#i don't understand my mom's logic but she is trying her best

[azz4me]

hi queen how r u doing

-gun simp anon

Not fine. Not good. bad Bad BAD. I have a list of complains abt my life. On the past 4-5 days

I nearly got mauled by a Buffalo on my way to school.

My mom thought I was on depression beacuse I was listening to music with my headphones on, she learned that from facebook. And now I CAN'T FUCKING THE MUSIC ON IT'S FULL POTENTIAL!!!!

I lost my sketchbook INSIDE THE HOUSE which contains just a little, teenyweeny, nsfw art so I am just praying that my mom doesn't find it before me.

The results from the previous tests came out and more that 75% of the students failed SO WE ARE HAVING RE-TESTS AGAIN!!!!!

One of my friends got in a fight with a teacher so the tension is THICK at the class, I was to change my seat but I hate interacting with other people.

2 girls from the neighbourhood disappeared/ran away so I was lectured about it by my mother for 3 HOURS,IODLNVUV.

My wisdom teeth are appearing, my gums are fucking swollen, it fucking hurts, i fucking can't eat anything, and my mom just had to make one of my favorite snack today, fucking ugly crying rn.

I lost 12 bets in a arm wrestling with my friend. Fucking 12. How shitty is my luck.

I wanted to play a game i won't say the name and it costs money but I am broke so I spent my entire day today procastinating my work looking for a free version, which I did find in a suspicious looking website but turns out I just welcomed some new viruses on my pc...I did not get the game.

AND THE SNACKS I LIKED, THE PRICE WENT UP BY 5!!! THE OG PRICE WAS 5 BUT NOT THE PRICE BUMPED UP TO 10!!!!! A WHOLE FUCKING 5!! FOR 1 PIECE!!!!!! JUST FOR 1!!!!! IT WENT UP BY FIVE!!!!!! SO IF I WANT TO EAT 2 OF THEM, IWILL HAVE TO PAY 20!?!??! NOT 10!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKVAHCIKGAQGIF OOAWWBWIGBVWYRGFOIFCGRYI8GFORHFVO-

anyways how arey ou gun simp? :D

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 2

Part 2:

Tashi Duncan was a force. Everyone knew it. Everywhere Tashi went, a crowd of people gathered, seeking some form of contact with her. A brief conversation about her day, their day, the fucking weather. Just so they could say they talked to the Tashi Duncan. Liana hated her. She didn't hate her personally; she hated the fact that even at Stanford, everything revolved around tennis, and accordingly, everything revolved around Art Donaldson and his blonde curls. Art, who showed up at her dorm at unreasonable hours with a box of fries he didn't even eat but knew she liked, Art, who was at every party she attended, Art, who wouldn't stop babbling about Tashi Duncan. "Look, I just think she's not the right girl for him..." Right now, Art was lying on her bed, bouncing a ball while she was trying to finish a paper for her Intro to Economics class. "I don't understand why you're here..." she mumbled in response. Somewhere in the second week at Stanford, she had stopped fighting his presence. He refused to let go. Every scowl she sent his way only encouraged him to do stupid things like waiting for her after class to walk her to the cafeteria or calling her mom and casually asking if she knew why Liana stopped coming to his open practices (she never attended his practices anyway, the little shit was an unbearable liar who made her mom talk for half an hour about how you can't neglect friendships like the imaginary one between her and Art). "Because you didn't come to practice today. Again." He looked at her. "Are you back with James?" he asked casually. "You know his name is Jake," she rolled her eyes, realizing she'd been reading the same line for fifteen minutes and deciding to close her laptop. "Are you sure?" he asked with a half-smile, pleased that for the first time that evening, he had her attention. "Why do you care that Patrick and Tashi are together?" she asked. "I don't care. I just know Patrick, and you know Patrick-" "Do I?" she cut him off, causing him to squint for a second. "You know Patrick well enough to know how he treats girls. He doesn't take them seriously, and now he's with Tashi. He's going to mess her up and ruin her season." He shrugged, as if it was the most logical thing anyone had ever thought about his best friend. "Aren't you supposed to worry about Patrick's season, Art? Like the good friend you are?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Everything felt too charged with tension she couldn't figure out. "You didn't answer me about James. Are you back with him? He's kind of a loser," he changed the subject, not taking his eyes off her. "You're kind of a loser. Sitting in my room and whining about your best friend dating the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. Get over your crush and move on. Use your blonde hair to find a hookup instead of bothering me while I'm studying." She turned her back to him and opened her laptop again. "And no, I'm not back with Jake," she concluded the topic, not wanting to reopen the wound of that relationship. Certainly not with Art Donaldson, who had started moving towards the door, finally getting the hint.

