#re:.

[e-n-t-p]

As in please get away from me that is too much emotion i can't handle it.

Yeah I’d say that’s pretty classic. ENTPs like control, and we certainly have a threshold for how much unsolicited affection we can take. Why do we do this I just realized how hard we make things for ourselves.

[e-n-t-p]

As an ENTP I can say that I bring up other people a lot but not cause I'm not interested, just cause those are the stories I have to tell

Yeah, I also do that, I wasn’t very clear. I mean like, someone asks what you like to do, so you’re like, “Well one time with this person, I did this. They’re really great...” Basically, “look at all the fun stuff I’ve done with other people that aren’t you.” I think it makes sense because, since it uses Si, we’re presenting weaker, less developed aspects of ourselves.

[matrix-bearer-blog]

*Sends you to the impound*

                   ❝I don’t believe I have broken any rules,                                                                                 anon.❞

[matrix-bearer-blog]

I think it’s safe to say we have a really big problem on our hands.

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No matter how lightly Blaster might have been able to put it,it didn't lighten the Prime's expression at all. His face mighthave as well been carved from stone for it was about as stern.His processor was racing for a solution that would have allthe others out of harm's way and their problem solved. Butbefore they could put any plans to action, they would need tofind a better spot to frown at.          ❝ We move. To the halfway checkpoint.             We will wait for the reports from the others             and then make our decision for our next move.                                                                                   Roll out. ❞No room for questions. No room for hesitation. The plan was stillon move and they would not stop now.

[matrix-bearer-blog]

❛ How am I ever going to pay you back? ❜

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   It sounded absurd. It simply was absurd. At least to   the humble Prime who found himself confused over   what it was that he had ever done that could earn   something in return. He had tried to defend Earth.   And nearly failed. He had tried to protect the humans.   That hadn't gone too well either so far. They had come   close to losing some of their closest human allies.   Those that he had sworn to protect.Too many had died, and they were not one step closerto the end of their conflict. Mary was simply giving himtoo much credit; being too kind. Perhaps too trustingwith her soft heart.     ❝ I do not think I am deserving of such thoughts.                             But your kind words are appreciated. ❞

[matrix-bearer-blog]

❝I’m missing my home, and it’s killing me.❞

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The dark brows knit together, the bright optics just brieflyfilled with emotion. He understood. It didn't matter thatthey came from different Cybertrons, for their love for itwas still the same. They still felt the same grief for theirhome.Optimus reached out and placed one hand on the smallerbot's shoulder. Reassurance, strength, hope. He radiatedthis all and more as he looked down to the other, andhoped to alleviate the pain no matter how briefly.    ❝We all miss our home, Bluestreak.       And it is only normal to feel the weight of it.       It shows how much you care,                                             and if anything,        care is what Cybertron will need the most once we return.❞

[matrix-bearer-blog]

“Kiss me, quick!”

kiss meme

17. Shoulders   From behind, a hand found it's place from Prowl's hip,   gently rooting him to the place as Optimus stepped   closer. Flat digits gently found the upper rim of the   white door wing, first just touching softly, before getting   more bolder and sliding down the edge. The wing was   gently guided with the hand, pressed slightly downwards   and to the side to make more room for the wider frame   of the Prime.             Then, his helm dipped lower, until he could place a soft             kiss to Prowl's shoulder. It was brief, but solid enough             to register as a warm touch. The kiss faded, as did the             warm big hands from his wing and hip as the Prime             released the other.