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your-highnessmarvel · 5 months

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Repairs

Requested by @talesofreading : Would you write something where you're a close friend of Steve and one time as your Bike needs some repair, he tells you to bring it to Bucky as he's good in fixing it. You're hesitant first as you have a bad crush on him but you decide to do it. So when you get there he's wearing a muscle Shirt, is all dirty and Looks pretty hot with his metal arm. So after you watch him fix your bike you can't resist the way he also Looks at you, so it happens that you end up in his shower together with some passionate smut. Later then he asks you for a proper date? 🤭

AN: omg this was sooooo good to write omg

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, piv, oral (f receiving), fingering, language

*gif not mine

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"Yep, totally busted," Steve said, looking back up at you from where he knelt next to your smoking bike.

You put a hand to your sweaty forehead. Both of you had been at this for the better part of the afternoon, trying to figure out what was wrong with your motorcycle. Steve was in his white wifebeater, stained black from oil and grim, nails coated in dirt. He'd sweated right through his shirt and even his jeans were full of mud and dirt.

You'd sweated your fair share as well, competing with dirt under your nails and sweat right into your hairline. you didn't look any better, but you didn't care; this was your best friend, after all, and you had no reason to try to impress him.

"You know what?" Steve said, putting his tools back into his box. "You should go see Bucky."

You immediately rolled your eyes.

"He's good with bikes, y/n," he commended, seeing the way you shook your head.

"Is this another ploy to set me up with your grumpy best friend?" you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest.

Steve got to his feet, dirt-stained hands going right into his pockets. "I mean it, y/n," he said, almost scolded. "I'm not as savvy with bikes as he is. He'd do it if you said I sent you."

"Then come with me!" you said. "Every time I'm alone with him, there's this awkward silence and all he does is grunt as a response."

Steve smiled. "I wish I could come, but I've got a date," he answered.

"Yeah, right," you grumbled. You watched him carefully, your best friend and mentor, and something along the edges of his eyes was curious.

He was shy.

"Who is she?" you asked.

He shrugged. "A girl that I saw at the library." He cut that off pretty short, picking up his tools, his towel, and throwing the keys back at you. "Now, get to Bucky's before it's nightfall."

Bucky lived way out of the city, into the utopian suburbs. You found it funny that this was the life that Bucky chose. After everything you'd heard from him, you'd pictured him in a dingy, half-lit, half-crumbling one-bedroom in Manhattan. Not in the outskirts of the city.

Thank God your car could pull a trailer, or else you'd have had to ask Bucky to meet you at your place, and that just wasn't happening. The thousand-year-old soviet asset was known to be a judger of literally everything.

You pulled into Bucky's parking space, the garage to his tiny little house open, like a black mouth ready to swallow you in. By this time, it was nearing four in the afternoon, and the sun was searing, hot and humid, and with just a foot out of your car, you were already sweating.

You closed the door loudly, maybe trying to announce your presence so you didn't have to knock on the door.

"Hey." It was Bucky, coming out of the shadows of his garage. It took you a second to get the hinges in your jaw to work because, damn.

You'd always thought of Bucky as a man who passed as good looking. Well, when you met him, he was still in heavy therapy and on government surveillance. He still had long, matted brown hair and a face dragged down by sorrow.

But now. Now he'd taken to cleanly shave his hair, leaving a few inches of thick, curling locks on top of his hair, not totally covering his ears. And even though he was slimmer than the last time you'd seen him - he hadn't been working out as much - he still looked... better. Real better.

"Hey," you said, awkwardly waving at him. He was carrying a white rag, cleaning his hands from oil or dirt or whatever else he'd been doing. "Steve said I could come to you if I had problems with my bike?"

He pursed his lips. He came closer, out of the shadows and into the mid-afternoon sun, and you got a good glimpse at him. Golden skin, scars matting his hand, his knuckles. He was wearing a muscle shirt, the kind that was maybe a bit too small for him, molding to his muscles, straining across his metal bicep.

You'd never really seen the arm before. Only flickers of his hands or fingers, but never the entire machine.

You licked your lips, something squeezing in your lower belly.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked.

you shrugged. "Dunno."

He glazed his eyes, rolled them. "Alright, take it down and bring it into the garage."

With a tiny sigh of resentment - he wasn't helping you - you unlatched the ties of your bike and rolled it into the garage. it was darker, a little cooler, inside. As you settled your bike in the dead center of the room, Bucky brought two stools, effortlessly carrying them around.

He sat on his and motioned with a wrench for you to sit beside him. Even though you'd sweated all day in your black t-shirt, and God knows whatever he'd down today, there was something terrific about sitting this close to Bucky.

His tanned fingers worked to open up the bike, his metal hand working the wrench.

"Ah," he said, poking around the engine. "I see what's wrong."

"Is it fixable?" you asked.

He chuckled. "Don't worry, darling," he whispered.

You swallowed the heat climbing up your throat, watching him get to work in silence. Unlike Steve, Bucky didn't tell you what he was doing or why; he just did it.

It took longer than expected. And the more he worked, straining against your bike, the sweatier he got, the more figetting you did.

His flesh arm was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His hand was veined, strained against the metal piece he was holding aside. His fingers were dirty with grime and dust. Even that God damned muscle shirt was stained with dirt and sweat and grime.

By the time he was done, a light sheet of rain was coating the ground outside. It was pitter-pattering against the cement, a slow drone of rain against the tin roof. Almost comforting.

"You can't take your bike out in the rain," he said, putting everything back in its place, stowing his tools and his rags.

You gulped. "Yeah, I'm sure the rain will let off soon." You dragged your sweaty palms onto your jeans nervously. It caught Bucky's eye.

He stood, dragging your eyes up to his figure. He was so tall, so wide at the shoulders, sweating in his shirt, hair a mess.

"I've got beer inside," he said, throwing the rag in the corner of the garage, placing his tools on his self-made wooden desk. Then he turned to you and gestured to the front door. "Come on."

You followed him out into the rain, walking quickly up the steps and into his home, which smelled of him, something woodsy, and air freshener.

You were humid, rain dotting your skin as you took off your sneakers and followed him into the kitchen. The air conditioning was making you cold.

his home was cozy but so boyish. No decorations but a huge TV. A grey couch with not pillows or blankets. Empty liquor bottles as props over the refrigerator, which droned on and on. There was only one magnet on his fridge, and it read "I love NY!" Which was ironic because Bucky didn't love anything.

"Here," he said, offering you an ice cold beer, but it did nothing to warm you up. You leaned back against his kitchen counter, sipping on your beer, watching him poke around the inside of his fridge. The yellow light cast on his face like a glow, and he hummed when he found what he wanted.

By the time he took out the rolled up cheese, he saw you shivering by the sink.

"I'm sorry," you said, settling the beer down. "I'm just a bit cold from the rain."

He hummed, slamming the cheese rolls on the kitchen table.

"We ought to warm you up," he said, diving back into the fridge to get a beer, which he opened and took a five good gulps before he wiped his wet mouth.

"Yeah," you chuckled, pressing your hands against your arms, searching for heat.