Liana put Patrick on speaker while she searched for her earrings. She had promised Daria (the only friend she had managed to find so far) that she would go out with her to the bar across from the university, and they would try out their fake IDs. Liana was sure no one would believe she was 21, no matter how revealing the dress Daria forced her to wear, how much makeup she put on, or how high the heels she wore were. No one with eyes would believe she was old enough to buy alcohol. "The referee kept making mistakes. I think Marcus paid him off. His dad probably promised the guy a new Aston Martin if I lost." Patrick, who had been complaining for the last ten minutes about the terrible game he had today, continued talking while she tried to apply lipstick as straight as possible. "I don't know much about tennis, but that sounds exaggerated, Pat." Liana didn't know what to say to cheer him up. The truth was that since the season started and Patrick decided he was pursuing professional tennis, Liana didn't know how to support him. "I'm telling you, something was off there." He spoke, maybe to her, maybe trying to convince himself. "I think you should call Tashi or Art. they would understand better than me what went wrong..." she said, wiping off the lipstick, the bright color felt too much. Like she was trying too hard to draw attention to herself to show everyone she was pretending to be an adult. "Oh, if you think Tashi hasn't already called me and told me everything I did wrong in that game while reminding me of all the mistakes from the previous game, you're wrong." He answered. She recognized the bitterness in his voice. "That sounds like a healthy relationship. you should write a book." She tried to lighten the mood, again not knowing how to help him. She didn't know Tashi, only heard stories about her, and currently, they weren't great. "Art will just keep saying I should have taken the Stanford scholarship like him and be with you guys in the beautiful college bubble, drinking beer from a keg." He continued, ignoring the jab about his relationship. "Imagine how much fun you could have had with me at Stanford, Pat. I'm on my way to use my fake ID at a bar. In heels and everything." Liana tried to do everything she could to steer the conversation away from tennis. "Whoa, Liana Levi, breaking the law. Who would have believed we'd reach this moment? What's your fake name?" he laughed, which made Liana smile. Something about hearing Patrick so broken felt wrong to her. It didn't fit the curly-haired boy who always tried to make her laugh and include her in everything he did when she was around. "Amanda Jacobs," she replied. Silence fell on the line. "Amanda Jacobs like Amanda James who went to boarding school with me and Art?" Patrick asked, and she could hear the octaves in his voice change. She already knew he wouldn't let this go. "I had to come up with something on the spot. I panicked," she defended herself as his laughter slowly became the only thing she could hear. He couldn't see her right now, but it made her smile even more, even though it was at her expense. "Alright, Amanda, don't drink and drive. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He said after he calmed down. "Okay, Dad." She rolled her eyes. "You know I love it when you call me-" he couldn't finish the sentence because she hung up.

Art was sitting on her bed when she came back from the bar. Not only had her fake ID worked, but the bartender had also been hitting on Daria all night, so he kept pouring them free shots. It was safe to say Liana had never drunk that much alcohol in her life. "Am I imagining you?" she asked with utter seriousness. "What? No. I was waiting for you." He looked confused. "Are you drunk?" he asked the obvious while Liana tried to take off one of her heels and almost fell, causing Art to quickly get up and stand next to her so she could lean on him. "How did you get in here, Arthur?" she put her hands on her hips, causing him to look at her and flash his most charming smile. The kind that made all the girls melt. "Your dad gave me a key for emergencies," he said, without taking his eyes off her as he sat back on the bed and she approached him with clumsy steps, a little disappointed that taking off the heels didn't help her stability much. "Do you want to sit?" his tone was amused. He had never seen Liana so drunk. Almost every summer, they managed to sneak a few beers when Patrick came to visit. But it was never serious. "My dad gave you a key? You realize that's not normal, right? We need to talk about boundaries, Donaldson," she turned her head to him while he was already looking at her, just inches separating them as they sat next to each other on the bed. "Patrick told me you were going to a bar, something about a fake ID? wanted to see if you're ok" he said, not moving. A little afraid she'll be the one who suddenly moves away. He couldn't remember the last time Liana was this close to him. He didn't think she would ever get this close to him again. "Patrick is a snitch, and I'm not telling him anything anymore," she sighed and threw herself on the bed dramatically, spreading her arms, causing Art to do the same and land on her arm, closer than she would tolerate any other day. "I can't believe you didn't invite me. I'm disappointed," he tried to sound amused, but he was genuinely disappointed. By this point, he was sure she understood they were friends, that they were connected by such a strong bond that he sometimes doubted if he could ever unravel it. If he even wanted to unravel it. He just didn't understand how, while he saw her so clearly, she didn't see him at all. Sometimes he wondered if she even knew his name. Then he would see her in the crowd at one of his games, and the world calmed down; he always won when she was there. "You don't drink anyway," she noted quietly. The fatigue started to overcome her, and Liana's eyes closed on their own. "Hey, I do drink," he defended himself, even though they both knew he was lying. He tried to maintain his diet as correctly as possible, as fitting as possible for his athletic lifestyle. "I think Patrick is sad," she suddenly said, and Art felt his heart beating quickly. "How do you know?" he asked in a quiet, almost defeated voice. "Because when I talk to him, I'm sad too."

