#okay thats its own problem I'll have to deal with

[spade-club]

Im overwhelmed and im coming to believe theres a lot of shit going on. I feel really overwhelmed. Just learned in this exact moment that we got drunk recently. Allegedly was not a good idea. Theres a person in our life that if I knew more about id be ripping my teeth out in pain and embarrassment, I can just feel it. Our social battery is so full lately its been fueling some wild decisions. I want to lay in bed forever and rot away. My head is killing me. Trauma has been flying around us. Theres no good news. Nothing to console me. Just listening to music and calmly freaking out over it all because I dont know anything thats going on. I feel like im being subdued. I dont feel upset but I also feel awful. I dont feel anything though. Its weird. This bed isnt as comfortable as my old one...

[yuyu1024]

HBD

Pairings: Yunho × Y/N

Genre/tags: jealous bf, slice of life

Warning: Fluff, mention of violence and blood but not extreme

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words:

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: sorry havent written for a while. So this may not be as good or okay.

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While you were at your office getting ready to go home after a very... very tiring and long day, you suddenly received a phone call from Yeosang saying that there was an incident during the boys game.

He explained carefully to you what had happened. And you are stunned what and how it all happened.

"Thank you for telling me..." you tell Yeosang who is still on phone

"I figured he hasn't told you about it... knowing Yunho."

"Yeah... I have no freaking idea..." you say. You even sound disappointed coz how could you not notice. "How long has it been? I mean... when you all noticed this... and I don't..."

"Don't be hard on yourself. Yunho is good at hiding what he thinks and feels... we just know because we've known him for so long..."

"I know... but me being his girlfriend should be more... attentive..."

"Don't be hard on yourself. Just talk to him."

"Okay... I will... thank you."

"Okay... San and Seonghwa will drop him at your place."

"Okay..."

[End call]

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The second you arrive at your place and getting out of the taxi, San and Seonghwa are parking by the curb. Seonghwa is driving Yunho's car while San is driving his SUV, where Yunho is at the moment.

Pretty sure, Yunho got an earful from San during the whole drive. Because out of everybody in their group he is the one who does not condone violence the most. Especially between their friendship group.

"Hi..." Seonghwa greets you as he shuts the door and presses the lock. "How are you?"

"Hmm..." you shrug.

He breathes out a small chuckle. "Yeah... who like to work late on a friday."

"Yeah... but atleast its the last overtime for this season." You say

"Glad to hear..." Seonghwa then hands you the key for Yunho's car. "But sorry that you have to deal with the aftermath." He adds referring to what had happened between Yunho and Mingi.

"I'll talk to him."

"Please do." Seonghwa puts both his hands inside his pockets. "It's just a misunderstanding... you know... boys..."

"It is." You sigh.

"This ends now okay?"

You and Seonghwa both hear San talking to Yunho with firmnesd as he assists him getting down the passenger seat.

"You two, are friends!" San adds

You watch your boyfriend get down quietly. He have a cut on the corner of his lips, a bleeding knee and knuckle. But you are glad its not as bad as you imagined. Coz you know how these boys fight if they have too.

"I can walk." He says in his lower register. Meaning he is still not in the mood. Though that didn't faze San from still standing by him in case Yunho shows struggle.

"He's fine. Physically." Seonghwa says to you. "He's just...."

"Not in the mood?" You finish his sentence

"Yeah..." Seonghwa pats you by the shoulder before you two go and approach the other two.

"We'll go now...." San says as he hands you Yunho's duffle bag.

"Thank you for bringing him here..." you say

"No problem." San smiles at you before his eyes goes to Yunho, who's already walking towards the door of your place. "Get well soon!" San yells

****

After Yunho's friend's left, you went inside and follow your boyfriend. He is limping but thats not what you worry about.

"Hey..." you put his bag down and yours while you follow him to the living room. "What happened?" You ask

"It's nothing..." he sigh as he sits down at the sofa, throwing his head back and eyes shut. "The game just got heated. That's all."

You then sit down next to him and observe. "I've been to your games before... this is not how intense you all play..." you begin. "Especially with your own teammates... your friends..." you add as you grab his hand to check his wound. "Talk to me..." you softly trail off

He slowly opens his eyes and stair at the ceiling. "I don't know what you want me to say..."

"Yunho..." you beg him. "Just tell me... or... do you want me to call Mingi and ask him?"

"No!" He then grabs your hand like you are about to leave even though you didn't even move an inch. "No... don't."

"Okay... so... will you tell me? Why you two fought?" He search for his face as he avoids eye contact with you. "Baby... please..."

He takes a deep breathe before he turns his head to look at you before looking down at your hand, the one he's holding.

"I was...." his thumb caresses your hand. "I am... jealous..."

"Jealous? What do you mean?"

His lifts his gaze to you. "I'm jealous of Mingi...."

"I don't understand what do--"

"I saw you two..." he cuts you off. "More than three times... this month..." he is struggling to get his words out. Like he can't believe what he's saying and accussing you off.

"You saw us...? And you... got... jealous?" You try to process what he's saying and trying to understand his perspective.

"You two were friends before 'us' happened." His grip on your hand got tighter. "You had a crush on him before... and...."

You move closer to your boyfriend and lean in to give him a reassuring smooch. "Mingi and I are friends... that's all." You cup his cheek and kiss him there as well. "And my crush on him... that was during gradeschool..."

"But... still..."

"You've known about this ever since we met... it was not an issue before..." you watch him look a bit down and embarassed now that he told you the reason. "Did I do something that made you feel this way?"

"Nothing...." he leans his back. "I just... I don't know... I'm not even sure why and how..."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

He looks at you. "Because I'm scared that if I contront you... you'll... leave me..." he mumble the last words as it hurts him to think that it is a possibility

"Why would I leave you? You're the man I love..."

"I know that... however... the two of you..."

"Yunho... Mingi and I work at the same company...so we are bound to see each other... but that's it."

"But I saw you two... outside work... you two look so happy..." he pouts, "he even bought you jewelry."

"Ahh... I see..."

You breathe a smile after he mentioned that one day you and Mingi went out.

"We did went out to get jewelry together... but it's not for me..." you give him another kiss on the lips. "And I asked Mingi for help..."

"Why him and not me?" He's frowning. "You know I have always have time for you... to help you and be with you..."

"I know, baby... but how can I ask you for help if it's for you..."

"Huh?"

You get up from the sofa and go over to where you left your bag. "Since... Mingi is your best friend... I had to ask him what are your preferences..."

You pull out a small box from your bag and nervously approach you boyfriend.

"I can't believe... I'm doing this now... when you're bleeding and being jealous over nothing..."

"I don't... understand..."

You stand in front of him, smiling and blushing a little while hiding the box behind you. "Jeong Yunho..."

He tenses a bit when you call out his full name. You don't usually call him that.

"W-why...?" Suddenly the serious tone in his voice disappears

"The reason why... Mingi and I... have been meeting or talking... more than the usual especislly this month... is because... he's been helping me... like I said..."

To his surprise, you slowly go down on your knees, smiling and then shows him the black velvet box.

"What's that?"

You take a deep breathe; excited to show him what inside and also nervous to actually say what you want to say.

"Yunho... my love..." you are nervously smiling. "Baby..." you open the box to reveal a silver band with a diamond on top. "Advance happy birthday... and... will you marry me?"

[lains-reality]

sorry for bothering u by sending u this ask :( but i really, really REALLY need your help 🥺 I know that ND is not a method by which we manifest but I CAN'T HELP 😭how do I manifest FOOD? How do I make anything appear in front me within seconds? Actually I left my house 2 day ago and now I'm kinda homeless and I've already spent all the money that i had and now I don't even have enough money to buy food and shelter for me 😔rn I'm staying in my friends home for next 2days ONLY and after that I gotta handle it on my own bc my friend won't be able to keep me in her home for so long :( idk what I'll do after 2 days I'M SCARED?!! Like please?? Help me out 😣

I sent this to soph too bc I'm just so scared 😭so srry for that but I want u guys to help me out

please girl read the MASTERLIST

also on sophie's pinned, it says shes not answering questions about manifestation anymore. idk if it was a recent add, but you need to actually read who you're sending this too

nondualism and "manifestation"

dealing with hard times?

extra / not mine

this will pass

when suffering happens

self torture (manifesting)

ego can't do anything

self inquiry:

who is sad? who is worried? you might say "i am worried!" the thought is worried? you can say 'i am worried' and not mean it, so its not the thought. you claim the thought, identify with it. you don't have to. "but i feel a pit in my stomach, my heart beating, i'm sweating-" that's okay! do anything needed to calm the body, its a reaction to percieved threat. it can be there and you don't have to make it a problem, do you? "but i feel-" the feeling just comes up in awareness, it rises, then falls. you can let it be there and it'll fall. by identifying the feeling as particularly yours, it can prolong it. where is the centre of you anyway? you are here claiming thoughts and feelings as yours, but who is the one that claims them? when you take yourself to be the mind-body, you will continue claiming all of this as yours. thats why you start questioning it all.

"the identity is a shadow. it is not us. analyze your mind briefly, and you will find that is nothing but a byproduct of societal conditioning, peer opinions, books, movies, whatever content you've most willingly consumed." - luvcompass

if you know who sophie is, then you know what 4dbarbie-backup is ... so you know she has a 2 part q&a with all of ada's posts ... the answers are already there. you're not getting anything new. there's no magical sentence

"I know that ND is not a method by which we manifest"

you already know you are in the wrong place. sorry. none of this is manifestation. don't come at it with such a mindset. if you want manifestation content, go to aphroditeapprenticee-archive. stay safe and take care!

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 5

Gif Caption: Top gif- Billy Russo v Frank Castle in Marvel's The Punisher, Bottom Gif- Steve Harrington in Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 17-18 age range | fem reader

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Loki Laufeyson (MCU), Thor Odinson (MCU), Korg (MCU), Dr.Strange (briefly, MCU), Wong (briefly, MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Billy Hargrove (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Jim Hopper (briefly, ST) Joyce Byers (brefily, ST)

A/n: shorter than usual sorry

Warnings: nothing really surpised? Yeah me too

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Yeah just as you had assumed, everyone had been too in shock to even call a news company

Mostly to see Korg and his 7'7 ness

But Thor.

All the girls loved thor, all the kids loved Thor, everyone loved Thor

So it made it easier to litterally just walk away from him with your group to do whatever you wanted

"So." Y/n spoke up, "why are you all here?"

"Why are we here? Or how did we get here?" Loki questioned.

Y/n raised a brow, "Well to answer your question, Jane broke up with Thor. And now his Hammer the only thing that can get us out of this damn town. Is broken up with him too."

"Did he just say a hammer broke up-" Max started.

"Don't ask." Billy intruppted walking past the three as they walked there way down the street and into the small Arcade.

"And let me guess."

"We ticked off the wizard." Loki spoke as Y/n sighed.

"Okay. Okay this is fine."

Loki seemed to ignore Y/n entirely as she planned out what to do outloud. The arcade had become pratically empty due to Thor being out in the street. And he watched Max fish for quaters in her pockets.

"Damn it. No coins."

"No coins?" Loki questioned.

"Quaters. To play the games." Max spoke.

"And these quaters? They stay in these...boxes."

"Yeah usually till someone comes to collect them."

"They don't call me the god of mischef for anything midgardian."

And Max and Loki became friends because Loki helped her with some magic that coughed up all the quaters from one game.

Max is rich at that point

He had to conjure up bucket.

And Billy? Billy's sitting you on a stool and handing you a water he bought from a vending machine

"I mean I don't get it!" Y/n protested, "Why dump them on me! Korg I understand! He's sweet!'-"

"Aw thank you. Thats very nice of you." Korg thanked.

" But Thor!? And Loki!?" Y/n argued, "i already helped Dr.Jack off with his own fuckin problems! Why do I have to deal with it again!? And Frank!? Frank thinks I just helped him at the grocery store! Its not like its uncommon to see heros at the stores!"

"City bird." Billy tried to catch her attention

"What if something big comes!? What happens if they brought some interdimensinoal fuck up like me thats whats to kill everyone!"

"Castiglione!" Billy called again.

"Don't get me started! I'd have to deal with the Sokovia accord of course! And Tony! UGH! Don't get me started on him! And steve! Roggers not Harrington! He'd be all like "Im dispointed in you yadda yadda yadda" Like I didnt wipe the total floor with his ass! And I-"

"Y/n! Hello!" Billy finally shouted at her.

She stopped finally, "ask the rock monster you dumbass."

Y/n sighed and looked up at Korg, "You...guys didnt bring a problem with you?"

"Besides Thor's sad love life and Loki. No. I don't believe so." Korg explained a sigh a relief from Y/n, "there is one problem though: and that we have no way home."

"Y/n!" Max called running over, "Look at all the quaters!"