The super soldier, immune to any heat or cold or anything really, stood before you with his sticky muscle shirt molding to every nook in his muscles. His arms, his chest, down to his abs. Water had made it almost see-through, and you felt like a perv watching as he breathed, watching his muscles contract beneath the fabric.

"You should take a shower, y/n," he said, tone low.

You startled, eyes dragging from his abs to his face in a split second. Did you smell? Was that why he'd said that?

"You're shivering, poor thing," he said, clucking his tongue, taking another wild swing of his beer. And you noticed that he was eyeing you took, at your jeans sticking to your thighs, your hips. At your wet shirt glueing to the curve of your waist and breasts.

He set his beer down and offered his hand. "Come."

On some instinct you'd never registered before, you took his hand, flesh fingers warm and calloused.

He led you into a small bathroom with no windows. where various male paraphernalia was strewn across the sink. He pulled the shower curtian back and started the shower and you just stood there like a fish out of water; mouth slightly agape, your hand still loosely holding on to his.

"Bucky?"

He hummed.

"I don't get it," you said.

He returned his gaze to yours, satisfied with the steam rising from the shower. He gave you a small, tight smile. "Get undressed," he said, gesturing his chin at you, dropping your hand.

You stood there like a statue, examining him; from the hard jawline, the seriousness in his eyes, the way his skin pulled back when he moved his mouth.

Then, harder this time, "Get undressed or freeze, sweetheart."

The nickname, the pet name, sent a wave of fresh heat right into your face.

He watched, then slowly, he smiled. Like a rpedator trying to win its prey without having to sink teeth into flesh.

He took a tiny step towards you, watching your breath hitch, and he slid metal fingers under your shirt, pulling it up until it came right off your head. Your hair flopped back down over your shoulders, covering your bra.

He bit his lip. You watched, entranced as he moved to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs. He was agile because he took your panties off with it.

He came back to his full towering height, and he brushed your hair behidn your shoulders, exposing your chest, your full flesh to him.

He snaked an arm around your waist, and you gulped, the feel of his hands, burning metal fingers, was like a lightning bolt had erupted under your skin.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, close to your ear, his breath in your hair. "So fucking gorgeous." He slid his metal hand up and then your bra was sliding off your arms.

"Let me touch you, y/n," he whispered in your ear. You gulped, nodded. "Use your words, sweetheart," and his voice was rugged, wretched, as both his hands slid careful fingertips up on your ribcage.

"Yes, Bucky," you whispered.

He huffed against you. And then his metal hand engulfed your breast, knead it the way he wanted, and his lips found your neck. You whimpered, taken by surprise by his sudden act of devotion. His tender fingers pulling your nipple, drumming against your ribs, lips leaving a wet trail of kisses up your jugular.

When he kissed you, his mouth was warm and wet, and he molded his lips to yours carefully, like he didn't want to scare you off.

You kissed him back just as carefully, confused and distraught, unaware that for years, Bucky had been yearning for this opportunity. For this moment where he finally had you alone.

Quickly, the kiss became rougher. Your hands pulled at the soft, thick strands of his hair and he pulled you aainst his with his metal arm around your waist. He nipped at you, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, groaning as his flesh finger felt you.

He skimmed along your navel, until he could cup you in his palm. You squeaked, taken by surprise. "Easy there, princess," he whispered against your mouth. "Just wanna make you feel good."

He dove right back for a kiss, delving his tongue behidn your teeth while his fingers started working circles around your clit.

You had realized how riled up he'd gotten you, like a hardwire ready to snap.

You bent like a bow in his arms, moaning against his mouth as his fingers continued to circle your clit in slow, languid circles. And when he prodded farther, where you most ached for him, he moaned against your mouth when he felt just how soaked you were.

"Fuck, y/n," he groaned, pulling his mouth from yours.

You almost whimpered at the lost of contact, but he picked you up so effortlessly, so quickly, that you hadn't registered that you were now sitting on the edge of the sink until you couldn't see him anymore. All you could see was the steam rising from the shower, clogging the bathroom, settling on your skin in dotted water drops.

And Bucky, on his knees, pulling your knees apart. His eyes, hooded and so blue, looked up at you as he kissed the inside of your thigh.

"One leg on my shoulder, baby," he ordered, his metal hand under your thigh, helped you move until you were almost straddling his face. "That's it, good girl," he groaned, biting into the plush of your thighs.

The angle sent you backward, back against the cold mirror, and one hand hanging onto the edge. Ready to plummet or fly, you couldn't tell.

His mouth teetered around your pussy, kissing along your thighs, until he settled over your clit and gave you one long swipe of his tongue.

Your head fell backwards, eyes closing, hips searching for his mouth.

"You taste so sweet," he cooed, pressing another long lick from your hole to your clit.

A strangled moan escaped your clenched teeth when he sucked on your clit, one of your hands digging into his hair and pulling him where you wanted him.

The room was filled with the filthy sound of Bucky getting his fill, lapping you up and sucking in your clit like a man starved. Both hands leaving ink-blue marks in your hips.

He worshipped your clit, flicking and sucking to a rhythm that had your thighs shaking against his face, with you pulling his hair by the roots. He sucked and fucked your hole with his tongue until a knot formed right under your belly button and exploded in white hot lightning.

As your orgasm washed through you in waves, rocking against his face, a moan hitched in your throat.

Bucky held your thighs open, refusing to let them close, and lapped up his fill.

When you were but a trembling, babbling mess, Bucky it into your thigh, kissing up your knee until he was standing between your legs. His eyes were hooded, pupils blown, mouth red and glittering, swollen from the kisses he'd lain on your clit.

"Come 'ere," he groaned, grabbing you by the back of the neck, bringing you upright on the counter. He brought his mouth to yours in a feverish, harsh kiss that left you dizzy and scrambling to keep up with him.

You pushed him away, grappling at his shirt, pulling it over his head. You gorged on the sight, on the tanned skin exposed, the scar where his metal shoulder meshed with his flesh. You touched the tips of your fingers to his metal shoulder, skimming down to his hand.

He took your mouth again, pressing you back into the mirror, hands in your hair, on your breast, skimming down back to your dripping hole.

He entered one flesh finger, pressing against your walls, so slippery and warm. He hummed, feeling your breasts against his chest as you bowed your back at the sensation.

You patted him through his pants, feeling him warm and hard against your touch. He hissed at the sensation, nipping at your mouth.

He continued to move his digit in and out of you, pressing his palm to your clit. You continued palming him, pressing against the impressive length of him until he groaned and took himself out of his pants, dropping them at his ankles and kicking them away.

Your mouth opened in a small 'o' at the sight of him, hard and thick, tip dripping precum.

"Too much for you sweetheart?" he asked, pressing his forehead to yours, thumbs on each side of your jaw.

You shook your head, gulped, saw the faint smile that crossed his face. He watched you with keen eyes as he lined himself with your soaked heat.

He pressed his thumb against your mouth, kissing you, as he slowly inched in. He watched you take it, watched as your mouth opened, brows curving upward.

"Don't give up on me baby," he whispered, nipping at your mouth, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your jaw.

