eating. When Kaz arrived after being late for 2 hours, we decided to have dinner some other place.

Dinner was served. He had grilled chicken, and I had a slab of a delicious beef steak. Yummm! It was Dad’s favortie steak house, and I missed the food. I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity eating like a pig because of a date. 🤣

Dinner passed and we decided to head home. Before we parted, this guy remembered to do what I always forgot to do with all the first dates, gave his number. Oh. So I guess it was a good sign. I pigged out and yeah, it was okay. Hihihi

That was the first date. We went out a second time and a third. Constant chats and texts. We’re still dating, exclusive this time. I had always thought that dating someone exclusively was a challenge, but with this one, easy. Seems I didn’t need anyone else. He makes me feel complete.💞

There’s so much more I want to share with you Tumblr, but my fingers are about to give up. Thanks for your time, love. I just hope I played my cards right this time, and if I didn’t, well, he still stuck around.. and that's why I love him 💕 to the moon and back..

Til’ the next time, ciao.