Dreaming Up Fantasies

inklingstudyblr:

Disclaimer:  These are just the perceptions I have of the types, they could be entirely inaccurate.

Infp ~ Early mornings with the window open, cups of tea and pretty notes, the yellowed paper of old books, the imaginings of other places and times.

Intp ~ Midnight, organized chaos, calculations, graph paper, blackboards covered in math equations.

Infj~ Libraries with vaulted ceilings, memorizing poetry, stacks of antique books, impressionist art.

Istj~ Perfect desk, minimalism, caligraphy pens, fancy calculators, philosophical treaties.

Estp~ Arguing with the author of the textbook as you read, well thought out research papers, studying outside in the sunlight, vibrant conversations.

Istp~ Cloudy days, studying by a fireplace, cups of coffee and tea, sketching out ideas as they read.

Entp~ Late night researching, intense thought, revolutionary ideas, scattered papers, finding patterns.

Isfj~ Eating cookies while you study, happy instrumental music playing, colorful pens and paper, pretty handwriting.

Entj~ Intense studying for hours on end, fast-paced conversations, voices in the background, adrenalin, high aspirations and impossible goals.

Isfp~ Soft breezes from an open window late at night, finding motivation in everything around them, sketching to illustrate ideas, the quiet after everyone else in the house has fallen asleep.

Estj~ Studying at dawn, bold pen strokes, bullet journals, perfectly organized bookshelves, the feeling of confidence. 

Esfp~ Quizlet decks, dramatic presentations, cheering on friends while they work, pop quizzes.

Enfp~ Bright colors, afternoon study sessions, eating candy while they study, doodles and sketches, big dreams.

Intj~ Protractors and rulers, immaculate designs for incredible ideas, the feeling of intense focus, foggy days.

Esfj~ Cheerful music, studying in a cafe, comfy sweaters, far too much coffee, pretty plants on a desk.

Enfj~ Aspirations and determination, cups of tea, sending encouraging texts to their friends, finding beauty in everything.

Bold of you to assume i actually study

Lmao literally one person outside my immediate family remembered my birthday today. And i didn’t even have to remind her.

ezzydean:

thewritingrealm:

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

# my favourite part about this post # is that nowhere does it say to reblog this # but we’re all reblogging it # because if we have to suffer # so do other writers

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just-shower-thoughts:

Technically, porn is just videos of people at work

The question that’s been haunting me for like 3 months, though: Is porn considered voyeurism or???

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breaking-dexter:

If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.

If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.

I will always reblog this.

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am i imagining it or do i legit have anxiety now. who knows! im never going to get diagnosed so let’s just pretend that im naturally a jumpy bundle of nerves, sadness, and self-loathing

lexibooks5:

wpsstories:

writing-prompt-s:

A boy asks a girl out. It’s high school. It’s awkward. Narrate it from the point of view of a nature documentary.

Tensions are high as the male confronts the female, this species is known for unusual and often varied courting methods - this particular male has done away with the more common methods of wooing the female with erratic movements and hip thrusts. Instead he opts for a more simple approach, he aims to give the female a gift.

It should be noted that within this species females often travel in packs. This pack mentality serves as a natural deterrent against males who don’t have the drive to show their face to a whole group when courting a single female - a form of natural selection if you would. The pack waits behind the female being courted, ‘oohing’ and ‘ahing’, mechanisms used to separate the truly decisive males from the others. It is often observed that males who make it this point succeed in their efforts.

The male now slowly approaches the female, gift in hand - a rose, roses are commonplace as courtship gifts within this particular sub-species known as ‘high-schoolers’. After a brief moment the female takes the rose, he’s done it. A snicker ensues from the female’s pack, the male embraces the female and pats her on the back - the female, visually deterred by this, smiles and returns to her pack.

A sound much like a bell rings signalling all present members of the species to return to their dens for more group tutoring.

WHEEZING

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caffeinewitchcraft:

writing-prompt-s:

You were once the most powerful villain. You retired early and are engaged to a minor super hero who isn’t aware of your past. They are about to be killed right before your eyes..but you step in.

 She asks him why maybe a dozen times before they decide to get married. It’s not hard to figure out where he goes in the little hours of the morning, not hard to follow him to the edges of forests and abandoned towns and deserts, not hard to smell the spandex, blood and sweat that he wears home. He’s always got bags under his eyes and dirt under his nails and the blood that stains their welcome mat is more often his than not.

So she asks him why before they decide to get married because for all her mysteries, she can’t have him be one.

(Hypocrite isn’t the worst name she’s ever been called.)

He hardly looks surprised at the question, lips quirking as his fingers find the condensation on the glass in front of him. He runs his forefinger up the side, the move thoughtlessly seductive, before drawing it away. The water follows, a thin stream of twisting molecules for a long moment before the tension snaps and it forms a circle hovering above the pad of his finger.