She had an old icecream bucket, shallow filled with quaters.

"Wanna play a game!? I'll totally floor you in street fighter! Already floored Loki."

"Trust me. Thats no real feat." Y/n told her.

"I heard that!" Loki argued.

"But Maybe Korg like to play?"

"Me?" Korg asked, "I'd love too."

Korgs too pure for this world and any other at that

You come up with and idea and hop over the counter to reach the phone all the employees are gone to meet the hero anyways.

You'll calling the one the only

Sorcerer Supreme

"Wong Speaking-"

"Wong!" Y/n spoke, "You have no idea how glad it is to hear your voice! Look Strange portaled Thor along with Loki and Korg. With no hammer. Im kinda busy trying to keep oh I dont know. A low profile. Low Profile ring a bell?

"Oh no." Wong corrected, "That was me. Call it punishment for skipping town on me."

Even now you're being punished

The line cuts and you're completely in mental agony

And your roping Max and Billy into it

Not that Max isn't happy to be roped into it though

And Billy, well Billy puts up with your shit because he loves you

But you need a cover your face so the media isn't tracking you, and so do the other two you know: regular people, god imagine being normal, how you wished to be normal sometimes

Billy and Max find a Halloween mask in the back like badasses, but can only find you a teddy bear costume head

So you bring the truck and have everyone load in the back, then go towards the mass of people happy to see such a hero and basically blow the horn out you lay it down so hard

"Get in the truck!"

"Y/-"

"Say my name and you'll be dead hammer boy! Hurry!"

the woman chase him to the truck as he jumps through the window as you floor it and drive away.

"Y/n! By the gods I love you! Thank you!"

"Yeah, Yeah, So who pissed Wong off?"

yeah it went real silent after that

Turns out Thor had been takin' this breakup thing. a lot harder than you originally thought

Also, you finally took off that stupid bear head,

"What do we do with them?" Billy asked.

"Take 'em to my house." Y/n spoke, "We can sneak them through the window."

It was a decent plan, you'd just have to tell Frank you didn't feel good and he'd leave you alone, letting you wait out the day

When you got home, everyone got out, and you asked Billy to help in bringing them to the back

You went inside, and Frank was doing some weapons cleaning

"Hey, kid."

"Hey..."

He stopped and looked up, "Everythin' alright? Home earlier than I expected."

"Yeah, just, was doin' some stuff, and started feeling like crap.."

He stood up, wiping his hands on a rag, and put his hand on her forehead

"think it might of been the sugar from last night too much."

"yeah. alright." He spoke pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead, "Go get some rest."

She nodded, "yeah thanks."

Oh god, it worked, she went into her room, quickly locked the door, and rushed over to the window,

"Be quiet and be quick."

Korg happily helped everyone into the room, simply by picking them up and placing them through the window.

The only question was, how was he going to get in? He couldn't fit through the window and if he could it'd be a hell of a tight squeeze

Somehow some way he got in,

Now your rooms are filled with aliens in laments terms

You're so glad Max ad Loki had become friends and that Korg was friendly, she was able to babysit the two as they played Thor games

While Thor rambled on to you and Billy like it was some sleepover

"And then she broke up with me! well, I let her think that-" Thor spoke defensively.

"Okay one, keep your voice down. Two wow." Y/n spoke painting her nails black, "I'm so surprised."

"Exactly." Thor spoke, "If anything I broke up with her."

Billy was smoking a cigarette beside the bed, with the window opened, "Wow."

"And what is your Verdict? Billy Hargrove of Midgard, You have managed to capture the heart of the most ferocious fighter of all Midgard, and my dearest friend yet my most formidable human opponent."

"her?" Billy spoke, gesturing to Y/n with the hand his cigarette was holding, "yeah, no."

He took another puff of his cigarette.

"Am I mistaken?"

"Highly," Y/n spoke blowing on her freshly black nails.

"Nonsense," Thor spoke, "The letter you sent describes him as a-"

"And that's enough from you," Y/n spoke interrupting him, "How are the others?"

you managed to keep them hidden for the day, and when it hit's about 9:30 at night, a portal opens up randomly in your room, and in steps Dr.Strange and takes them all away.

"You're a piece of shit," Y/n spoke with crossed arms, "I know you most likely helped Wong get them through that portal."

"I know," Stephen spoke letting everyone file into the portal and out into the new york sanctum, "Guilty as charged."

"Where does this lead to?" Max asked sticking her arm in the portal.

"New York," Y/n responded looking at Billy, "Don't try it."

"Fuck you."

"When and where?"

"Nice to see you haven't changed." Stephen spoke, "We could use you back in New York you know. A room at the Sanctum always has your name on it. Plus I can't handle any of these new kids running around New York- especially Parker."

Y/n nodded with a chuckle, "You know I want to come back."

"Doors open." He spoke.

"Yeah." Y/n spoke, "I think needs are different than wants. And I think I'm needed here."

He nodded holding his hand out as they shook: "I know the feeling all to well."

And then he left leaving the three in the now quiet room

"What the hell." Billy argued slapping Y/n on the back of the head, "Im needed here? That was your ticket out of here dumbass."

"I told you I'd take you though, didn't I?"

God he fucking hates how much he loves you

You luckily are able to sneak out and drive them home.

You're pretty sure at this point though, with all the sneaking Frank knows

He's just usually too high alert to not know

But you had a good day, even though it was long and tirind just to go to bed immediately and missing the daily call from Steve

He knows your busy but you usually always pick up even if you end up telling him your busy and hanging up.

He gets in trouble for it. Why? Because they're at another dinner, and his moms trying to have him make friends with some of her friends daughter

But no. He's standing by the phone calling you for the second time.

But still no answer. He's already mentally planned that he's gonna go see if your okay tommrow

Ah yes. Tommrow

The next day for you would be uh. Eventful in the morning.

Especially when you're up and Frank's not up

Thats always been werid

And fucking in walks Joyce Byers in Pajama's

Excuse me? And why the fuck did she just walk out of Franks room

They were too stunned to speak

"Uh...Hi...Ibuprofen please, if you have any to spare." She asked sweetly

"Uh...I mean....yeah." y/n spoke, still in shock, "Yeah! Yeah! Uh! Let me look..."

You give her some and a glass of water you were originally pouring for herself

She then says she'll go, and thank you again, but you tell her akwardly she can stay, bur she says shes gonna go anyways and contuines to thank you

What the f u c k just happened

And then in comes Frank like nothing happened

Do you engage? Do you not?

You do pour both of you ceral,

Atleast cornflakes made things a bit better

Still do you ask

"So." Frank spoke, "What did the Avenger's want with you?"

Fuck he knows

"There dealing with Hard times." Y/n spoke, "Im expecting the woman that just walked out wanted the same from you? Is that like a one time thing? Or? Should I insolate my walls just in case?"

Oh

He almost spit out his ceral when you said that

Two can play this game

Luckily Steve saves the day, when he knocks on the door

"Oh Hey." Y/n spoke bowl in hand, "Whats up?"

"Uh. I called last night and you didn't answer." He spoke, "Got...worried."

Y/n smiled, "Yeah sorry. I ended up having a long day."

He laughed, "Yeah, I heard about that superhero came to town. Bet you were busy with him."

Y/n was silent, "wait. Was he really here to see you?"

"More of less." Y/n spoke.

"Are you two...ya know?" Steve asked quietly.

"What?" Y/n asked walking out the door as Y/n closed it behind her.

"Dating-"

"Ew!" Y/n protested.

"I don't know!" He defended, "Thats not why I came here!"

"What's it then?" Y/n asked

"I came to see if you were okay." He spoke, "now i see that was stupid especially if you were hanging out with a fricken Avenger."

"You'd be surpised what shit they put me through." She smiled, causing him to smile and hold a laugh in "was that Harrington?"

"...yeah.. yeah." He spoke rocking back and forth Y/n standing up with now an empty bowl ready to go back inside, "actually."

"Yeah?"

"How about we go." Steve spoke.

"Go? Go Where?" Y/n asked.

"You've been in Hawkins yet still havent seen any of the good spots." Steve started, "I could. Take you around...if you know. If you want. Just me and you. If you're cool with that! Ya know..."

"Hm? Yeah that sounds great." Y/n smiled, "let me get dressed and say bye to my dad. You can come in if you want."

Steve's litterally throwing the biggest party in his head

Even you said not to worry he's still worried after all that shit his mom pulled

He's real glad when you say yes to him

He may be too excited

Frank says hi to Steve and they talk while he waits on you

When you ready to go, Frank tells you remember Matt's coming tomorrow and even pitches the idea of dinner to Steve, a retry without his parents: really just without his mom

Steve nervously agrees to it

And then the two of you leave

He's talkin nonstop, mostly trying to keep you entertained and impressed

"The best parts of Hawkins arent even town there out in the middle of no where. Ya knoe Nature and shit. But theres cool things in town." He explained, "what do you wanna do first?"

Y/n shrugged, "Whatever makes it the easiest to see everything."

So he takes you around town first, showing you all his favorite shops and such, and even points out a fair fyler, that's be opened the 30th and then ongoing for the season of Fall

You've never really been to a fair, Frank steers clear of them

But he continues to take you around: enjoying the alone time with you.

You've guys got lemonades in hand as you both walk, he's staring at your free hand hanging between the two of you

"So uh." Steve spoke up, "Got anyone..special. back in the big apple?"

"Define special." Y/n joked.

Steve chuckled knew if about her run ins with hero's, "you know...you like anybody?"

"Well of course. All my friends are back there." Y/b spoke.

"Yeah. Yea...but like. Like. Anyone?" He asked they getting in the car, "dating, perhaps..."

"Oh." Y/n spoke following him, "I mean. I got close one time...It didn't work out."

They closed the doors behind them, "Oh. I. Im sorry I asked."

"No no its okay."

"Hey. Take it from me. Guys can be dicks." Steve tried to cheer up.

Y/n smiled, "not this one."

Steve frowned, Y/n seemed to really like this guy, "right person, Wrong time. It happens alot."

"Not enough time." Y/n spoke, "There wasnt enough."

Steve went silent, as he drove,"I. Im sorry bringin up bad memories and all."

"No. No its alright." Y/n spoke, "It's in the past."

He nodded, "Just. Know that Im here. For anything. I want to help, ya know? I really, really-"

He stopped himself, "I wanna. Y/n I."

"You don't have to tell me."

"I. I want to! I know I do." Steve argued with himself, "I just. Dont wanna loose you ya know."

He took a right, "Loose me to what Steve?"

"I don't know: Anything. Everything." He took a deep breathe parking the car in a make shift lot in the woods, "All I know is that. I...really do...like you. Like. Alot. You're funny, and cool, and...your an ass kicker."

He laughed, Y/n joining him, "and. I just know. That your a good person. So. Thank you. Hah. Yeha thank you for sticking around Hawkins hair prince."

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[roseythefanfichuman]

Break the rules Bakugo x reader

Y/n, a budding young hero, from a hero family, enters UA high. She expected struggle and work, she didnt expect for her life to be at risk, she also didn’t expect to fall for one of her classmates, but life’s just full of surprises.

Chapter two

Content warning: swearing, slight mentions of shotos childhood.

Shoto walks into Y/N's house, using the key her parents gave him, and up to her door. "Y/N you awake?" He asks while knocking on it.

"Yeah I'm awake, I'll be out in a second." She yells through the door fixing the last button on her uncooperative uniform. She then opens the door and smiles at him. Grabbing her bag and slipping her shoes on.

"Are we still going on the shopping trip after school?" Shoto asks curiously while walking out the door.

"Of course, as long as you have your dads credit card." She replies with a smirk, following him out the door.

Shoto smirks back and pulls out the unlimited credit card. "As always."

"You know, its odd that he just lets us take the card and charge the hell out of it" she mentions, finding it odd that he hasn't yelled at Shoto yet, as he will usually do that about him breathing to hard.

"Fyoumi and Natsuo delete the messages and voicemails that the credit card company sends after telling them that it was ok." Shoto tells her, smirking at how smart he and his older siblings can be. The two of them make it to school, only to see it absolutely swarmed by the press.

"Shit" she mumbles. "Shoto can I turn into a mouse and hide in your pocket." She beggs not wanting to deal with them.

"No if I have to suffer so do you." He replies now in his usual monotone voice.

"Miss mind giving us a statement on how the no.1 hero is doing as a teacher?" This reporter, shorter than you are, asks you; shoving the microphone in your face.

"He's really good so far I've learned a lot." She says trying to keep them from noticing shoto, unfortunately she's unsuccessful.

"Are you related to the hero duo, phenix?" A reporter asks, mentioning her pro hero parents.

"Wait your endeav-!"

"Finish that fücking sentence I dare you, His name is Shoto not endeavors son!" She yells getting pissed because people only ever see him as endeavors kid.

