When the characters in the fanfiction you’re reading are both hopelessly in love with eachother but they think the other doesn’t like them back and they are just communicating horribly and getting interupted at al the wrong times and you just freaking
Re: Victoria/Talia, I am now imagining Derek and Allison as step-siblings who respect their moms too much to outwardly express their loathing but stare daggers while aggressively doing nice things for the other a la the Chris and Scott kitchen scene.
I have some serious anger at Abbie and Ichabod right now. Like, YOU DO NOT MAKE A DEAL YOU HAVE NO INTENTION OF HONORING! Sorry, maybe I’m from the Crowley school of thought, but you HONOR YOUR FUCKING DEALS. If you don’t want to actually follow through, THEN DON’T MAKE THE DEAL.
I feel really strongly about this obviously.
Also, I can’t be the only person hella tired of white boy Ichabod always being the source of knowledge for all things. Because I am so very tired and bored of it.
It never fails that while mercedelede and I generally fall on the same OTP, we always favor a different person in the pairing. She likes Peter best. I like Chris best. She’s a Roman girl, I’m a Peter Rumancek gal. I favor Derek, she favors Cameron. It’s pretty clear we each have a type in this particular dynamic of ours…
“When I was little, I asked my pastor if
Judas had been in love with Jesus.
He sent me back to my mother early, with
a note for her to explain “things.”
But no matter what anyone said, I couldn’t
be convinced that the Bible
was anything less than a love story.
(I kissed your cheek in front of them all
and in doing so, I think that I
damned the both of us. You,
to be left crucified and bleeding and
paying for my sins. Me, to be left
wandering and wanting and
never to see your face again.)”—K. Wright,Judas (via chazeatsbrains)
I feel like as an INFJ, I’m optimized to be other peoples’ “buff;” to give support and strength to the people I meet, and not shine on my own. Wanting more than that makes me feel like an egotistic jackass. But sometimes I don’t want to be the healing priest or inspiring bard. Sometimes I want to be a hero.