#if the perfectionists doesn’t get put on netflix i have no idea what i will do

[missluckycharms]

can you do a imagine where y/n plays volleyball and she gets hurt and h take care of her?

A/N: hiii! I hope you like this! I also had to look up some details about volleyball as it’s not really that commonly played here in Ireland, if I say something wrong pls ignore it I tried my best. The vaccine is kicking my ass rn, I got my second dose so if this sucks and there’s mistakes pls ignore that also 😭 Enjoy !!

This is college!Harry and Y/N I hope you don’t mind !!

Warnings: talks of smut, strong language and Harry being a sarcastic loveable asshole.

Today was not Y/N day.

First of all, she woke up late, giving her only twenty minutes to get ready and make her way to college, which is usually a thirty minute drive without traffic. She was like a lightening bolt running through her apartment, falling over Harry’s shoes that were just abandoned around her room and trying to find any clean clothes as Harry came over last night and as usual, he distracted her from doing what she needed to do, which was her laundry.

He was asleep while she did all this, her small huffs and puffs picking up his shoes and throwing them into the corner didn’t even cause the lazy log in the bed to move once, his body tucked up under the covers as his face smushed against her purple sheets as he let out small snores, she looked at him and silently wished that was her. She was lucky she packed her gym bag last night before he arrived over, all of her clothes, her ankle braces, her knee pads and her favourite trainers she wears for games all packed into her bag and all she needed to do was pick it up and throw it into the trunk of her car along with her book bag.

She kissed Harry’s forehead and again, he did not even move, he may of given out a slight hum for a grumbled word but Y/N didn’t have time to contemplate what he said, she was rushing out the door wearing clothes that were probably Harry’s as the joggers were nearly falling off her as she ran. She didn’t care though, she needed to be in her first lecture or her grades would go down. She made it to campus with only thirty seconds to spare, she doesn’t know how she wasn’t pulled over for driving faster than the speed limit when she saw the campus come into view. Her body ran through the halls, dodging anyone in her way as she dragged herself to the lecture hall where her professor was probably already starting lesson, his usual morning introduction as everyone set up their laptops or notepads for the hour lecture ahead.

She got a disapproving look from her professor when she slide into a row, flopping down onto the seat and apologising as she rummaged through her bag looking for her laptop. Her professor was already going over what they would be covering today when she realised she doesn’t have her laptop. Then she remembered where it is, it’s in her apartment in the bathroom.

Harry insisted they had a bath last night to relax her after she took some exams in college that day, the pair were soaked under the bubble filled hot water with her laptop propped up on the sink playing a show on Netflix as they relaxed and spoke about their day. She grabbed her notebook and pen and immediately began to scribble down the notes she would have to transfer onto her laptop tonight, if Harry doesn’t distract her again. She knows he might not, he has classes of his own today, his starting later than hers and his classes only being on four days a week instead of five like Y/N, yesterday was his day off, hence why he was being a needy little shit and clinging to Y/N like his lifeline until they fell asleep.

The day dragged out for Y/N, her usual one hour classes feeling like four hours, her notes taking for ages to write up as she tried to keep up with what was being displayed on the board, her lunchtime consisting of her bumming off her friend for a few dollars to get something to eat as she left her purse at home, her friend didn’t mind but she felt awful for asking. When the day finally ended she was relieved, all she wanted to do was get into the gymnasium and play some volleyball with her team to get all the anger she felt today, she was not having a good day and the only things that can help her with that is Harry or volleyball, and because she had training today over their at home game being played next week, she was relieved she could get some stress reliving in before going back to her place where she knows Harry will be — he hates his own apartment as he shares, Y/N only having a one bedroom one that she snagged and Harry being left with a flat thats shared between four people, there’s no privacy there, none.

“You’ve been tense all day, is everything okay?” Abbie, Y/N best friend asks as they begin their warm ups, the two sat on the floor side by side as the stretch their legs and arms getting warmed up for practice.

“Today wasn’t my day, woke up late, forgot my laptop and purse and now I have to go home and type up nearly fifty pages of notes onto my laptop — Who’s idea was it for me to study Biochemistry?” She laughs out, stretching her arms behind her head as Abbie follows suit, the pair watching as the coach shows them what to do, the pair sat at the back to avoid being yelled at for talking.

“I think that was your idea, I certainly didn’t force you to do that. If it helps, environmental studies isn’t easier, I swear I’m constantly writing up lab reports and giving presentations each week” Abbie rolls her eyes, the pair now doing lunges as they continue to chat.

“Shit! I have a presentation next week, I totally forgot” Y/N groans, squeezing her eyes in frustration as she hasn’t even started yet, her mind immediately going to how she has to type up the whole presentation while probably having Harry hang out of her. Harry is studying sports science, in hopes to one day set up his own personal training business. They usually have study sessions together as Harry has just as much work as Y/N, but Harry isn’t as much as a perfectionist as Y/N, he’ll slap together a presentation and call it a night while she has to make it look pretty and aesthetically pleasing.

After a fifteen minute warm up, the girls are already playing a mini match for practice, six players per team, Y/N being up nearest to the net with three other girls. She’s been named as one of the teams best scorers, her jumps are high and her force hitting the ball is something that scares opposing teams when they play competitions. She’s been on the college team for nearly two years now, her whole college course is five years long — she’s aiming for a bachelors degree in Biochemistry, she’s so happy she has something else to do while in here, she knows she would of went crazy if she didn’t have something to calm her down.

They play three games, Y/N’s team wining the first game and the teams tying on the last game due to the positions being switched and she was put to the back to give other players the chance to spike the ball up. She’s back up front on the third game, her body now rested from the small water break they were given in between the games, her body full of adrenaline and ready to play. The game is playing out as usual, Y/N jumping and spiking the ball up and over the net with the help of her team mates, the other team just as good as them as they all battle it out on the court. In the last two minutes is when it all goes downhill, Y/N jumps up to spike the ball, when she lands, she wobbles and falls over, her ankle rolling as she cries out in pain on the court, the coach blowing the whistle to stop the game as everyone rushes around her.

She tries to stand up, she falls back down again, Abbie and another girl holding her up as she shuts her eyes in pain. The coach takes off her ankle brace and sock with her permission, she’s now sitting on the bench as her ankle is iced and checked over by the coach, Abbie helping Y/N by refilling her water bottle when needed, her ankle now propped up on a chair with ice on it as the rest of the team begins their warm downs.

“It’s definitely sprained” Abbie says looking under the ice at her ankle, Y/N wincing when Abbie presses down lightly, jumping when she lets out a small cry.

“Yep, definitely sprained” she says putting the ice back on and sitting down next to her friend as they both laugh a little, the pain easing off with the ice as Abbie distracts her with stories and jokes.

“Y/N, do you have anyone to take you home?” The coach asks, allowing the rest to leave as Abbie stays seated with Y/N.

“I’ll call my boyfriend, thank you for your help” she says as the coach pats her on the back, telling her she can take all the time she needs off while also still being allowed to attend the games to support. She’s devastated about it, but at least she can support her team from the sidelines.

“What happened?” Harry asks running out of his car, the door slamming as Abbie wheels Y/N out in wheelchair given to them by the coach from the injury room.

“Fucked my ankle, doesn’t surprise me honestly, today wasn’t a good day” she sighs s Harry laughs a little, helping her out of the wheelchair and guiding her towards his car that’s parked only three steps away.

“You’re okay now, let’s get you home and rested, yeah?” He says laying her down on the back seat, picking her leg up and resting it on the seat as she winches in pain a little as she adjusts herself on the seat.

“Thanks for all your help, I’ll have Niall come and pick her car up later” Harry says to Abbie, closing the back door and smiling at the girl who’s waving in at her best friend who’s mortified in the back of the car, laughing masking the pain she’s feeling.

“If you both need anything give me a call” she says as Harry nods waving her off as he sits into the car, turning around to look at his girlfriend who’s looking back at him holding in her laugh.

“Only you” he shakes his head laughing as Y/N lets out a loud cackle, knowing he’s right, only her would end up fucking up her ankle even with a brace on it, it’s defiantly a Y/N thing to do.

The car ride home is filled with laughing and a few sing songs as Harry tries to distract her from the pain. He helps her into her apartment by carrying her bridal style up the flight of stairs and placing her down onto the sofa, propping her leg up on the coffee table, raising her ankle up on a pillow as he races to the freezer to find something to put on the injury.

“Okay, all you’ve got is frozen peas” he says placing the green packet down onto her ankle, the picture of peas hilarious as it rests on her skin, the swelling gone down since the gymnasium which is good, as Harry says.

“I’ll run to the store to get you some bandages soon, right now, you need some tea, the sugar will help with the shock you got” he says immediately snapping into Mum mode with her, Y/N smiling at Harry in the kitchen behind her, her head turning and resting on the back of the sofa as she watches him saunter around her kitchen.

“Do you have any homework you need completing? I got all mine done in library period we had today, I’m free to do yours if you have any” he says fiddling with the kettle and switching it on, placing a tea bag into her favourite purple polka dot mug.

“I have to transfer handwritten notes onto my laptop, I can do that” she says as Harry turns around, waiting for the kettle to boil as he looks at her.

“Nope, I’m doing that for you, you need rest! I’m here to help you, I’ll be your nurse” he says turning back around to pour the boiling water into the mug.

“I’m fine Harry, it’s just a small sprain” she fights back, Harry shaking his head as he walks in with her mug filled with warm tea, passing it to her as he sits next to her wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa.

“I’m not leaving you here alone, if you fall what will you do? Get up and walk?” He says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes laughing, resting her head back on his arm as they begin watching the TV before them.

“Also, I expect the same in return if I ever get hurt” he jokes as she slaps his arm playfully, laughing loudly as Harry wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“You’re on top for the next few weeks Styles” she says sipping on her tea as Harry laughs, reaching over to kiss her check.

“I’m always on top, darling” he whispers to her as she pulls back looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Babe, please can you be on top? I had a leg cramp this morning and it might come back” she says lowly, imitating Harry and his deep British accent as he looks at her rolling his eyes.

“I don’t sound like that” he says taking her mug from her and sipping a little from her tea as she takes it back off him with a loud groan at what he just did — he always does it to annoy her, or he’ll dip some biscuits into her tea when she’s not looking.

“Oh yeah, must be what my other boyfriend sounds like” she says riling him up, his head turning to her as she looks at the TV screen laughing behind the rim of her mug.

“You’re lucky you’re injured m’love, if you weren’t you would be over my shoulder and thrown down onto your bed and I’d show you who’s your boyfriend, or daddy as you like” he says wiggling his eyebrows as she groans into her tea.

“It was one time! I said it by accident!” She shouts, turning bright red as Harry laughs loudly, kissing her cheek as she pouts looking down at her mug.

“You know I liked it, it’s okay baby” he says resting her head on his shoulder as she cuddles into him, her empty mug on her lap as she pulls the blanket down from the back of the sofa, placing her empty mug on the floor and throwing the blanket over them both.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you” she says feeling sleepy, her day catching up on her as Harry helps her nurse her injury, his hands fixing the frozen peas on her ankle if they move a little.

“You’d probably break your neck or something” Harry says as she groans looking up at him, his dimples popping out as he laughs at his own joke.

“I’m being nice!” She says as he bends down to peck her lips, their smiles against one another lips as they pull away looking at one another.

“I know m’baby, I don’t know what you’d do without me either!” He says sighing in contentment as she rolls her eyes squishing her face into his chest.

“Harry!”

[a-portable-snack]

@writer-who-cant-write135​ Thank you so much for your ask! Wanna take a stab at what city I live in? 

Detroit and Chill

Kai looked at the rubber duck sitting next to his computer. He just read his entire code out loud to said duck but it still won’t run properly. And the duck didn’t warn him it won’t.

“Ugh! This doesn’t work.” He tossed the duck behind him.

“Ouch!”

Kai turned to realize he didn’t hear Adam come into their dorm… which is somehow impressive on Adam’s part for being so quiet and Kai’s part for being so focused.

“Sorry, man. This code is driving me insane. I want to send it over to Reeve to look over but I also don’t want to send it over and have him be like ‘This is 100% wrong’” Kai rubbed his neck and turned back to his computer. He knows its probably a simple thing he’s missing and he doesn’t want Reeve to find it.

Kai went to start typing but his chair was suddenly pulled back. Adam stepped in-between Kai and his computer and started typing something.

“Adam! Don’t mess with the code! I know you’re smart but I know you know NOTHING about code.”

“You’re right but Reeve does. I just sent it to him and you’re taking a break with me while he looks it over.” Adam turned back to Kai.

“You had no right to do that!” Kai stood up so he was eye to eye with Adam “Just because you seem to be ahead on your work and are bored doesn’t mean you can get between me and my work!”

“I’m sorry” Adam put his hands in the air to surrender “but it’s definitely the only way you’ll step away. I’ve been here for 20 minutes and you didn’t realize I came in. You’re hyper-fixating, overworking, and getting nothing done. I know I stepped over a line but I will do it again if it means you won’t work yourself to the ground!”

Kai knew he was right. Last year, Adam never stepped between Kai and his work and Kai’s perfectionist tendencies and ADHD had him almost to the hospital from overworking. Adam was just trying to help and take care of him. But Kai can still be mad.