He slid himself to the hilt, grabbing your hip in a bruising grip, metal hand pressed against the foggy mirror over your head.

You gasped, latching onto his shoulders for dear life as he pulled back and thrust back into you, feeling you clench and flitter around him.

You whimpered, body pressing up against the mirror with one harsh thrust from his hips.

"That feel good, huh?" he asked, boring his eyes into yours, keeping a slow, languid pace with his hips. "Tell me, y/n, that feel good when I fuck you?"

You nodded, feeling him slick, sliding into you with ease, stretching your walls and hitting that spot deep in you that made you writhe.

"Yes, Bucky," you answered, breathlessly, scratching at his flesh shoulder.

He groaned, taking your mouth with his, speeding up his thrusts, making your head catch on the mirror. You moaned against his mouth, giving up full control of your body to his, at the mercy of every thrust, every change in rhythm.

"Taking me so well," he grunted, hiding his face in your shoulder, bruising grip on your hip helping him thrust himself deeper into you. Then he pulled himself up, face hovering over yours, searching your gaze wildly. "You like it when I fucked this tight little hole?" he asked, and again, his tone was scratching the surface of something wilder.

You nodded, feeling a knot form in your belly, your thighs closing around his hips. His mouth stretched into a smile, pounding deeper and faster into you. "Yeah, you do," he said, almost mockingly, pressing a sweaty forehead to yours. "I see the way you always look at me," he grunted, kissing your mouth, humming at the moan that left your lips.

"Bucky, please," you whispered, eyes falling shut, your orgasm on the brink of breaking.

"I feel you, y/n, come on," he grunted, keeping a harsh, pounding pace until your legs shook and your orgasm broke through you in waves. "Fuck, that's so tight," he breathed, chasing his own end, pounding into your tightening hole.

A stuttered moan left your lips as you clung to Bucky, rocking into your orgasm with every thrust, feeling the wave of pleasure reach your toes. His metal hand came slamming onto the mirror beside your ear, cracking into the glass as he pounded into you, breathless and wordless until he gave you a few sloppy thrusts and he was spending himself in you.

He stayed there a few moments, breathing with you, kissing you softly until he pulled out of you. You stuttered, a breath hitched in your throat, as you felt him leaking out of you.

He met your gaze, leaning back to examine his work, and then he slowly helped you to your feet. You giggled at your loss of coordination, hearing Bucky chuckle too as he helped you into the shower.

You let the warm spray wash his seed from the inside of your thighs, soak into your hair.

"Warm enough?" he asked, chin on your shoulder.

You chuckled. "I've been warm enough for a little while."

He hummed, placing both hands along your waist. He helped you wash up, lathering your skin and hair, helping you wash out the suds.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pressing tender kisses to your shoulder. "You're quiet."

"Yes," you answered, looking over your shoulder at him. "Are you?"

He smiled, eyes low. He raised his brows. "I am now," he whispered.

When you were done with the shower and you were both drying up, Bucky tied his towel around his waist and watched you put your hair up in a towel.

"What?" you asked.

He snorted. "It isn't like me to do...this," he said, leaning against the sink. His chest was wet, glistening spots lingering down to his abs. It was enough to make you want to do this again.

You smiled but didn't answer, focused on getting your towel around your torso.

"Do you want to go out to dinner sometime?" he asked, and you looked up, met his eyes across the steamy bathroom, and smiled.

"Yeah, of course."

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sylveon-and-velveon · 3 months

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@fandomhungryuwu You son of a bitch I'm in! I love that song so much XD

Playing "Here Comes the Hurricane Bitch" around the slashers

This will include: Michael Myers {OG & RZ}, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Harry Warden, Tiffany Valentine

Feel free to request any shitpost writing prompt ideas you can think of in my asks, I love silly non-serious ideas XD

OG Michael Myers

Silently judging you

Also probably just hearing a bunch of random noises instead of the absolute banger that is this short song

Yeah my headcannon still stands on this man being a Kate Bush fan. That man would would fucking listen to her songs while killing people

Slowest middle finger you've seen someone give you while "HERE COMES THE HURRICANE BITCH" is blasting out of the speakers

RZ Michael Myers

Confused would be an understatement for him

But he'd mainly be annoyed by the loud noise blasting from the device you're playing it from

Reminds him of the shitty people from his past :<

Just turn down the music enough for you both to vibe to while eating some yummy food :D

Brahms Heelshire

Bro hears "hurricane" and one of two things happen:

1: He thinks a hurricane is nearby.

2: He's confused as fuck on what a hurricane is

Secret third option is BOTH-

Please reassure this poor man that it's just a song, until he either understands or stops freaking out TvT

Homie only knows the sound of pianos

Jason Voorhees

Nothing sexual? Damn he's fine with it, just a little uncomfy with the continuous "bitch"

Other than that he's happy to watch you enjoy the music, even if you're going full gremlin mode throughout it all

If you're happy, he's okay with it

Just don't start blasting NSFW music in his vicinity-

Billy Lenz

Wanna see a gremlin be a gremlin with you? Billy's got ya back!

Whether he understands the song or not, he will be a gremlin with you the second he sees you are now a gremlin to the music.

You are now one with his gremlin kind, you can't run now

I dunno what that means either, but it makes sense XD

Freddy Kreuger

Pure chaos, that's the song. Of course he'll love it

But the second he finds out there was indeed a hurricane called "Katrina"? Ohohoho.... ya fucking lost him

What, is he dying of laughter? Dunno, but ya lost him XD

Oh he'd totally copy how "bitch" is said in the song as an inside joke between you two

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis

Oddly enough I think they'd be their own type of gremlins to the music

Billy's killing someone to the beat of the chaotic music that's somehow a vibe

Stu's just going fucking feral to the music, enjoying his heart out

You're either watching the chaos unfold or joining in with one of them

No inbetween-

Thomas Hewitt

Oh look another judger-

Probably not judging as much as the others

If the music makes you happy, he doesn't mind

But that ain't stopping him from being confused at your taste in music being in his mind "loud and obnoxious"

Bubba Sawyer

The most confused out of all of them, change my mind

Doubt anyone's told him what a tornado is, let alone a hurricane

Also I highly doubt he's seen either in action, that be on TV or not

He'll probably vibe with you, but just a little confused on everything about the music lol

Harry Warden

My point still stands, I need GIFs of this man-

But with the music? Most traumatized

You've somehow unlocked some kind of PTSD that motherfucker had in the back of his mind

Totally not helping when you're blasting the music that literally says:

"HERE COMES THE HURRICANE BITCH-"

Tiffany Valentine

All here for it

Oh she's slaying the music with all her outfits

Probably would join in with you dancing to the music, but would take it a little more seriously lol

Is my love for her fabulous outfit choices too obvious?

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torialefay · 3 months

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As a stay, What is the type of person matching bangchan. and the one he can't be with?

