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[ 김규빈 ] ONE & ONLY ꒰ K.GV x F!READER
027. last waltz | smau + written (621 wrds)
IN WHICH ✶ — Rumors about Y/n pursuing a Zerobaseone member backstage at music bank start floating around the media after she and ZB1 member, Kim Gyuvin are seen talking behind in one of the episodes of ‘Eunchaes Star Diary’. Some netizens believe it and some don’t, some hated her for touching his shoulder and some didn’t care. Y/n went live to debunk the rumors, saying she wasn’t interested in a relationship at the time. The thing was, the rumors were true. She secretly was pursing Kim Gyuvin, or at least she wanted to. Ever since she first saw him backstage at M Countdown when ‘Love Killa’ team got to perform she was starstruck. She saw him at the vending machine and wished him luck in ‘Boys Planet’. She actually never had watched an episode of the survival show at all, she said it would be too painful for her, but that was the night she started to watch and most importantly, vote for Kim Gyuvin.
It felt like actual hell to Y/n. Her daily schedule on hiatus consisted of, wake up, wash up, skincare, lay in bed, scroll on twitter, then sleep. She had actually started to text Riize’s Seunghan since the two were both in the same boat so why not be friends. She constantly complained to the boy how she was over it already and he simply replied with “Trust me, I know.”
To make it even worse, it was an indefinite hiatus. She didn’t know when she’d be going back or if she’d ever go back. She just prayed everyday that the news would die down but the k-fans just love to hate on her.
Why did she think about debuting when she did this?
This is crazy, I thought she was like an angel. You can’t really trust idols nowadays.
Fucking crazy…it’s the ones you never expect.
She deserves to be kicked out.
Did she expect her career to go far with a past like this?
I hope her behavior doesn’t rub onto Kim Gyuvin, he’s just a rookie.
All that ran through her mind these days was if she was even ready to speak about her most vulnerable years for the whole industry to hear.
Her boyfriend at the time, Hajun, was the first boy she loved; she fell in love with him so quickly due to how sweet he was to her. He had flaws obviously, the flaws being the fact that he liked to party hard and drink even harder. Which was crazy for a 16 year old, but what can you expect from a teenage boy?
Y/n liked Hajun because of his maturity, he didn’t act like anyone else in their grade which was a blessing at the time, but just like any other teenager he liked to have fun. Way too much fun for his age.
Hajun started to act differently…he still treated the girl like an angel but rarely hung out during the day. Y/n didn’t want him to leave so she started to do everything he liked, which was partying, drinking games, wasting money, sneaking out, etc. Those were major red flags the girl couldn’t see because at the end of the day he treated her with respect.
She wouldn't say she was addicted, but after he did eventually leave her (saying he needed to stay sober to get accepted to medical school) it was hard for her to have fun without alcohol. Just a couple shots were enough for her, but she absolutely hated the fact that he was getting better and she wasn’t.
Everyday in her mind she thanks her best friend at the time for telling her parents about her issue. If she hadn’t things could’ve been way worse and she wouldn’t have lived her dream.
She most importantly thanks the universe for regaining her parents' trust and the fact that her seniors at the company don’t think lowly of her. She would actually die if any of her favorite sunbaenims thought of her that way.
She just wishes this didn’t have to come back to her at this time of the year, during the new year where her and her unnies would all wish the best for their group and each other as a whole.
It pained her to watch the show online instead of being there, she knew her members were there in her spirit (they all wore the WAZE matching necklaces) but it still hurt. It was a tradition and it was broken because of her stupid ex boyfriend.
It hurt even more seeing the girls prepare for a comeback without her, but she loved to hear about the girls thoughts on the song and concept.
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Kinktober: Day 5
Prompt: Fingering
TFP Breakdown x gn afab reader
Warnings: Fingering, cunnilingus, slight overstimulation, masturbation.
Word count: 621
“Just look at ya, all ready for me,” Breakdown chuckles darkly before climbing onto the berth, “You couldn’t even wait until I got back.”
You whine from the berth; thighs spread as far as they can. The evidence of your impatience coated your fingers and dripped from your cunt onto the sheets below, sweat beaded on your forehead from your efforts to try and cum. You were so worked up from being alone all day while Breakdown went on assignment you couldn’t help but try to relieve yourself, but no amount of imagination and fingers can equate to the feeling of your lover pounding his metallic cock into you.
Breakdown gives you a smug grin before grasping your overworked hand, bringing it up into his intake and proceeds to wrap his dermas around it, licking and sucking up all of your juices. He removes them with one drawn-out lick from his glossa, “Mmmm, you haven’t overloaded yet. I guess I can help ya out.”
“P-Please…” You moan softly, which Breakdown chuckles at. But he doesn’t flip you over and push your head face down like he usually does. Instead, he lays down near your spread legs, servos resting on your inner thighs.
“Don’t worry, sweet spark. I’ll pound your pretty valve soon,” He coos, bringing a digit up to circle your clit softly, “I’m sure you can keep being patient for me, yeah?”
“Mhmm,” You nod, desperate for any kind of orgasm at this point.