“So,” Adam caught Kai’s eyes. “We are going out to do something fun. We’re going distract you until Reeve emails back saying what you’re missing and it’s ok that you needed help because Robotic and Megatronic engineering is hard as fuck.”

“Fine, but you’re fucking wining and dining me asshole.”

“Valid” Adam smiled and grabbed his coat. Kai had to change his close because his Pokemon pajama pants won’t cut it. Adam was on his phone searching for something when Kai came out of the bathroom.

“Let’s go!” Adam’s eyes were bright as he grabbed Kai’s hand. Adam pulled Kai all the way to Adam’s car.

“Adam! Not all of us are in perfect shape. SLOW DOWN!”

“Dude I’m so excited about this! It’s going to be so much fun” Adam jumped into his car. By the time Kai was in the passenger seat, Adam was buzzing. Adam’s excitement was infectious and Kai just smiled as Adam started driving. Kai couldn’t look away as Adam sped through the streets of Detroit.

Detroit is such an interesting place to live because there’s so many different types of people all smashed into southeast Michigan. So Adam could be taking him to anything between a cool tour of some car museum to Mexican Town having a deal on tamales. Kai really hopes its the latter. Adam’s mom has set standards for tamales that only Mexican Town can compete with.

When Adam followed the highway to the Riverwalk, Kai started to think they were heading to the GM building. But Adam turned away from it.

“Are we heading to Campus Martius?” Kai asked.

“Kind of! We’re going to Lafayette Coney then we’re heading to Campus Martius” Adam parked next to the historical coney place and Kai excitedly jumped out.

“Yes! I need a good coney! We can walk to Campus Martius from here. I’ll cover parking” Kai pulled this wallet out to put in the coins.

“No no no! Wining and dining remember!” Adam stood in front of Kai and took his wallet out of his hand. Adam reached around and put the wallet into Kai’s back pocket.

“I-i was joking” Kai couldn’t stop the blush from spreading across his face. Adam noticed and smirked at him.

Adam didn’t know what to do with Kai. The boy was adorable and smart and god they worked together so well. They’ve lived together for 2 years now in the dorms and they are a well oiled machine. It was almost impossible not to fall in love. But Adam truly did try. Adam tried to limit how much he talked with Kai over the summer so he could get some distance. Adam thought he had gotten rid of his feelings. He started to open up communication again and was ok with their relationship. Then Adam sent a snap of Captain America saying ‘My type of man’ and you want to know how this motherfucker responded?

I guess I need to work out. I GUESS I NEED TO WORK OUT. WHAT THE FUCK?

So Adam has feeling still and doesn’t know what to do. But here they were. On something that could be considered a date. Just, vibing.

“Let’s walk and eat” Adam said after he paid for the hot dogs. “I know the line at Campus MArtius will be long”

“Why?” Kai asked, mouth full.

“It’s the first day that the ice skating ring is open!” Adam put his hands up in excitement. Kai seemed to shrink down little.

“O-oh! That sounds fun! It’ll be great” Adam noticed the hesitance and feared he made the wrong choice.

“If you don’t want to ice skate we can do something else! I know there’s heated huts that shops rent out, the Riverwalk’s open, there’s a bar or two…”

“It’s fine! I’ve just never ice skated before so I’m kinda nervous” Kai fiddled with the wrapper on his coney.

“Don’t worry,” Adam snuck an arm around Kai’s waist and whispered in his ear. “I won’t let you fall.”

For moment, Adam thought Kai was going to jump away and blush but he was surprised. Instead, Kai leaned into Adam and said, “You better not.”

It was Adam’s turn to blush and become a flustered. Adam can usually serve out flirtatious comments like nothing but the moment they come back at him, he’s a puddle. And receiving flirting back from Kai, who usually shies away? Nope, Adam isn’t emotionally prepared for it.

“O-ok”

Kai laughed and laced his fingers between Adam’s. He seemed hesitant at first but when Adam firmly held his hand, a smile spread across his face.

“Let’s go get in line”

They finished their coneys and ran to rent skates. There were already a bunch of people on the small ring but Adam was ready to get out there.

“Ok! This doesn’t look too hard!” Kai watched people going around as he laced up his skates.

“You think so?” Adam smirked.

“Yeah! I’ll be fine.”

He was not fine.

Adam hit the ice and skated right off. He was able to file into the crowd nicely. He was graceful and obviously knew what he was doing. Kai on th other hand put on foot on the ice and immediately lost control. He gripped the rail like a life line tried to figure out his feet. They kept seeming to go in every which way.

Kai looked up and saw Adam rounding the corner to come back to him. He held himself up against the wall and pretended he wasn’t struggling as much as he was. Adam skidded to a stop next him.

“How’s it going?”

“Oh you know! It’s simple. Just gliding” Kai tried to brush off the fact that he could barely hold himself up.

“Come on. Let me take you around” Adam offered a hand with a small smile. Kai smiled back at his and took his hand. Kai pushed off the rail and immediately lost his balance.

“Adam, why is this so hard?” Kai clutched Adam’s arm like it was a life source. Somehow Adam was just skating like it was walking. Fuck him.

“Ha, for some reason physics doesn’t work when it comes to ice skating” Adam laughed. Adam pulled away little and Kai pulled him closer.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Don’t worry!” Adam was trying so hard not to laugh at him. Adam held onto Kai hand and flipped around to skate backwards and pull Kai along.

“You just wanted to show off you could skate backwards”

“Maybe” Adam smiled “It’s also the best way to learn. Just focus on holding your hips steady and switching your weight from left to right. When you switch, give a gentle push.”

Kai followed Adam’s instructions, watching his feet and focusing on his weight. Kai found a rhythm as they made it around the ice rink at a reasonable pace. Adam smiled at Kai, unable to hold anything back. God, if only Kai knew what he did to Adam.

“You got it!”

“You’re right! This is easy.”

Kai looked up at Adam and he saw all the love and excitement. It was overwhelming. Suddenly, Kai completely lost all since of control and was falling. Adam wasn’t ready for it and fell with him. So there they were shocked, laying on cold ice, in the middle of a crowded rink. Suddenly and eight year old skated by with the grace of a figure skater.

“Tsk, lame”

Adam and Kai look at each other in shock then burst out laughing. Of course they would get called lame by an eight year old. Adam shift to get them up. Kai felt like a baby horse trying to find his legs on the ice. This rink really does seem to say fuck physics.

“Now that our pride is throughly bruised, can I interest you in a hot chocolate?”

“Definitely”

Adam led them to the edge and they stepped on to normal land.

“Is it bad I’m tempted to kiss the ground?”

“Definitely, this is Detroit. We have no idea what is going on down there.”

“Valid, not doing that.”

Adam was still holding onto Kai as they ordered their hot chocolates. They sat in the warming tent at a table. They talked and drank hot chocolate. They were completely lost within each other. Loudly talking about dumb teachers, and new Netflix shows, and that one kid on their floor who they swear is a wizard.

“No, I’m joking. He has a pet centipede in his dorm. I’m pretty the RAs are letting him keep it because they don’t want to have confiscate it. It freaks me out.” Kai laughed.

“There’s no way. I had a FISH they took away! I had to pull out a handbook to prove I could have him.” Adam shook his head.

“I’m sorry,” the girl that was working behind the counter came up to them. “It’s time for us to close down. You need to return your skates and head home so we can close.”

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! We’re leaving right now!” Adam and Kai picked up their stuff and quickly left Campus Martius.

“Sorry I kept you out so late.” Adam said when they got to his car. He rubbed his neck nervously. Kai grabbed Adam’s free hand and pulled .

“Don’t be sorry. I should be thanking you. I really needed this. I would still be hunched over code, probably crying, if it weren’t for you. So, thank you.” Kai leaned gently into Adam with a soft smile.

Kai was suddenly kissing Adam. Kai wasn’t 100% what convinced him to do it but he couldn’t get the look Adam had on his face in the ice rink out of his head. Adam immediately leaned into the kiss and used his free hand to hold Kai’s cheek. Kai pulled back with a smile on his face.

“I’m so happy you kissed back because the drive would have been so awkward.”

Adam started laughing. He pulled Kai in for another kiss. His wide smile made it very difficult to properly kiss. Kai wrapped his arms around Adam’s waist. Kai pulled away and buried his face in the crook of Adam’s neck. Adam held him close.

“Let’s head back to the dorm.” Kai said. “I have a bag of popcorn and an illegal download of Mutant Spiders Paradise calling our names.”

“Sounds great” Adam unlocks his car and they went home.

[ibelieveinharrystyles]

Chapter Two: Secret Love Songs

Always Golden Masterlist

Harry was on Ashley’s mind, it’s all she could think about, the way Will was with him, the way Harry tried to defend himself without causing conflict. It was all she could think about, as she stood at the kitchen counter, stirring the sugar into her tea. “Morning gorgeous, sleep well?” Will asked, snaking his arms around her waist as he stood behind her.

“Fine, yeah,” She sighed, “I’ve got to get Daisy ready.” She told him, pulling away from his embrace and taking her mug of tea upstairs, after working on the breakfast show for almost three years, you would think she’d be used to the insanely early mornings, but suffice to say, she wasn’t. She got Daisy fed and dressed, before doing the same for herself, leaving the house to drop Daisy off at nursery on her way to work, without so much as a goodbye kiss for Will. 

Once she had dropped Daisy off she hopped on her regular tube into work, having moved to North London at the beginning of the year, the journey was far more enjoyable. “Morning Ro,” Ashley smiled as she buzzed herself into the offices.

“Morning Ash, how are you on this fine morning?” He replied.

“Not bad, you seem very cheery.” Ashley said as the duo made their way into the studio.

“It’s a brilliant day, it’s Friday, Harry’s dropped a new song-”

“Has he?” Ashley asked, not aware of this brand new information.

“You do have twitter don’t you? The fans were going crazy about it this morning. We’re playing it on the show later, you can hear it then.” Roman explained.

“I had no idea, me and Will were binge watching netflix last night. Guess I’ll hear it first on the radio.”

“Good morning, you’re listening to Capital Breakfast with me Roman Kemp and Ash Hanson. We’ve got some great music to come your way this morning, with some shiny new releases too.” Roman said into his microphone.

“That’s right, for the first time on the Capital network this is the brand new single, Lights Up by Harry Styles.” Ashley sat back in awe, admiring how much Harry’s sound had matured, the song itself was a masterpiece and she was so proud of Harry for being so honest in his music again. She quickly pulled out her phone, hesitant to send him a message of congratulations, but in the end she did.

Harry lay anxiously in bed, staring at his phone screen as more and more notifications pinged onto his screen. He didn’t bother to open them until he saw Ash’s name pop up on his screen, he opened it to see a text from her, his heart now full of joy; H, it’s incredible, you never fail to amaze me, I’m so incredibly proud of you my rockstar, love A x

For the first time in almost two years, he felt at peace, for it seemed his Ash had forgiven him, she was ready to move on, as was he. In a haste he replied quickly; Do you want to come for dinner at mine later? I’ll cook our favourite, H x

Ashley wasn’t expecting him to reply so quickly, and she wasn’t expecting the reply she got either. For Harry to invite her over, when until August they hadn’t seen each other for two years it seemed like a big deal. She was meant to be going out with Will and Daisy, but they could do that any night. Sounds like a lovely idea, I’ll bring a bottle of something, shall we say 7pm? x

Ashley wasn’t really sure what she was doing, or why she had agreed to it, but she cared for Harry more than she cared for their animosity. She found herself looking back through old photos on her phone, pictures of Harry and Daisy, pictures of Ashley and Harry at various one direction shows, along with some of her favourite pictures of Harry she had taken over the years.

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“So this is a girl from work you're meeting up with tonight?” Will asked, sat on Ashley’s bed as she curled her hair. He was meant to be staying the night after their family trip out for dinner, but Ashley decided to put that on the back burner. 

“Yeah, her boyfriend’s been cheating on her, she found out last night.” Ashley lied, somehow thinking up a complex web of lies was easier than explaining she was going for dinner with Harry. 

“Couldn’t you just go another night?” Will asked, massaging her shoulders.

“She needs me now Will, they were together for almost seven years, and he goes and shags her best mate. She’s distraught, we can go out literally any other night of the week.” Ashley explained, topping up her lipstick, “How do I look?” 

“Probably just as well you’re meeting up with this girl from work, if there were lads about I wouldn’t want them to so much as glance at you.” Will’s tone surprised her, it was almost territorial, she knew what Harry was like, he was a sucker for dishing out compliments, and Will would absolutely hate him for it.

“Well Holly is very much straight, so there’s no worries there.” Ashley assured him as she buckled up her heels, checking herself in the mirror, the sheer black shirt over a bralette with a leather mini skirt was a risk, but she felt confident, and it was only polite to make an effort for Harry. “I should head off now, I’ll just say bye to Dais.” Ashley made her way into the kitchen where Daisy was munching on fish fingers and potato faces. “Be good for Will my lovely, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Have a good evening baby, love you.” Will whispered, kissing her out of nowhere.

“See you later.” Ashley smiled, before leaving her flat promptly.