Not in astrological terms, just your thoughts

I'm curious, thanks 👀

hi anon! that's a great question. one thing i want to point out before i say anything is that AT THIS POINT, i don't think chan knows what he really needs yet in a relationship. yes, he is mature and a sweet guy, but i don't think his job/life has allowed him to date around enough to know what type of person he NEEDS yet. he may think he knows what he wants, but until he has gone through a 1 or 2 longish-term relationships, i don't see him finding what he really needs. so i'm gonna write this based on who i think he will end up with!

what he needs:

• someone who is down to earth: channie grew up in aus, and from what he's said, it sounds like his family really had to make their own way there. i think he really values connections and happiness more than anything else... he wouldn't be able to be with someone who acted high-class all the time. it just wouldn't work.

• someone intelligent: chan is obviously very bright himself, so i think he could easily get bored in relationships where he wasn't being mentally stimulated. he would need someone who could both grab AND hold his attention with their wittiness. there's no doubt he finds smarts attractive.

• someone who can joke around: even though chan has to be in leader mode at times, he actually has a lot of playful boyish-ness to him. he is constantly cutting up with and teasing the members. he will need someone who he feels comfortable fucking around with- someone he feels like he can annoy and who will annoy him right back.

• someone more on the extroverted side (or an extroverted introvert): chan is a man of the people, let's be honest. he gets his worth and value from being with and helping others. he NEEDS to have a parter who will be open to going out and making connections with others as well. he would be so proud to have someone in his life as fun and friendly as he is... actually, he NEEDS it to feel like he's living as the truest version of himself.

• someone who is more laid-back: think of MBTI- he needs to find the "Perceiver" to his "Judger". chan likes to plan things, he likes to be organized, and he likes to know what's going to happen ahead... he works himself to death trying to make sure all of these things happen. if this gets taken too far for him, it can lead to a lot of anxiety. instead, he needs someone who is more along the "live and let live" mantra. he needs someone that can calm him when he needs it most.

• someone beautiful who takes good care of themselves: he's a visual person, he's said it himself. even if he doesn't say it, he likes seeing his partner get all dressed up for him. yes, they look beautiful, but it makes him feel special as well... that they'd get all dolled up and pretty for him. and like i hinted at before, he does hold a lot of "Type A" qualities, so someone who was always clean & smelling good is a must for him. for sureeee

• someone nurturing: he needs someone to look after him. point blank. he's so busy taking care of others that it can be easy for him to neglect himself. he's not had a CLOSE mother figure in his life (😢) since he was 15- baby's been doing it all on his own! i think if he was given that kind of unconditional love and attention, he would absolutely thrive

• a strong communicator: he is great at talking to people about what he WANTS to talk aboht or HAS to talk about- otherwise he's shit at bringing up the hard stuff. he needs someone who will make him feel comfortable opening up fully and teaching him that it's alright to be vulnerable.

who he cannot be with:

• someone who isn't confident: a lot of people will disagree with this one BUT i have a really strong feeling about it. although chan is learning to be more confident in himself, he still really lacks a lot. he does err towards the side of neuroticism as well (anxiety/depression/insomnia/etc), so if he is with someone who is also like this, it would end up being emotionally draining for him. he just doesn't have the tools equipped to be with someone who has the same insecurities he does. and although he does like to help people work through things, this cannot be a constant thing for him. he has to have someone sure of themselves.

• someone with a big ego: chan doesn't think of himself as someone who is better than others, no matter how much money he makes. i don't see him being with someone who thinks they are "too good" for something

• someone who is closed-off or stubborn: chan is a super open-minded person, and i don't think he'd be able to get along with a partner otherwise. he'd want someone who would give into his wildest fantasies or fun conversations about the occult, the meaning of life, etc. he needs someone who can be fluid.

• someone who isn't adventurous: chris has said it before, but he loves to travel and make new memories. he would definitely want someone to be his travel buddy when he had the chance to take off somewhere. someone who is a homebody or unwilling to try new foods and new activities i think would make him feel like he wS being dragged down

• someone who doesn't have emotional depth: chan needs someone to gage him on an emotional level. he can't do a superficial relationship- he really just can't. if someone isn't in tune to his emotions or is just so far out of whack from him, i think he will move on until he finds someone who does, or alternatively, he will learn to just hide his emotions away and settle in the unrest :(

BUT these are just my thoughts. pls let me know what you do & don't agree with and if you have any other opinions! i'd love to hear them ❤️❤️

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capnkirk17 · 5 months

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btw, im actually a lot more energetic than this, usually. at the time im writing this, though, im like. extremely tired.

(btw. im a minor, creeps buzz off)

#introduction #weezer #art #welcome to eltingville #the eltingville club #homestuck #star trek #star trek tos

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kazuyummy · 8 months

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yo question but do y'all think mbti typing has anything to do with the problems people have posting fics or how they write fic in general?

mainly, i'm referring to the potential of certain perceiving types (xxxp) to come up with a lot of ideas but lack in execution (i.e. finishing and posting fics). but do judging types (xxxj) run into similar issues, just from a different perspective? or do some of y'all get bothered by having too many wips?

personally (as an enfp), i have hella ideas but hooooorrible execution. i have snippets and pages everywhere and so many things i want to do but can't seem to follow through. doing shorter drabbles has helped but even that is a struggle.

obviously other factors come into play (free time to write, anxiety / mood, etc...) but i do wonder if there's some sort of pattern with perceivers vs. judgers?

let me know your type & what you think! 💕

and of course, my little disclaimer... if you don't believe in mbti and such for whatever reason, i respect that. i'm always conscious of it not being used as an "excuse" for certain negative behaviours (and in this case, not posting fic is NOT a negative behaviour since you owe it to no one to be posting... unless they paid ig lol) but all this is to basically say... i'm ok if you respond w your fic struggles if you don't believe in mbti but i'm not here to discuss the merits of the system atm lol. tysm in advance 😅

#⚡️-ani-rambles #discuss!#typical ani - disclaimer almost longer than the post lol #i'll get better at not like... apologizing like that LOL #mbti #fic writing

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savannahsdeath · 6 months

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Hello! I’m new on tumblr and learning how to write on here. Do you by chance have any tips? :)

omg so lets start with layout... like you dont have to start with it but !! hear me out !! when i see a creator with a not basic layout (basically just with a done masterlist n all) they have like +10 points .. im not a judger but yk how it is, first impression is the most important, so if someone enters your profile and sees a pretty pfp theres a higher chance theyll give you a follow. and now about fics.. always give warnings!! even if it spoils the story or something, you dont want to make someone uncomfortable, do you?? exactly, so its important to give accurate warnings. and thats honestly it because people on here are really nice !! as long as youre not problematic you shouldnt get any much hate. length isnt important. and dont be ashamed of your writing style!! since youre new, youll improve and improve.. im honestly pretty new too, but i already see a difference between my current and older fics. oh, and remember to add hashtags! byebye mwah

#sav n anons ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა #sav w anons ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა #reqs open #tips #writers on tumblr #writing tips

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wawamouse · 20 days

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Ok, well I was bored and decided to take the mbti test for Miguel and Chico as a writing/characterisation exercise while I procrastinate on my fic and then Tumblr went ahead and 404ed so hard on my draft post that it straight up nuked all the shit I wrote.

SO NOW YOU KNOW I'M GOING TO DOUBLE DOWN AND BREAK DOWN THEIR PERSONALITY TYPES.