Breakdown hums, kissing the inside of your thigh as he works his cold digit up and down your folds, “You like that?” He teases, moving back up to your clit to rub slow circles around it, making your hips jump, “I bet you’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout this all day, huh?”
Your breath hitches as he builds up pressure and speed, back arching as he brings you to the edge of orgasm. You can feel his hot breath against your heat before he glides his digit down to press into your wet hole and latches his lips around your clit at the same time.
“Oh, fuck, Breakdown!” You throw your head back as he curls his digit against your g-spot, slowly yet steadily rhythmic. It’s not as thick as his spike, but even with his digit, he fills you completely.
“Frag, you’re tight,” Breakdown rumbles against your sensitive clit, glossa flicking against it as he adjusts his wrists to achieve a better angle against your fluttering walls, “Can’t wait ‘til I’m inside you.”
The wet slapping noises from the thrusting of his servo to the sound of him lapping at your clit, it’s all sinful and bringing you closer to the edge.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna-“ You slap a hand over your mouth as your hips gain a mind of their own, grinding against his glossa and the digit now pounding into you with reckless abandon.
“Gonna overload?” Breakdown groans, his hips grinding against the berth, “C’mon, you deserve this.”
With tears in your eyes and teeth biting the cheek of your hand, you squeal as Breakdown curls against your g-spot and sucks on your clit with so much force that you almost go blind. You arch your back as he slows down to a snail's pace, limbs jerking and thighs shaking.
Breakdown laughs teasingly, removing his digit to watch your cum dribble onto the berth. He kisses your abused hole before sitting up and pulling your hips closer to his. His spike is already exposed, and it's the most enticing thing you’ve seen all day; you can’t help but whine at the throbbing sight.
Breakdown easily flips you over, propping your legs up and pushing your head against your pillow, “You up for round two?”
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Christmas Day - Benoit Blanc Imagine (Knives Out)
Title: Christmas Day
Pairing: Benoit Blanc X Platonic!Reader
Word Count: 621 words
Warning(s): not having family/friends
Summary: (Y/n) had started working with Benoit Blanc more and more. When he finds out that (Y/n) doesn't have anyone to visit for the holidays, he decides to reach out and try to make their holiday season a little bit better.
Author's Note: Happy Holidays! I am not one who usually writes Christmas stories, but I thought that this would be cute.
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I was never expecting to work with Benoit Blanc.
He was one of the best detectives in the world. He always seemed like a one-man team that may have been forced to work with others in certain situations. I didn't think that he had any interest in recruiting someone to work with him.
But after working one case with him, he started reaching out more and more.
Slowly, I started to feel like an actual partner. Like we both saw each other as equals.
Which probably wasn't close to true. He was pretty much my boss.
He was a nice guy. A little excitable when there was a mystery, but otherwise nice and honest. A good person.
I don't know how Benoit found out that I didn't have anyone to spend the holidays with. I'm sure that if I asked then I would get some long-winded explanation about how some small thing that I did or said.
I only found out that he knew when he asked me to join him on Christmas.
"What?" I replied, thinking that I must've misheard him.
"I want you to join Phillip and me for Christmas," Benoit repeated.
I was silent for a few moments before I finally got myself to shake my head. "No, no. I can't do that. I don't want to intrude-"
"Nonsense," he cut me off. "Phillip and I would be happy to have you."
I took a deep breath.
"I don't want you spending Christmas alone," he continued. "Please?"
I sighed. "Fine."
"Good," he grinned.
Christmas day, I found myself walking up to Benoit's place and knocking on the door.
"There they are," Benoit cheered as he pulled the door open. I chuckled at him.
He pulled me into a hug. I barely avoided hitting him in the back with the bag that I had brought for him and Phillip.
"Merry Christmas," he stepped back. I said the phrase back to him.
Phillip stepped around him and gave me a softer hug. "It's nice to see you, (Y/n)."
"Thank you for inviting me," I said. I held the bag out to him. "I brought a gift."
"Oh, you didn't need to do this."
"It's the least I could do," I waved him off.
"Well, it's good that you mentioned gifts," Benoit walked over to another part of the room, coming back with a wrapped gift. "Open it."
I chuckled before pulling the wrapping paper off.
It was a collection of pens. Nice pens. I traced my thumb over the case.
"You mentioned enjoying having good pens to take notes with," he explained. "There are the best that money can buy."
"You... You didn't have to-"
"Yes, I did."
"I can't accept-"
"You can and you will."
I stammered for a moment before looking down at them again.
After a few moments, I moved to hug Benoit again. He chuckled before hugging me back.
"Thank you," I muttered. "For everything. It's more than I deserve."
"That's not true," he mumbled back to me before stepping out of the hug. "Now, come on, Phillip is quite the entertaining cook."
"Only because Benoit burns everything that he touches," Phillip added.
I laughed before hopping onto the barstool next to the kitchen island.
The night was spent chatting, watching Phillip do most of the cooking, and eating.
They were both so kind to me. It didn't feel like I was a burden or that I was in the way. I felt like a part of the family. It was a new feeling for me, but I really enjoyed it. I could get used to feeling like that.
All I could hope was that I could somehow show them how much that meant to me.