sooo, here's the second part. I think we're getting somewhere, but it's going to be a slow burn, so stick with me, I guess. I'm kinda clueless as to if you like it or not, so feel free to tell me what you're thinking ❤️

[userautumn]

this fandom is annoying me so i'm going to say this once and then fuck off back to my shows.

on the topic of eddie's parents: helena has always treated eddie like he is an unfit parent. both of his parents have, but helena especially has led that charge. yes, his parents love him. i do not doubt that. but i said some weeks ago that i think helena/ramon would have been much happier raising eddie and chris as siblings rather than letting eddie be a father, and i stand by that. throughout the narrative, they have indicated time and time again that they think his choices are wrong—from their unwillingness to accept shannon fully, to coming outright and saying they think eddie is on a downward spiral and that he's going to crash and burn and take christopher with him. this is not an "Evil Parents" buddie conspiracy theory, this is a canon fact.

at every opportunity, helena especially has been trying to pry christopher away from his father. this is also a canon fact. in 2x18, after shannon's funeral, she tried to get eddie to bring chris (and himself, but eddie was most definitely the afterthought in that conversation) back to texas. in 4x14, eddie says to buck that his parents will fight for custody. and while eddie's relationship with his father has changed since the early seasons, this is still very much so a recurring theme in their dynamic.

so it stands to reason that helena would feel gleeful, or satisfied, or maybe even triumphant over the fact that she's finally gotten what she wanted. again, this isn't a headcanon, this is just common sense. she's been wanting chris back in texas for years, and now she's finally gotten her wish. i mentioned earlier that eddie himself is an afterthought in the conversation of the diaz boys' return to texas, and this remains true. helena favors christopher over her own son. this is also a canon fact. in 8x1, she sees her son sitting on camera at the saddest looking birthday party anyone's ever seen, and her response is "oh well! better luck next time! bye!" she doesn't offer to call him back later. she doesn't even look sad that he's sad. she simply continues about her day like her child is not suffering.

now, i still firmly believe that helena diaz loves her son. but if she has empathy for her him and the struggles he's facing—and has faced—she has yet to express it. this is also, unfortunately, canon.

having said that.

christopher is a teenager. he is not a little boy anymore. it was cute when he took an uber to buck's house because his dad made him mad, but this is quite a different situation. we've talked ad nauseam about the kim/shannon of it all because the trauma and betrayal of that is significant. but there are layers here. because it's not just that christopher thought his mom was back from the dead, it's also that eddie did what he (in christopher's mind) does best—he messed up a good thing right as christopher was getting to enjoy it.

9-1-1 is designed so that we, the viewers, are able to empathize with eddie's struggles. we're adults so, on average, we know why he makes the choices he makes and we can, on some levels, relate to them. even if we don't agree, we can understand the logic behind these choices. but christopher does not have the luxury of adulthood. and, if you put yourself in his shoes, his entire life since coming to los angeles has been extraordinarily unstable. some of these things were obviously outside of eddie's control, such as the tsunami and his dad getting shot. but they still happened.

so now, he is this fourteen year old kid who has lived through trauma after trauma, all the while witnessing his dad try to put himself back together after a lifetime of pain. and one of those ways eddie tries to put himself back together is by dating again. first, he dates ana and, objectively, ana was the perfect choice. she was smart. she was beautiful. she was good with kids. she was latina, which his parents/dad would have approved of, and christopher liked her very much. but then, just as it's getting good and looking real, eddie breaks up with her. again, we, the viewers, know why he did what he did. he was having panic attacks at the mere thought of being with her. but if you're christopher it looks like dad is pulling the plug on a good thing for no reason.