"Ok and were going now." Shoto says in his regular monotone voice dragging her into the school kicking and screaming.

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By the time the two reach the classroom she has calmed down enough to walk on her own.

The h/c haired girl walks to her desk obviously annoyed.

"Whats up with you." Bakugou asks looking at the girl beside him.

"Stupid reporters only seeing heros kids as nothing but a way to find out more about the heros." I say angrily, slouching back in my chair.

"Thats fucked." He replies, as he waits for class to start.

First person POV

"Alright class today your going to pick your class representatives. I don't care how Just don't wake me up." Aizawa says While climbing into his sleeping bag and falling asleep.

As soon as Aizawa passes out the class erupts into utter chaos. Seemingly everyone wanting to be the rep. We finally manage to get a voting system down.

"Okay and the final tally is up" Iida calls out to the class.

"Midoria is the class rep and momo is the assistant rep." He continues, hiding his disappointment.

I walk up to him and pat him on the back. "If it makes you feel better I voted for you." I tell him trying to make him feel a bit better.

"Thank you L/N, that means a lot." He says with a slight smile.

"No problem Iida." I say returning the smile. I walk back to my seat next to Bakugo and see him looking a bit angrier than before.

"You good bakugo?" I ask tilting my head to the side slightly.

"Yeah I'm fine you damn shifter." He grumbles.

"Okay mr grumpy." I reply and sit in my seat. I can feel bakugo glaring at me until the bell for lunch rings. I sit behind for a moment before getting up to let the crowd of hungry teens go first.

"I hate crowds." I mumble to myself. While walking.

"Who doesn't." Bakugo says while walking behind me.

"Oh, hey bakugo." I respond a little startled.

He merely grunts in response, and we continue the walk in a comfortable silence. We enter the lunch room and get our food, as I'm about to go sit with shoto bakugo grabs my arm.

"Where are you going? The idiots are waiting for us." He asks gruffly, and drags me to the table.

He pulls me into the seat and I almost fall on him, but manage to simply sit next to him.

We eat in silence until.

"So Y/N you and todoroki seem close." Mina says with a smile.

"Uh yeah, we're best friends. I've known him since I was 5." I respond while setting down my chopsticks.

"Are you sure your just friends, you seem very protective of each other?" Denki asks tuning into the conversation.

"Yes im sure, we're just friends, he was the first friend I ever made." I say starting to get agitated.

"Why don't you both leave her the fuck alone!" Bakugo shouts at them, cutting them off.

"Sorry y/n." Denki and mina mutter.

"It's alright guys."

The group is oddly silent until an alarm starts ringing

I freeze in my seat instead of following the others. The sheer mass of people is terrifying.

"Hey, dumb ass, lets go." Bakugo shouts at me over the alarm. 

When I don't respond he simply picks me up bridal style and starts carrying me like I weigh nothing to him.

"B-bakugo what are you doing?" 

"We needed to leave, and you weren't moving." He shouts over the alarm.

"Okay." I shout and wrap my arms around his neck, for stability. We enter the hallway and are quickly surrounded by people, causing me to bury my head in his shoulder.

"Careful idiot, don't want people getting the wrong idea do you?"

I simply grumble in response, to scared to move my face.

"Whatever loser." He mumbles just loud enough for me to hear.

I block everything but bakugou out focusing on him to prevent a panic attack.

He smells like caramel and smoke, its really nice. I think, subconsciously burying my face deeper into his shoulder.

Soon we are moving again and he is able to set me down. He sets me in front of the classroom door.

"So the damn extras don't think something's going on between us." He tells me as I grab the door handle.

We both walk into class and I'm quickly bombarded by Shoto.

"Are you okay,That crowd was massive and I couldn't find you?" He almost shouts gently grabbing my arms.

"Yeah im okay, Bakugou found me and made sure I didn't have a panic attack." I tell him softly.

"Thank you Bakugou." Shoto says flatly.

"Yeah whatever icy hot." He responds and goes and sits at his desk.

Shoto gives me a quick hug before going back to his seat.

I can feel the rest of the girls curious stairs as I go to sit at my desk.

———

"Alright sho, lets go spend your dad into bankruptcy!" I shout as we walk up to the mall.

We wander around the mall for a bit until we run into bakugou and a blonde woman whos a little bit shorter than him.

"Bakugou?!" I shout questioningly.

He looks around angrily until he sees me and his expression softens slightly.

"Oh hey loser." He responds as we walk up to them.

"Katsuki be nice!" The blonde woman says snaking him on the back of his head.

I glance at Shoto to make sure he's okay after seeing that. He's tenser than normal but otherwise ok.

"Hi, I'm Mitsuki, Katsuki's mother." She says with a smile.

"Hello Mitsuki, im Y/N and this is Todoroki, were Bakugous classmates." I respond respectfully while hiding my disdain for her casual abuse of Bakugou.

"Well it was good to meet you two, I was just dropping Katuski off, and I'll leave you all alone." She says as she walks off.

As soon as shes gone Shoto visibly relaxes.

"You good Icey hot?" Bakugou asks.

"Your mom triggered an issue he has." I explain quickly.

"Cant he speak for himself?" Katsuki asks incredulously.

I glance at shoto and he nods softly at me.

"Your mom triggered a traumatic event from my childhood." He responds flatly.

"You okay?" He asks simply.

Shoto simply nods.

"Alright well, why are you two here?" Katsuki asks curiously.

"We're going on a shopping spree with endeavors credit card." I say with a smug smile on my face.

[ase-trollplays]

The Need For Space

Vvv Can I call ya Thiomi instead a Mimi from now on? vvV

..aww... why don't you want to call me 'mimi' anymore?...

Vvv Same reason I started sayin' Dan instead a Danny. I'm six sweeps now. I ain't a wriggler anymore, an' sayin' Mimi is a wriggler thing. vvV

...if thats how you feel... then its okay with me if you call me my full name instead...

Vvv Thanks, Thiomi. vvV

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Vvv Can we go ta the city tonight? vvV

...oh... uh... s-sure...

Vvv ... Yer still sad about yer face, aren't ya? vvV

... ...y... yeah... ...i am...

Vvv Havin' scars ain't somethin' ta feel bad about. Scars mean ya survived what tried ta kill ya. Me an' Dan an' Corali are covered in them. You even have other scars, and they don't make you feel bad. Why are the new ones different? vvV

...i dont have these s-scars because i s-survived... ...i have them because s-someone wanted to hurt and upset me...

Vvv Well, what about the scar on yer arm I gave ya when I was little? I was tryin' ta hurt ya, an' yer not worried about people seein' that one. vvV

...thats different... ...you didnt know better when you did that... ...the person who cut me up knew exactly what s-she was doing to me...

Vvv Well, that's just more reason not ta be upset. You bein' afraid ta let other people see you means she won! vvV

...varoll... please... ...its not that s-simple...

Vvv Why ain't it?? vvV

...can we s-stop talking about this??!...

Vvv !!! vvV

...i... ...im s-so s-sorry... ...i didnt mean to yell at you...

Vvv 'S fine. I'll ask Dan ta take me instead. vvV

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...you want to go alone?...

Vvv Yeah. I ain't a wriggler anymore. I can go ta the city by myself. I know what the streets an' stuff are an' how ta get ta places, and I always keep my knife in my pocket an' my arrows in my strife deck if I gotta fight. vvV

...but youve never been there without me or dantli with you... ...are you s-sure you dont want one of us there?...

Vvv Yeeesssss, ugh, you don't have ta act like I'm still a little kid. I can take care a myself. I live all by myself in the swamps an' I been just fine--

...because you have your lusus to protect you... ...s-shes never more than s-shouting distance away from you...

Vvv Yeah, okay, but I also like, hunt and kill things way bigger than me! An' ya don't gotta problem with that! Why's goin' ta the city by myself such a big deal?? vvV

...because trolls arent like animals... ...trolls are a lot more dangerous... ...animals dont use weapons... or lie to you to hurt you!...

Vvv An' I killed trolls, too! Plus, I'm the highest blood color, so I'm allowed ta hurt or kill people lower caste than me anyways! vvV

...you s-shouldnt be thinking like that!...

Vvv I'm not! I'm just sayin' if I get in a fight I ain't gonna be in heaps a trouble like Corali! Why're ya makin' this hard?? vvV

...im just worried!...

Vvv An' I'm tellin' ya not ta be cuz I can take care a myself! vvV

...varoll kaydur... do not take that tone with me!...

Vvv Yer the one yellin'!"

...im not--!... ...im not yelling...

Vvv Yeah ya were! If yer gonna be mad about it, then fine. I ain't goin'. Happy now?! vvV

...of course im not... ...youre angry with me...

Vvv I just want you an' Dan ta stop treatin' me like I'm still little. I can do stuff without y'all, ya know. I don't need ya glued ta me all the time anymore. vvV

...youre right... ...i guess im just having trouble letting you grow up...

Vvv So... I can go? vvV

...ill talk it over with dantli... ...if he s-says yes... then you can go on your own...

Vvv Yes!! vvV

[huraiyra]

sorry for vent posting guys you can scroll away really fast now. if youre reading this please be advised I am using a metaphor I am fine lol

but damn I do not feel like a person. I've been this way my whole life and as a teen I thought I had dependent personality disorder bc I just wanted others to make every decision for me and I would ask permission to eat or watch TV or use the bathroom even if I didn't NEED TO and people would be like why are you ASKING. and as I grew up I realised that my fear of making the wrong decision and ruining my life for myself was so stupid. I used to think if someone else ruined my life it would be okay bc at least it's not me. and others know best. but a decade later and I feel like a fucking dog being paraded around to show off its obedience and it gets disciplined when it barks and when it makes a decision against its owner it gets its leash tightened tighter and tighter till it feels like it might die. and I can't escape it. my dependence is self imposed but I can't survive on my own and maybe I learned how to think and eat on my own but I fucking suck BUT I'M WILLING TO TRY but there's no way out. I'm stuck here. what am I without my mom to control me. I'm afraid of leaving I love my home I just want to be taken care of but this leash isn't comfortably snug anymore it's starting to hurt. if I stay here there's no way I can fight them. some day they'll hold me down and have me married and then someone else will hold me down and... more imminent, soon I'll be shoeholed into another career that will damage my body again. my mom says the damage is my fault and if I cant do it I'm a worthless idiot who should die bc life is pain and that's final. but today my doctor said there's no reason to treat me for weak legs that can't stand and a brain that's spasming and making me want to off myself if I can just... quit the job that's making my body do that. how revolutionary. I'm crying freaking out bc all my parents tell me is tht theres no way out and I have to work jobs I hate bc work sucks and thats how life is and why did my doctor have to give me hope? but if I'm a dog what decision does the dog have. I don't know how to want. I don't know how to be interested in things. my depression doesn't let me like anything and bc of this I'm being controlled. maybe if I wanted something I could do it but all I want is comfort. as long as I crave only the comfort of my bed and the softness of my mother's arms holding me I have to deal with the leash. it's not a bad deal but by fuck I should not deal with this any longer. I can't force myself to leave bc I'm unemployed and psychotic and living alone—even my brother knows I'd fall into pieces from lack of money and general insanity. what the fuck do I do. I like being a pampered puppy but I'm a human and I need to accept it. no matter how psychotic I am, no matter how I've never believed I am a human, I am. my autism says I'm scared of other people and only my mom halfway gets me and I just want simplicity and depression says stay in bed and my health says I have no future and my psychosis says stay in a small ball or else everything will hurt you and my family says I need to listen to them and life is only pain and I need to embrace pain and shut the fuck up and do whatever they say or else. but I need to survive. I can't keep doing this. what do I do? dog on a leash... I can't make myself cut through it. can someone else do it please? I want a different owner. but I don't think any owner is going to be as comforting as my parents. their (prev physical and lifelong psychological) abuse is mixed with so much love I still doubt it's abuse even though I know. they've loved me as much as they're capable of and they do truly take care of me. I need to be my own owner but how the fuck. every few days I cry and want to die to end all of this bc the worst part is that after I get away from them all my problems will be worse bc I'M the problem and my parents love is the only thing keeping me in one piece. I'm a dependent pampered dog that can't run away and can't handle a leash. I just keep ruminating and ruminating and I can't do anything. what the fuck do I do?

[stylin-knight]

Fic I wrote a few years ago hope y'all enjoy :)

Ziall had a problem, well Ziall had a lot of problems but the one he was facing now was probably the most frightening one.

He couldn't figure out what Jude's deal was. See Jude was, and still is, a bit of a mystery. His relaxed and calm attitude paired with his loud and kinda annoying personality drove Ziall insane. To him, Jude had no flaws, the man was nearly perfect. Everyone loved him, they didn't bother trying to look past the surface level on him because he was so nice, but Ziall is different. He wanted, no needed to know what made his friends tick. Knowing everything about everyone was what gave him the authority to tell literal gods what to do.