Just for reference, my MBTI personality type is INTP-T, so I am pretty confident that there is a minimal amount of “me” reflecting through in these results. Either way, they test results still merely reflect my own interpretations of Miguel and Chico’s character. I would be interested to see if someone else took the test for them and got differing results, but I'm sure this kind of personality test stuff is only the product of tonight's particular brain rot... probably not what most people want to spend their time figuring out.

Anyway, Miguel first! I feel like his test was harder for me to do because I wanted to consider how he might’ve been outside of Oz as well (considering that he is mostly in stress mode in Oz). Still, I feel like his result is pretty spot on with the way that I interpret him, especially with his dominant and inferior functions.

Note 1: I used 16Personalities to take the MBTI tests, but basically all the type profile that I quote below is from Personality Junkie Note 2: For the breakdowns, there will be a lot of acronyms. The way to read it is: in MBTI, there are 8 functions: Introverted/Extroverted Feeling (Fi/Fe), Thinking (Ti/Te), Intuition (Ni/Ne), and Sensing (Si/Se).

Miguel

Strengths: Strong practical skills, strong sense of duty, very loyal, sensitive, warm, good at connecting with others Weaknesses: Worried about their social status, inflexible, reluctant to innovate or improvise, vulnerable to criticism, often too needy, too selfless Stress triggers: being asked to compromise a value, being misunderstood or belittled by others, having too much conflict and not enough cooperation

Function Stack

Dominant: Extraverted Feeling (Fe)

Auxiliary: Introverted Sensing (Si)

Tertiary: Extraverted Intuition (Ne)

Inferior: Introverted Thinking (Ti)

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ESFJs are warm, engaging, caring, loyal, dutiful, and hardworking. They are admired for their work ethic, perseverance, devotion, and steadfastness. They strive to practice what they preach, holding fast to their commitments and convictions. As predominant Judgers, they take their work, family, and social roles rather seriously.

While appearing outwardly confident and assertive, because their inner Judging function, Introverted Thinking (Ti), is inferior, ESFJs may feel they have relatively little inner control. By way of their Fe, ESFJs can befriend, persuade, and direct others. In so doing, ESFJs can reap the benefit of social support, as well as a sense of control and influence in the world of people. ESFJs’ auxiliary function, Introverted Sensing (Si), prompts them to keep one eye on the past and to preserve existing methods, traditions, and conventions.

ESFJs are Extraverted Judging types, quick to express their feelings, opinions, and grievances. This can be both a strength and a weakness. On the one hand, it contributes to ESFJs’ quick responsiveness and capacity for leadership. On the other, it can dispose them to judging prematurely or too severely. Fe imbues ESFJs with a desire to control or otherwise influence others. In the company of close confidants, however, they are more apt to share their negative emotions and grievances. And because their words are often bathed in emotion, ESFJs can seem intense or dramatic in their expressions. The dominant position of their Fe also makes ESFJs a proactive and highly intentional type. ESFJs tend to take themselves, their lives, and their endeavors quite seriously. They are efficient and task-oriented, quickly moving from one thing to the next.

ESFJs use Introverted Sensing (Si) as their auxiliary function. Si contributes to ESFJs’ propensity to function as conservators of the past. The more often ESFJs do something in a particular way the harder it is for them to break out of that pattern. The same can be said for their beliefs and worldview.

Since Ne is in the lower half of ESFJs’ function stack, they often have a love-hate relationship with it. On the one hand, they may fancy themselves clever, witty, creative, or savvy. The “hate” part of ESFJs’ relationship with their Ne can involve the way it injects uncertainty into their beliefs and worldview. ESFJs seek a firm and unambiguous worldview to base their lives on. And because abstract analysis is not their strong suit, wrestling with ideas that contradict their Si worldview can be unsettling.

Because Ti (introverted thinking) is inferior in their function stack, ESFJs don’t experience confidence in wielding Ti logic, finding it slippery, elusive, and ephemeral. Despite its elusiveness, ESFJs remain forever captivated by and in pursuit of their Ti. They intuitively understand that Ti is somehow important in their quest for personal wholeness. Therefore, ESFJs can be seen as striving for a greater sense of inner control and logical competence (Ti), which may lead them to view themselves as highly logical, independent, and self-sufficient. They may extol the virtues of independent thought or laud the value of cognitively managing ones owns thoughts and feelings. They may also fancy themselves as highly self-aware or “self-taught.” Some ESFJs may go so far as to consider themselves Introverts because of their desire for inner control or obsession with being logical. But just as other personality types misinterpret or overestimate the skills and know-how of their inferior function, so it is with ESFJs.

Chico

Strengths: Receptive, reliable, passionate, altruistic, charismatic, Weaknesses: Unrealistic, overly idealistic, condescending, intense, overly empathetic Stress triggers: people not open to change, routine, disorganization, conflict, confrontation, criticism, competitive situations and sudden change of plans.

Function Stack

Dominant: Extraverted Feeling (Fe)

Auxiliary: Introverted Intuition (Ni)

Tertiary: Extraverted Sensing (Se)

Inferior: Introverted Thinking (Ti)

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The ENFJ is warm, engaging, charismatic, persuasive, and talkative. ENFJs can quickly read and establish rapport with others. Because of their love for people and formidable social intelligence, ENFJs develop extensive networks of friends, acquaintances, and social connections; they are networkers par excellence. ENFJs excel when it comes to reading people, quickly assessing and mirroring their emotions, expressions, and body language.

While “working a crowd” or charming an audience is undoubtedly invigorating for ENFJs, their desire to engage with people goes beyond mere superficials. Their auxiliary function, Introverted Intuition (Ni), adds a degree of depth that is less apparent in their ESFJ (Miguel!) counterparts. ENFJs see it as their job to help others live more authentically, ethically, and healthily. Although ENFJs certainly want to help and support others, their reasons for doing so are not always entirely altruistic. After all, as Fe types, their own sense of self is inextricably interwoven with that of others. So while ENFJs genuinely want those they help to succeed, if those individuals end up failing, the ENFJ may come down hard on them.

[The dominant Fe is similar to that of ESFJ’s, so I won’t repeat a lot of what is the same.]

While ENFJs are subtle and smooth in the public sphere, those who work with or have a closer relationship them will eventually see their more controlling or judgmental side. While Fe involves a penchant for maintaining interpersonal harmony and good feeling, this can be trumped by its commensurate desire for outer control and assertiveness. ENFJs are in many ways wired to express their feeling judgments as soon as they come about. This is obviously of great importance for their intimates to understand, recognizing that what comes out of the ENFJ’s mouth is often their first reaction, one they may later come to reverse upon further reflection (Ni).

Fe is more influenced by cultural norms and expectations than Fi is. ENFJs typically display ample warmth, friendliness, and congeniality in their interactions. While Fi types may disparage ENFJs as emotionally superficial or disingenuous, most ENFJs have good intentions of improving morale or finding consensus. Finally, the dominant position of their Fe, combined with their auxiliary Ni, makes ENFJs among the most consistently goal-oriented of all types. ENFJs tend to take themselves, their lives, and their endeavors quite seriously.