“I may not be a Superhero,” he says, “or even a hero. But when I needed someone, when I really needed someone, a superhero was there. It’s an amazing thing to experience. The rescue. The salvation. It’s…indescribable. It makes you thankful in way you didn’t know you could be.” He allows the water to drop to the diner table and gives her a warm, nostalgic smile. “I want everyone to have that, even if it’s just some guy in a mask with a spray of water at his command. I became Zone for that and I’ve never regretted it. Not once. ”

She’s surprised by the moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes. She hasn’t cried in public for years, normally doesn’t even have to worry about the possibility after years of being on guard. That’s what’s special about Gannon; he makes her feel vulnerable and safe all at once. Comforted. Able to exist within herself, at peace.

She reaches past her empty breakfast plate to cover his hand with her hot palm. The smile she returns is new, her most precious treasure and something she’d never think twice about giving him.

He’s the one who helped her find it after all.

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IM FUCKING SCREAMING I LOVE THIS

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corn-of-the-calum-hood:

pikachucastiel:

darkpancakelord:

deckster:

REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches

I got Sonic the Hedgehog.

Sonic the freaking Hedgehog.

Maybe I cracked the egg too fast.

I GOT A SPARKLY NICHOLAS CAGE

I GOT LUKE HEMMINGS ROLLING HIS EYES WHAT THE HELL

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thingsaboutslytherins:

Slytherins will sometimes do something against the rules for no other purpose than to see if they can get away with it.

Reminds me of the fact that I was planning to bend a class rule next week just to see if it would be acceptable. Be in class before the professor? What if I just left my things in there, went to the bathroom and enter the class after she arrives? Still gonna do that at some point, wont lie.

I remember that once, when I was a child around 5-6 years old, I was playing outside. I remember it vividly, how I was running around by myself underneath cloudy skies and then suddenly the first drop of rain hit the pavement.

I stopped, and felt the wind pushing against me, growing stronger and stronger and I just stood there and. Stared. The sky looked pretty then and I sat myself down on the edge of the road near my neighbour’s house and felt the rain pelting down on me.

And then, suddenly, I didn’t feel real. I felt fake, like I was just a mannequin playing the part of a person. I stopped feeling the pouring rain on my skin, stopped feeling how my wet clothes clung to my body, and I stared blankly at nothing because was I real?

The world around me certainly was. It was bright and vivid and vibrant and beautiful but it felt like I wasn’t. It felt like I wasn’t supposed to be here, like I stole some other child’s place in the world, and I went blank.

It must have been a half hour before one of my neighbour’s sons saw me sitting and staring in the pouring rain. I distantly remember him rushing outside with an umbrella and sending me back home.

When I finally came back to my senses, I found myself in dry clothes and sitting in front of the TV, a blanket wrapped around me. And that, I think, was the very first time I found myself disassociating for some reason.

Nowadays I just lose time sometimes.

Tumblr stop being an asshole and let me post

Honestly, I dont give a shit if people actually read this but like. Im so angry??

Like, when I was growing up, I was called a crybaby so often. Now that alone wouldn’t be much of a problem - I’m the youngest of 5 after all, and it’s true for the most part. But what makes me so ANGRY is the fact that I’d mostly grown out of that, and they start treating me like I have no feelings?

I mean no, fuck you, I DO have feelings. You think I don’t because I decided that, you know what? Fuck this. Im tired of being called a crybaby. So I stopped reacting to every single taunt and insult thrown my way even-though it fucking stings because im sensitive and i know im sensitive.

And you’re angry because I’M angry but did it ever. Fucking. Occur to you. That that’s because I don’t have anyone to talk to? I’m the youngest of 5. The eldest is 16 years older than me - the one closest in age is still 6 years older. Our parents are at work for most of the day. They get home late - near 6pm. Sometimes 7. 

EVEN WHEN I WAS FUCKING FIVE, I WAS LEFT ALONE AT HOME FOR THE MOST PART IF WE DIDN’T HAVE A MAID.

So like, fuck you. Material-wise, I’ve never been short of anything and for that, Im thankful. But in place of that, I was alone for most of my childhood and I had to struggle through bullying and hate and anger all by my-fucking-self.

So dont get angry if i treat you like strangers sometimes. Because for all I love you all, I don’t know enough of you to bring myself to care too much. And all that yelling and screaming and hitting me when all I said was that I didn’t really feel like eating dinner because I was still full from lunch? That doesn’t help me to feel closer to you.

( Sometimes, I can still feel the bruise and that sting of betrayal. )

All it does is make me feel even more angry and invalidated. Im already tired and bitter enough as it is - i dont need you pointing out flaws that im already hyper-aware and self-conscious about.

Thanks for caring anyways - but the way you care? It’s in all the wrong ways.