So here he was, in his lab staring at a projected screen watching Jude and Kacey from a far. He'd done this before so he had no moral issues with it. The only thing is he couldn't let Kacey see the camera, she'd be pissed if she found out that he was spying on Jude. She is so protective of him its insane. Anyway, they were on a date and nothing seems off at all. Ziall does note that Jude keeps pulling his hair down over his face, over his right eye.

"Now what are you hiding you tall fuck." Ziall muttered under his breath. He often spoke to himself in his lab like that, random thoughts that he just blurts out.

"Well currently nothing that you dont already know." Ziall flinched at the sudden noise but relaxed as soon a he recognized the voice.

"What are you doing here? Thought you were watching the kids?" Ziall questioned Larry. They both took the same posture, arms folded and leaning on the nearest wall (or in Ziall's case work table).

"Z's got it covered, plus I wanted to check on you. You've been down here a while." Larry feigned nonchalance and shrugged. Ziall could see the worry in his eyes though, he knew why he was down here. Larry wanted to make sure that he was safe, alive. It was sweet mostly, to have someone care so much about your well being to constantly keep tabs on your health and mental state. But sometimes, it was plain annoying. Ziall is a grown ass man who can take care of himself, he doesnt need to treated like a baby by his own husband.

"I'm fine, just working." He snapped, not caring how he sounded in the slightest.

"On what?" Larry approached slowly, arms still crossed. He looked as though he was a predator circling his prey, but Ziall knew better than to fall for that act.

"Nothing if note." Ziall sighed as he switched off the feed. Jude and Kacey werent doing anything anyways, they were just as boring as usual.

Larry hummed at that and kept approaching ever so slowly. He crowded Ziall against the work table he was leaning on and placed both his hands on either of Ziall's hips. Ziall perked up at this. 'Ohh thats what you want' Ziall thought joyously, as if he'd figured out some great mystery. He sent a smirk up to his overly tall husband but when he took in his expression he only saw the same sadness and worry that he began with.

"Are you okay?" Ziall finally muttered. He kept his voice soft as to get across the care that he truly had for the other man.

"Youve been down here for half the day. Didnt get to see you when I woke up." Larry confessed.

"In fairness, you sleep til the afternoon everyday. I can't stay in bed all morning to wait for your lazy ass to get up." Ziall joked, completely trying to avoid the coming conversation.

"Ziall." He warned. A pointed look was shot towards Ziall but he didnt dare look back. He knew what was coming, the talk about how he should take care of himself and be with family instead of holding himself up in his lab working all day long. He knew the problem but he didnt care. How can it be so bad if he kept producing better and better tech for everyone? Larry was still gazing intently at him probably waiting for some kind of response.

"I'll be up in at bit, okay? Just give me some time." Ziall felt the pressure on his hips grow as Larry squeezed them softly, the same sad look on his face.

"You wont find anything if you keep following him on dates. If you want to know what's up with him you might as well ask his family or perhaps do a DNA test and see where he came from." Ziall whipped his head around stunned. Was he really suggesting actully stalking Jude? A DNA test might prove useful though. See where Jude came from, his real family tree. As Ziall's mind raced Larry pressed a kiss to his temple and embraced him tighter, pressing him into his broad chest.

"Alright, alright! I'll come up! Just stop crushing me!" Ziall muffled into Larry's chest. "You know, I think you owe me a little something for disturbing my work." He continued suggestively.

"Oh do I now? Well I'm sure I'll make it worth your while when we get home." Larry purred in Ziall's ear making him shudder in the process. Excitement coursed through him as Larry stepped back but firmly kept a grip on his waist and lead him to the door. He'll work on the Jude situation later, right now he's going to spend some quality time with his husband.

[keefwho]

August 01 - 2023 Tuesday

7:34 AM

I've been sort of floaty lately. Like I'm just here, around, not doing much. Barely clinging on to the fact that I'm a person but not close to losing myself either. I kinda feel like I'm at level 1 of identifying who I am and what I like doing so I don't have much to work with but I'm far from a bad place. I've been trying to figure out my next steps to push and improve myself. The thing about having a debilitating issue is how much easier it is to identify the problem and make changes to it. When I'm chillin, I have to actively search for ways to improve myself.

7:36 PM

Feeling kinda weird right now. Worrying about/thinking about things I was starting to get a grip on. Obviously I'll slip up, thats natural. It's important to catch when it's happening. I guess right now I'm not sure what I want to do in a way thats making me obsess over my relationships and micro analyze. Also because I want to talk about something but I'm doing that thing where I'm hoping to get feedback from them first about wanting to talk about the same thing and while it was brought up today, I can't expect them to magically know I want to discuss it. I'm not making my wishes known right now, that's the issue.

10:51 PM

The only thing on my mind right now is how I slipped up and based my entire night around my friend when I shouldn't have. Its something I shouldn't keep doing because I'm not owed or guaranteed time with them and when I expect it without getting it, it hurts me. Tonight I was basically ghosted which worries me because I don't know if I did something wrong. My whole thing right now is taking the initiative to broadcast my desires from someone but that doesn't even help if I don't get any answer back. It's really bothering me. I just have to trust that there is a good reason for it, there usually is. It's also something I don't know I should mention or not. Like "hey it hurt my feelings when you ghosted me last night, especially since I was looking forward to watching that show with you." Is it really that big a deal or am I overreacting? Part of me says say something or at least question why, part of me thinks that might be out of control emotions/thoughts talking. Maybe the problem right now is that I'm failing to be myself tonight. Maybe I got too caught up with my thoughts today and didn't do a good enough job looking at myself. Tonight I've completely tied my worth and happiness to this small situation. I lack wider perspective. Its something I've been doing so well with lately that I might have let my guard down. Its hard to pick myself back up.

Or maybe I am owed a very basic level of communication and it's okay that my feelings are hurt right now. Kinda feel like shit because I'm treating watching that show like it was planned, only because I was told we'd start it today. I feel like I was ditched. Maybe I'll have a clearer head in the morning.

Other than that I don't want to talk about my day in detail tonight. I feel bad about myself in lots of ways. I didn't work as hard as I wanted today. I felt little desire or motivation towards anything. The only thing I was hinging my night on didn't pull through. It wasn't a very good day. I'm feeling unworthy of projecting myself right now. I'm not proud of myself in any way so it doesn't feel right to talk to anyone or broadcast anything. Nothing would be coming from a genuine place right now. I'm not me.

The best thing I can do is accept how I'm feeling right now. I'm aware that I'm not proud of myself, that's important. I'm sad because I'm not hiding from the truth that I didn't perform to my own standards and that I might have hurt my friend's feelings somehow or even if I didn't, I didn't get the time I wanted. Also upset that I just waited instead of taking the opportunity to do something else. It's okay to feel sad about the reality of these things.

[tagapagsalaysay]

This is kind of a broad ask ig, but u can tell us more about ur ocs? They all have such interesting and metal designs. Super interested in what appears to be like a whole family?

No worries, i'm in the mood to elaborate

Overall theres this media project that has the working title I hate spelunking, a worldbuilding effort that focuses on a hollow earth world called B* and seemingly normal modern humans. so far ive made different parts in the timeline that have distinct casts and themes

these two (suzy and pascual) belong to the main cast of the main IHS story, the one that starts in the middle of the timeline of B*. The story focuses on the characters understanding the nature of their world and handling their own mental and interpersonal conflicts. I like to think of it as somewhat fantasy math with fantasy psychology (remember that post). A lot of it is stuff i pull from shit in college that interests me.

The premise of this is that theyre deep in a society thats internalized their finiteness but also with the addition of them being a closed system, where theres nothing really on the surface or the outside shell of the planet theyre living in. Maybe they dont even visualize an outside shell at all. However, theres a strange phenomenon where getting your brain locked in a mental spiral, feedback loop, etc. about anything regarding the world and its systems will manifest into reality as.... Something equally wonderful and terrifying :). It's a story about interpersonal stuff and having too much math in your system. Also topology jokes

The inhabitants of B* assume that this phenomenon just happens to "cursed" people, theres a whole bit of questioning where the blame really goes, but its all just a funny whirlwind of people overthinking and im still not sure what medium i would make this in. So yeah.

Suzy and Pascual are unlikely buddies who met at a strange period in the timeline, and suzy has questionable and kind of mysterious origins while pascual is a mailman pretty much. The other characters found on the family image are connected to the deeper inertia of the plot, where they ask the main duo for help with dealing with the "cursed" people.

These two guys are Hopper and Cricket, Irene's go to lackeys who help find the cursed and attempt to help them. They go around and ride a motorcycle and whatnot, but they also have a whole arc about becoming involved in the same phenomenon. Hopper is concerned about being too much of a lead in their team after some developments, and Cricket is worried about making Hopper too much of a sidekick. They have a tight bond, and both literally go by they/them. They also have those cricket bats for the ~Theme~

A photo of the three. Okay. I know everyone is probably hyped for me to explain what irenes deal is in this so i'll try. Irene's totally not a front job is being an archivist and historian for many of the OLD old history of B*, including its origins, its age, and a lot of just what we would call prehistoric in modern Normal Earth History. His presence in the main ihs story develops from a background mysterious force to a full on anti-villain, where his whole "cursed" operation turns for the worst. His knowledge just puts the world at risk by virtue of the overthinking phenomenon, not by choice though. His arc focuses on desperately trying not to cause catastrophic damage with his thinking, but he has to learn a thing or two in the process. He isnt the only person who can cause large scale damage like he can sooo :)

Petra is Irene's sister who also works alongside him as another historian, but has full control of their own thought process. While not completely susceptible to the phenomenon, she does fall short at times of emotional problems. They also work along with cricket and hopper, but her focus is in the clean up of their operation. She is also one of the first people to suspect something different about what B* actually is.

The cursed are designed as "monster" of the week type characters that retain in the cast, but i'll keep those a secret for now :)

Thats some of the main IHS cast so ill explain some of the other timeline stuff. One of the different branching points in the media is a sortnof backstory spinoff for Pascual and why they found themselves doing deliveries up a community that lives vertically. Another is:

Dubbed The Mountain Story as a working title, this story is set centuries before the main IHS story involving a large mountain and a wacky hermit tour guide named Nikki. This one is an experimental short story about nikki and their unique attachment to the local mountain as they lead YOU, a tourist, on a 2-3 hour hike. its one of those writing exercises that go into stuff like summit fever, breaking worldviews, and dealing with psychosis unrelated to summit fever. Nikki is a local tour guide who lives at a hut on a hill wedged to the base of the mountain, carries about 3 walking sticks, and likes to make things on his computer. I dont want to spoil more though, but their story is completely detached to the current IHS story.

The other characters on my post tend to just be one offs for similar "writing exercises", but i might reuse them in the future. hope you liked this whirlwind of a post, because im still churning out more OCs for these funny guys

[redrobemerle]

actually on the topic of submas (sort of. tangentially.)

where did everyone get the idea that ingo hates volo from anyway? like it makes sense after the confrontation at spear pillar, if the protag ever told him what happened (particularly if you subscribe to the uncle/dad figure ingo headcanon) that hed have Issues w volo

but ive seen so many ppl be like "he mistrusts volo from the beginning" and yada yada yada

when the conversation in the highlands suggests nothing of the sort?

the japanese version of the game has him speak as politely/formally as usual

and the english, while it could be seen as rude out of context, in context really comes across as "im sorry i dont have information that you want, im gonna keep doing my job now"

direct quotes and how i, an autistic person who tends to speak a lot like ingo does, interpreted them:

"I have no cause to think the rift is to blame... but then again, I hardly remember a thing, so it's difficult to sat with certainty. I can't remember my own home, nor my family, if I had any... So you might do better to pose your questions to <Player>, I think, if it's to do with that rift."

"There's no proof that i fell from the rift, but my memorys been fucked up so who knows!" (i choose to believe he walked through a distortion, but didnt fall from the big rift. thats not the point of this post but its vaguely relevant) "we know for a fact that [protag] fell from the rift, so theyre more likely to know something than i do, assuming they dont also have memory loss from their commute here"

okay, pretty normal! he seems genuinely sorry that he cant give volo the answers he wants!

then volo talks abt the rift w the protag a bit and mentions his interest in myths and legends!! and then ingo says something else:

"I fervently hope you unravel this mystery, Volo. I'm sure it would ease people's fears over the frenzies of our nobles. And while you investigate, sir, I'll continue to prioritize the safety of the people living in this world."

alright, i could maybe see how, especially out of context, this could come across as kinda passive aggressive, but thats not how i read it at all! heres how i read it:

"i hope you figure out whats causing these problems in your studies. however, people still need to be protected and guided in the meantime, and that is more where my talents lie." like!! i viewed it far more as a genuine, if slightly blunt, statement!! theres not really any reason for ingo to be passive aggressive in this situation; he can recognize that different people have different strengths and weaknesses. volos strength is in research, ingos is in dealing with people. hes just stating what he sees as a fact.

tl;dr: im genuinely confused that people think ingo was showing discomfort with volo in the highlands conversation. in my opinion, he was just speaking in a politely logical way that is typically common in autistic people, particularly hyperlexic autistic people.