In all the years Harry has lived in his massive Hampstead home, Ashley had never got used to the sheer size of it. She felt lucky that she could afford a two bedroom flat in Hackney on just her wages, but this was something else. She rang the buzzer and the gates swung open almost immediately, she made her way up the crazy long driveway, her heels crunching into the gravel. As she arrived at the door, Harry was already there waiting for her, dressed in a shirt, only buttoned halfway of course, with a pair of loose fit trousers, “Don’t you look lovely?” Harry smiled, greeting Ashley with open arms, it had felt like an eternity since Harry had embraced her, his arms made her feel safe in the same way they always had.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Styles.” Ashley smiled up at him, “Oh I bought wine,” She continued, realising that they had slowly become lost in each other’s gaze.

“Oh right, thank you, come through to the kitchen.” Harry stuttered, taking the bottle from her and leading her into the dimly lit kitchen. “Do you want a glass then?” He asked, taking two from the cupboard.

“Oh of course! Feels like an eternity since I’ve properly let my hair down.” Ashley replied, kicking off the heels that were already giving her blisters.

“Is Will not the partying type then?” Harry asked, sliding her glass to her.

“Do we have to get into that again?” Ashley sighed, remembering the fallout on her Mum’s birthday.

“I’m sorry,” Harry held his hands up, “He’s definitely jealous though.” He smirked.

“What’s there to be jealous of?” 

“Our inexplicable connection,” Harry smiled, “Anyway, this food isn’t going to make itself.” 

“So what are we having?” Ashley asked.

“Your favourite.”

“Which is?” Ashley teased.

“My homemade roast dinner.”

“Is the right answer!” Ashley shouted.

“I don’t think I’m going to need to eat for another five years after that,” Ashley announced as the pair took a seat on Harry’s massive sofa.

“I do my best,” He smiled, “So how’s life been?” 

“Busy, work’s chaotic as always, but I love it, me and Dais moved to Hackney at the beginning of the year, Lou and Lux literally live two doors down from us which Daisy loves. She started nursery last month, she loves it so much, she’s such a little performer, look at this.” Ashley pulled out her phone, turning it to Harry, it was a video of Daisy dancing to a One Direction song that was playing in the middle of a supermarket, she looked up to see Harry wiping his eyes, “Hey, why are you getting like that for H?”

“I was such an idiot, I let you down, both of you,” He sniffled, “I missed all the important bits, when she was born I promised you I’d protect you both, and what did I do? I ran away at the first sign of trouble.” 

“I don’t blame you, at the time I was mad at you, but I could never stay angry at you,  we both know that.” Ashley assured him, taking hold of his hand, “You will always be my best friend, till my very last breath, I promise you that.”

“What would Will have to say about that?” Harry asked.

“Why should his opinion matter? You’re part of my life, and that shouldn’t hinder our relationship in any way at all.” Ashley assured him.

“Do you love him?” Harry asked out of nowhere.

“Of course I do, he makes me happy, and he’s great with Daisy.” Ashley couldn’t help but feel as though she was lying to Harry, she cared for Will, of course she did, but even eight months into their relationship, she hadn’t said that he loved him off her own back.

“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Hours had passed and Harry and Ashley had been talking non-stop, about life when they were teenagers, life now and everything in between. “Do you want to hear some music from the new album?” Harry asked.

“Are you sure? I know how much of a perfectionist you can be.” Ashley replied.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t want you to hear it,” Harry led Ashley to his studio, a room in the house that Ashley had never really spent much time in. He pulled up some of the tracks, playing an upbeat one first, Harry sat back in his seat, trying to read Ashley’s emotions. The lyrics echoed through the room, “You’re so golden, I'm out of my head, and I know that you're scared, Because hearts get broken.”

“It’s beautiful H, all of it is.” Ashley told him, Harry’s expression was lifeless, like he didn’t want to have to tell her the truth about something, “Wait hang on, no, surely not,” Ashley was slowly piecing together the truth, “Please tell me that song is not about us.” 

“I can’t lie to you Ash,” Harry whispered.

“No, don’t do this, things are alright between us now, this doesn’t need to happen.” Ashley muttered as she slowly stood up,

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same way Ash, you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it too.” Harry sighed, following after her as she made her way from the studio into the hallway where she left her jacket and shoes.

“We can’t do this Harry, we can’t be those people.” Ashley told him forcefully.

“We could be though, deep down you know it too.” Harry replied softly.

“Harry, I know how this works, you find someone, its sunshine and roses for a couple of months and then one day you shatter their heart into a million pieces.” Ashley cried, tears streaming down her cheeks, “And I’m not going to let that be me.” 

Ashley slept badly, the following morning she woke up to the sound of Daisy’s hysterical laughter coming from the kitchen, she threw on the first hoodie she could find and made her way downstairs to see Will and Daisy making cupcakes. “Morning you two,” She smiled, filling the kettle up with water.

“It’s the afternoon,” Will replied bluntly as he helped Daisy ice her cupcakes, “You got back late Ash, I was worried about you.” 

“Holly needed me there, she got drunk and I put her to bed.” Ashley lied.

“Could’ve texted me though.” Will replied,

“My phone died.” Ashley explained, pouring herself a cup of tea.

“Yeah I realised, hence why I put it on charge,” He unplugged her phone and slid it forcefully across the counter to her, “Might want to check your messages, a certain someone was really concerned whether you got home last night.”

Ashley’s heart fell to the pit of her stomach, “Dais go play in your room for a bit please.”

“But I’m busy.” Daisy replied.

“Just go please poppet,” Ashley smiled, causing Daisy to hop off her chair and run upstairs to her room.

“So are you going to tell me why he wants to know you got home safely?” Will asked.

“I saw him last night.” Ashley whispered.

“So Holly doesn’t exist?”

“I didn’t tell you, because I knew it would make you angry,” Ashley explained.

“Well how do you think it makes me feel that you lied to me?” 

“He invited me for dinner, it was just two old friends having a catch up, nothing more than that.” Ashley assured him.

“I don’t know whether I believe you.” Will huffed.

“Will I promise you, nothing happened, we ate dinner, talked about old memories, that's it.”

“Fine, if that's the truth, I believe you. Just don’t go doing stuff behind my back again.”

[legacyridley]

— LYING IS THE MOST FUN A GIRL CAN HAVE WITHOUT TAKING HER CLOTHES OFF (BUT IT’S BETTER IF YOU DO!)

“I CAN’T RECALL a single amazing thing i have seen first-hand that i didn't immediately reference to a movie or tv show. a fucking commercial. you know the awful singsong of the blasé: seeeen it. i've literally seen it all, and the worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: the secondhand experience is always better. the image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can't anymore.”

                                                                                          — gillian flynn , gone girl

ooc —

hi there ! i’m shannon, i’m non-binary, my pronouns are she/they and i’m from the united kingdom. you can just call me the ceo of the unhinged rosamund pike cinematic universe, though. or keira knightley’s bitch, because i am, even if i decided against bringing her this time ( still might later ! ) i love morally corrupt women, i’d give my life for them, if one couldn’t tell by . . . uh. frankie. 

application —

[ rosamund pike | 40 | she/her | cis woman ] if it isn’t FRANCESCA RIDLEY ! you know, FRANKIE ! they’ve lived in monarda for TWO MONTHS. some people say that they’re CONSCIENTIOUS & CHARMING, but that they can also be PRIVILEGED & AVARICIOUS. last i heard, they were working FREELANCE as a BUSINESSWOMAN ! i’ve also heard the rumor that they’re a WITCH. if you’d ask me, they remind me of BEING BORN WITH THE METALLIC TANG OF A SILVER SPOON IN YOUR MOUTH ( JUST LIKE THE TASTE OF YOUR OLD-MONEY BLOOD ), “MANEATER” BY NELLY FURTADO PLAYING, SLIGHTLY MUFFLED, FROM INSIDE YOUR CAR, LIKE MUSIC FROM A PARTY BATHROOM, & THE NOTION OF A NEW SELF YOU’LL FIND BY THE SHORE ( BUT HOW’S THAT WORKING OUT FOR YOU, HONEY? DO YOU FEEL LOVED? ) ! i wonder what monarda’s got in store for them today!

BASICS —

NAME: francesca legacy ridley ( yes, really. )

AGE: forty ( b. 28 january, 1981 — knightsbridge, london, united kingdom. )

NICKNAMES: frankie , and frankie only.

GENDER: cis female.

ORIENTATIONS: bisexual / biromantic.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: divorced & single.

NATIONALITY: british-american ( dual. )

ETHNICITY: white ( english. )

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, french, german.

OCCUPATION: social media mogul & socialite. ex-sunglasses model. 

EDUCATION: institut le rosey & magdalen college, oxford.

PERSONALITY —

ASTROLOGICAL BIG THREE: aquarius sun, scorpio moon, scorpio rising.

MBTI TYPE: entj-a. ( the commander. )

HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin ( ravenclaw hatstall. )

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: eight with a seven wing ( the maverick. )

THEME SONG: maneater by nelly furtado.

FAVOURITE SONG: lay all your love on me by abba.

FAVOURITE ALBUM: super trouper by abba (1980)

PET PEEVES: people who don’t say ‘thank you’ when you open the door. back-seat drivers. chewing too loudly. tea that’s too milky. cambridge graduates. 

PHOBIAS: trypophobia. hemophobia ( blood ). arachnophobia. coulrophobia ( clowns. )

GUILTY PLEASURES: radio-friendly pop music. sunglasses, still. netflix-binge style sitcoms. kate winslet movies. true crime documentaries. st trinian’s (2007) dir. oliver parker.

ABOUT —

she’s deeply charming but also . . . it’s mostly theatre. ridleys know how to put on a show. ridleys know how to make friends. so meet frankie: #1 flirt, #1 liar, and perfectionist to the nth degree.

oxford graduate from a family of oxford graduates ; if you don’t get what that means for a person, substitute oxford with harvard and you might just about be getting there, right down to the annoying person — the sort of humdrum regular who grinds on francesca’s gears — who says ‘ oh, you went to harvard? say something smart! ’ growing up in a house in london that looks like it is out of a fairytale ( would be, if the city and all its bustle and noise weren’t on the doorstep ) is about as sweet as it sounds, and who could blame one for getting a touch . . . jealous ? well, other than frankie, a product of a private school in switzerland, an oxford college, and a trust fund, who could judge someone for breathing incorrectly, and says things such as ‘ jealousy is a disease, get well soon. ’

HOW DID SHE GET TO HER CURRENT POSITION ? . . .other than her parents’ money and a wealth of connections? well, frankie quickly came to understand something; that every time the older generations catch up to a social media platform, there’s a sudden vacuum as the younger generation work out where to go. and where the audience go is where the influence is, which gains you more connections, more wealth, more influence in places people would never even think to look. do you ever think about what information leaves your hands, and where, when you agree to the terms and conditions? you probably should. 

[ NOTE : when i imagine the platform, it’s something fairly twitter-esque, but without the people who use long hashtags and can’t figure out how it works. and more . . . aesthetic, somehow. like pinterest-level aesthetics. i’ll be working it out over time, but i’ve named it spectrum. yes, it’s named after the florence & the machine song, please don’t judge me. it started off as a university project á la the social network ( brilliant bloody movie ) that went onto a massive scale & became trendy and addictive. imagine if mark zuckerberg was a cool, bisexual, female ex-sunglasses model who once married the heir to grovesnor group, made him sign a considerable prenup and then divorced him when he cheated ( there was some full diana revenge dress content ) fifteen years ago, just before her old university idea went mainstream. he regrets it now, doesn’t he ? ]

imagine the kind of assholes who would give their child ‘ legacy ’ as a middle name to remind her of the constant pressure on her shoulders ? welcome to the ridleys, london-born mother & father to francesca ( golden child, with more issues than meets the eye, actually as much of a party girl as her sister but successful ) and roman ( motorbike-obsessed disgrace. ) they’re one of the oldest witch families out there, but — up until frankie & roman — they’ve been able to keep it quiet for their own benefit. 

so what does frankie DO with her magic? she always says she specialises in the tempting, though the addictive is perhaps more apt. want to feel so excited about something you’ll never be bored again? want the best trip of your life? frankie’s your gal. and does it have anything to do with how influential spectrum became & how much of an addictive presence she can be? . . . well, that’s for her to know & no one to find out. 

AND NOW, THE FINAL QUESTION: why the fuck is london’s premier rich bitch in where she’d consider nowhere, maine ? well, she’s on sort of a self-recreation trip right now. think about tahani in the good place when she tries to step out of the spotlight without actually doing it, except she’s thinking the sea air will cleanse her of a slight... unease coming with the approaching mid-life crisis and having to dye her greys out. 

but now she’s in a smaller place than sprawling london, living in that house you look at and think ‘fuck, i’d kill for that view,’ having to associate with people properly rather than being almost a concept of a person . . . what if people tear aside the mask and discover the serpentine nature and the moral rot that lies behind it ?

credits —

template !

[windermeresimblr]

Story Process Challenge

I was tagged by @danjaley and @treason-and-plot (in alphabetical order, not tagging order). Thank you both so much!

Summary: My process makes sense to myself alone and it’s very much a work in progress! Also, I’m very boring and don’t do gifs or videos, so you’ll just have to look at my screenshots. Sorry!

This is behind the jump for length.

1. Your writing process - show us a part of your script or explain how you write your scenes. Do you write in screenplay format or novel format? Etc, etc.