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If 621 had his debt be cleared by a certain someone, would he still continue to fight since that’s all he knows?
The first thing he’ll do is get the surgery undone and his face repaired. But very soon he’ll need to put food on the table again. Being a mercenary is either all he’s ever been able to do or he’s been doing it for so long, it’s become a huge part of him.
Changing an habit is hard, it demands strength, it’s intimidating. He's lost the ability to easily connect with people, having spent so long emotionally limited, doing a job that doesn’t require human bonds fits him better,
So I’ll say he’ll try to resist going back to being a mercenary and reconstruct himself but he’ll eventually go back to it for a few years. He’ll either die on the job or realize he deserves a better life and go be a farmer on some faraway planet or something
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🍔 Review № 621 ━ 📍 Maestro & Café Alice ★★★☆☆ • Maestro & Café Alice can be found in the small locality Edsbro, a few metric miles north of Norrtälje. The restaurant recently invited staff from Väddö Gårdsmejeri and Bonden & Burgaren in order to learn how to make proper smash burgers, and since we were passing by we decided to see how much knowledge they'd retained. We ordered the only smash burger on their menu: a Double Edsbro Smash with cheese, bacon and mayo for 130 SEK (12.5 USD), including french fries. • When our burger arrived we were surprised to see that it also contained red onion, iceberg lettuce and burger sauce, but when we took our first bite we were pleasantly surprised. Because even though the beef patties looked a bit bland they tasted great. The crust was decent and the meat was pretty juicy as well. It lacked seasoning though, and we would have preferred more salt and pepper. The bacon was cooked nicely, but a smokier variety would have cut through the sweetness from the burger sauce better. And something with more acidity, such as some yellow mustard or a pickle would have balanced out the flavours better. The bun had been toasted properly, and the local burger cheddar felt like a perfect fit. And we appreciated the crispness from the lettuce and onions, even though there was a bit too much iceberg lettuce on our burger. Our french fries have been excellently cooked, and the reasonable amount of grill seasoning made it almost impossible to stop eating them. • The longer we kept eating, the more we were impressed by the burger and its low price. The next time you're passing by Edsbro it's definitely worth paying Maestro & Café Alice a visit for a well-deserved burger break. ━ #burger #burgerdudes #norrtälje (at Maestro & Café Alice) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoCGuebjNhR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Happy Birthday Mon Amour
Summary: Nicole receives a letter from her husband while he’s away on business.
Paring: Victor Li x Nicole
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None!
Fandom: Mr. Love Queen's Choice
Word Count: 621 words
Notes:
Happy birthday lovely! I hope your day has been just as fantastic as you are! <3 @times-muse-immemorial
Thank you for being an amazing friend and person in general! Our conversations (and rps) always make me laugh and smile. (Except the angsty ones, those hurt in the best way of course, lol) I love yoooou!
Enjoy the fluff~
My Beautiful Wife,
Today is a special day; the day you were born. A day I always look forward to. This day has become so special to me ever since you’ve come into my life. I know you aren’t one to typically make a big deal of your most important day but I am. I am making it a big deal because you are so important to me. Today is the day I get to spoil you most. (Even though I do that daily which I know you always scold me for. I’m always going to spoil you, darling so you better get used to it.)
You are the light of my life. You’ve changed me and made me a better man. I always used to think of the world as cold, dark and bitter. I held no remorse and was practically a robot as others would put it.
But then.. You showed up. Shining far brighter than the sun itself. And I will never forget the moment that I laid my eyes on you, was the moment I knew you would be my forever. That may or may not be such a cheesy thing to say but it's what you did to me.
You’ve made me such a cheesy, selfish and emotional man. I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I will always be grateful to whatever god there is out there that placed you before me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Thank you for being my wife. I know I don’t say that enough, but I truly mean it. Everyday, being able to wake up with you beside me is the best feeling I never thought I would get to experience. Thank you for seeing me for who I was, and looking past the suits. I will always be thankful for you. Even if you’re being a brat and not listening to me, I know you love me. Thank you for being with me through all my ups and downs. You’re my biggest supporter, just as I am yours.
And I am so proud of how far you’ve come. You’ve grown into such an independent and strong young woman. And I am so glad I get to stand by your side and see you grow. I will always be there to support you when you need me.
You’re the only woman I want and need in this lifetime, and no matter what universe we are in, we were always destined to meet. I love you, Mon Chéri. I love you so very much. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate your special day. I promise to make up for it when I return. Be prepared to be spoiled. ♥️
Love, Your Beloved Husband,
Victor.
P.S: Go check our bedroom, I have a little gift for you waiting there.
Nicole shook her head, a soft yet fond smile on her face after reading the lovely letter from her husband. However, she grew confused when she saw the little P.S message at the bottom of the letter. She set the piece of paper down on the table as she made her way upstairs to their bedroom.
Upon getting there, she opened the door, not expecting the familiar figure she was hoping to see in the next few days standing there right before her, holding a large bouquet of a few of her favorite flowers; cherry blossoms and roses in one hand, while the other held her gift.