[aficwhore]

Truth Is (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3: Paper Weighted Problems

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!reader

Summary: After the night before, tensions between Fish and Chip arise. While tearing through the jungle and Lorea’s place, Frankie and the reader fight, leading to an amazing discovery.

Word count: 3K

Warnings: explicit language, blood, violence, guns/weapons, lots of angst and emotions, infidelity?, smut, sexual innuendos, drinking, mentions of drugs, talk of death/death itself, and talk of mental health(PTSD and depression).

A/N: Sorry for the late update, Life has its ups and downs! Today we had a bad storm so I sat in my basement and wrote this. I hope you like it<3

Regret. Frankie couldn't hide the emotion from me. It was as clear as day, I wondered if the boys had noticed it. 

“Well what’s for breakfast?” I broke the awkward silence, causing everyone but Frankie to break their gazes away from me, but exchanges looks between each other. I finally looked anywhere but in Frankie’s direction.

Tom cleared his throat, “Uh nothing special, we saw that you had some frozen waffles and just made those.” He tried to lighten the mood, it was obvious, everyone knew about last night. 

“Haha, yea, what grown woman buys Eggos?” Benny attempted to joke, causing Santi and Will to stifle a laugh. 

I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile, thoughts of Frankie still clouding my mind. “For occasions just like this one! When five grown men have a slumber party in my living room.” I added, walking over to the counter and grabbing a plate full of waffles and dowsing them in syrup.

“Right, because that’s definitely what it was.” Tom chuckled, handing me a napkin.

“Exactly, I’m pretty sure I saw Pope braiding Benny Boy’s hair.” I joked biting into a chunk of food.

Ben scoffed, “It gets in my eyes!” And everyone froze, staring at him in shock. After a second of complete silence, Frankie burst into laughter, sending the rest of us into a laughing fit, except Ben. He stood there blushing, trying to act like he didn’t reveal that he braids his hair.

Will began to cough, struggling to not choke on the mouthful of food while he snickered. Pope roughly patted him on the back as our giggles died down. 

“So, does that mean you sit in the mirror and braid your own hair?” Tom questioned with a smirk on his face, wanting to bother Benny more.

“You shut up.” He jokingly spits. Tom raises his hands as a sign of defeat and continues to finish the last bites of food on his plate.

“Anyways...Other than our ‘slumber party’ I know two people that had some fun last night.” Pope spoke up, causing mine and Fish’s eyes to open wide.

“Oh yea, how could we forget? ‘Oh FrAnKiE, Oh YeS! HaRdEr!’” Benny mimicked me while thrusting his hips for dramatic affect. I could feel heat rising to my face as the boys roared with giggles again. 

“Would you cut it out?” Frankie replied, wanting to avoid this talk entirely. 

Then Pope joined in, making fun of Frankie, “’FuCk, bAbY, I wOn’T LaSt LoNg!’” I sat there, embarrassed and not knowing what to say. Normally this would be a joke, but with everything, this wasn’t a joking matter.

“I said enough!” Frankie shouted, “It shouldn’t have happened, okay?!” He expressed, shoving his chair back, getting up, and storming outside.

All the commotion died immediately. Pope and Benny opened their mouths to apologize when they turned to me, but were met with a blank stare.

Did he really mean that? After pursuing me? After trying so hard to make up, he goes and says ‘It shouldn’t have happened.’

Everyone remained quiet, continuing to stare at me in concern. After what felt like hours, Tom pushed his seat back and got up, hopefully headed to catch Frankie.

Once Tom had made it out the front door, I cleared my throat, "So, what time are we leaving?" I asked, trying to hide all the hurt and pain from my eyes.

The three remaining men all exchanged looks, "Here in 15." Santi spoke quietly, unsure of what exactly just happened.

"Sounds good!" I faked enthusiasm, stuffing my mouth with the last bite on my plate and getting up. I swiftly put my dishes in the sink and headed back to my room. I could hear the boys whispering to each other, trying to understand what the hell was going on with Frankie and I.

I closed my door behind me. I leaned against it, letting my head fall back with defeat and hit the door. Feeling my emotions topple over the brim, tears rushed to my eyes as I slid down the door and sank to the floor.

What the fuck was going on? Why was Frankie so upset with our actions. I thought finally we had made up, that he was once again MY Fish. Had he just used me last night? What changed his mind? Why was this happening all over again?

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized that my sobs were now audible. I couldn't hold back the garbled gasps I let out. Tears stained my cheeks and began to soak my shirt.

Through the door I could hear the boys trying to get each other to come get me, because it was close for us to leave. Not wanting to deal with the water works anymore, I slapped my cheeks a few times, trying to smack the emotions out of my head. I wiped my tears off and quick got up to change my shirt.

After rummaging through my clothes, I found a similar shirt, threw it on and swung open the door, wanting to just head to the airport, and to get this over with.

Holding my head up high, I confidently walked back to the kitchen/living room to meet the boys. Only Benny and Will stood there waiting for me, finishing the dishes and putting them away.

"All set? I'm ready to get this over with and be rich." I attempted to joke, causing the brothers in front of me to awkwardly chuckle, their eyes full of worry.

Benny shook his head, acknowledging that I wanted to ignore the fiasco and to get on the road. He led the way out of the apartment after hanging up a dish towel and grabbing his wallet and keys off the counter.

I followed quickly behind him with Will right on my heels. When we made it to the cars, Frankie sat in the front passenger side of Santi's truck, Santi in the driver seat, and Tom between them.

"I'll drive," Will offered, making his way to his truck and getting in. Benny walked ahead of me, opened the door and waited for me to hop in, before getting in after.

No one spoke as we tailgated Santi's truck all the way to the airport. Will placed his hand on my thigh the whole time, as a way to console me. Benny had his arm around me, slightly pulling me into his side. With them, I felt much better, they were my best friends and knew exactly how to comfort me.

When we found a good parking space, we all hopped out, and grabbed our things from the bed of the trucks. It was still awkwardly silent between everyone.

As we checked into our flights and went through TSA, Benny tried to lighten the mood by saying he needed a snack, even though we had just ate. We all giggled when Will called him a 'garbage disposal.'

Sitting at our flight gate was almost unbearable, realizing this mission would be very difficult, now with the added tension.

When we boarded the plane, Will and Santi sat with me, of course I was in the middle. Tom, Benny, and Frankie sat in the seats next to us. During the first hour I attempted to read a book, but quickly got bored as I felt Pope fall asleep and rest his head against my shoulder. Will sat with his eyes closed and headphones in.

I glanced over Pope's sleeping frame to find the others. Benny was leaned forward, head down and snoring on the tray he had propped up. Tom was slouched in his chair, his head lulling back and forth with sleep consuming him. And Frankie, who was also reading, looked up and met my eyes.

I ignored the gaze he gave me and turned my attention back to my book. Moments later I felt my phone buzz with a text. I sat my book down and pulled out my phone, reading the message;

Fishie: "I'm sorry..."

I rolled my eyes, was he really apologizing for his blowout, over a text?

Locking my phone, I put it face down into my lap, leaving the message unanswered. I continued my page in my book, only getting past a few sentences before my phone vibrated again. I acted as if I didn't feel it and remained reading. Only for it to ping again.

Frustratedly, I opened my phone again, seeing two additional texts;

Fishie: "Really?"

Fishie: "I meant what I said. I am sorry, but last night... was a mistake."

Heat began to rise to my cheeks, I forcefully typed back;

Me: "Wow, you are unbelievable."

I heard him shuffle and type back quickly;

Fishie: "Because I apologized? It's true, I'm only helping us both here. Yea it was my fault, but I shouldn't have gone to your room."

Me: "You took advantage of my feelings. You acted like we can just ignore this, I can't help but feel you led me on."

Fishie: "Led you on?! How? WE both decided to sleep together, thats it. I didn't LEAD you to do anything."

Me: "You're a real fucking piece of work."

Fishie: "Oh really?"

Me: "Yea, fuck you."

Fishie: "God you are the most stubborn and hard headed person I've ever met. Can't you see that this was a damn mistake?"

Me: "Screw you, oh wait, I did, but look where that got me. I don't even know why you're trying to apologize, because somehow you keep shifting the blame to me."

As I hit send and shoved my phone between my legs and put my book away, I heard Frankie huff with anger. Awaiting a reply I closed my eyes and leaned against Will, using his arm as a pillow.

But for a while, nothing came, and I slowly began to drift into unconsciousness.

My sleep had been interrupted by the plane shaking and a loud thump. I opened my eyes abruptly, and slightly frightened. I faced Will, to glance out the window and found that we had finally landed in Colombia.

We all silently gathered our things and slowly made our departure from the plane and airport. Once we trudged through the doors, we made it into the humid climate, the wet air immediately dampening our skin and clothes.

"Damn, this is gonna be fun." Benny chirped as we all huddled into the jeep Santi had prepared for us. Santi hopped upfront, and so did Tom, leaving four of us to try and fit in the backseat.

"Pope, there six of us, there's no way we'll fit AND have room for the bags." I spoke up, watching as Will, Benny, and Frankie smushed into the seats together.

"I know, I promise I'm more prepared than that," he laughed. "We only have to ride like this for a few miles, then we're on foot, and they'll have cargo vans there." He explained, turning on the engine and motioning for me to somehow get in.

"You can sit on my lap, I'll hold you down during Pope's insane driving." Benny laughed from between Will and Fish. I climbed over Will, careful not to hurt him, and landed in Ben's lap when he yanked the arm I used to brace my weight.

I twisted in his lap to sit comfortably, hoping I'd fit and we could just hurry up and get this over with. Benny wrapped his arms around my waist as Santi sped off and made way to a long and bumpy road.

We hit quite a few bumps and potholes, causing me to shift and bounce in Benny's lap. I tried to lean forward and hang in-between the two front seats, to help alleviate the rough contact between us.

"Damn it Chip, quit wiggling." Benny grunted from behind me.

"I can't control that, Pope is hitting every possible bump on the road." I squeaked as we hit a particularly hard one. I landed back into his lap and felt something. "Ouch, what the hell is in your pocket."

Will snorted and faced the window to hide his face as Benny gulped loudly. "I-I can't help it, you keep moving!" I froze, wanting to still believe it was something in his pocket.

"C'mon man, can't you control yourself?" Frankie angrily spoke up.

I pulled my back from Benny and sat as far forward on his legs as I could, turning to look at Frankie. "What? How is it-" I countered, my voice dying in my throat.

"Fish, you know how it works, it's not like I'm doing this on purpose." Benny awkwardly explained.

Frankie huffed and shook his head. "Whatever." he muttered.

"Looks like someone is jealous." Santi quietly joked.

"I am not jealous! We-we are on a damn mission! That should be the last thing from anyones mind, we need to focus on not dying and getting the fucking money." Frankie snapped, filling the jeep with his booming voice.

All noise ceased, the only sound was the creaking of the car as we rolled off the main road into a trail. The tension was at an all time high, it was engulfing and in a way, suffocating.

After some time, we stopped, Santi throwing the car in park and quickly turning to us. "My informant said that the mansion should be vacant, but we only have about 15 minutes, so we get in and get out, with as much as we can carry, but we can't take too much time." We all nodded. "When I get the signal, we're coming in hot and getting right to it. Get out and suit up." He turned back around and hopped out.

We followed behind, pulling out our bags and pulling on our gear. Not much else was said, due to the shit that was about to go down, even though it would be empty, you never know what could happen.

"Alright, obviously with everything, we no longer fit, I'll ride the side." I spoke, waiting for Will to get in and shut the door.

"Me too, easier that way." Frankie offered, shutting his door after Benny jumped in.

Will shut his door and I placed my foot on the step bar, hauling myself up to grab the rack on top for support, hanging on tight as Frankie did the same. "All good?" Pope asked through the window.

"Game time bitches." I quirked, slapping my free hand on the top of the Jeep. As we waited for the signal, I took in my surroundings, lush, thick forest all the way around, If Pope doesn't know where to go, we'd definitely get lost.

As I admired the greenery, I turned to look over the roof of the car, meeting Frankie's eyes for what seemed like the millionth time since we've reunited.

He sheepishly looked away and down at the ground, his knuckles which wrapped around the frame of the rack, tightened and turned white.

A garbled and staticky noise came from the cab of the vehicle, causing Pope to slam the gear shift into drive and yell "Hold on tight!" He lurked the jeep forward, stepping up the speed.