I write in novel format if it’s a wholly-posed story, mostly because that’s easier for me than a script. I feel like it really helps build the ~aesthetic~ of a scene that way. For my attempts at partially-posed/gameplay stories, I’ve gone for screenplay format, but it’s very new to me and I feel much more comfortable with the novel format. I usually write in Google Docs, since that can go with me everywhere and I can write on my lunch hour/waiting for my mom to get out of the pharmacy/etc, but sometimes I will write in Notepad. 

(Yes, this IS a flashback to Alasdair and Ma. Yolanda meeting; they were perfect teenage hellions causing chaos at a society party, don’t worry.)

2. Scene building - show us you in the middle of scene building through pictures, gifs, or a video. Explain what is the best thing about scene building and what is the worst!

I’m still learning how to make a very good scene build; this is where being a historical player kind of hurts. It’s hard to get a good sense of what a 1810s Spanish drawing room or a 1600s merchant’s house in Amsterdam really looked like without abusing my library privileges! (Images from Wikipedia and historical sites only go so far.) The best thing about scene-building is when the vision of the room in my head matches the room that’s in-game, which is pretty difficult. The worst thing about scene building is that I’m very perfectionistic and a control freak, which does not help, and frequently I do get lost in the details and can’t see the forest for the trees. 

(This isn’t a scene, it’s that Iron Age Roundhouse, but it’s a good example of how I do things--all the lights on, everything bright white paint or the $0 floor until I am happy with the shape and placement, and then I decorate.) 

3. CC/Pose Making - do you make your own cc/poses for your scene? If so, what is your process like to create? Do you just go off the top of your head? Do you use reference photos?

I’d love to be able to make my own CC and poses specifically for scenes! I’m still very new at CC-making--see my hats collection--and again, I’m very much a control freak. I use a lot of reference photos, especially historical costuming sites and books, because it gives me a lot of pride to have the clothing and accessories look just right. 

The creation process is usually: gosh, I need a crispinette/gable hood/palla/whatever for this character, let me see if there’s a mesh from TS2 or TS4 that I can wrangle into submission if I can’t repurpose an existing mesh, and then a prolonged period of fighting with Milkshape and TSRW and other programs until it looks serviceable and works. I’m not very technically skilled yet.

I don’t make my own poses--I’d love to, I have a hand-spinning poseset idea living rent-free in my mind at all times, complete with a drop spindle accessory, but I’m not very confident with Blender or hand accessories, etc. When I pose my Sims, I do use reference photos if I haven’t already planned out how they’re moving around in the scene. (Well, reference paintings, usually, although sometimes I’m lucky enough to find reenactment photos!)

4. Getting in the zone - What do you do to get in the zone to work on a scene? Examples include: show us your playlist you use when working on a scene, what’s your go-to scene snack/drink, etc.

I don’t know if I get into a zone as much as I just carve out time to work on things as I can. I don’t have playlists for my characters. (Not a Deaf thing; I just haven’t really...had the urge to do that. I’m worried I’m a neglectful Simmer now, ha ha.) I don’t have a go-to writing snack or drink. I just...try to relax a bit, usually, and sometimes I will look at my past chapters to see what we were doing last time. 

5. Screenshot folder - give us a look into your screenshot folder to show us just how much goes into ONE scene for your story. (Scrapped pictures encouraged!!!)

Do you REALLY want to see this? Really? I’m an AWFUL packrat. I try to organize it and I can’t. (Sorry. I’m very messy.)

6. Captions - are you a caption on the picture kind of storyteller or captions in text box type of storyteller? Why? Do you do both?

Captions and text go in the text box.

I’d love to be able to put dialogue in speech bubbles, because it seems cool, but I talk too much! (This is the same reason why I kind of go back and forth with Netflix-style captions. I don’t know when to shut up.) I also worry that the captions wouldn’t be visible in scenes with low lighting or overly-bright lighting. 

7. Editing!!!!! - explain and show us your process editing a scene through a video, gif, or picture. A Before and after will suffice if you aren’t in the middle of editing a scene as you answer this.

Philomena, before...

Philomena, after. (This is one of those images where I just threw up my hands at the hair editing. I wish TS3 had hat chops like TS4 did.)

I’m really not confident with editing--I want to have my pictures look aesthetically pleasing, consistent with the other images in the chapter, and “nice” in general. It doesn’t help that while I’m 95% Maxis-match, my aesthetic inspiration for scenes changes with the wind. I use pooklet’s lighting actions, and then from there I tend to use the Holy Colors, Batman actions. But I’m trying to find my own way of doing things--reliant on others’ actions, yes, but more consistently done and somehow conveying that it’s “of my workshop.”

8. Throwback-  show us an ANCIENT story scene you did in the past and explain how you would do the scene differently today!

First: I think I’d choose a different pose for Vicar Max here. (It doesn’t quite fit; why would he be staring at Alasdair like that? It’s more of a mid-conversation pose.) I liked how it looked like Alasdair was genuflecting as he sat in the pew, but again, the pose needs to be changed. I might just go for neutral sitting-and-talking-looking-straight-ahead poses. 

This was one of those pictures taken when I was trying to understand Reshade, so I’d obviously skip that. I’d also add Pooklet’s lighting actions, of course.

It’s definitely not lit well in the back--I’m not sure how I’d change that. I didn’t want to lose the “quiet chapel” feel, but there has to be a balance, not letting the characters look like they’re spotlit. 

The angle also looks weird, but I’m horrible at angles; I have a lot to learn still.  I’d either close-up on the faces or I’d zoom out more. (I think I was having issues with Alasdair on the OMSP, for some reason.)

I tag whoever would like to do this!

[intjmd]

Types of INTP

As many of you may have noticed, INTPs come in different flavors. Some of my closest friends are INTPs, and I have noticed some differences between them that I have not spotted in other types (ENFPs seem more homogeneous to me, I know a bunch and they have basically the same values, outlooks on life and even similar (or the same) interests). In consequence, I have decided to classify my beloved INTP to see if we can understand this better (or even arrive to the conclusion that some of my friends are mistyped). After thinking for a while, I have decided to keep it simple and describe only two different types or INTPs. I know it’s not enough, but I don’t have all the information that I would need to make an accurate description of other subtypes of INTPs (I think there might be at least another one). Feel free to comment, add or correct anything you may find here. Let’s go.

INTP 1 - AKA Chill INTP :

Looks/vibes:

This INTP looks like the most carefree person alive. Seriously. They are often cute and definitely have their style. Why do they say that INTP have a horrible fashion sense, then? Well, it’s just that their style is not the conventional style. They can be obsessed with certain parts of their bodies (e.g. perfect nails) and completely neglect others. Or they can aspire to look in a certain way (kawaii, really kawaii) that could look inappropriate in someone their age. They don’t care. They dress as they want, ignoring other wishes and advice. And sometimes it works out. 

In general, they look rather sociable and happy. Try approaching them and you may be surprised. Sometimes, Chill looks even dreamy and you can tell they are fantasizing about having a dragon pet or whatever.

Habitat:

They dwell in their rooms and when they go out, they wish they were on their room. This type of INTP has watched more than 50 TV shows this last year, and probably reads a lot of fanfic. Their room is their sanctuary and is often filled with the interests of the owner, packed with action figures, tech, their clothes or maybe some painting that they did years ago and didn’t want to throw out.

Personality and interests:

Chill INTP is curious. He/She/That thing over there is an INTP after all. They remind me of  an ENFP (Ne here) because the way they talk about about their passions and dreams. To put it bluntly: they can’t talk about a single topic for more than five minutes before changing the subject to something different. They do this with a bubbly/excited look and act like everything is possible for them (but then they are “too lazy” for achieving said dreams) (this has literally been said by two of them so it’s not an insult). 

This Chill INTP loves series, fanfics, memes and the Internet as a concept. They have mastered every single shortcut of their computer and act like it’s part of their bodies.

Although Chill INTP looks approachable, they hate small talk and are very shy and private. Above all, they have trouble initiating conversations. If you befriend them, though, they will open up and flood you with an unending stream of ideas.

Academics: Chill is smarter than the average person, but also lazier than the average person. What’s worse, they know that they are smart and sometimes (only with their closest friends) can brag about it. While it’s true that they are bright and have no trouble understanding complex topics (actually the more abstract, the better), they lack motivation and often procrastinate. Sometimes, usually in hight school exams, they are able to successfully wing it and get good grades with almost zero effort. They will still whine a bit after getting an 8 in some subject that they didn’t even read, though. However, this “luck” (talent, actually, it’s raw intelligence plus a little bit of rhetorics and an innocent look) doesn’t last forever.

In the end, no matter how academically talented Chill may be, after missing a thousand classes and studying for maybe ten seconds, Chill fails. Hard. Usually for the first time in University. But it’s not that they can’t do it, it’s just that they don’t want to put in the effort right now. Maybe later.

Personal opinion:

This INTP is reaaaally fun to hang out with (I’m an INTJ, maybe we click because of that). They are witty, punny and can cheer you up with their innocence or random remarks. In addition, they get sarcasm (THANK YOU) and are not afraid of saying something regarded as “insensitive” if it’s true. This Chill INTP can be a bit stubborn, and will not change their behavior even if they admit it’s damaging them. 

Overall, they are nice and don’t ask for much attention.  

P.S: Chill INTP is NOT chill all the time. They can have breakdowns where all of their frustration gets out and they can cry in disappointment because the are not living up to their own standards. The agony disappears after a while, and they come back to their laptop and keep scrolling with a smile on their faces.

INTP 2 - AKA  NERDY INTP:

Looks/vibes:

Nerdy INTP does not care at all about how they look. It’s a practical question, not a fashion contest, and they are going to pick anything as long as it covers the parts of their body that can’t be publicly shown. The plainer, the better, this way they can combine anything in their wardrobes.

Also, this INTP does not look “chill” at all. It’s more like a quiet fragile serenity that could explode anytime. There is a difference there. Chill INTP is very comfortable anywhere, even in the midst of a crowd, they just do their own thing and ignore everyone. Nerdy INTP is watching over you, analyzing your patterns and thinking, always thinking. This INTP is full of anxiety and is shyer than chill INTP. And when they are looking at a wall they are either thinking hard about the wall itself (colour, texture, design) or totally lost inside some theory inside their mind. The thing is that you know that they are questioning things.

Habitat:

Their rooms, but with zero clutter. It’s not minimalism, it’s a prison cell with the occasional coffee machine. They have a laptop, books and a bed, but that’s all. This INTP lives in his head, not on Earth. That’s why they don’t mind going outside, but they do this to think elsewhere, not to be elsewhere. Their heads are a mystery, I would describe them if I could.

Personality and interests:

Nerdy is not merely curious, Nerdy is utterly obsessed with knowledge and the truth. This means that they can research a single topic for like 40 hours nonstop and speak about it too, getting deeper and deeper and finding internal contradictions between the different sources until you (random listener) can no longer know anything. But they really understand it, and it just comes easy for them. They can keep their concentration forever and ever until their body stops working and they get into a random nap. Then they jump to the topic again.

Nerdy likes talking about different subjects. Unlike Chill, once Nerdy chooses ONE topic, he will remain in that area until nothing more can be said (which is approximately never) or until the other person changes the topic. Nerdy also strongly prefers one to one conversations, while Chill can manage up to four/five people at the same time. 

In short, Nerdy seems much more focused and driven than Chill, but they are not natural achievers (#goalz #checklists) like an INTJ. Instead, they seek pure knowledge for the sake of it, to deepen their understanding of the world. They don’t need to change it, they just think that it’s interesting to dive into the most obscure and complex topics and master them. Their thirst is not for power but for wisdom.  

Nerdy is as Internet addicted as Chill but it’s easier to find them looking for papers than watching Netflix on their own. They have three or four series that they love but they are usually complex (picture high fantasy) and the things they read are not the cliché YA novels in which Chill tends to indulge more.

Academics:

If Nerdy has chosen a career that sparks his interests, he will do great in his knowledge field. At least, Nerdy will spend hours and hours reading about this topic and becoming an expert. They will understand EVERYTHING and create a sort of “mind map” in their minds (just a map, then) with concepts and their connections. Nerdy is a bit lazy too, but their curiosity and intellect alone if directed towards the adequate career can take them to the top (or at least they are not whining at the bottom as sometimes Chill does).

Even if both Chill and Nerdy feel incompetent, Chill actually puts 3/10 effort and ends up getting a 5. Nerdy studies a lot (maybe not the most important things, they will probably get lost in the interesting bits) and try to do their best. Even if their results are great, they will feel as if they had failed because they are too perfectionistic. 

To sum up, they work harder and get more results than Chill, but also set higher standards for themselves, which leads them to often overexert themselves and have higher levels of anxiety. This is why they do nOT look so chill.

Personal opinion:

For me, Nerdy feels like a caffeinated, stronger, sharper version of Chill. Maybe a little more hopeless and cynic, maybe more concerned with astrophysics than the newest One Piece episode. If Chill was fun, Nerdy is a hundred times funnier. However, Nerdy is also incapable of small talk (Chill knows how to, he just doesn’t want to do it and tries to avoid it) and has more trouble meeting new people. This INTP is only capable of speaking logically, and will destroy you incoherent arguments in seconds (yeah, every conversation feels like a debate). If you show any weakness, they will show no mercy.  This side of them can bore or get tiresome for the more dictatorial (Nerdy will call out your bullshit, authority means nothing), harmony loving (debates are just debates, no feelings involved) (however, if you think that disagreeing equals hating each other, you are so fucked here) or happy-go-lucky (”Don’t think and be happy���) types. 