He smiled upon seeing her, his eyes speaking volumes of the love he had for her and her alone. His voice filled with tenderness as he whispered these simple words to her:
“Happy Birthday, Mon Amour.”
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15 November 2023 Metrics
Previous Word Count: 61,734
New Words: 621
Total words for the first draft: 62,355
NaNo 2023 Cumulative Word Count: 15,139
What I Accomplished in the Narrative Today: Skipped a scene with Peg that would be nothing but active introspection on her part since I’m kind of introspected out of by today and started David, Raven, and Ferris conference scene instead.
Fave line: “We only have an hour before he has to go and we need to know what the hell happened last night, so get your bony ass out of my bed already!”
What Else I Accomplished Today: Started off with a bit of introspection this morning in the lastEUfans Slack. I had made an observation last night that has been lingering in my mind that I was doing good reaching my daily word count goal of 600, but less well hitting the 1667 NaNo daily word goal and went to bed. Which got me honest push back that the NaNo’s word goal “is intense by design. I’m not sure how people do it while still doing life at all.” (I honestly think they dump the life aspects on partners or other family members or roommates or they are much better at the word vomit than I am.) That push back triggered some unpacking for me, which is going here so I will do math in December to smack my expectations with evidence.
I’ve had 600 words as a daily goal for years because I’m equally confident that I can write that in an hour and if I don’t, it’s not because of other things getting in the way, the only reason that I can fail at such an easy attainable goal that only takes an hour is because I am lazy and undisciplined, and will never be a published author because I am lazy and undisciplined.
This is not new territory. The writing blog I started back in 2004 is titled Discipline Under Fire, because OBVIOUSLY my willpower and dedication and discipline to stick to my desires was sorely lacking and needed a bit of public accountability.
I like to think I have mellowed out on myself in the nearly twenty years since that. Reading Laziness Does Not Exist by Devon Price Ph.D. helped but I think I may have to have it handy for a reread in December when I confront myself with math evidence with all the word count tracking spreadsheets I keep. Because I honestly typed: “Most days I can move through (meaning writing and being happy with the words I achieved) without waking up that brain weasel (having my jerkbrain scream abuse at myself because I’m a failure that so clearly deserve abuse);” the utter honesty at 4:30 a.m. when I should be getting dressed. The brain weasel is sleeping. It is not dead, it hasn’t moved out, it’s just having a nap to get ready to tear into me again.
Back on why I need math evidence topic. The weasel is sleeping but my unrealistic expectation that I can obviously write 600 words in an hour is getting the equivalent of a finger flick to the forehead because I am putting in a rough average of at least two hours a day to just Strix: Forget the Sun and its metrics for NaNo but not getting much higher than 600 words a day. What I can actually write in an hour and plans to strengthen that muscle has to wait until December when I have time to pull out spreadsheets and crunch.
But I honestly have more unpacking to do on this whole thing because I have buried that it was a thing. At this point of my day, it’s becoming a procrastination tactic to avoid the fiction writing. Don’t worry, these words get counted toward my NaNo goals too. I should’ve made a category for that but forgot to back on November 1st, but they go on the spreadsheet and get counted under the Cumulative NaNo total.
Where I am leaving this whole messy thing right now: this is Day 15 and I haven’t tossed Strix: Forget the Sun aside as unwritable for another year has made this NaNo a success. I have already made more words this year than I made in NaNo 2019 (3780 words) or in Camp NaNo 2021 (13,317 words).
What I'm looking forward to: I have a massage tomorrow. And then my weekend plus a vacation with Thanksgiving.
What I'm not looking forward to: Travel with my parents to see my sister for Thanksgiving. Very, very unsure how it’s going to go.
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Have a rest (you deserve it)
by Sundazed_Boy
My own AU
What if they leave before it's too late?
Tommy is tired of dealing with war, he sees Wilbur spiraling and decides to leave and take his family and friends
Words: 621, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Dream SMP
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Sleepy Bois Inc. (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF)
Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Ranboo & Sleepy Bois Inc. & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF)
Additional Tags: Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, keep that stuff outta here you weirdos, Cottagecore TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), They/Them Pronouns for TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Toby Smith | Tubbo, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Tommy uses he/him for a while then realizes they like they/them better :), Nonbinary TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Author is a TommyInnit Apologist (Video Blogging RPF), Eating Disorders, well mentions of it, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Author is a Wilbur Soot Apologist, Out of Character
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Today is 6.21.20
Last shout out to Experiment 621. ANOTHER underused obscure oneshot Disney character that probably isnt ‘canon’ because hes ‘just from a video game'
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#5
Trifix Nicknames (Roast)
Courtesy of Joseph at Enneagrammer.
This helps us identify each trifix as an archetypal energy. For example, 126 and 621 are quite different, but they have some important elements in common. Some of these names will catch on, some won’t. I hope that the ones that work the best will become part of the canon and the ones that don’t will be replaced by something more fitting.