ENFJs Judge before they Perceive. In many cases, it is only after making an upfront judgment by way of their Fe that they open themselves to alternative perspectives presented by their auxiliary function, Introverted Intuition (Ni). As Fe dominants, ENFJs are first and foremost concerned with shaping what is happening in the immediate social environment (Fe). They want to ensure that good feelings are maintained or to accomplish whatever social objective they have in mind (e.g., teaching, advising, motivating, etc.). For ENFJs, Ni concerns take a backseat to Fe. ENFJs are more likely to take an “ends justifies the means” approach. In order to accomplish their J agenda, ENFJs may be willing to say or withhold things that would not sit right with their INFJ counterparts. They may also be more willing to feign happiness. ENFJs might reason, even if unwittingly, that if good feelings can be cultivated out there (Fe), then a sense of inner happiness will likely emerge in due time.

Extraverted Sensing (Se) serves as ENFJs’ tertiary function. While Si (Miguel!) involves an intensive connection to the remembered past, Se is more extensive and present-oriented. It amasses concrete details and sensory information from the environment by way of the five senses (i.e., sight, smell, touch, sound, and taste). Unlike Si, Se is not content with the routine and familiar. Rather, it seeks sensory and material novelty. Se types love novel sensations and appearances, physical thrills, and material comforts. They are more liberal than Si types in their approach to and use of the material world. Se can also be linked with a concern for beauty and aesthetics (especially in Feeling types). ENFJs often have refined tastes when it comes to their material surroundings, their physical appearance, as well as their palate.

[The inferior Ti is similar to that of ESFJ’s so I won’t repeat what is the same]

However elusive their Ti, ENFJs are still captivated by it (as all types are with their inferior). In many ways, Ti represents a source of wholeness and self-actualization for ENFJs. Since Ti and Fe comprise a functional whole, they intuitively realize the importance of integrating these two functions for them to feel whole and complete. Consequently, ENFJs can be seen as striving for a greater sense of inner control and logical competence (Ti), which is why they may exhibit some of the same interests or self-conceptions as INTPs. Since ENFJs are ultimately unsure of the soundness of their own logic (Ti), they may unwittingly try to convince themselves through the act of convincing others. The more people they can convince that an idea is sound (Fe), the more confident they hope to feel about its veracity (Ti).

ESFJ & ENFJ Differences, Final Thoughts

Reminder: Miguel = ESFJ, Chico = ENFJ

Key differences

ESFJs Thrive on Stability; They like getting into a steady routine and immersing themselves in a community. They are usually the types who find a “home” and enjoy staying there and coming back to it repeatedly. They enjoy creating a comfortable base where they can re-charge. Living a transient life is usually stressful for an ESFJ personality type.

ENFJs Thrive on Change. While they enjoy having a structure and plan for their lives, a repetitive routine feels lacking in inspiration for them. ENFJs want a clear plan, structure, and direction. But they can quickly tire of staying in one place.

ESFJs Look for Certainties. ENFJs Look for Unknowns and are apt to notice what isn’t trustworthy or provable

ESFJs Enjoy Reminiscing and Recalling. ENFJs Enjoy Envisioning the Future.

ESFJs tend to speak using literal language, describing things as they experienced them in detail. They also tend to speak in a linear way, from beginning to end. ENFJs, in contrast, tend to use a lot of metaphor and analogy when they speak.

When stressed or hurried, ESFJs can start to catastrophize or develop unrealistic expectations or possibilities; ENFJs can become more focused on experience and become overly-impulsive and focused on action at the expense of analyzing implications

My Final Thoughts (not quoting anything now)

I think in terms of how I view/characterize/write the characters, the personality type results really match. I think the differences in the way that their dominant extraverted feeling and inferior introverted thinking function comes out to play is especially accurate to how I see both characters. Chico being the “Protagonist” personality type is funny to me because I feel like we’ve joked before on here that he thinks he’s the protagonist even though he’s a total side character. I do think that Chico exhibits leadership qualities and he is probably like more of a glue that holds El Norte together as the 2iC throughout the leadership changes. I’ve always read Chico as trying to lead not from the top but from near the top. It’s not that he couldn’t lead but that he thinks his purpose to to maintain the structure of the community, effectively allowing him to help run things in a sideways sort of way. The key to him is that he is helping run things—that his support is critical.

I also think Miguel’s combo of traits show a lot in the way he cycles up and down through canon. Inflexibility is definitely one of his weaknesses, as well as concrete thinking. Overall, I feel like there were definitely places throughout both profiles where I was like “lol, yeah, that’s definitely them during XYZ in the show”.

In terms of compatibility, I think their types make sense. When they get along, they can really get along because they have a lot of commonalities in terms of how they interact with other people and also how they approach their goals. They're both sociable and they both value their relationships. If they're playing nice, then at worst, they have nonstop banter. Out of their strengths, Miguel's type would bring warmth and connection that Chico would appreciate. Chico's type has the strength in being receptive that would complement Miguel's weaknesses, and reliability would be appreciated by Miguel's type as well.

But at the same time, their sensing and intuition are flipped, so they could easily be at each other’s throats and squabble about everything, as sensing/intuition goes back to how they view the world and (concrete vs abstract, big picture vs details) and plays into their respective weaknesses of inflexibility/worried about social status (Miguel) and unrealistic/overly idealistic (Chico). Their types could easily get frustrated with each other, find each other annoying and dismissive, etc, and never see eye-to-eye. I also think their respective weaknesses and strengths could feed into a toxic cycle, too.

#text #miguel alvarez #chico guerra #😭 why is the weekend only two days aghghg #mbti profiles

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mezmer · 22 days

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I do wish Sade had been a better lyricist. I am not a big lyrics judger; I write silly shit myself, and I am obsessed with some pretty bad lyrics, but in Sade's tunes I hear a melody, a tension, a tone, that goes beyond her very lacking words. But it does indeed come as some surprise.....

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helianthus-tarot · 2 years

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Hi! What enneagram or mbti types do you most associate with the enemies to lovers tropes? Also curious about the power struggle alpha male/alpha female who eventually and only submits to the alpha male. I’m an author and I’m wanting to use the enneagram to further explore this.

What MBTI types do I most associate with the enemies to lovers tropes?

A lot of pairings can be enemies to lovers. I think a better question to ask is, why are they enemies? What makes them hate each other? Is it a difference between N vs S? F vs T? E vs I? P vs J? Or is it because they are so similar that they mirror each others' flaws? And why will they fall in love with each other?

After you decide that, only then you can choose the types. These are the examples;

ENTP vs ESTJ: ENTP is the lazy genius and ESTJ is the typical I-put-effort-into-this-shit-and-I-deserve-it valedictorian. They butt heads because they function differently and they annoy each other in every class they share. They fall in love because they have what the other doesn't, ENTP teaches ESTJ how to let loose and explore novel ideas, and ESTJ reminds ENTP that it's smart to be intentional with your actions instead of leaving your life up to fate.