If you are not ready to do some mental exercise, then leave alone Nerdy and go back to Instagram. If you go, try to chatter with Nerdy and then disregard all his ideas/hypothesis/arguments and it gets upset, you are a mere asshole. I actually love Nerdy INTP and think that his brain should be protected as World Heritage.

Things both (I think all INTP) subtypes have in common:

Curiosity about the most random things.

They hate small talk and initiating conversations.

They are so much fun for an INTJ.

They can be very insensitive when talking to other people (not a big bother for an NT)

All energy is redirected to their heads, their bodies are nOT fully operative.

They are always up for: COFFEEE, films or going to a new restaurant. 

People love them and they don’t want to admit it.

They feel different but never complain about it (and never flaunt it as a virtue).

They have meltdowns and they saw them coming.

They love the Internet.

Kinky. Very specific kinks and you can’t kinkshame them. It’s better to join them.

They look innocent, like sweet cinnamon rolls but they are not.

P.S:

Maybe these two types are not well described and some of you think that Chill is just more well, relaxed Nerdy. Or that Nerdy has more willpower than Chill. I don’t know. I honestly think that both have different manifestations of the INTP functions and they are true INTP regardless of their differences. I also think that both are fun, smart and can become great friends. 

P.S2:

@intp-the-thinker​ @intpmd this is for both of you, feel free to abort this unborn theory/hypothesis.

[fingertipsmp3]

Not to be dramatic but I finished watching PLL in May of this year and I still don’t know what to do with myself

[misssophiachase]

I have another drabble request (in case ur still taking them). KC are getting married and are about to say their, less than conventional, wedding vows which leaves some guests in tears of laughter and others in confusion.

This is a fun and sweet one, hope you like it : ) I’m no vow expert so consulted the internet for some ideas, so it’s a mixture of mine and others. 

One and Only

It was perfect. Everything was perfect.

The weather was a sunny 79 degrees, the sky a bright blue colour with a slight breeze.

The white gazebo stood on the grass at the banks of the river. In front of it, antique chairs stood in rows with white rose petals scattered across the aisle.

The music began, the opening strains of Somewhere Over the Rainbow sounding out. The Bride wore an off-the-shoulder, ivory gown, her hair falling in loose waves and clutching a bunch of lavender wildflowers.     

The groom, his smile wide as she walked toward him, dressed in a grey, Armani suit impatiently waiting at the end of the aisle to call her his wife. 

1 week earlier

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

“Unless you’re talking about sex, I’m not interested, love,” he murmured, his gaze still firmly trained on the book he was reading. 

“It’s two weeks, Klaus, I hardly think your manhood is going to suffer from the wait.”

“My manhood?” He asked, leaving the world of Charles Dickens to look at her curiously. “I think someone has been reading too many of those sexy novels lately. Something to help get you through the trivial 14 day hiatus, I assume?”

She blushed; her creamy cheeks tinged pink a telling sign she’d been caught out. “Stop changing the subject,” she whined. 

“Well, I can’t help it that it was the first thing that came to mind,” he shrugged his shoulders. 

“Your vows, Klaus. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Doesn’t that defeat the whole purpose, love?” 

“We don’t have to tell anyone,” she replied, sitting next to him on the couch. “I am very good at acting surprised, I was the best actress in drama club at school.”

“Of course, you were,” he smiled, pulling her closer and placing a lingering kiss on her temple. “However, I am not and, even if I was there is no way you are hearing my vows until we are standing opposite each other with you in a gorgeous, white dress.”

“Ivory, actually,” she admitted. 

“Wow, you really want to ruin all the surprises at once, don’t you? Maybe it’s the lack of...” 

“You’re obsessed,” she pouted. 

“Well, when you’ve experienced it before it’s difficult to think about anything else,” he argued. “Don’t you want our vows to mean something?”

“Of course,” she murmured. “I want everything to be perfect that’s all.”

“Well, given the way you’ve planned this thing I don’t think that will be a problem,” he smiled knowingly. “But our vows are the most important thing we’ll say on the day, and call me selfish, but I want you to hear them for the first time then, no rehearsals and definitely no showing each other beforehand.”

“Fine,” she agreed, albeit reluctantly. “But when you hear what I’ve got you might regret that decision.”

“I’m willing to take my chances, love,” he smiled putting his arms around her. 

“The couple has written their own vows to share with each other,” the celebrant said, looking between the two, their hands interlaced and excited smiles on their faces. “Caroline?”

“I’m a perfectionist, everyone knows it,” their guests laughed knowingly, her husband-to-be as well. “I like everything to be just right and for that reason I plan things meticulously.”

“The one thing I didn’t plan was meeting you,” she murmured, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You came into my life at a time when I didn’t know I needed you.” Her hands were shaking now as she attempted to regain her composure.

“Klaus, you made me realise that true love is possible and it’s okay that I didn’t plan it because it has turned out to be the best and sweetest surprise of all. You make me a better person and I know together we can do anything life throws our way. I promise to love you forever, to infinity and beyond.” She sent him as goofy grin while wiping away a stray tear.

“Also, while I have you here and given this is my only opportunity to say something, here goes nothing.” 

"I vow never to steal your covers, unless you are hogging them which, let’s be frank, is all the time." Not expecting her to verbalise that, their guests laughed along with her.   

"Also, I vow to protect you from spiders as long as we both shall live." 

“That was only once and you know it,” Klaus interrupted, unable to help himself. 

“And lastly, I vow to always let you have the last blueberry pancake."  She grinned; Klaus leaned forward instinctively to give her a kiss.

“We’re not up to that part yet,” the celebrant whispered before he could follow through, Klaus decided that after the ceremony he’d kiss his wife whenever he liked.  

“Caroline Forbes,” he murmured. “You are the love of my life, my soulmate, my partner in crime, my everything. I have loved you since that fateful day we met, and I will love you until we are old and grey. I promise to uplift and support you and to share my life with you, every single, beautiful moment.” He smiled, tears threatening to spill.  

Given the whimpering and sniffing coming from their guests behind them, they obviously felt it too.

“And while I have you,” he murmured, echoing her sentiments. “I also promise to frustrate and challenge you especially about the merits of eating cereal in bed at night.”

"I vow to be there when you start Netflix marathons and finish actual marathons even if it’s Love is Blind." She fought the urge to roll her eyes, Klaus secretly loved that program and he knew it. 

“And lastly, I vow to be the best parts of me that fit perfectly with the best parts of you.”

Caroline cooed happily then leaned forward to kiss her soon-to-be husband, the celebrant sending her a disapproving look not to proceed.

“Now that Caroline and Klaus have made their vows to each other, we will exchange the rings.”

The rest of the ceremony seemed to fly past in a blur of tears, laughter and smiles. Finally, the moment had come and the new husband and wife were able to seal their partnership with a kiss. An extra long one, just to annoy the celebrant who seemed to dislike spontaneity. 

So as not to forget, Klaus and Caroline had their vows framed so they could look at them whenever they liked. Sometimes it was to recall the happiest day of their lives and other times it was after a fight to remind themselves why they fell in love and got married in the first place. 

Years later, their children would frame their own vows and so too their grandchildren. It would become a family tradition that would carry on forever. 

[sparklingskz]

cuddles are the best medicine | lee felix

▸ genre: fluff, roommate au

▸ description: you’re sick and felix takes care of you.

▸ word count: 1.2k

▸ a/n: hey look who’s back!! the girl who doesn’t know how to title!!! anyways enjoy this lil felix piece

You woke up to the sound of your alarm, before promptly turning it off and bringing a hand to rub at your tired eyes. The moment you made a move to get out of bed you registered the soreness of your throat and a headache sneaking up on you, and you knew you were doomed.

You had caught the flu.

Worst thing is, it was all because of Hyunjin’s irresponsible self. He had showed up to dance practice utterly sick, and even though you guys basically forced him to take it easy and sit in the sidelines rather than dance, he was still there. Contaminating the air with his germs. Who even goes to dance practice knowing their body isn't up for dancing? Hwang Hyunjin the perfectionist, that's who.

So, with the looming promise of a headache and probably many other symptoms, you were going to have to sacrifice your day, as you knew better than to attend class with the flu. You stood up and, trying to ignore the sharp pain in your head, walked towards your bag, digging in for some painkillers before things got worse. You took them with some water you had on your desk and headed back to your bed so you could lay down, letting out an audible groan in the process.

You weren't really planning on moving around much that day.

You had closed your eyes and started wondering if you could maybe fall asleep again when you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in," you grumbled, pulling the covers up to your chin.

You heard the door opening, followed by Felix's low voice. "Hey, shouldn't you be getting ready?"

Your only response was to groan again, dragging the covers even higher so they would cover your head. This caused Felix to raise an eyebrow in curiosity, and to take a few steps towards  your bed.

"Is everything okay?" he inquired.

Accepting the fact that you needed to use words to actually communicate, you peeked over the comforter to meet his eyes. "I think I'm sick, and it's probably Hyunjin's fault," you muttered. "I'll stay in bed today so I can get better quicker."

Felix let out a small "oh" at that, and reached to feel your forehead with his hand.

"Y/n, you have a fever!" he said in a scolding manner. "Yeah, you're definitely staying home. Luckily for you, I only have two morning classes today and then I'm free, so I'll be back soon to take care of you," he said with a smile.

"Oh, you don't really have to do that, I can manage by myself."

"I know that, but I also know that being sick with the flu isn't fun," he said, walking towards the direction of your door.

A thought hit you before Felix could leave your room. "Hey, how come you aren't sick? You were exposed to Hyunjin as much as I was during dance practice."

Felix stopped for a moment and then turned to look back at you, a playful grin adorning his face. "Guess my immune system actually loves me, unlike yours."

You rolled your eyes. "Get out of my room so I can suffer in peace," you said while doing a shooing motion with your hand.

He closed the door behind him and you could hear a muffled laugh coming from the outside.

-

You were grateful you decided to stay in bed, because with the pass of time you started to feel worse. You had only gotten up to use the bathroom and to eat some breakfast, even if you weren't really feeling up to it.

Felix was right, being sick is very boring. The only thing you had done all morning was watch Netflix and mope over your sick self, because you were sure that trying to get some studying done wouldn't be the best idea when your head was bothering you this much.

It was nearing lunch time and you knew that Felix would be back soon, so you decided to text him.

you (13:18 pm): hey can u pls buy some tissues on the way

lix (13:19 pm): didn't we have an unopened box in the bathroom closet?

you (13:19 pm): ... I used them all

lix (13:20 pm): ...

lix (13:20 pm): okay, I'll be back soon u dork

you (13:21 pm): thank u!!! see u!!!

You locked your phone and left it on your bedside table, shifting your concentration back to the show playing on your TV.

Some time later you heard the distant sound of the front door being opened, and after a few seconds Felix entered your room with bags in his hands.

"I come bearing gifts," he announced as he plopped down the bags on your bed, and started taking the items out one by one. "I got you more boxes of tissues and some medicine, and I hope you're hungry because I got us food," he said while handing you a takeout box. "Oh, and some ice cream."

"You're an angel," you said while sitting up from your previously laying down position.

"Of course I am," he said playfully, putting down the bag on the floor. "Now scoot over, what are we watching?"

You ignored his question and shot him a wary look. "Aren't you worried you'll get sick too?"

"At this point I probably already am, so it's not going to stop me from cuddling you. Now scoot."

You did as he said, careful as to not drop the food, and he laid down next to you. After pressing the play button to resume your show, you both started digging in for the food.

This was one of the best things of being roommates with Felix, you thought. You had someone who would always be there for you, whether you were sick, bored, or just felt like hanging out with someone. When you watched any show together, he always provided side comments that made it a hundred percent better, the both of you cracking up all the time.

(except when you watched a horror movie together, which basically consisted of Felix clinging onto you like his life depended on it, and you trying to calm him down.)

When you ran out of food, Felix stood up to leave the empty containers in the kitchen. He came back after a few moments, plopping down next to you again.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"A bit better, my head is still hurting though." You pouted in his direction.

"Well, that desperately calls for cuddles, so come here." He opened his arms in a welcoming manner, and you wasted no time in getting closer to him and resting your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around your form, but after a few seconds he brought a hand up to run through your hair in a soothing way.

With the sound of the TV fading in the background, the only thing you could focus on was the way Felix's chest softly moved up and down because of his breathing and the sensation of his fingers on your head. That way you slowly started falling asleep, forgetting about any pain you had and just enjoying the company of the boy beside you.

[lets-talk-appella]

Hi! As a fanfic writer myself, I wanted to ask you if you've ever thought about just... not writing anymore. Because I'm blocked and it seems like it would be a lot easier to quit than to keep pushing myself when I don't have motivation.

Hey, thanks for stopping by :)

So, here’s the thing. I’d love to say that no, I’ve never considered stopping writing. I’d love to say that I’m always feeling inspired and motivated and all that good stuff. I’d love to say that I can always see myself still writing fic in a year or even two or five years. I’d be lying to you if I said those things. 

Writing takes so much energy. It takes time to come up with an idea, to sit down and write it, to edit, to publish, to fret over. If you’re a perfectionist, it takes energy to examine every word of your piece. Even if you’re not, it takes mental energy to put words onto a screen in the order you want. Writing takes even more energy if there are other energy-sapping things going on in your life or in your brain.