same as when eddie leaves the 118. we, adults, know eddie is struggling. hell, even christopher knows eddie is struggling. but we can understand the depths of the layers here. christopher didn't/doesn't. all he knew/knows is that, not only did his dad leave behind his job/his family/his stability, he did all that and cited him as the reason for that decision. which is why christopher said, "i never asked you to [leave the 118]." so now we fast forward to the present and we have eddie and this thing with marisol. they go on family outings, she moves in, and all these things start to feel like permanence. they start to feel like eddie has finally maybe gotten himself on solid ground and can start to enjoy his life again, or maybe for the first time.

and then he goes and cheats on marisol. with christopher's dead mom.

so we can see the multiple layers of this situation.

eddie loves his son, christopher loves his dad, and eddie diaz is a good parent. i will stand by that to the day i die, and all of these things are overwhelmingly evident. but that doesn't change the fact that the most stable home christopher has ever known is the home he lived in with his grandparents. which is sad. it's really sad to say, because we know eddie has tried so hard for that boy in so many ways. as a single parent, raising his kid to the best of his ability was so much more a full-time job than he was prepared for. but he did it. he strapped in and did the work of two people and, in doing so, it became imperative that, above all else, he gave his son a safe place to land and didn't give him reasons not to trust him because, at the end of the day, eddie is the only parent christopher has.

but eddie's broken that trust. and now, he has to live with the consequences. but let's be clear, the consequences in question are christopher's absence. helena's satisfaction over having chris in texas is an enormous insult to painful injury that must be addressed by the narrative if they ever want me to like her or believe she has eddie's best interests at heart. but this situation, in typical 9-1-1 fashion, is one in which multiple things can be, and are, true at the same time.

but relative to the matter of christopher and what he's "allowed" to do? eddie's lucky his son is even taking his calls, and he knows that. so he's going to continue to do the work to earn that trust back because he's never done anything but put in 1000% for his son. and that is also a canon fact.

[thefunkyspoon]

Humans Are Weird: Synesthesia

Okay, here's another one. You know how some of us get vibes from numbers? Like 1 being green, and most multiples of 7 being a Wednesday. I think it would be rlly funny trying to explain it to an alien.

"JustcallmeQuince? I was looking at your chart, and... it says you can see colors, words, and even times to numbers??" The Wasllook questions, baffled by the idea. He had no idea what in the Zoleck that could even mean.

The human perks up, putting down her odd looking meal, supposedly called a "sandwich".

"Oh. Er, yeah. Why?" JustcallmeQuince responds, tilting her head and raising just one eyebrow; an odd movement that, in this scenario, most likely means she is confused. "Well, I don't understand it. Could you explain?"

She leans back in her seat, her expression fading away into a small smirk, and she does something quite odd. She...rolls her eyes? Why? What does that mean?? I decide not to question it, as human behaviors are so often irrational and weird.

"Okay, sure. So, it's basically when you correlate colors, times, dates, words, letters, and numbers to eachother. Like how 'A' is red." She explains, though it just makes me more confused. How does that work? Do all humans do that?

"But...the letter 'A' is not red."

"Yeah, but they're the same. Like how 42 is a tired mom."

I try my best to look like I'm getting it, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. "Uh-huh... and, all humans experience this?"

She shakes her head, apparently an action which means "no." "Not all. In fact, it can vary. Everyone has it at least to since extent, though. Like how the color red signifies danger, or caution," she shrugs, like it was common knowledge. I quickly write down the information in my notepad; this might be very important for later.

"Okay... and, you have it, I suppose?"

"Yeah. I have whole personalities, colors, letters, and times for letters. Do you get it now?"

Surprisingly, I actually did understand it better, though I probably would never really get it. Humans are just so...confusing. Their logic makes absolutely no sense. I nod, trying to copy the humans body language, and get out of my seat. I walk out of the office, to go report the information to my boss. All the while, I'm left in a state of confusion and disbelief. That sums up humans for you, I guess...

The End! Buh-bye <3

[youngsadlesbian]

LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX — carina deluca and maya bishop.

pairing: carina deluca x maya bishop x daughter!reader

summary: your moms catch you having an intimate conversation with your best friend.

a/n: i'm so obsessed with this two that i can't stop write about them lol. english is not my first language so i’m sorry for any mistakes, guys.

word count: 1k

warnings: talks about sex, maya being such a jealous mom, pure fluff and suggestive at the end.

You had been adopted by Maya and Carina at the age of three when your biological father died in a terrible fire, begging Maya to save you first. When she returned it was too late and your father was unrecognizable, practically charred. You had no living family members, so it was easy for the couple to try to get you legally adopted.