369 The Bermuda Triangle: Getting “lost,” identity crisis, triple attachment, the triangle shape within the enneagram
125 The Know-It-All: These are the three fixes that “know better/more” than you do, and they’re happy to tell you that
135 The Robot: Triple competency, lacking in warmth and humanness
145 The Inflexible: These are the three fixes that are the least flexible or malleable
126 The Mom: Naturally “helicopter parents” of any situation, triple superego
136 The Worker: The three fixes that want to get things done, keep in motion
146 The Critic: The three fixes that want to judge you
127 The Priest: hyper positive but with an intense moral grounding, inspirational, visionary
137 The Startup: architecturally creative and enthusiastic, the ability to keep trying after failure
147 The Lunatic: triple frustration, a combination of opposing energies, unsettling
258 The Monk: triple rejection, offerings
268 The Superhero Rebel: fighting for the underdog, tough love
278 The Venusian Brat: a sense of deserving to be pampered but with a Venusian air, a loud-mouth Goddess
259 The Psychotherapist: the analytical humanist
269 Stockholm Syndrome: perhaps a harsh characterization, but defining the sense of triple “niceness” that comes with this combination
279 The Rainbow: triple positive, sunshine
358 The Serial Killer: also a harsh characterization, but defining the sense of this combo having no natural sense of warm humanness, similar to 135, but with a martian (of the planet Mars) impetus, like a robotic Ares
368 The Warrior: a natural warrior attitude, reactive and tough without the self-deprecation of 468
378 The Comet: fast, motion and action oriented, shooting for the stars, can’t stop moving
359 The Coder: 3-5 robot with added 9 broad thinking
379 The Sex: BHE has called this trifix the DJ which I love, but I tend to think The Sex somehow hits it more on the head; the three fixes that are exhibitionistic; natural sex appeal; the sense that clothes could come off at any second and it’s not a big deal; bodies are “fun”
458 The Demon: internal havoc, non-corporeal evil, possession, the three darkest fixes
468 The Grenade: all you need to do is pull the pin and this trifix explodes
478 The Uranus: the Uranian principles of revolution, change, breaking things down and starting new, the three brat fixes
459 The Ghost: Triple withdrawn; a combination of fixes that are double attachment, double rejection, and double frustration (double, as in issue with both the nurture and protective objects); this tritype exists ephemerally
469 The Charlie Brown: If I’m being more honest, I’d call this trifix The Trash Bin, because at some point they will tell you how much they think they’re trash, but I won’t because they aren’t. But I will call it the Charlie Brown because they tend towards complaining, self-deprecation, but with some surprising depth of character. BHE’s The Whiny Tears is also apt
479 The Palm Reader: BHE’s Huh? is a great name, but some people are starting to label any person who’s a bit flighty as Huh which is inaccurate. I think Palm Reader touches on the key elements of this combo: esoteric, unconcerned with social judgement of how esoteric they are, artistic, creative, but possibly delusional.
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Dominant Function Mantras
Se/ESP: “Life isn’t meant to be lived on the sidelines.”
Si/ISJ: “Certain aspects of reality will always be true and dependable.”
Ne/ENP: “But have you considered this alternate perspective?”
Ni/INJ: “There is no outcome but the one I foresee.”
Te/ETJ: “The service one can provide determines one’s objective worth.”
Ti/ITP: “Once you understand my definition of __, you will understand my point.”
Fe/EFJ: “We must do our part for the greater good of all.”
Fi/IFP: “I must not conform to the world; it must conform to me.”
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Can you do the MBTI types as TV shows that best represent them?
ENTP - Stranger Things
INTP - Fringe
ENFP - LOST
INFP - WandaVision
ENTJ - Damages
INTJ - Westworld
ENFJ - Battlestar Galactica
INFJ - Hannibal
ESTP - MacGyver
ISTP - 24
ESFP - The Vampire Diaries
ISFP - Teen Wolf
ESTJ - Law & Order
ISTJ - The Mandalorian
ESFJ - Lark Rise to Candleford
ISFJ - Downton Abbey
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Could you give an example of each type overestimating their own tert function?
ETP - assuming they can talk and charm their way out of everything, finding out some people don’t forgive them that easily
EFP - assuming they can organize a project efficiently, finding out they either did not take in all the variables necessary or did way too much unnecessary planning
ENJ - assuming they are good at choosing the right opportunity to leap on, finding out when it crashes and burns that they are just ‘impulsive’ at times
ESJ - assuming they are right in their assumption about the reality of something, finding out later they were dead wrong or operating off the wrong information
INP - assuming they are good with details and memorization, finding out that they aren’t and/or are get stuck in a thinking rut that never moves forward
ISP - assuming they are good at intuitively knowing what is going to happen, finding out they are often wrong and/or fatalistic in their predictions
IFJ - assuming they are good at analyzing, finding out they are just reinforcing their own views by looking at information that supports it, not disproves it
ITJ - assuming they have a solid grasp on their own beliefs and morals, finding out too late that thing bothered them way more than they thought
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functions in short:
Fe: sacrificing for group harmony trumps trusting their own heart’s desires.
Fi: trusting one’s own heart’s desires trumps sacrificing for group harmony.
Te: outward evidence trumps inward rules of consistency.
Ti: inward rules of consistency trumps outward evidence.
Ne: multiple possibilities trumps a singular symbolic viewpoint.
