#its pretty random

astor:

cody, harrison, rita, dexter - where is her family?

a serial killer for her to be in a relationship with, not knowing that they're a serial killer, aka: history repeats

someone who knows about the trinity killer and her mothers death. maybe an investigator who's been looking into the old case. or someone who just really into true crime.

maddie:

margot, alana, will, maybe her younger brother. maybe even a mason in some sort of au. let's explore this twisted family dynamics.

kathy

angel, any of the angel investigation team, any of the fanged four

something in her survival au verse where angelus bit her but didn't kill her - a vampire meeting her and seeing her bite scar and becoming curious and intrigued. this would be set in the 1700s.

lucy

a parental/mentor figure. someone to take her under their wing. could be wholesome: they really want to help her have a better/safer life, could be not: they'll kill anyone who hurts her and teach her how to better kill and defend herself

i don't want to say suger daddy - but yeah basically. think pretty woman but less sweet. could go really dark, or it could actually go sweet and romantic. who know. i'm open to either.

partner in crime. circumstances lead to them working together, could end up good friends, or found family, or romantic. think bonnie and clyde. or the leverage team. theives who work together.

sansa

her family! i need more stark sibling bonding.

let me throw sansa into different time periods. not like time travel, just sansa exisisting as part of the starks in different parts of asoiaf history

helaena

dany!!! maybe helaenas dreams of the future connect with danys dreams of the past and they are able to communicate.

yellowjackets

i just need more yellowjackets stuff with other yellowjackets

So, I don’t really know how this happened but here is a conversation/text between my friend and I. I’m not sure about her type but I think she’s a INxJ. I am INTP, btw. Oh, and INxJ has a a flirt-thing going on with a guy and its so obvious that my class created a ship name for them

INxJ: INTP! *spam spam spam*

INTP: Whaaaaaaaaaat??

INxJ: Talk to me child

INTP: Nope. You called me child.

INxJ: Master please. I need your help. Boy help

INTP: That's better. Why are you coming to me for boy help?

INxJ: I need to know if I like him. I need your wisdom

INTP: Umm, okay... Well, What do you like about him? What do you dislike about him? If he were to suddenly fall off the face of the earth, how would you feel?

INxJ: Well he's one of the four guys who talks to me...

INTP: It doesn't matter if he's the only guy who talks to you, it matters if you enjoy talking to him. Also, you said earlier today that you think he's cute and not hot but don't they both imply that you're attracted to him in some way that doesn't even have to be romantically?

INxJ: That's true. And I guess I do enjoy talking to him.

INTP: Don't just guess. Think about it like this, after school when everyone hangs out in the lobby, if he walks towards you do you hope that he will talk to you?

INxJ: Yep

INTP: Well then you're probably interested in him. Do you do your make-up in the morning with the thought that he could ask you to prom and you need to look good for him? (Prom asking started last week) Note him, not just look good for the pictures but look good enough to be asked by him?

INxJ: Yep. INTP you're so deep.

INTP: How is that deep?

INxJ: You're just a deep person. You ask good questions. That really hit home.

INTP: Questions reveal the truth faster than evidence.

I saw her before she saw me. Her eyes darting between the hall on the side of which she stood, to the green staircase that I was slowly climbing. The lamp light was dim, but I could still see her and note mentally that she hadn’t changed much since I last saw her at her father’s funeral, more than 2 years ago.

Then she saw me, her face breaking into a happy smile. A happiness that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She said a soft hello, and I replied with my eyes fixed on her face. We didn’t hug, didn’t even shake hands. We knew we shouldn’t. But we just looked, drinking in the sight of eachother.

She was the first to look away, bringing me out of my reverie. I dug into my pockets, pulling out the ring I had got for her. It wasn’t much. Just something I had picked while my sister was shopping in the jewellery section of her favorite shop. She would probably kill me if she found out that I hadn’t told her about it. But when I gave it to the girl standing infront of me, her face was filled with awe and love. I had hoped she would like it, she told me now that she did.

She got nervous then. Saying that it was her turn as she gave me the tie that had been hanging on her arm all this time. It had belonged to her father, she said. A person I didn’t particularly like. But I knew how much he meant to her, as did everything else that belonged to him. The fact that she was giving me something that meant so much to her, filled me with a strange warmth.

I smiled at her, and she leaned against her shoulder against the wall. The action casting more light on her beautiful face. We asked eachother meaningless questions. About her college and my training. I didn’t look away from her face while we spoke in quiet voices. But soon it was too much to take, and I drew in a breathe and told her that. She nodded silently, telling me that I should probably leave before anybody noticed my absence.

We said our goodbyes and I turned around, quickly descending the stairs. I mentally called myself a genius for wearing leather shoes that didn’t make any sound. I could feel her eyes following me all the way down. So when I finally stood facing the door that would take me away from her, I turned around to look at her one last time.