INFJ vs INTJ: As rulers, they both have the same ideal; believing in a perfect world. But they are enemies because they use different methods to achieve that goal (Fe vs Te), motivated by different moral values; eg. INFJ believes people can be 'persuaded' 'brainwashed' to follow the vision, they come up with plans of how it can happen without bloodbath. INTJ prefers to just get rid of people who threaten their vision and 'recycle' those people by involving them in organ trade; for the benefit of other citizens and also for extra national income. This fits lovers to enemies to lovers.

ESTP vs ESTP: Let's say they are both fighters. They both behave similarly, but because they are put in a setting where they have to be competitors, it's a challenge for them to figure out how to beat the other. So in this case, they are enemies because of their roles/setting, but they are lovers because of their similarities; these make them connect and drawn to each other.

Alpha male/alpha female

Is it the athlete type or is it the CEO type? If you are talking about the 'professional' 'cutthroat' environment a.k.a the CEO type, the stereotypical alpha fits TJs the most (ESTJ, ENTJ, ISTJ, INTJ). XXTJ women stand out, since they tend to be perceived as cold and they desire control. XXTP women can appear 'masculine' too, but if you want to make both of the characters competitive and controlling, choose Judgers. Te-doms' dominance is obvious (EXTJ), Te-aux are more lowkey about it (IXTJ).

If you want the female character to submit to the male character, it really depends on how you want their dynamic to play out. Cocky guy with an ice-queen? ENTJ male and INTJ female. Dominant boss who eventually falls in love with her much calmer assistant and he becomes her weakness? ESTJ female and ISTJ male. Lovers who compete for fun to see who will win their power struggle on that particular day? Te-dom with Te-dom. But keep in mind, these people are still stubborn, so you need to give a good reason why she will submit to the man. 'I fell in love' is not enough reason. These people put their goals/tasks above their feelings.

As for enneagram, same thing. You need to decide on the dynamic first, the theme/message and the setting of the story. After you decide these, look at each enneagram and choose drives/vices that fit that character and the setting the most. Personality types can be an extra guide for writing consistent characters, but they are not necessary.

#asks #mbti asks

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ivyindreamland · 1 year

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WHY do you think Taylor is istp? .?…….?…

ok this is the stupid part about MBTI notation but basically if you're an introvert then whatever your last letter is is actually the opposite. like an ESTP really is a perceiver, but an ISTP is actually a judger even though they have the P for perceiving.

anyway... introverted judgers (we'll call this Ji) are meticulous perfectionists who spend lots of time honing and refining, focusing on precision and exactness. you see that tendency reflected in taylor's control freakery around her work, meticulous planning and crafting of her persona, the way she gets really into the nitty gritty of every aspect of her brand and her presentation. archetypally, Ji people kind of act as a compass pointing to a truth or ideal, not losing sight of underlying structure, values, or principles. for folks that are introverted, judgers, and thinkers (Ti - judging specifically means "thinking and/or feeling processes"), the part about structure and principles that stay true across different contexts is particularly emphasized. it also goes in hand with an extroverted approach to feeling (Fe) because everyone has a mechanism to explain thinking and feeling processes (that's right, you can't escape feeling!), and they're both on the same spectrum, so one would take an introverted approach and the other would take an extroverted approach.

extroverted judging (Je) is about influencing and persuading others, and articulating concepts in a way that is efficient/effective but not necessarily precise. Je and Ji balance each other this way - Ji, as a compass, stays true to principles and cares about exactness and precision, and Je actually moves those ideas out to the world. Ji perfectionism means without Je the idea might never actually "get out," while Je focus on influence and communication means that there might be a tendency to "rule for the sake of ruling" while losing sight of principles. everyone has both mechanisms to balance these issues but people might emphasize one or the other. both Je and Ji are working on a message, but Ji really cares about getting that message accurate and exact. i see Taylor as on the Ji side of the spectrum even though obviously she's a great communicator and gets a lot done in a short time; it would be a mistake to preclude someone from having Ji on the basis that they're an artist who got famous or something like that, anybody is capable of doing so. but what makes taylor really stand out is her perfectionistic approach to every aspect of her work. also - and this is Ti and Fe working together, taylor is really good at grasping the underlying structural mechanisms (Ti) of powerful ideas in the cultural lexicon, like "the all american girl" or "cottagecore" (Fe), and crafting with precision (Ji) an entire language, aesthetic, and concept around those ideas.

speaking of aesthetic... that's also part of why i'd consider taylor a sensor (the S in ISTP). "perceiving" refers to sensing and intuition. since taylor generally has an introverted approach to judging (for my purposes), she generally has an extroverted approach to Perceiving (Pe). so much of what taylor trades on is imagery and the visual, and she isn't esoteric about it; she draws on ideas that really exist in the world and talks about her actual real experiences. her writing is very focused on sensory imagery (autumn leaves falling down, there's a million more examples but I'm not gonna list all of them) and narrating events in a concrete way you can "see." for reasons like this i'd put her at Sensing over intuition, which can be more esoteric and conceptual rather than grounded in concrete reality. extroverted sensing is also less esoteric than introverted sensing; taylor's imagery is very real and grounded and the way she sets up her staging, music videos, etc, reflects this.

finally, that concrete reality focus that Se has is balanced by an introverted approach to intuition. introverted intuition (Ni) reflects a tendency to find a singular pattern or universal truth that underlies all sensory and concrete events. Ni shows how concrete experiences and events which seem disparate are actually just the same pattern playing out in different ways. you see the same kinds of characters popping up, the same kind of underlying stories (everything begins with birth and ends in death, after all). taylor, despite all the numerous aesthetics she's explored and different stories with different characters, has specific themes which resonate across ALL her stories no matter where they take place or who the characters are. it's the continuity that makes all her albums "about the same thing" at the end of the day no matter how many different directions she goes aesthetically. at the same time though, that's not really her focus, it plays more of a supporting role to the different aesthetic concepts and ideas.

so yeah, tl;dr taylor is meticulous, exacting, and "polished" in a way that i think stands out above her other characteristics and makes her unique among her peers, she draws on themes in the broad cultural lexicon to translate ideas about relationships and values, she's a go-getter aesthetically and focuses on concrete and literal imagery that can vary in the details, and no matter how much variance there is it all comes back to the same sort of underlying story. and that's why i think taylor is an ISTP.

#analysis #thanks for asking btw i love infodumping #personality theory #btw sorry if i described any of these functions poorly im an ESTJ and don't use any of them myself #but ive been studying mbti since 2011

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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other hockey booktok shit:

the kraken pandering so badly and cringy that their tiktok account managed to make me hate (not dislike, actively rooting for their demise) the team in like 3 tiktoks

also hockey romance writers (that use said random hockey man clips... most of them from the kraken account) that have zero knowledge about hockey to the point it becomes clear they didn't even bother looking up basic shit, like you don't need to be a hardcore diehard hockey fan but don't have two eastern conference team compete in the SCF

okay i didn’t think this was how tonight was gonna go but here we are!

anyways, again, i am in NO WAY SHAMING PEOPLE FOR WHAT THEY READ! i read some weird shit so i am not a judger!

but yes! when authors just write the most batshit cuckoo bananas shit in their books (not even just hockey romances) it just seems less authentic to me personally. please do the basic level of research.