Ni: a singular symbolic viewpoint trumps multiple possibilities.
Se: the here and now outweighs the sacred methods.
Si: sacred methods (reliability) trumps the here and now
Ni/Se axis: reaches direct, singular conclusions.
Si/Ne axis: always leaves room for multiple possibilities.
Fi/Te axis: belief in individuality combined with external evidence.
Ti/Fe axis: internal logical rules supported by shared human values.
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hii i don’t know if your requests are still open but if they are can i request 5 and 64 with alex turcotte??
5. “Let me bandage you up.” + 64. “I’ll hurt whoever did this to you.”
word count: 621
a/n: I actually got this request after I said my requests were closed but I just felt like I had to write this one so that's what I did! warning!! in this blurb the reader is having a very hard time at school (bullying) and I don't try to make light of the situation in any way with this blurb. I've been through similar things in life and know how it feels. If anyone of you experienced any type of bullying, I'm here for you, my messages are always open! Don't hesitate to reach out, you are loved!
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I sigh when I look at myself in the mirror and realize I can’t go home in the streets of LA like this. My left knee and elbow looks messed up but I guess that’s what happens when you scrape them against the hard ground.
Embarrassed as never before I decided to give Alex a call and ask if there’s any chance he can come pick me up. I can’t call any of my friends since they don’t know about this and will probably ask me a thousand questions and there’s no way I will call mom.
“Hello?”
“Alex, are you busy?” I say as I try to stop my eyes from watering.
“Quinton is here but we were just chatting, what’s up? Is everything alright?”
I can't stop the tears from falling anymore. I try to be as quiet as possible even though I’m sure I failed. I take a deep breath as I try to calm down. Most of my school days are bad but I can’t remember a day as horrible as this one.
“Baby, talk to me. Are you okay?”
“Can you come pick me up, please?” I say, just to avoid all the possible questions he could ask for a minute.
“Of course baby. I’ll be there in ten minutes, alright?”
“I love you Alex.”
“I love you too y/n, I’ll see you soon.” He says before he hangs up.
I honestly don’t think ten minutes have passed when I see Alex's car pull up at the school's parking lot. Thank God he went here without Quinton, I think when I notice Alex is alone in the car.
I don’t even get the chance to make up a story about what happened before Alex is standing in front of me. At first he doesn't say anything. He just holds me in his arms and that’s when I realize I’ve never felt as safe as this.
“I’ll hurt whoever did this to you.” Alex says when we’re sitting in the car on our way home.
“I fell Alex.”
“Oh come on y/n, don’t give me that. I know there’s people treating you badly at school. I’ve heard you cry in the bathroom after school multiple times. I’ve seen bruises on your body baby. Please, you know you can talk to me.”
“Can we just get home first?”
“Yeah of course baby. Take your time.”
Before I know it, I’m sitting beside Alex on the couch at home. The room is quiet, too quiet. I don’t like this silence knowing that I’m the person who needs to break it. I feel the tears in my eyes form and this time I don’t try to stop them, I let them fall.
“Shh it’s okay baby. I’m here.”
I don’t know for how long I was laying there crying in Alex’s arms. All I know is that at some point I stopped crying and everything felt a little bit better for the moment.
“You don’t have to talk to me about it right now if you don’t feel comfortable doing that but you have to talk to someone at school. This can’t keep happening to you.”
“If I talk to the school, will you come with me?”
“Of course baby, you know that.”
I give him a slight smile as I try to remember what I ever did in life to deserve someone like Alex. He always knows how to make my bad days better.
“I’ve got an idea. Let me bandage you up and then we can order takeout and have a movie night, how does that sound?”
“I love you, thank you for being here.”
“Always y/n.” He says placing a kiss on my lips.
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A Court of Silver Flames... favorite quotes and where to find them
and of course, the credit for these works of art go to my favorite author of all time... the amazing, talented Sarah J. Maas.