Writing fic can be exhausting when your work doesn’t get as much feedback as you’d hoped for. It can feel like you’re shouting into the void, and no one is even noticing your efforts. It can make you question your own skill, or make you fear for the fandom (what if no one else even puts in effort anymore?). 

Writing takes your time away from your friends, your family, your pets, your life. I finished undergrad in May, and honestly, there were times during my last semester (while I was posting a huge multichap) where I wondered if it was worth sacrificing my limited time with my friends in order to write. I’m often tempted to quit or at least take a break from writing at these times, for the opportunity cost of writing.

I’ve considered quitting writing fic more times than I can count. There will be times I’ll look at the fic ideas and prompts I have lined up and just feel so uninspired and bored with them that it makes me wonder why I should bother. Other times, I’ll come on Tumblr and see only minute amounts of content and become discouraged that the fandom is lulling--so why bother? Other days, my brain just doesn’t want to cooperate and isn’t being nice. Over the last week, I’ve moved across the country and am starting over in grad school with no friends in close physical proximity, and that has taken a toll on my peace of mind and desire for creativity. Your anon could not have been more aptly timed, actually, because even just today I’ve debated quitting fic writing so many times that it makes me feel a little ashamed. 

So, yeah, I’ve considered quitting. The thing is, though, that once you start writing fic--once you open that part of yourself--it doesn’t fall away without a fight. Writing takes energy, but it is also incredibly rewarding to have a completed piece in front of you, whether it’s 500 words or 50,000+. Writing can be exhausting without feedback, but just because people aren’t commenting or reblogging or whatever doesn’t mean they aren’t enjoying your work. People are shy, and readers are not always writers--they might not know what to say. If you’re putting out work into a fandom, I can guarantee that someone out there, even if it is just one person, is reading it and enjoying it. They are thankful that you wrote it, even if they don’t know how to tell you. Focus on them. Writing takes time, but if can also be managed. Write for 20 minutes instead of watching a Netflix episode. Take longer to write a WIP in order to spend time with people you love. Manage your time writing, and don’t be consumed by it. Go outside for a while. It takes practice, but I believe in you.

And when your brain won’t cooperate, well, it’s probably because it’s tired. Take a break. Take time for introspection; maybe you’re not writing what you actually want to write. Maybe you’re too stressed this week. Maybe you’re in a bad mood now, but in a few days you’ll be feeling better. Take breaks, whether days or weeks or even a month or two. In my experience, I do my best plotting and “reviving” when I stop thinking about writing for a few days. The brain needs rest. 

Take breaks if you need, but try not to quit if writing still makes you happy, even once in a while. Don’t push it, but only write when you want. Every time I’ve considered stopping, I realize that not writing would be more painful than writing is.

So I’m not about to quit, and I hope that you’ll join me in not quitting. Keep writing. I think you’ll be glad you did.

[curatedjournal-blog]

World Mental Health Day - Some thoughts for students

So, likelihood is you’ve seen these before or they don’t matter/apply to you BUT in the off chance that you may need to hear it today, tomorrow, yesterday or 5 years from now let me tell you a few things about self-care and dealing with ill mental health not just as a student but as a human being.

DISCLAIMER/WARNING: I have been on and off depression and anxiety meds for the past 5+ years, have been through counselling, CBT, you name it. Also, some of this may be TRIGGERING so please be kind to yourself and stop/don’t start reading it if it feels wrong or painful. Also, these are as much for me as they are for others so there’s that...

1. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Sadly, all around the world, ill mental health is misunderstood, mocked and disregarded by many. Sometimes you may not be able to find support in your family or friends. Often not because they don’t want to support you but because they don’t understand what you are going through. However, there are multitudes of online and offline communities that can help for free and with no strings attached (I don’t want to recommend any service in particular for personal reasons but Google

can be a great friend in these cases. Also, your school/uni often has free psychological support for students).

2. Stress and anxiety are more common among students than you think. The pressure can be awful and it comes from all sides - family, money, professors, yourself. It sucks. Which is why you NEED to...

3. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. Dude, self-care is everywhere these days. In a way, it almost lost it’s meaning! What is it really? Going on a shopping spree? Having a spa day? Exercising? Eating your favourite snack? Watching an episode of your fave show? All of the above? Well...

4. ONE SIZE DOESN’T FIT ALL. For me self-care is not binge watching Netflix as a way to avoid my to-dos, not letting shit accumulate, staying moderately on top of things and not kicking myself in the ass if I don’t. It’s also practicing kundalini yoga as OFTEN as I REMEMBER, journalling WHEN I feel like it, engaging in a hobby for 5 MINS to take my head of things, cooking a healthy meal IF I have time, etc.

5. SELF-CARE DOESN’T HAVE TO COST MONEY. Students are broke, we ain’t got no money (or time) for expensive massages and weekend yoga retreats. There’s so many free stuff that DOES NOT REQUIRE A SUBSCRIPTION which you can engage in to help you relax. Find a free exhibition to visit on a weekend, go to the local library and read a couple of soothing poems, go for a walk in the park (I’m a big believer in FOREST THERAPY). Also, if that’s your thing, youtube has LOTS of free self-care content: yoga classes, guided meditations, tips, soothing music...

6. If you’re STUCK IN A RUT, motivation doesn’t come, you can’t face leaving your bed because you fear something awful will happen well, I’m sorry but I’ll give you some tough love... Motivation won’t come. You have to do the thing even if you don’t feel

like it or are scared to do it. Likelihood is it’s not that big of a deal once you get started so... Take the first step (also, look into BEHAVIOURAL ACTIVATION a tried and true CBT technique).

7. EAT ONE FROG A DAY. You know that awful, anxiety inducing shit task you’ve been post-poning for ages that lingers in the back of your mind, eating at you and your sanity, neuron by neuron? Just get it over with. It won’t get any easier to do so may as well do it now and at least you can tick one off.

8. Frogs come in every size and SMALL WINS ARE IMPORTANT. Maybe your frog is making your bed in the morning or getting up before 7am or doing the dishes. Small victories accumulate and will make you feel accomplished step by step, no matter how small that step is. This can REALLY IMPROVE YOUR MOOD. Also, small frogs can easily become major frogs the more you put them off.

9. If it applies to you, TAKE YOUR MEDS and REMEMBER YOUR REPEAT PRESCRIPTIONS. Many times have I forgotten to take mine or reorder them to then feel like shit and completely useless for a week. What works for me may not work for you but here are my tips anyway - keep a water bottle and your meds by your bed next to your alarm clock/phone so you take them first thing when you wake up. Keep some extra meds in your bag so that IF you forget to take them then you have them with you and can easily get on top of it as soon as you realise.

10. KEEP HYDRATED. Honestly, I get majorly moody if I haven’t been drinking enough and it’s good for you eiter way so, do it!

11. BE ACCOUNTABLE. Find a buddy to help you keep in check (if you don’t have regular medical appointments or therapy sessions). Someone who you can talk to about how things are going or share experiences. Hey, I’m here if you’re desperate for a bud!

12. TRY TO DEVELOP AND KEEP A ROUTINE. Developing new habits takes a lot of effort and time. So it’s gonna be hard and you’ll feel like you want to give up and just hide under your covers (again, I speak from experience). Try and visualise what you’d like your daily routine to be - write it down, monitor it daily and if you fail try again...

13. TOMORROW IS A NEW DAY and a new chance to do things better. Try again and again until you succeed. And don’t beat yourself up everytime things don’t go exactly the way you want them to...

14. FOCUS ON POSITIVES. Remember those small wins? Write them down at the end of the day (or simply go over them in your mind). Keep a gratitude journal - as cliche as it sounds, remembering the good things at the end of a shit day will help you go to bed on a good note. I once heard of a lady who kept a journal where she only wrote positive things - all the negative crap she left out - I think that’s a great idea and something I am eager to try.

15. DECLUTTER FOR 5 MINS EACH DAY. A clean space makes for a clean mind. I always feel more anxious and moody if my space is messy.

16. EMBRACING MINIMALISM CAN HELP. Having lots of things doesn’t equal happiness or peace of mind. Lots of things create clutter and chaos and, in my case, mind clutter and anxiety.... which is why I’m currently actively trying to be more conscious about my possessions and purchases.

17. LEARN TO SAY NO. A lot of students in this community are perfectionists, overachieving, ambitious young people. It’s very easy to be seduced by cool opportunities, collabs, requests, invitations... Think twice before saying yes - can you realistically do what you are agreeing to? Will it contribute to your anxiety? Will it truly be beneficial for you? Be a bit selfish if you have to. It’s okay to focus on your wellbeing.

18. DON’T LET IMPOSTER SYNDROME TAKE THE REIGNS. We’ve all been there: I don’t deserve this, I’m not good enough, everyone else is smarter, I CAN’T DO THIS. Yes you can! Tell that voice to shut up. Say it in front of the mirror everyday: I AM ENOUGH AND I CAN DO THIS.

19. BREAK THINGS DOWN. Instead of writing on your to do list “clean bedroom”, break it down into as small tasks as possible: “pick up clothes from floor”, “change bedding”, “organise books”, “dust surfaces”, “vacuum”, etc.

20. ASK FOR HELP. I end it as I begun it. When it gets too hard, reach out. Whether it’s a close friend or an anonymous support line you don’t have to go through it alone. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, YOUR LIFE MATTERS.

YOU ARE UNIQUE AND AMAZING AND YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO OFFER.

[ssfith]

how the signs want to be loved

Aries ♈

As a sign ruled by Mars, the planet of action and motivation, you’re very passionate in everything you do, and light up everyone's lives with your Aries fire as a result. You want your S.O. to match and maintain the same energy you bring to the table, or else your attraction to them will fizzle out! Spontaneous dates, short adventures, or anything that surprises you and makes you feel special is the quickest way to your heart.

An instant turn-on for you is someone arousing your competitive spirit, whether it's challenging you at a game or sport, or playing with power dynamics in the bedroom. But you feel most loved when you're praised for your accomplishments, surprised with little compliments, or made to feel like an important individual. Sure, you like being the centre of attention sometimes, but someone who can shine that spotlight on you will win you over.

Taurus ♉

As an earth sign, you have a reputation for being practical and logical, not so much lovey-dovey and flirtatious, Taurus. But that doesn’t mean there’s no room for romance in your life-if anything, your ruling planet is Venus, the planet of love and beauty! Venus’ energy is felt more in the material realm for your sign, so you have a great appreciation for gifts from your S.O.. When someone goes out of their way to buy you a lil something that reminded them of you, it means a lot!

You’re also the most sensual sign in all of the zodiac, which means you’re very in-touch with all your senses, and are attracted to someone who's very well-put-together. A luxurious dinner followed by some slow, romantic AF sex is your ideal night with someone. Someone who can take things slow with you–enjoying cozy mornings sleeping in late together, or finding little ways to physically connect with you (like a hand on your lap when they're driving) is your ideal lover!

Gemini ♊

You don’t always hold interest in others for long, Gemini, so someone who can keep your attention is your first requirement when it comes to love! Your schedule gets very busy and changes frequently-you know someone cares about you when they can keep up with your lifestyle and adjust accordingly, instead of grumpily demanding that you slow down. And because you're harder to intrigue, you love when someone can teach you something new, and you’ll stick around as long as they’re able to keep intellectually stimulating you.

You feel adored when someone will listen to everything you have to say, and respond thoughtfully. Gifts and emotional displays aren’t necessarily a turn-off for you, but they certainly don’t matter as much to you as an interesting personality does. When someone can surprise you with a new date night spot, or introduce some new bedroom ideas, you grow closer to them.The more fun you have with your partner, the more enthusiastically you love them, which leads to more adventures with them!

Cancer ♋

When it comes to love, you’re either 100 percent in the relationship or you’re not, Cancer. When you find someone you can trust and open up to, you do everything you can to make their life feel as secure and comfortable as possible. Because of this, it’s very important that your lover fully lets you into their life. You really start feeling the love when they return the favour and dote on you, too–you can do a lot, but only for someone who can let you be cared for just as much.

Even if your partner doesn’t match you on an emotional level–which is hard to do, since you’re one of the most emotional signs and make it very easy for people to open up to you–you love it when they indulge you in gushy, ridiculously-romantic moments together. The perfect night is getting cozy in front of the TV, cuddling and watching Netflix. What sounds too comfy and safe for some people is ideal for you. You want a partner who is easy to communicate with, doesn’t catch you off-guard, and won't try to rush any part of the relationship.

Leo ♌

You love attention, Leo! Any kind of reassurance that you’re the centre of your partner’s world only amplifies your love for them. A little kiss on the cheek before you say goodbye, or cute texts throughout the day make you feel like royalty. But if your partner wants to show you off on Instagram, that works too–you love being flaunted! In the bedroom, you need to be taken care of before you lift a finger for your S.O. (but when it's your turn, you will blow their mind!).

You’re one of the most generous signs, and you’ll give everything you have to your S.O., but they need to return the favour if you’re going to stick around. The occasional surprise gift, like flowers or sweets, do a lot to keep you happy in a relationship.When you need alone time and just want to take a catnap, you expect your partner to understand your boundaries. But when your more frisky side comes out, your partner has to step up and be just as playful and sweet! Let's face it: you want the most, and it can be exhausting for some. But the right person knows you're worth it all!