I held on tighter, pulling my body as flush as I could to the side of the Jeep, to avoid hitting the branches and brush that littered the sides of the overgrown trial.

After a long blur of green, the forest broke into a path, leading to a small mansion. Just as fast as we drove, we stopped. I jumped off and quickly swung the door open for Will, stepping back and pulling my gun from my side.

Without any words, we all strategically filed into the house, making sure to take cover and search the premise, eliminating any threats. The first floor had been barren, as for people, though it was filled with expensive artwork and furniture.

Once we all searched and met at the staircase, Pope nodded at me, signaling for me to take the lead upstairs and sweep the area. I quickly glided up the stairs and took cover near the first door, getting ready to burst in the room and check. To my luck, when I leaped into the room, it was empty. I glanced behind the door, and walked further into the office, keeping my gun at attention.

I could hear the boys doing the same, in the last four rooms. I observed the room, a big desk sat in the middle, a fancy chair accompanied it, the walls were decorated with paintings and portraits. The was a door in the corner, which I strode over to, swinging it open, full force. An alarmed Fish sat on the other side, the door led to the next room. I quickly pointed my gun at the ground and rolled my eyes, turning to examine the room again.

"Clear!" I yelled, letting the team know our section was safe.

Frankie walked through the door and up to me, as I sifted through the desk. "Hey I just wanted to talk real quick."

"Really? Now is not the time, look for the money." I spat back at him. "Any luck?!" I yelled hoping someone found something.

A faint voice answered, "No! I swear, she said there was money here!" Pope echoed.

Getting antsy, I shoved the desk, causing it to fall over, Frankie stepped back, "Listen, I didn't mean to make things worse, okay? Trust me I wanted nothing more than to be with you again."

I paused my movements, holding a paperweight in my hand, "No Frankie, you've done enough, either you want me or don't." I spoke harshly.

"Damn it Chip, just listen!" He raised his voice.

"No! I'm not doing this again, get your shit together and fucking look for something!" I yelled, bending down to put the weight down. He leaned forward and grabbed my arm. "Fuck you!" I yanked away, causing the paper weight to leave my hand and barrel into the wall.

The wall cracked, a hole forming as the weight bounced off and fell to the ground. "Look at what you did!" Frankie gasped with frustration.

I whipped around, walking to the wall, grabbing the paperweight. As I stood, I stopped halfway up when I was met with the hole. But it wasn't just an empty wall or beam behind it. There were plastic packages sticking out, which is very unusual for houses. Frankie began to murmur again.

"Shh! Shut Up!" I shushed him, reaching into the hole and tugging at the bag.

"You never let me talk-" Frankie continued.

"Frankie shut the fuck up! Look!" I screamed when the bag came out of the wall and into my hands. I Twisted on my heel and showed him the bag, which contained a huge stack of One-hundred dollar bills.

"Holy Fuck." Frankie gulped, making eye contact with me.

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[khaleesiofalicante]

OH MY GOD! ITS HAPPENING! Its only the summary and I’m emo 😂 I should be studying for my exams, but I have tomorrow for that ;)

Ok, lets do this:

UDHWIJSHW THEY ARE SO CUTE FOR EACH OTHER I CANT-

"He preferred to hide his heart away. But he couldn’t hide David. He didn’t want to. David deserved to be seen." Like father like son. Both speeking poetry about their love ones. (and no, Idk which father I'm talking about 😂)

“I don’t think they are fake dating,” David hummed from the other end. “You don’t talk for hours every night if you are just fake dating.” (THANK YOU DAVID! SOMEONE THAT ITS NOT BLIND)

"They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”“So, by not helping them, we are technically helping them?” Bapa had asked and Max had nodded with a grin. “Shadowhunters are weird.” “True dat,” Max had laughed. They were all weirdos. But Max loved them anyway. He loved his weird shadowhunters. (The domesticity lf this is killing me in a good way🥺)

“Will you on a date with me? Tomorrow?” Max asked then – because why the hell not. (Hell yeah Max. Go big or go home babe😎)

“This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.” In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that. (I'm already feeling his chaotic ass will do something like Magnus did, but lets keep hope)

"Maybe Lexi and Liv would probably enjoy a date – a fake date - in the arcade." Could I be more in love with both of them?? Is that physically possible?? 💙

Elyaas giving Max dating advice!! Lmaooo 😂😂

"His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice. But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages."  YOU LIL SHIT. YOU ARE NOT WRONG THO...

FUCK. An attack??

You lil shit Max.

Yep, Rafael has to deal with it everyday 😂

OOMG YESS. THE ALIANCE RUNE!!

"So, when he got tired, he would simply fix the problem by eating. It was a win-win to be honest." I feel like I should say something, but tbh it makes sense

Ok, this fight is intense

Wait. Anjali is there???  What?

Oh ok, it wasn’t

“Say the thing!”Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.” I'm dead 😂

THAT SCENE WAS EVERYTHING. LOVE THOSE TWO

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out. “Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.” “Asshole,” Max laughed and punched his brother.

“Text dad we are okay,” Rafael said, slowly recovering. “They will worry.”Max nodded and did that. (This just summ up sibling relationships so well *chef kiss*)

“It can be hard, Max. Bapak and dad…Sometimes I look at them and feel like I will never have what they have.” YUP. THEY HAVE SIBLINGS DYNAMIC. ALSO RAFAEL IS JUST 🥺🥺🥺

David got wounded???

Oh ok. False alarm.

Rafael sat down next to him and put Bapak’s head on his lap, gently massaging it.

“Are you okay?” dad knelt down next to his husband. “Just a little tired,” Bapak replied.A little tired. Max knew Bapak was fucking exhausted."  "Bapak never showed it. He never complained. Max wondered what else he hid away from everyone else." “Okay,” dad whispered and kissed his husband on the head. “Get some rest, my love.” Bapak nodded and closed his eyes as Rafael hummed something softly. (Well, now I'm crying 😭😭)

" His niece found an herbal medication that helps with the pain.” ANJALI!! I LOVE HER💙💙

"Dad finally smiled and went out to the balcony, phone in hand. He seemed to hang out in the balcony a lot lately" No no no. I dont like this. Babe find a better copying mechanism!!

"Bapak smiled then. A brilliant grin. The one dad probably fell in love with." jsyeihdiej I cant🥺💙

"Bapak sniffed when dad sat down next to him and gave him an odd look. But he didn’t say anything." Magnus tell him something. I dont like where this is going😭

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked. “Do not drag me into this!” Bapak protested and dad laughed at that" Ahh yess. Typical family discussions 😂

"David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!” (😂😂 I HONESTLY LAUGHED WAY TO HARD!!)

“Well, no! I don’t want drama. But I want you to be dramatic so I can tell you not to be dramatic!” I would like to say WHAT? but I honestly get it 😂

“Also, we all know you had an embarrassing crush on Uncle Jace growing up,” Rafael snickered. “And you definitely still have a crush on Uncle Jem.” Oh god 😂😂 but I mean... Who doesn't have a crush on Jem?

“Oh yeah?” Max demanded. “Well then let me explain your type. You are probably going to fall for someone who is like a combination of Aunt Izzy and Aunt Lily! Some femme fatale type who is a heartbreaker and looks like a supermodel and-” Boy got it right huh? 😂

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?” “There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!” lmaooo 😂😂

"And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life." I. I have no words

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.” “Not happening,” dad said into his coffee, and Max groaned before walking back into his room. (THAT FAMILY 😂😂)

" I tried to hurt your father once.” OH no, the angst is coming

" He didn’t know about this. He knew about their story. Everyone did. The accords hall kiss. The fight in Edom. The changing of the law. Their love was legendary. Not this!" THIS IS BRINGING BACK SO MANY FLASHBACKS

“All I know is that I was terrified. I love your father. I love Magnus more than anything in the world. And I didn’t want to lose him. And I didn’t know what to do.” 😭😭 NOT AGAIN!!

"When you love someone so much, sometimes you do crazy things.” THIS

" Love had made a fool out of them. Love had made them blind." Yup. tsc: a summary

"When you love someone, you have to be honest with them" And THAT is character development!!

"They called it The Jem effect." I'm using this from now on 😂💙💙

"Uncle Jem was wearing a tank top and and ripped jeans." So its time for SIMP over Jem Carstairs? Okey then.

"In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual." Same here 😂

“MINA! I SWEAR TO LILITH I AM GOING TO GET YOU BACK FOR THIS!” OH MY GOD I LOVE MINA!!

“In my defense, I was busy!!” “Oooo, someone has been getting busy!” Mina WINKED. (You lil shit! I love her 💙)

He didn’t know he could blush!!!

" They had gone to hell and back for Roman. It wouldn’t have been possible if not for Catarina. She was, and always has been, a miracle worker." Again, I love my queen💙💙

“I believe in Mavid supremacy.” ME TOO

"There is something so queer about Ferris wheels!" Someone needed to say this

"They had their own space in the spiral fucking labyrinth. These fucking legends." I BELIEVE IN WARLOCK TEAM SUPREMACY

"But Ragnor had always had a soft spot for Rafael." 🥺🥺

I love my warlock squad so much I cant-

Ragnor is so done😂

“I don’t want to lose him,” Max said it out loud for the first time. “But you will, Max,” Catarina said gently. “Everyone loses people they love. Every day. It’s how life works.” (its to early to be crying)

“Yes, we do,” Ragnor replied. “But it also means we fall in love over and over. Century after century. It’s our blessing.” (these warlocks are just to perfect)

“And that love is going to last for a lifetime,” Tessa said softly. “Can you imagine that? Someone loving you for centuries. Someone remembering you for eternity. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?” 🥺🥺

David deserved to be loved like that – endlessly and impossibly. (OK BUT THE PARALLEL)

Tessa should definetly write a guidebook

“Je t’aime à la folie,” Max said.David’s eyes widened. “Vraiment?“ "Je t’aime. Je t’aime de toute mon âme. Je t’aime pour toujours.” ( I literally screamed and woke up my sister, I just love them so much!!!)

"David smiled. The smile Max fell in love with" 🥺🥺

“I know I am not your forever and I am okay with that.” Max bit his lip. “Okay.” “But you are mine,” David said. “You know that, right?” (ksidjdldk its just all this was beautiful!)

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do." (Me as I should be studying 😂)

" And you were just scared. You were just a kid." “I just…I just realized you might not have had that when you were growing up – that there might not have been people you could talk to about these things.” THAT!! LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!

"Max pulled him closer and kissed him again. Every kiss a promise. A promise to love. A promise to fight. A promise to survive" I would die for this two

OMG he took him to the Celestial Palace!! Thats so perfect and 🥺🥺

“Oh mon dieu! Ceci est incroyable! Il y a tellement de livres! Oh mon dieu! Je l'aime tellement!”💙💙 Idk how you manage to make me love David even more

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.” David blinked. “You’re joking, right?” “Of course,” Max grinned. His father had actually said that but there was no need to scary poor David any further. (😂😂 Imagine having the Consul as father-in-law, poor David)

“Yeah, not good with words my ass,” Exactly!! They say they are not good with words and procede to recite poetry of their love one??!!

Ughh I love this chapter so much and I loved how they deal with the inmortality thing! I just love when people comunicate and talk to each other! THATS A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP! And how they didn't repeat Alec and Magnus mistake. I just love it! *chef kiss*

Anyway, this was really long and it took to open notes to fullfill, so i'll just leave💙💙

Bro I just felt like I read the whole chapter again and I am feels. I AM FEELS SEND HELP. Not me catching feels over my own shit lmaooooo.

Thank you so much. I have some work to do and I was like meh and now I have some energy to do it lol. I hope you spend tomorrow studying! You better!! Good luck!

ps - I love you notice the parallels and references. It makes me lil heart go boop!

also why do I feel like y'all are eternally doing exams????

[willddheartt]

26 Days | Wilbur Soot

30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right? It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.

You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…

Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.

Word Count: 2264

Masterlist Series Masterlist

26 Days

God, you hated him so much! You wanted to scream it from the top of a building how much you truly hated Wilbur. But you couldn’t

Lately, no matter what you did or said on stream, he always had a problem with it. You had been streaming Minecraft together, on the SMP. You were just messing around, no lore this time. You suggested you made a house together in L’manburg, no matter what you did, the two of you couldn't agree on a material, you wanted to build it out of birch wood and cobblestone but he insisted on dark oak logs and spruce planks would look better together. You gave up and let him have what he wanted because he was so persistent and you knew had it gone on you would have blown up on him in front of all your viewers, and that’s the last thing you needed right now. 