- "Let her dig her own grave, boy. Then offer her a hand." "I thought that's what this past year has been," he'd countered. "Keep reaching out your hand." (Amren & Cassian, page 82)
- "The feared general, felled by seasonal allergies." (Rhys, page 162)
- "Whatever you need to throw at me, I can take it. I won't break." (Cassian, page 214)
- "I cannot survive without reading." (Nesta, page 302)
- "Never again. Never again would she be weak. Never again would she be at someone's mercy. Never again would she fail. Never again, never again, never again." (Nesta, page 402)
- "Stop being such a busybody, Cursebreaker." (Cassian to Feyre, page 428)
- "This is a bad idea." Cassian winked. "That should be written on the Night Court crest." (Rhys & Cassian, page 448)
- "I am going to tell you that you will get through it. That you will face this, and you will get through it. That these tears are good, Nesta. These tears mean you care. I am going to tell you that it is not too late, not for any of it. And I can't tell you when, or how, but it will get better. What you feel, this guilt and pain and self-loathing- you will get through it. But only if you are willing to fight. Only if you are willing to face it, and embrace it, and walk through it, to emerge on the other side of it. And maybe you will still feel that tinge of pain, but there is another side. A better side.” (Cassian, page 505)
- "But I still don't know how to fix myself." "There's nothing broken to be fixed." (Nesta & Cassian, page 506)
- "She had not failed. She had faced it and survived. She might not have saved the world or led armies, but she had made this small, initial step." (Nesta, page 575)
- "For it was music between their souls. Always had been. And his voice was her favorite melody." (Nesta, page 610)
- "I wish for us to have the courage to go out into the world when we are ready, but to always be able to find our way back to each other. No matter what.” (Nesta, page 619)
- "I am the rock against which the surf crashes." Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. "Nothing can break me." (Gwyn, page 621)
- "See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger." (Gwyn, page 624)
- "The world was beautiful, and she was so grateful to be in it. To be alive, to be here, to see this. She stuck out a hand over the railing, grazing a star as it shot past, and her fingers came away glowing with blue and green dust. She laughed, a sound of pure joy, and she cried more, because that joy was a miracle." (Nesta, page 631)
- "That's the key, isn't it? To know the darkness will always remain, but how you choose to face it, handle it... that's the important part. To not let it consume. To focus upon the good, the things that fill you with wonder." She gestured to the stars zooming past. "The struggle with that darkness is worth it, just to see such things." (Amren to Nesta, page 633)
- "But if she did fall... he'd be waiting for her at the top again. Hand outstretched. She didn't deserve it, but she'd endeavor to be worthy of him." (Nesta, page 645)
- "I want to take the road that no one dares travel, and I want to travel it with you two. No matter what may befall us. Not as Illyrians, not for their titles but as something new . To prove to them, to everyone, that something new and different might triumph over their rules and restrictions.” (Gwyn, page 693)
- "I have been broken once before," Gwyn said, her voice clear. "I survived it. And I will not be broken again - not even by this mountain." (Gwyn, page 694)
- "She would not fail her friends. She had no room for fear in her heart. Only calm. Determination. And love." (Nesta, 708)
#sarah j. maas#acosf#books#book worm#nesta archeron#cassian#azriel x gwyn#rhysand#rhys x feyre#nesta x cassian#feyre cursebreaker#sjm books#acotar series#acotar fandom#shadowsinger#a court of silver flames#nessian#archeron sisters#night court
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〉renjun x fem!reader
〉word count 621
〉warnings mentions of smoking, bruises, just like,,, bad boy!renjun shit
〉for @fruityutas <3, this is more of a concept than a story but i hope you enjoy <3
Renjun, the good neighbourhood kid. Riding his bike in the sun, skipping rocks on the river, drinking pop outside the store. Your parents liked him. He was friendly and nice. A good example of a young man according to your father. So they were more than pleased to hear that once high school started, you began getting closer. What they didn’t know was how highschool changed Renjun.
The sun turned to the moon as he rode down the empty streets, throwing glass bottles against the road and smoking in a parking lot. He let his friends pierce his ears and pressure him into jumping off bridges into unknown water.
And another thing you kept secret was how much you loved this version of him. The ripped jeans and beanies, hooded eyes and sliver ears, bruised knuckles and bitter kisses. He was addictive. And no matter how much your friends warned you of him, he would never hurt you.
“I don’t think I can get out” You whisper down the phone, not wanting to wake your parents in the early hours of the morning.
“What? You came the other night just fine!” He was standing across the road from your house, you could barely see him under the dull streetlight but the reflective strips on his bike made him seen.
“I almost got caught then as well” You bite down on your lip, contemplating the consequences of attempting to sneak out again. “What do I do?”
“Just give it a try baby” He coos down the phone making your heart flutter. “I promise if anything happens I’ll talk your parents out of it, ok?”
“Promise?”
“Promise” You stay on the phone with him as you slip on your shoes and flick off the light in your bedroom. When he sees your window go dark, he knows you’re coming to meet him. “Atta girl”
The door seems impossibly loud as you creak it shut, but when you make it to the end of the driveway, you know you’re safe. Dashing into his arms with a squeal, your safe place. “Hey baby” He pulls away and places a kiss on your head.
“Hi” You smile brightly at him, his heart-melting. What did he do to deserve a good girl like you? Your pinkys loosely connected as he walks you across the road to where his bike rests against the street light. He climbs on first, taking his place on the seat before patting the handle bars. You had done this before but it was just as scary as before.
“Come on darling” His hand snakes around your waist, pushing you forward and you comply, resting on the uncomfortable metal bar and leaning back into his chest. “You good?”
You nod, hoping that its enough of an answer as he begins to peddle down the street. He would never go at a pace at which you were scared, never wanting to hurt you or scare you away from him. He knew he was already on thin ice, he knew what your friends thought about him and what his reputation was like. But you looked past his hard exterior and still chose to love him and spend time with him. You kissed his bruises better and stayed by him despite his clothes being stained with smoke. No matter how much he fell down, grades dropping and mind getting destroyed. You were there to pick up his pieces. Something he was beyond grateful for. He knew he had to be careful with you, in case he fucked up, in case he broke you and things got worse. But for now, he was happy having you laugh into the night as he pushed you around on his bike.