Virgo ♍

You work endlessly to make sure your partner’s life is running as smoothly as possible, Virgo. Because you can be a little shy and prone to putting other peoples' happiness above your own, it’s easy to feel unappreciated for all of the work you do for others. So when your S.O. takes the time to help you without being asked, you’re overjoyed! Actions speak louder than words for earth signs such as yourself. While the typical romantic gestures and poetic love letters are nice and all, you want someone who goes a bit deeper in showing their affection. To you, "thank you for everything you do" is so much better than "I love you."

Someone who lets you critique them and nitpick a little is the perfect partner for you-you two can work together to get closer and closer to the “perfect relationship” you yearn for. You're a perfectionist with very particular tastes-someone who meets all of your requirements and standards is rare, but if you find them, you feel like the luckiest person in the world. truly lucky if you wind up together!

Libra ♎

A partner who likes to spend a lot of time together is perfect for you, Libra. You love someone who can match you intellectually and hold an interesting conversation, and having a witty sense of humor helps, too. You don't need constant plans at all–you feel loved when you can just be with your partner, regardless of what else is going on. It also means a lot when your partner encourages your independence and gently helps you out of your comfort zone. You always want to take on the world as a team, but when you have someone that goes out of their way to recognize your personal achievements and let you steal the spotlight from time to time, you’ve truly found someone special!

You especially feel great when your partner takes you out and helps you meet new friends. You prioritise your relationships more than any other sign, and can rely on others’ positive opinions of you for a confidence boost. As for your partner, the occasional off-the-cuff “I love you” or ultra-specific compliment goes a long way.

Scorpio ♏

When you let someone in, it’s a very serious thing, Scorpio. You want transparency from the other person right away, but you take much longer to reciprocate their levels of openness. Your ideal partner will be patient with how long it takes for you to emotionally commit, without rushing the process. It’s a tall order to fill, but when you feel enough love and trust for someone to have a relationship with them, you make it the most passionate and intense partnership of their life! You desire someone most when they have a secret or complex trait, but it has to be genuine–if someone is even the slightest bit superficial or fake, you’re over it.

You feel most loved when there’s a lot of physical contact from your partner. A strong sense of intimacy (in every sense of the word) is a requirement in order to be with you. You want someone to give the relationship their all, be great in bed, and share your emotional depth. They need to be willing to talk about taboo topics, answer your constant probing questions, and keep up with your passion in the bedroom. When someone manages to jump through all of your hoops and impress you with how much they’re attracted to you, you finally let yourself feel the affection and love from your partner. Only then is your desire for intimacy satisfied!

Sagittarius♐

You need a certain amount of freedom in any relationship, and committing to one person can feel stifling or scary, Sagittarius! You want someone who can let you go on adventures and have your free time whenever you decide you need it. Better yet, you're into someone who cantake you on an adventure and actually surpass the fast-paced life you live. You’re the luckiest sign with the biggest ideas, and a practical partner who supports your dreams and helps you realistically achieve them is best for you.

But you have to do things your way, and your partner has to guide you without making you feel like you're being corrected or condescended to. You put a lot of energy into your busy day-to-day life, so you appreciate it when your S.O. can at least try to keep up with you. You can tell someone really cares about you when they share your optimism, are capable of looking past your blunt nature, and can provide love and support without making you feel caged in at all.

Capricorn ♑

Your sign isn’t always the easiest to approach, Capricorn. Your serious self-presentation can seem cold or standoffish at first, and getting you to reach out first doesn't happen often. But if someone is going out of their way to get your attention, you can warm up to them pretty quickly. A superficial flirtationship won’t last long, though–you take things pretty seriously from the start, and won’t invest in a relationship that doesn’t have lasting values.

When someone can prove that they really do love you, you become more and more confident in the relationship. And the more confident you feel, the more energetic of a lover you become! But your partner has to be careful–a forgotten anniversary or a little white lie can show cracks in the foundation of your partnership. A partner who is just as reliable as you are and never lets silly slip-ups happen is your ideal match. You want your investment of time, energy, and finances reciprocated. Someone who has the flexibility to accommodate your rigid personality, while still avoiding any kind of flakiness, is the one for you!

Aquarius ♒

You don’t do relationships well all the time, Aquarius. Your detached nature can be intimidating to others, and they aren’t always attracted to all of your eccentricities! That’s fine by you, though. You don’t want someone who believes in love at first sight and instantly wants to be with you. To you, being best buds with your partner is extra-important, so starting out as platonic friends might be the key to your heart. As the friendship grows on and deeper feelings begin to develop organically, you slowly allow for more and more intimacy. You want someone to know all of your complexities and oddities and accept them before they get close.

Your bizarre taste in music or art doesn’t appeal to everyone, but your partner needs to accept and encourage your interests. Someone who is willing to explore unconventional ideas without ever judging you is sure to win you over. In the bedroom, they need to keep up with your latest kinky ideas, and they need to be open about their desires as well. You may experience a rainbow of romantic emotions, but rather than PDA or dramatic confessions of love, you’d rather just have a deep talk with your partner. The feelings are there, and you express them when you want. Someone that understands and respects those boundaries is the best for you.

Pisces ♓

It’s no secret you’re the most emotional sign, Pisces, and your mood can shift from one extreme to the other in the blink of an eye. You want someone who can take you as you are and accept your very kaleidoscopic feelings. You want the ideal fairytale romance, and your dreamy outlook on relationships is downright charming! An earnest love letter or a classic dinner-movie date night are your preferred displays of affection. There’s no secret to unlocking your heart-it’s always wide open! You have tons of compassion and endless love to offer.

Combined with your natural Piscean charm, you can’t help but captivate others. You need someone who understands that despite your flirtatious exterior, your love for them is rare and deeper than anything else you feel for anyone. The incredibly fluid nature of your feelings and desires can be a lot to handle-someone really loves you when they’re able to keep up with and accommodate your emotions.You want someone that lets you be free and do your own thing, but will always be there for you to come back home to

[hungline]

pandora’s box

pairing: jihope  genre: fluff, dance au, rated t  warnings: insecurity, implied sexual content at the end  words: 810 

summary: Jimin didn’t want to give himself the chance to hope, but it was far too late for that by now.

⇢ day one of jihope festa 2019 

"Do you really think I'll be able to get in? I'm competing for a really exclusive spot," Jimin pouts, arms akimbo as he watches their dinner on the stove.

Hoseok is busy wiping down the kitchen table yet again, the chemical smell of the cleaner probably making his eyes water as it usually does. "I know, sweetheart, but I'm more than positive about you being picked. There isn't a doubt about it."

Jimin frowns, folding his arms over his chest as the soup begins to bubble faintly. "But, hyung, what if they don't pick me?"

Jimin suspects he is about to receive the same answer he has been getting for the past week because as soon as Jimin had finished editing his video and emailed his application, the doubt began to creep in. This fact surprised no one considering that Jimin is a perfectionist, but it has been a week and Jimin still hasn't heard back from the dance school of his dreams.

Hoseok supervised his dance, had helped him with his form and even suggested a few steps that Jimin had only quietly wished he had thought of himself, but having his boyfriend help him meant the world to Jimin. He had choreographed his routine by himself and incorporated the moves Hoseok had shown him before rolling everything together and practicing until he was sure he knew the dance like the back of Hoseok's hand. Hoseok had volunteered to man the camera and Jimin rewatched all the film before deciding which version to go with. Editing had taken longer than he would like to openly admit to, but his video was done with plenty of time to spare, so he double and triple checked his application, uploaded the video, and sent it in.

He has been a mess of nerves ever since and Jimin hasn't the slightest idea how Hoseok deals with him like this, but his boyfriend is a literal saint for it and Jimin has promised himself over and over again to make it up to Hoseok once he isn't half out of his mind anymore. Hoseok has been patient and kind and quick to forgive whenever Jimin snaps at him which ultimately amounts to Hoseok being an angel and Jimin being an undeserving gremlin that happens to be the angel's boyfriend. Nothing new honestly.

Except for the stress levels in their tiny apartment. Hoseok has been working more often this week and Jimin has spent his time practicing whenever he isn't at work or sleeping, so they are both busy and exhausted now that the weekend has taken them by surprise. Jimin suspects that they won't do much else other than work and cuddle while watching some romcom neither of them finds funny on Netflix. They are both tired and overworked and having that on top of Jimin's anxiety about getting into the most prestigious dance academy in the country, he is bound to blow a gasket at some point soon.

Jimin had not wanted to let himself even have the chance of hoping for an acceptance email to be addressed to him, but his heart has been a traitor ever since he first fell for Hoseok all those years ago. Now he is fretting about whether he is good enough to be amongst the country's best dancers and denying himself the right to hope with all his might while he secretly does it anyway despite the hurt he knows is bound to come his way.

Hoseok laughs from the table and puts his cleaning supplies away, turning to face Jimin as their gazes meet. "Jiminnie, you're the most talented dancer I know. Trust me when I say that I have no doubts about you being chosen. You deserve to be picked and I know the board will see that as clearly as I do, love."

His face is warm and he lets his gaze drop, rushing to turn the stove off once he catches sight of their soup. "Thank you, hyung. I love you."

Jimin can clearly hear the approaching steps Hoseok takes towards him, but he doesn't relax until he can feel his boyfriend's arm slide across his waist and pull him close. He leans into Hoseok's chest, smiling when the elder rests his chin on Jimin's shoulder and presses a kiss to the roundness of his cheek. Jimin turns his head to the side and tilts it back for the kiss he knows Hoseok is going to land on his lips and sighs when their mouths collide, enjoying the familiar warmth around him.

"I love you, too, Jiminnie. Never forget it," Hoseok murmurs against his lips in between kisses.

  (Later when they are getting ready for bed, Jimin will receive an email from the dance academy bearing his acceptance and will turn right around to jump Hoseok's bones as they tumble into bed.)

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

Awhile back, I came up with my own Sides--so this is art is VERY OLD, mind you. I wasn’t really sure if I’d share them with you guys, but then I saw @fanartfunart talk about sharing Side OCs, so I figured why the heck not??

tag list + explanation below the cut!

Art Tag List: @yourhappypappypatton @fandergecko @jade-dragon226-fan @allfavoritesaside

Muse (Creativity/Passion): Writers often talk about their muse—their source of creativity, of inspiration. So as a writer it felt appropriate to label my creative, fanciful side as Muse. I love how the name of Muse gives the impression of a free-spirited imp.

Her name is Calliope, after the Greek muse of epic poetry

Wears nothing but dresses and fancy shoes all day every day--no matter the occasion.

Going for a hike? Tree-climbing? She’ll grin and bear the inevitable blisters--loudly proclaiming that she’s fine.

 How dresses does she own? Too many.

Keeps her hair in a half-ponytail so that it’s pulled back from her face, but still loose and flowing in the wind.

How many ideas does she have? Too many.

She has the attention-span of a goldfish, much to Wisdom’s dismay. If Wisdom doesn’t supervise Muse, she’d never get a story finished.

 Always searching for that elusive Inspiration despite Wisdom being the embodiment of Shia LaBeouf (“JUST DO IT!!”)

Maintains a terrible sleep schedule because sleeping is the only time she’s not in motion, and surprise surprise she always comes up with the best ideas when she’s resting.

·Muse: *bursts into Wisdom’s room at 3AM* SCULLY YOU’D NEVER BELIEVE THIS

Wisdom: Muse, WTF? We’d never even seen the X-files.

Wisdom and Muse have a love-hate relationship. They quarrel often, especially about in regard to what the Future holds. Think Roman and Logan in “Why Do We Get up in the Morning?”

 Muse dreams of becoming a successful novelist while Wisdom sees that as a lofty, unrealistic goal and insists they try for something more practical.

But when they do get along, they are the Dream Team.

 Muse is a BIG FAT PERFECTIONIST. Anxiety doesn’t help in this department, try as she might. It often takes Wisdom and Ethics to convince her that rough drafts don’t have to look perfect.

Is very insecure of criticism, even constructive criticism like the kind Wisdom offers. Hates admitting mistakes.

·Prefers to live in her own fantasies than face cold harsh reality.

Wisdom (Knowledge/Curiosity): I picked Wisdom because for me the difference between knowledge and wisdom is that knowledge is “mass amounts of information” while wisdom is “understanding and putting that knowledge to use”. 

Goes by the name of Minerva, for its’ very on-the-point meaning, “Wisdom”

Unlike Muse, she’s practical with her choice of clothing. She tends to go on the business formal/causal side of things. 

keeps her hair up in a bun to make her look more “serious” but also because it keep her hair from becoming an annoyance.

 Wears glasses solely because they make her look smart.

 We all have a friend who pulls up IMDB to look up trivia halfway through watching a movie--that’s Wisdom

History is her focal point but has a general adoration of all knowledge in general.

 “Did you know...” and “Actually,” are common phrases uttered by her

 The others sometimes get annoyed by her endless spewing of trivia facts related to a conversation, but she literally can’t help it.

She loves learning new things about people and learning about different cultures. 

Unashamedly loves being the smartest person in the room--and has a big head from people regarding her as such.

 Because of this, she is insecure when she does get things wrong or she is not knowledgeable in an area.

 Will passionately debate you on a topic, but she is respectful and open to hearing others’ point of view as long as they remain cordial.