You were up late, last night, planning out when you were going to meet up, and just a few hours ago the two of you got along perfectly. Laughing over the phone as you were laying in bed, chatting mindlessly. You wondered what happened between then and now.  You and Will planned to meet up in the middle of next week, you were going to drive down to see him and stay at his place. Although you brought up getting a hotel room, Wilbur insisted you stay with him, too tired to resist you agreed, but now you're starting to think maybe getting a hotel room might be for the best. 

You and Wilbur ended your streams at the same time, and you sighed as soon as you were sure it was off. 

“What?” Wil asked, still in the voice chat.  “What was that back there? Why the hell are you so disagreeable?” You let out.  Will scoffed, “Me? You’re the one who kept on insisting birch and cobble when that wouldn't even fit in L’manburg!”  “Jesus Christ,” You sighed, leaning back in your chair and running your hands down your face. “How in the hell are we going to get through this month?”  “Maybe you should stop being so uptight and argumentative.” Wil shot  “Fuck you,” You mumbled before clicking out of the chat and leaving your PC. 

You needed to get out of the house and away from any form of contact you had with Wilbur and social media. You had been cooped up inside your apartment for close to a week at this point, maybe some fresh air would do you good.  You grabbed a jacket and keys before leaving the apartment, leaving your phone charging on your desk. You didn’t want to bring it with you because you didn't even want to think about getting a text or any kind of notification from Wilbur right now, you knew you would have blown up at him completely. 

The weather was just beginning to turn nice, the air was warm but the wind still had a slight winter chill to it, although all the snow was long gone Jack Frost still made his lurking presence known.  Buildings lined the walls of a small square common area where teens mostly hung out after school and on weekends. The square had a fountain in the middle of it, the water had been shut off for the winter but with the warm temperatures from the last month, it had recently been turned back on.  You sat on the ledge of the brick wall around the bottom pool for the fountain, looking at everyone passing through on this nice Wednesday evening. Older couples out for an evening walk, middle-aged business people speed walking their way home from the office, teens scattering the open area, sitting on blankets and laughing in their small groups of friends. You found watching people be interesting, it made you think. 

We are all living our own lives at the same time and most of us on this small planet don't even know of one another, or if you know of them you don't know them, you only know their name. It's weird how that works.  It's astounding to think about though, what are the chances of meeting exactly who you did, at the time you did, and what a gamble it is for them to stick around. 

You had been sitting on the fountain for close to five minutes and when the wind had just started to pick up, sending a slight shiver down your spine.  Your mind was clearer now and you were no longer angry with Wilbur, it was stupid what you fought about and as much as it pained you to admit, he was right.  You were being stubborn and didn’t take into account the surrounding aesthetic of the area. It was your fault that the disagreement broke out in the first place. 

You got home and saw your phone had been basically blown up by notifications from Wilbur, asking if you were really mad at him or if it was for a bit that you took too far, but when you didn't answer he slightly snapped you, asking if you were okay and where you were.  You answered immediately, scared he might have been worrying.

Hey! You typed, Sorry I went for a walk after stream, needed to get out. 

There you are! He responded within seconds, I got worried. 

I’m okay, I left my  phone home, needed a break from the internet and things. You know? 

You mean you needed a break from me? 

You could have sworn, had you been on a video chat with him you would have seen him frowning. You weren't sure what about that message got you, but you found yourself almost with tears in your eyes, you didn't mean to hurt him and you hoped you didn't -what were you talking about. Wilbur didn't mean anything to you, he was just someone you kept in contact with because you were in the same friend group. 

No, you typed, not the whole thing at least. I just needed to clear my head, and i'm sorry for being such a dick on stream, I didn't mean to cause that, and you were right about the blocks. 

You sighed when hitting the send button, never in a million years did you think you would be telling Wilbur, The Wilbur Soot, that he was right about something. I’m sorry. 

Christ Y/N it’s alright, really. Just don't scare me like that again, I was starting to think something bad happened to you. 

I didn't mean to scare you, Wil. 

You found yourself feeling bad about leaving him in the dark while you were out, you didn't mean to worry him, you just didn't want to hurt him by blowing up at him. 

Still call tonight, yeah? He messaged 

You nodded, even though he couldn't see you. Yeah, I'd like that very much. I'll call you before I go to sleep. 

In the time that you had been a fake couple, you and Will had started calling while you were getting ready to fall asleep in bed, you usually ended up falling asleep before he did, the sound of his raspy sleepy voice lulled you to sleep like there was no tomorrow. You'd wake up in the morning to find that Wil left the call going, you thought it was cute. Sure it might have been some highschool relationship stuff but it was cute nonetheless. 

-

“Hello, Y/N” Will said through the phone, his voice sounding tired and soft  “Hi Wil,” You smiled, giggling slightly. Although you had just been on a voice chat with him earlier you loved hearing his voice when he was tired, it sounded like stirring honey into your morning cup of tea, or reading an old book, but specifically an old book that smells of must and age of being stored at the back of your grandparents bookshelf that hadn't been touched in years.  “You sound tired,” you mumbled, laying down with the phone resting on your stomach as you looked up at the ceiling.  “I am,” He hummed, “You don't sound very tired though, did you drink a lot of coffee today?” He asked  “A little more than usual, but I’ll be fine.” You sighed, your voice almost coming out in a whisper. There was something about talking to Wilbur before going to sleep that made you feel soft and loved, but you couldn't put your finger on exactly what it was. Maybe it was the thought of having someone there, or maybe it was just as simple as it was Wilbur and it was you.  

“Are you excited for next week?” He asked  “Right now it feels too far away to be real,”  “Who’s talking here, is it you you or is it us you?” He asked, unsure if your thoughts were good or bad “Its both,” You said. “It feels so far away to me right now, but so close at the same time and a side of me cant wait for it to get here, so we can finally meet in person. But another side of me feels like it’s good that it feels so far away because maybe something will come up and I wont be able to make it and i don’t want to think that or even say it because thats a terrible thing to say but you know how it is.” You rambled, trying your best to explain it to him in a way that he would fully understand the crossroads your mind is at, and not sound like a dick while doing it. 

Although you couldn’t see it, you could tell he was nodding along. “How about we make a deal, alright?” He started, “In these night chats, we don’t have to put on the face of the characters we play on stream and through out the day, Alright?”  You rolled over to your side, putting an arm under your head and setting your phone on the mattress by your head. “I like that. Deal.”  “Okay now tell me how you really feel about all of this” 

All the thoughts ran though your head a mile a minute, you didn’t know where to start honestly, you had a lot of thoughts but if you really looked at it and narrowed it down most of them talked circles around the same thing just using different words. 

“You promise what ever I say wont hurt you or make you flip out?” You asked  “Swear on Tommy’s life.” You could sense the smirk that tugged at the side of his mouth when he said that. “Okay,” You started with a sigh. “So I din’t really know where I stand on it anymore, at the beginning I thought this was going to be insufferable, but now that we’ve gotten into it for a few days, you’re really not that bad, but I’m still on the fence.”  “I hope come meeting, your opinion has changed a little bit more. But I do understand where you’re coming from. Its weird being able to talk off stream and such with you and not be fighting twenty-four-seven. It’s nice, I feel like I’m getting to know you better.” 

He was right, you had told Wilbur more in the last five days than you had ever in your years of knowing him. You were surprised to find out that he’s actually not as bad as you thought, but you would never tell him that bit. 

“Do you have to put on a character when we do those streams and such, Wilbur?” You asked, 

“I don’t think I do, and if I do it I don’t know what I’m doing it. It’s just something thats easy to do, I’m not sure how to explain it.” He replied “Do you have to when we’re talking like this?”  “No. Not at all, this is 100% me.” 

You’re not sure what part hit you the most, when he said he didn’t have to put on a full character mask when showing your ‘relationship’ to the public, or if this Wilbur, the tired one was the real Wilbur who you've been falling asleep with for the past three nights. You weren’t sure what you though you wanted to hear when asking him that but it definitely wasn't what you go, but maybe it was what you needed. 

The line went dead for a couple of minutes, you had the radio playing softly in the background to help you sleep better, and Wilbur seemed to be enjoying listening to you breathe through the phone.

“Hey Wil,” You yawned  “HM?” He hummed, you could tell he had his eyes closed with the phone by his face, like he did on one of your face time calls the other day.  “I’m soon gonna pass-out,” You whispered  “Thats alright, go to sleep. Get your rest, I’ll be here when you wake up, love.” He was so sweet it almost made your heart hurt.  “Okay” You nodded, but don’t hang up, okay? I like it when you’re here with me when I fall asleep.” 

You struggled to keep your eyelids open, feeling heavy and light all at the same time. You felt so light it was as if you could float away but you were too heavy and weighed down to get up and move, even if you absolutely had to move for whatever reason you don't think you could have. 

“Goodnight Wilbur, love you.” You mumbled into your pillow  “Sweet dreams.” 

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Home - Part 1

Summary: Fresh out of a divorce, Y/N moves to Sun Valley for a fresh start, a house left to her by her aunt and a new job as a nanny.

James 'Bucky' Barnes owns a law firm and has been left with three kids after his wife died giving birth to their youngest.

Bucky is nervous about leaving the kids with a nanny but he cant keep finding babysitters and the kids need someone more permanent around.

The Barnes kids were great, we hit it off straight away and i settled into a new routine with the family. Brooklyn and Alice were at school for most of the day so it was just me and Rosie. While Rosie had her afternoon nap i'd do the house work and make sure everything was done so that James didn't have to worry about it when he got home. Once that was done it was usually time to pick the girls up from school, on the way home we'd stop off at the park for half hour before we headed home. When we got home id sort out their dinner and put something together for James for when he got home, when that finally happened id give him a quick run down of our day and head back to the farm house.

After spending all day with the girls, the farm house felt so big and empty with just me there.

It was a friday morning and i had just arrived at the Barnes residence ready for my day when James came strolling in carrying Rosie and greeting me with a smile.

"Morning Y/N"

"Good morning, where are the other little monsters?"

"They insisted on dressing themselves for school today"

"Oh god help us" i chuckled, this was gonna be funny. Brook would probably be okay but Allie? I could already picture her wearing bright colours and a tutu!

"Oh my.... dont you girls look beautiful" James said suddenly with wide eyes.

As i thought.... Brook was doing okay, she had on jeans and tshirt with her converse sneakers but Allie?..... she was wearing a stripy pink and purple sweater, pink tutu and red cowboy boots.

"Y/N!!" Allie said called happy when she saw me and run into my arms "i missed you!"

"I missed you! But i havent been gone that long" i chuckled "and what are you wearing today?"

"My favourite boots and my tutu! Daddy said i can wear what i want"

"Well you look so pretty!"

"I tried to tell her not to wear the tutu" Brook rolled her eyes as she took her seat at the table. Allie went and took her seat next to Brook and i held my hands out for Rosie "i'll sort miss Rosie out while you have your breakfast" i said to James, he smiled and handed her over.

"Thanks" he winked before sitting at the head of the table and pouring himself a cup of coffee while i set up Rosie in her high chair and gave her her breakfast.

"Y/N, i might be late tonight. Ive got a big case coming up and there's still so much to prep..... would you be okay staying?"

"Yeah sure, thats fine"

"Thank you! I dont know what id do without you"

"Its not a problem, i was only going to be at home watching TV anyway" i shrugged.

"How's things going with the house, you more settled?"

"Not really, I'm gonna be getting rid of some of my aunts furniture this weekend, I've ordered some stuff more to my liking. Im sure it'll be better once its more me....you know?"

"Yeah, it still feels like your aunts house having all her stuff there"

"Exactly, i feel like i shouldn't be there" i shrugged "doesn't help its so quiet, its been a long time since I've lived on my own and then after spending all day here with the girls...."

"I can imagine" he nodded taking a mouthful of his coffee "so who did you live with before coming here? Friends? boyfriend?...."

"Erm....husband actually" i told him shaking my head "but that is a story for another time, when there's no little ears around" i smiled and turned my attention back to Rosie.

After dropping the girls at school i headed to the store with Rosie to get a few bits, i thought it'd be kinda fun to have a girls movie night being as James was working late. I grabbed some popcorn and some chocolate and saw the cutest pyjamas! They were pink with unicorns on in both kids and adult sizes so i grabbed us all a pair (my treat).

After the store we went back to the house and had lunch, Rosie sat watching cartoons while i cleaned up the kitchen.

The afternoon flew by and i was soon stood out the front of the school waiting for the girls to come out. Brook was out first i gave her a hug before taking her school bag and hanging it from the handle of the push chair.

"How was you day Brook?" I was asking as i looked up only to see Allie running towards me. She crashed into my legs holding tight.

"Woah, Whats wrong Allie?" I bent down to her level so i could talk to her properly.

"Mrs Harper was mean to me about my tutu!"

"Who's Mrs Harper?"

"Her teacher" Brook replied for her sister who was still holding onto me.

"Well Mrs Harper obviously has no fashion sense sweetheart. You look so pretty!"