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This is a humble request to anyone reading this, please share this as much as you can. And if you know someone suffering through any kind of mental problem, or emotional crisis, or suicidal thoughts, please let them know that you love them and care for them. And if you're the one, this is for you.....
Dear anyone who is going through hard times,
I know how it feels, I've been through it. I know it's hard for you to explain your pain. Whenever you build up courage and decide to tell your family and friends, you stop... knowing that it won't help, rather will complicate your relations and you'll end up hurting them.
I know how it feels to be completely dominated by those demons inside your head who tell you bad about yourself, that you don't deserve anything you have, that you're not worth it, that no one cares for you, that your presence doesn't matter.
I know whenever someone asks how you are, you think that they don't really care, they're just asking for "formality".
I know that when you're alone, you overthink, you cry, you try to hurt yourself.
You go into bathroom, lock it from inside, and fall on the floor crying, rivers of pain flow from your eyes. Then you wash your face come out smiling in front of everyone like nothing happened, I know. But I can see the pain in your eyes, I can see that you cried all night; but you're talking usually like nothing happened? When I ask you, you say that you're "a little tired because you woke up early"? How strong you are??
All I wanted to tell you that I'm with you, you can call me at midnight or whenever but please don't keep it to yourself, I request you, please. Please let me know whenever you need me, I'll be there no matter the situations. Just tell me, I'll come running, I'll do whatever I can.
And trust me, nothing is permanent, not even your pain. It takes time but you'll heal, you'll be fine again. A day will come when you'll shine again. That day when you'll look back at now, you'll smile, feeling proud. And trust me, you'll be stronger than ever, braver than ever. You'll be kinder because you'll be able to understand people more, you will be able to help others suffering through same. You will be the better version of yourself. That day I'll say, "I'm proud of you". But till that day, you have to stay strong and believe in yourself.
And always remember that suicide is not the answer. The world would never be the same without you. You matter.
Love, Your friend who's dying to help
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Saying the Truth every day unless I forget: Day 621
Crawford Tillinghast deserves better.
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Damien - Looping
A simple routine. One day played over and over. An observant man is oblivious and plays the part.
A small piece about Damien and how his fragmented life isn’t one worth living while in the woods.
Word count: 621
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It was a day that looped, and yet continued on. But Damien didn’t seem to notice.
As long as he and Celine have been in this forest, he was unaware of the fact that they aren’t fully living day to day. Has he even woken in the middle of the night? Does he remember ever seeing Celine returning home? When was the last time he ate? Washed himself? Shaved? The formal, neat look he strove for as mayor was long gone and he never complained once.
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“You should grow a beard! You’ve got a great starting point!” An associate said once while in the break room. The young mayor laughed and scratched his cheek, as though subtly highlighting the stubble.
“I couldn’t possibly. I tried growing it out in university, but it irritated my skin. This is as much as I can handle without being troubled by it. In fact, I’d prefer to be cleanly shaven, but I have noticed no one takes me seriously.” The curse of a youthful face in such a professional setting. “I daresay I would be taken seriously with a beard either!”
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Yet here he was, a beard and long hair well established. But for some reason, it didn’t matter. It was almost like hair was a thing that existed and nothing more. There were more pressing matters at hand.
They couldn’t freeze to death. That was his job. He should be the responsible one and go hunting as well, but being a pacifist and a gentle soul would make an attempt to hunt impossible. He would be overwhelmed with guilt. Yet Celine could take it in her stride.
So he would tend to the fire. He would make sure the wood was chopped, free of insects or fungus, and prepared. Extra pieces would stay beside the fireplace to ensure they dried off and would give maximum potential for burning in the future.
Sometimes, Damien wouldn’t remember the walk to the tree he was preparing to chop. He had to have done it - his axe and the sled were with him as usual so it wasn’t a case of sleepwalking - but it was almost like the time between waking up and travelling were a blur. It was dismissed as a consequence of routine.
“I’ll take a different path tomorrow,” he murmured while taking in his surroundings and preparing to get to work. “I’ll make sure I remember coming here.”
He always knew the way home, like he was a homing pigeon. Yet the chance to change his morning routine never appeared. By the time he would remember, he was preparing to chop down a tree. But routine was a killer like that. Sometimes, he’d forget what he and Celine spoke about when he returned. He would be unaware of how he and Celine had the same conversation over and over again in her attempt to keep him safe.
One day played out the exact same, yet it was never a full day. He had to be kept busy, but not too busy. Damien was in the perfect spot of lucid dreaming. If he had too much time to stall, he would begin to think beyond the immediate, see the flaws, and begin to wake up.
Until a better solution could be found, Damien would have to loop one day consecutively. Once, ten times, a hundred times... However many countless attempts it would take to be sure he was safe. He would not survive alone, and he did not deserve to be punished for something he had no involvement with.
“I’ll take a different path tomorrow. I’ll make sure I remember coming here.” The axe is lifted.
He has to get to work.
#writersofmark#who killed markiplier#mayor damien#I find the context of Damien so interesting. There are so many flaws to their routine that would be noticed if he had a chance#the one time he questions it with Celine; he's shot down and distracted before he can dwell on it more; and so he forgets#Blue Soul (Damien)
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