Understands that Fiction can be an important tool to convey ideas and concepts--which can have an impact on a human being’s life, but still sees things grounded in reality as being more important.

Ethics (Emotions/Morality): I chose Ethics because I wanted to pick something different than Morality and Ethics is similar enough but unique.

Her name is Felicity, meaning “good fortune/happy”

Tends to dress on the causal/sporty end of things. She will wear a t-shirt and athletic shorts any day over something a bit nicer. 

She wears her hair in a ponytail, but sometimes she opts for braids.

Wisdom likes to view herself as the one in charge, but really, it’s Ethics.

 Has a lotta love to give

 Surprisingly competitive—tends to get very emotionally involved with whatever she’s doing at the moment.

She suffers from second-hand embarrassment, which sometimes makes watching comedy very hard to watch for her.

 The Mom™ Friend, constantly fusses over the others’ wellbeing.

Good at detecting others’ emotions, but sometimes has a hard time discerning her own emotions. She is very empathetic, and takes on the emotions of the room easily

 She’s a big people-pleaser and as such has a bad habit of putting others’ wellbeing in front of her own.

 People-oriented, strongly believes in leaving a positive impact on the others around her.

She’s very intuitive, a good judge of character. Usually right eight out of ten times. It annoys Wisdom so much—gut feelings aren’t rational!

She has a bad habit of shoving her negative emotions under the rug and pretending they don’t exist.

Unconditionally loves all of Muse’s works, including the ones that even Muse finds cringey. She loves how fun it is to create things!! Plus stories can have such a positive impact on people.

Wisdom and Ethics often don’t see eye to eye. Ethics is often too emotional and needy in Wisdom’s eyes while Ethics sees Wisdom as being too much of a stick-in the-mud about things.

 Has a hard time letting go of things, very nostalgic for the good ole’ times despite both Wisdom’s and Anxiety’s protests that she’s viewing the “good old times” through rose-colored glasses.

Too Pure for her own good. While Wisdom is often pushes to explore uncomfortable topics, Ethics is in the corner hiding her face while sticking her fingers in her ears and humming loudly to block out the information.

 Always views the bright side of things, does her best to cheer up Anxiety to the best of her ability

 She thinks as long as they leave a positive impact in the world, no matter how big or small, the Future is very bright for them.

Anxiety: Pretty self-explanatory *shrugs*

Has yet to reveal her name, if she even has one.

 Self-care? Who’s she? Never heard of her

 She often keeps her hair down. Sometimes she throws it up into a messy bun but nowhere near the bobby-pin perfection that is Wisdom.

 Will mope around in pajamas all day if you let her. Soft, baggy t-shirts and pajamas pants are her jam. She hates dressing up because it makes her feel self-conscious.

Social Events tire her out. She can get overstimulated by the loud noises easily. Because of this, she loves spending copious amounts of time alone in dark rooms.

Will spend all day on Tumblr and/or Youtube if you let her.

 Isn’t fond of touch, Ethics being the only exception. Those two can often be found cuddling on the couch together watching cartoons.

She has a very volatile personality. Either she’s “Ehhh, this thing is very stressful so let’s ignore it and do this SUPER FUN RELAXING THING instead” or “THIS THING IS DUE IN A DAY WHY HAVENT WE WORKED ON THIS YET???”

 She is Exhausted™ all the time. She is bad at recognizing Sleep has a priority as in her mind, “Sleep is a Waste of Time when we could be Doing Things” but she also struggles with Insomnia

Overthinks every social interaction—rehearses what she says a million times.

As much as she enjoys indulging in Muse’s fantasies, they also terrify her. Creating can be very Stressful at times, and she does not like to work hard. Not to mention SHARING STORIES WITH PEOPLE?? WHAT IF THEY HATE THEM??

Hates the Unknown and Changes. Very inflexible.

Pursues the Comfort route like watching Netflix all day because she knows it’s a Safe option versus asking a friend to hang out, because of all the possibilities that could go wrong.

Like Wisdom, she thinks Muse is too idealistic for her own good, but unlike Wisdom she has a very bleak outlook on the future.

[dorkcresswxll]

Hi, hello, yes, the ship meme plz? With these two dorks? I need it?

send me a ship and I’ll tell you:

Who’s more dominant: dirk. he’s more loud and assertive and confident. he’d never do anything xeno doesn’t want, but he’d be the one to initiate.

Who’s the cuddler: dirk, at first – he’s so full of unbridled affection for xeno and he shows his affections freely: hand on his hip as they wait in line, forehead pressed against his temple as they listened to the radio, hands wrapped around his shoulders and midsection as they lay in bed. he takes every opportunity to caress his skin, every crevice of xeno he can touch, and every touch feels like a gift – like something he did not earn but could not turn away, could never have enough of. but xeno is full of affection and honesty and returns the sentiments completely – it only takes him more time to be comfortable with initiating touch.

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: mostly dirk – but it depends on the mood tbh. they flipflop between whose the doting boyfriend and whose the one being doted on. lol.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: playing the guitar. or trying to lol dirk is hopeless. peeling parsnips and brewing potions, taking a stroll in the woods and gathering wild ingredients, baking goodies in xeno’s small kitchen, tending the flower patches outside the caravan, protesting in the streets of diagon. there is literally so much and tbh as long as xeno’s enjoying himself dirk is having the time of his life lmao.

Who uses all the hot water: dirk. he’s the fucking least considerate he’d be like ‘oh it’s not like im using ALL the hot water there’s gotta be some left in there’ but he is. all the hot water all of it. after which he’ll freak out and wave his wand and try n get the water hot again lmao. prolly spent a week looking for the right spell for that maybe even made one himself lbr.

Most trivial thing they fight over: whether to put the mushroom vase over here or over there – dirk is pedantic af and a perfectionist meanwhile xeno’s the most spontaneous and needs things to not be super organized lmao. dirk needs to chill.

Who does most of the cleaning: what cleaning. what do you mean. lol dirk does yes. xeno’s messy af and dirk’s not-as-messy-but-usually-pretty-messy self will have to haul ass and take responsibility for house cleaning otherwise the place’ll just be a fucking dumpster lmao.

What has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue: im gonna pretend this is about the radio instead and say that it just depends on the mood. mostly they just flip through stations and stop when something catches someone’s fancy and just listen.

Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: dirk. he’s the one with a modicum of social skills lmao.  

Who leaves their stuff around: both. they’re ridiculously messy bois. dirk just ends up feeling guilty when stuff keep piling up and starts to try n clean up the mess.

Who remembers to buy the milk: dirk goes out to buy milk. comes back with flour, peelers, bracelets, a book on caterpillars’ breeding habits and a cork-bottle necklace. where’s the milk? he forgot to buy the milk. honestly he should not be allowed to go shopping ever it’s a hazard. xeno will have to step up here.

Who remembers anniversaries: both. dirk keeps a handheld calendar in his pocket when an anniversary is close by and ticks the days off meticulously. xeno leaves colorful notes beside his bed and on the counter and the fridge and places he knows he’ll look so he doesn’t forget. mutters and hums and probably makes up a song for every anniversary to remind himself.

Who cooks normally: depends on whose feeling it. when they can they both sit by the counter and start cutting up onions and peeling carrots and cooking. sometimes they talk about trivial things and sometimes it’s silent save for the sound of xeno’s humming. it’s always calming tho.

How often do they fight: not often. they always try and work things out between them but if they fight it’s either about xeno not appreciating himself enough, dirk not appreciating himself enough, one of them putting themself in unnecessary danger and making the other worried sick, or a clash on views regarding aversio. namely dirk thinks they’re the best things since peanut butter while xeno is less thrilled. lmao.

What do they do when they’re away from each other: ?????? i have no idea. whatever they do during their day usually. but when something funny/interesting happens dirk’s first thought is usually ‘i gotta tell xeno about this.’ 

Nicknames for each other: NO IDEA. this’ll have to come up during play cause i FEEL there’s gotta be three thousand nicknames somewhere but where. where are they. they will come i am certain!!

Who is more likely to pay for dinner: whoever gets their wallet out first. it’s a bit of a competition. dirk gets sneaky sometimes and distracts xeno with his pretty eyes and cheekbones then pays before xeno can blink. it’s his favorite thing.

Who steals the covers at night: xeno lmao. he’s not used to sharing the covers.

What would they get each other for gifts:

Who kissed who first: …….uncharted territory but prolly dirk. impulsively. he prolly thought ‘im gonna die anyway so i gotta’ and then was the most offended at the earth for not opening up and swallowing him whole immediately afterwards.

Who made the first move: u nch a r ted. ter rit ory.

Who remembers things: both. they watch each other closely. they pick up on cues and learn each other’s tells and remember things.

Who started the relationship: UN CHA RT ED.

Who cusses more: neither??????????? i can’t think of an instance where either of them cursed. i think dirk might if he was frustrated enough or something.

What would they do if the other one was hurt: they will find the reason and destroy it.

Who is the dirty talker: neither. lmao. xeno is a virgin and dirk is inexperienced. they giggle a lot while doing it anyway so like who even said they’re mature enough for that.

A head canon: at some point in dirk’s quest to set xeno and pandora together while pounding his stubborn emotions for xeno deep beneath ground level, he decides to teach him slow dancing. because it’s a skill any romantically inclined, respectable young man must learn, and because dirk is a good friend who will teach xeno this very important skill and will not let any stubborn, selfish feelings stop him from doing the right thing. and because he’d spent the last few weeks wondering what it would feel like to lay his hand on the other’s hip, thumb rubbing circles over cloth, fingers touching as he guides him through the dance.

it hurts. like stars have burst from within his belly, have set his insides aflame, have set his skin alight – it’s a beautiful pain and he would do it again. he knows this, resigned to the truth of his hopelessness, and as xeno’s lips stretch to a wide grin, dirk tries very hard not to kiss him. it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done.  

[faramira-sg-blog]

Define Success On Your Terms

With my thirty-second birthday coming up on the 16th of November, I've been considering what I'm grateful for as I transition into the second year of my thirties. As a result, I've been redefining the word "success." I think, living in the world we've been forced to live in, we want to believe success is the light at the end of the tunnel, the prize at the end of the race. But years ago, when I was in a mental hospital, one of the counsellors offered me an alternative to this irrational, sweeping idea. Read Also: We Need Another “Nazi Punks Fuck Off!” She said, "Success can be anything you accomplished. It doesn't have to be a huge thing, even getting out of bed and putting fresh socks on in the morning is a success." This was years ago when I was told this (and of course I'm paraphrasing), but I'll never forget the overall point to what she said: how you define success is up to you. As anyone close to me can attest, I'm a complicated, sometimes difficult person to be around. I can be a real sweetheart, the gentlest person you know. At the same time, even those I'm generous to have seen me flip and become the biggest asshole - often without warning. So I set the bar for my concept of success perhaps a bit higher than others. I have to be a bit more ambitious. When I have a goal, I become something of a perfectionist, tenacious. I won't let go so easily. I'm like an attack dog when an unwanted guest breaks in. Nevertheless, I'm also incredibly lazy. On my days off the bed is where you can find me. Might read a little, or binge-watch something on Netflix. But I don't do anything. It's only when I find the resolve to get up and give writing a go, that I even come close to the definition of "ambitious." Once I get into the groove, 800-1000 words aren’t out of the question. If the ideas fly and I type quickly enough, I can pump the words out in less than an hour. I'm kind of proud to admit that. A first draft isn't always an easy thing, but when it comes, it's a beautiful thing, a feat to be cherished. The other way I define success is to think back on how awful of a person I used to be, find gratitude in who I am now, and dream of who I will be in the coming decade. I'm still awful, but not as toxic as I was. And of course, becoming a better person will take hard work and vigilance. It isn't something you can just stand by and wait on. This seems to be why some people never really improve. It takes dedication, like any skill. But I'm getting there. And that's the important thing. Like the counsellor said, success doesn't have to be some magnificent achievement. Nothing is done in one fell swoop. Even genius artistic achievements are incremental. Michaelangelo didn't wake up one day and paint the Sistine Chapel. He worked his way up to it. I doubt he would have been commissioned without having some credentials to back it up. It's still that way today. Those lofty literary magazines or well-known showcases that writers and artists dream of being featured in most likely won't be the first places to publish or display your work. If creative people defined this as the only determiner of success - rather than one of their ultimate goals - we'd probably be more miserable than we're stereotyped as. Shoot for the stars, of course. I wouldn't suggest anyone stop at complacency, and I hope I haven't said anything that sounds like I am. On the contrary, you can't get there without building up your portfolio, so just getting your work out there and being successful in smaller ways is a wonderful stepping-stone to even greater successes. If you don't have the emotional energy (also called "spoons") to do the big stuff, more seemingly-trivial tasks will do. People in the grips of depression will tell you that sometimes it's a struggle to brush your teeth or get a shower. It feels wrong telling sufferers these aren't achievements, but, regardless, depression can hold its grip tightly. These are, by definition, achievements. I'm proud of you if that's all you've done today. No pressure from me. I feel less successful than others my age (and many younger folks), but I certainly don't feel as if I've accomplished nothing. I've succeeded on my own terms, and that's an accomplishment in and of itself. We should all strive to define success on our terms and not by what others want us to see ourselves as. Feature Photo by Nina Uhlíková from Pexels This post first appeared on Faramira Read the full article