#ask taylor #taylor answers

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deathlygristly · 2 years

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I am still thinking about media and different reactions to it, although I still don't have the time or the brain energy to fully write about it.

Main things I'm thinking about right now - I see traits that I understand and identify with in Woo in Extraordinary Attorney Woo, and then I go look up what other people think and so many of them are so strident and righteous about how those traits are horrible and wrong. So is it wrong to be me? Or is it okay to have those traits but just not to show them to anyone, since it's not okay for a character on television to have them? Like I can't eat around neurotypical people, or I have to be aware of what the people around me consider "cute" or "childish" and remember to not do any of that stuff, because we can't show those things to others?

Makes me think of a couple of posts I've seen on here where someone realized that they didn't like the show because of their internalized ableism. There's also the problem with frames of reference that I always have online, where growing up working class in the 80s and 90s in the town Mayberry is based on is apparently an extremely different experience than growing up middle class or upper middle class in more urban areas in the last two decades.

People online always seem so much more concerned about appearances and the opinions of others than anyone I grew up with ever was, and they also seem to be surrounded by people who are much more judgmental and mean than the people I grew up with were.

For example, we went on a trip to D.C. in high school and we all rolled down a tall hill near the Washington Monument with glee. I feel like the people whose takes I read online would have been very ashamed and embarrassed by that and they would have been like oh no what will other people think and they'd probably call us "childish" and "immature." While we were having fun and enjoying being alive while they were trying to keep up appearances, of course.

To be fair the freshmen were like that then, lol, judging us sophomores for it.

I don't know, I feel like judging other people like that reveals a deep insecurity in the judger.

#dgpersonal

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diarized-by-pankil · 2 years

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I remember once having a conversation with my friends in high school. It somehow led to talking about future dreams. To which, one of my friends said they want to become a doctor when they grow up. And I was so quick to judge (Even though I am not at all a judger but rather a perciever or a quick judger who regrets for almost all life.) that doctors are not as drenched in fame as musicians, actors and other notabillities. I was so sick of people choosing the analytical over abstract (though I am myself a science student). And hence, I came to this conclusion because I used to think it's people who made them do this. But seems like that's not the case. Sometimes, it's just our own choices and dreams. To lead to something and provide purpose, to live for, for our very next moment or our very next seconds. Just like people have considered the abstract ideas insignificant in the past, and even now sometimes, we too, now, have been suppressing practical notions making ourselves play survival in a judgemental society. It's all to appear "cool" and trying to fit in because the definition of "cool" seems to be unalike for everyone and you only keep going in spirals of repairs and damages.

( I don't know how my friend might have felt at that time being judged. The guilt I felt writing the first few five lines was not only intolerable but so disheartening that I had to pause writing and left the app. I don't know but think I just learnt the lesson when I am suffering from OCD, misophonia, tinnitus, hyperacusis, migraine, anxiety and i don't know what else. And I'm in a dire need of a therapist. In a miserable condition. I hope everything will be just fine.)

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theclichelibrary · 5 months

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all i really want is you.

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.

don’t be a judger/hater on my blog. libraries are supposed to be serene, are they not?

i will answer my asks sometimes. please be cordial.

reblogs and shares are appreciated, but please don’t copy my work or post it on secondary sites.

#blog rules

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thetailofathought · 1 year

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What became an antidote to the slowly bittering life 🌱

One of the saddest tendencies in our present culture is an indignant intolerance for the basic humanity of being human. People of the past are harshly judged by the standards of the present (which their own difficult lives helped establish), and people of the present are harshly judged by impossible (and hypocritical, in the full context of any judger’s life) standards of uniform perfection across all regions of private and public existence. And yet the eternal test of character — our great moral triumph — is the ability to face our own imperfections with composure, reflecting on them with lucid and luminous determination to do better — an essential form of moral courage all the more difficult, and all the more important, amid a cultural atmosphere that mistakes self-righteousness for morality and suffocates the basic impulse toward betterment with punitive intolerance for human foible.

Tolstoy began reckoning with his own imperfect life, punctuated by the human inevitability of having acted unwisely and unlovingly in moments too mentally and emotionally threadbare to act otherwise, and set out to find the wisdom he had lacked along the way.

Carl Sagan would come to echo in his lovely invitation to meet ignorance with kindness, Tolstoy writes:

You should respond with kindness toward evil done to you, and you will destroy in an evil person that pleasure which he derives from evil.

Across epochs and cultures, in his famous indictment “it has always been much easier (because it has always seemed much safer) to give a name to the evil without than to locate the terror within,” James Baldwin (August 2, 1924–December 1, 1987) shone his piercing beam of truth upon the fundamental fact beneath Tolstoy’s insight that we only see as much kindness as we ourselves possess: We are untender with each other because we cannot bear the terrifying difficulty of being human, vulnerable and perishable as we are.

And yet, like Tolstoy, Baldwin thought deeply about what saves us — from ourselves and, in consequence, from each other — and, like Tolstoy, he recognized that, in the end, only love does. In his lifeline for the hour of despair — which remains one of his most penetrating and most personal essays, and one of his least known — he observes:

I have always felt that a human being could only be saved by another human being. I am aware that we do not save each other very often. But I am also aware that we save each other some of the time.

In the final essay from the same forgotten treasure, Baldwin revisits the subject in what can best be described as a prose poem of eternal truth:

The earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock. Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have.

The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.

But to hold each other in the faith of love is no small triumph for our fear-frayed hearts. In one of his final interviews, echoing Rilke’s insistence that “for one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks,” Baldwin reflects:

Loving anybody and being loved by anybody is a tremendous danger, a tremendous responsibility.

And yet, as he told Margaret Mead in their historic conversation, it is a responsibility to our own humanity:

We’ve got to be as clear-headed about human beings as possible, because we are still each other’s only hope.

Accordingly, some things torment us more than they ought; some torment us before they ought; and some torment us when they ought not to torment us at all. We are in the habit of exaggerating, or imagining, or anticipating, sorrow. (Seneca)

Make your interests gradually wider and more impersonal, until bit by bit the walls of the ego recede, and your life becomes increasingly merged in the universal life. An individual human existence should be like a river — small at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past rocks and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any visible break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly lose their individual being. (Russel)

Candor and clarity go a long way in fertilizing the soil, but in the end there is always a degree of unpredictability in the climate of communication — even the warmest intention can be met with frost. Yet something impels us to hold these possibilities in both hands and go on surrendering to the beauty and terror of conversation, that ancient and abiding human gift. And the most magical thing, the most sacred thing, is that whichever the outcome, we end up having transformed one another in this vulnerable-making process of speaking and listening.

https://www.themarginalian.org/2015/10/21/telling-is-listening-ursula-k-le-guin-communication/

https://www.themarginalian.org/2017/08/14/james-baldwin-nothing-personal-evil/

https://www.themarginalian.org/2016/12/05/joan-didion-on-morality/

https://www.themarginalian.org/2021/12/24/feeling-knowing-damasio/

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