"Mrs Barnes??...." i heard a woman call out heading our way.

"Thats Mrs Harper!" Brook rolled her eyes at the woman.

"Mrs Barnes, can i have word?" The woman marched over "I'm Mrs Harper, i just wanted to talk to you about Alice's attire. Its not appropriate for school...."

"Im sorry, Mrs Harper was it?? Whats the big deal?? I'm not seeing the point of making a big deal out of this??"

"It makes the school look bad....."

"Shes 5! Who cares what shes wearing! If Allie wants to wear a tutu and cowboy boots then thats what she'll wear"

"Your okay with her wearing that?"

"Why wouldn't i be?? she's a kid, they like to dress up. Im sure by Monday she'll be back in jeans and t-shirt, but if she wants to wear a tutu and cowboy boots then thats what she'll wear! She's not hurting anyone"

"Maybe Mr Barnes would have different opinion...."

"Feel free to call him, I'm sure he'd love to hear your opinion"

"So thats all you've got to say on the matter??"

"No actually..... if i hear you've upset my kid again?.... you'll regret it" i said quietly to her so the girls couldn't hear.

"Come on girls lets go home".

When we got home the girls had an early dinner, while they were eating i thought id better call James and tell him about Mrs Harper just incase she did call him.

"Hey, everything okay?" He answered on the third ring.

"Hi, yeah everything's good. I just thought id tell you about what happened at the school this afternoon"

"Okayyyy...."

"I may have gone on the attack a little at Allie's teacher...."

"Mrs Harper huh?"

"Thats the one. Allie came running out upset saying Mrs Harper had been mean about what she was wearing, low and behold out came Mrs Harper asking to speak to me. Told me Allie's attire wasn't appropriate and made the school look bad!" I told him.

"What did you say that?" He asked sounding amused.

"I told her that no one cares what a 5 year old is wearing for school and that if Allie wants to continue wearing her tutu and cowboy boots then she will! Thats when she said that maybe you would have a different opinion on the matter.... i told her to feel free to call you, that you'd love to hear her opinion"

"Oh i want her to call me!" He scoffed "i'd give her my opinion alright"

"Well she might call you to complain about me more than anything.... she asked if thats all i had to say on the matter.... i told her if i hear shes upset my kid again that she'll regret it. Im sorry James but she was pissing me off! How dare she!"

I was expecting him to be mad at me for kinda threatening Allie's teacher but he started to laugh.

"You dont need to apologise, id of done the same"

"Even still i thought id give you a heads up incase she did call you"

"Thank you, how are the girls?"

"Their great, their just having dinner then we're gonna have a girls movie night"

"Sounds fun! I wish i could join you guys"

"No boys allowed sorry" i laughed "well i'll let you get back to it"

"Okay tell my girls i love them and i'll see them in the morning?"

"Of course, bye".

[hopeididntscareyou]

Honest to Goodness Personality Types 😃

✨ ISTP – Useless faggot

These faking faggots think they are the shit. But they are not. They are fucking assholes, and that only. Although they have Fe (I´m aware it´s low) they totally ignore social norms like not telling a fat woman, that she´s fat, right in front of her.

That is the only knowledge they posses. They are generally pussies to. They never take chances when they come because of their low self-esteem. If a male ISTP for example really likes a girl and its actually really on, the faggot ISTP will run away thinking he is not good enough for her. They would be totally useless faggots if it weren´t for their skills in fixing cars. I'm too lazy to fix mine though so I'll just lay the burden on these ISTPs

✨ ISFP – Fat bulldog

This type is the worst of all. Why? Because they posses NO logic at all, and see NO patterns in reality.

How THE FUCK do these people live?? Their ”higher purpose” is to run around petting animals in the forest and to suddenly, from nowhere, go cliffjumping just for excitement.

They could risk their whole entire life for a fucking ”pleasure-jump” of a cliff. How more simple-minded and retarded can a person become?

But this is not the worst thing. Not at all actually. I wouldn´t mind if a ISFP died from pleasure-seeking experiences.

The worst thing is their butthurtness.

They are so prone to being butthurt that you actually can´t talk to them.

What you should do instead is just bully the shit out of them for self-amusement and hopefully, that leads to them taking suicide one day.

They also think that they are some special princess. They do not look like princesses atleast. Their ”Se-look” (Round cheeks, stupid empty eyes) makes them look like fat, bulldogs

✨ INFP – The Lord of Butthurt

When you talk to an INFP, you are not actually talking to a person. You are actually pooring butthurt-water into a can called ”Butthurt- can”. When the whole ”Butthurt- can” is full and the spills over, you will face a retard trying to explain how their feelings are the most important thing in the world.

When you try to explain for them that they are making all the wuwu-stuff up in their heads in order to them to feel butthurt and get their Fi stimulated to the limits they get EVEN MORE butthurt. So what you should is to listen to them and say you ”understand” them, even if there is nothing to understand.

INFP:s are extremely proned to believe in shit that are surreal. They even apply surreal explanations to things that happens that EASILY, I repeat: EASILY could be explained by logical reasoning. But the INFP:s do not know what that is, that is why they need help with it.

The problem with that is that INFP:s are so fucking butthurt and such a leech to a fun environment that no one wants to deal with them or help them. This type is prone to never suceed in life and will probably commit suicide.

✨ INTP – The Overthinking Retard

These people stink shit. They never clean their houses. When they are having someone coming over for dinner for example, they will handle the guest dirty dishes and not even realize that what they are doing is NOT OKAY.

People say though, that INTP:s are clever . THEY ARE FUCKING RETARDED.

Have you ever even listened to a INTP talk? Sure INTP:s ”Reality is subjective”, ”Everyone has their own subjective reality and therefore what you believe don’t have to be real to another person” etc BUT you don’t have to use these annoying arguments in EVERY, FUCKING, SITUATION that you are in.

When I ask an INTP to take out the fucking trash it answer: ”But….what is… ”trash”?”

It’s the fucking plastic bag containing trash right in front of you, you fucking retard.

Then they say ”But…who are YOU to tell me what to do?”

✨ ESTP – Meathead Turd

Most ESTP:s are actually dumb meth heads. They are good at sports but thats it. They don’t understand abstract thinking and don’t even want to.

ESTP:s have that psycho look in their eyes when they are staring at you as if they are constantly planning how to make that ”prank-operation” to your face while you are asleep.

You don’t want to hang around an ESTP if you value your life. They will probably get you into doing drugs or they will crash their motorcycle into a tree while you are sitting behind them.

They are obsessed with motorcycles btw. It is fucking retarded. They only seem to do it for attention too. They don´t get that almost NO ONE CARES about their motorcycle.

✨ ESFP – The Whores

The ESFP is only out for partying and fucking around, literally.

Ecspecially the women, since it’s so easy for them to get laid (since they do not even care which fat ugly hobo they are sleeping with).

These stimulation-seeking retards are almost but very close to the dumbness of the ISFP.

The distinction between these two types is that the ESFP is more of a whore, since the type is extraverted.

The ESFP:s are generally really fucking annoying, loudmouthed, whores and therefore I don’t want anything to do with them. Fuck ESFPs

✨ ENFP – Hippie Piece of Shit

Confused whores. Hippies. As naive as the INFP but the difference is that these fuckers want every fucker around them to now that ”new age” is hip.

One minute around them will be a minute of non-stop talking, about BULLSHIT.

They posses no logic, they only see possiblities in unlogical shit which NEVER makes sense.

They think the government is evil and is destroying the world but no ENFP ever does anything about it anyway.

They will probably do alot of drugs and try everything.

They have no sensing neither so they’ll probably overdose on the first, second or third times taking drugs (whatever it is the whores are using to put their already useless brain into an even more useless state of mind).

They will also fuck everything, they are confused whores after all.

✨ ENTP – Master Race

There are actually nothing negative to say about the ENTP. Every negative opinion about them has came from butthurt-individuals (which we know are useless and have no opinion) so no human of worth has ever said anything bad about ENTP:s. Why?

Because, what is there to say?

Nothing, seriously. ENTPs are smarter than everyone because they can see more way of thinking on thingys and shit.

Ne is the master-race function. Because the world is subjective, and through the subjective world the Ne-Function is that which is most fitting within that paradigm you know?

ENTPs are also very attractive and shit.

✨ ISTJ – The Virgin

Atleast 80% of the ISTJs are virgins until their early thirties, if they are lucky. The rest 20% die virgin. This is because they are incapable of understanding emotion, not others and not their own. That shit causes confusion in them.

That is why relationships and ISTJ:s are not a good match.

Their strong Si mixed with their secondary Te makes them overlygrounded to what has been and will ever be (or atleast that is what they think) and everything has to be logical, doesn’t sound that romantic huh?

ISTJs are great at other stuff though, or maybe not great, I mean no one is actually ”great” at their job if all they do is sitting by a desk and do every instruction they’ve got from their boss step by step. That’s what ISTJ do, all their life… I don’t even know what to say, they are so fucking boring.

✨ ISFJ – Weird Creep

These people are weird as fuck. They can live their whole life cooking food or watering flowers, and be fucking HAPPY with that life-situation.

They are also very prone to stalking. Silent stalking, when you don’t even know they exist.

That’s just creepy as fuck. I believe the best pedophiles have to be ISFJs because they have stalked their victims for such a long time that they know their EXACT life routines and can predict every action they do just to proceed to do the perfect child-rape.

You may say that their secondary Fe will prevent that but I tell y'all, ISFJs are CREEPY as FUCK. A typical example of an ISFJ is Jeffrey Dahmer.

Their only abilities are cooking food and gardening….I think I mentioned that before, I’m sorry, they are just to simple, there is nothing more to tell.

✨ INFJ – Conspiracy Fag

INFJs are dumb. Everything that comes out of their mouth is pure bullshit. It’s always something about a new conspiracy they have thought about (even though they have probably taken the theory directly from some random internet site).

That they want validation for their ideas from other people is just retarded, because the validation will never come because the ideas are RETARDED. Even if they get their shot of validation they will probably take that as negative and transform, what could have been validation, to an insult.

This will make the INFJ isolate itself for weeks from other people. And god only knows what they are doing alone in their dark rooms (except masturbating ofcourse), I don’t want to know, that is for sure.

INFJs also ignore Ne and that basicly explains that they are the defintion of dumb. But not as dumb as ESFP:s and ISFP:s of course,

✨ INTJ – Delusional Fuck

Same dominant function as INFJ, the conspiracy function (Ni) but the INTJ is a little more grounded in logic since they posses strong thinking which the INFJ has nothing of (haha dumb fuck).

Anyway, INTJ:s can be very prone to rule the world behind the curtains. Almost every member of the well known, confirmed secret society Illuminati. These people are the ”smart” INTJ:s. One example of a dumb INTJ is Anders Breivik (MURDERED, killed around 70 people in Norway, including babies).

Their total lack of Fe makes them very boring and robotic. Like Breivik, he was boring right?

✨ ESTJ – No Brain

Although they have Te as their dominant function, that doesn’t mean they are smart or clever or anything. When you hang around any ESTJ for a while you’ll notice that they are actually stupid, but a LOUD stupid.

They will threaten to hit people behind their backs, but they almost never do it, because they’re stupid.

If an ESTJ would run a company, the ESTJ would care more about the companies traditions and how the company can keep up with them effectively than actually using it’s Te to improve company to make it the best it could be.

ESTJ:s are prone to being negative and complaining and controlling, ALL at the same time, 99% of the day. If you see one, avoid it, it will rape you with its ”logic”.

✨ ESFJ – The Whores 2.0

The ESFJ:s are as much whores as the ESFP:s but in a different way. The ESFJ:s are more slutty in their neediness of the other persons approval of their emotional atmosphere.

They posses no logic. They try to improve their Te (socionics) which just come across as awkwardly all the time. That is also when you get annoyed at an ESFJ, when they believe they know something, but they are actually totally retarded and are not using arguments strong enough to confirm what they say.

These people can become creeps as their introverted version the ISFJ but this creep won’t be silent. The fucker will be up in your face all the time and will never shut the fuck up.

If someone could erase all ESFJ:s from the planet earth I would be thankful.

✨ ENFJ – Scam-artists

ENFJ:s actually don’t have souls. All they do is make you believe they have a soul in order for you to give them money, validation or blowjob/pulling.

The ENFJ:s see patterns in how people react to him when he is using different kinds of Fe-behaviours and therefore the ENFJ can start to build a structure in their mind which hold control over which tecnique that worked and will work in the future.

This way, the ENFJ can take over whole crowds of people and everyone will be listening intensly and in the end give the ENFJ cash. That’s everything the ENFJ is good at, sooo there is nothing more to say.

✨ ENTJ

I don’t want to get into an long argument with a ENTJ so I'll just have to leave this blank y'all