It took you a while to get used to the dynamics of a new family and it was difficult for you to leave them to go to school. Therapy helped with that, of course.

Maya and Carina were your favorite people in the universe and you felt like you could talk to them about everything. That is until you become a teenager and understand that not everything was a topic of conversation with your mothers.

Maya and Carina arrived home early that night and you didn't notice because you were totally absorbed in the conversation you were having with your best friend in video call.

"How does it feel to know you're going to kiss the girl of your dreams in your play?" Jojo, your best friend asked as she changed position on the bed.

It was funny, this difference in a possible future you had. When people asked your mothers what you would be when you grew up, they always answered artist without blinking. You were totally drawn to music and performing arts since childhood, it grew with you. The end of the year play would be Romeo and Juliet and you had been cast as Juliet, and the girl you had a crush on since grade school would play Romeo.

Biting your lip, you almost entered a world of your own before finally answering your best friend's question.

"I don't know, Jojo. Especially after the dream I had about her..." You closed your eyes and felt shivers run down your spine as you remembered the content of the dream. "I hate being a young girl in her fertile period and especially being forced to go through these things."

Your mothers would enter the kitchen until they understood the topic of conversation. They were pretty sure you didn't have an active sex life yet, but it wasn't like that was a recurring topic for you to talk about.

"Did you dream you were fucking her? Y/n, you slut!" Jojo screamed and started laughing hysterically. You thanked God your mothers weren't home at the time. That would clearly save you the shame.

"Yes... I was staring at her hands the whole time at school today, Jojo. She didn't understand anything." You huffed as you opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. "Have you ever felt so sexually frustrated that it felt like you were climbing the walls?"

Carina felt like laughing, because she used to be that kind of teenager when she was your age. Maya was so shocked and jealous that she couldn't even react. For her, you were still the three-year-old girl saved from a fire. She prepared for diaper changes and waking up at night with a sick child, even to talk about periods. But not about sex. This was driving her crazy.

"Yes, and that's why I got a hot boyfriend who's really good in bed." You looked disgusted. It was no secret even to your mothers that you had a preference for the female sex. It was never really exposed, but implied and logically never a problem for any of them.

"Should I get a girlfriend and fuck her into oblivion then?"

Maya couldn't help it and gasped loudly, making the noise scare you so much that you automatically widened your eyes and quickly said goodbye to your friend, turning off the video call.

"Mommies, I know you're there." Carina's head appeared at the kitchen door. She had a strange smile. Maya practically galloped into the kitchen as she futilely tried to control her breath.

She was snorting and had such an angry expression that you momentarily feared for your life.

"I assume you heard everything." You're done. "Look, I..."

"It's okay, bambina. You don't need to explain yourself. It's normal to feel, uh... Desires, you know? I... I..." You had never heard your mother stutter before, but you imagined it was difficult for her have that kind of conversation with you. "What I mean is, we were young once and we understand what you're going through right now. Just pick someone nice and use condoms."

"Or don't do it." Carina hit Maya. "What? She's still a baby."

"She's seventeen, Maya. You had sex with almost your entire school when you were that age." You laughed because you could actually imagine your mother being that kind of teenager. "Do you have any questions, bambina?"

"Mamma, I really don't know if I want to talk about sex with you. It's kind of traumatizing even though you're a gynecologist who specializes in orgasms and such."

Maya seemed frozen in a catatonic state, without having the slightest reaction.

"Honey, she knows what orgasms are." Carina kissed Maya's forehead affectionately, knowing that she would have to have a long talk with her wife later.

"Of course she knows, she had sex education class at school." Carina sat next to you and looked at you the same way she used to look at you and Maya every day for as long as you could remember. As if you were the center of her world. "Would you rather talk about this with Aunt Amelia, bambina?"

"I think that would be a good idea, mamma." You laid your head on her shoulder. "Thank you for not freaking out. I love you so much, mamma."

"We love you too, bambina."

Carina was happy that you shared at least part of this with her. She would just have to worry about talking to Maya later. Maybe talking wasn't exactly what she would do to convince her wife that sex was a good thing even at your age.

[dalekofchaos]

My thoughts on the Pricefield break up and why I think it's for the best

Now that the smoke cleared. Here's my take on the break up.

It's realistic. People change and people grow apart. Even Max and Chloe.

However. The reason for the break up they provided is bad writing.

Before I continue, apparently it was revealed that the reason for Chloe's omission was this was originally a Bay centric game only, The decision was a Zak Garriss decision before he left D9 and they refused to course correct to satisfy both endings. And Deck Nine's refusal to keep them together and the reasons why is terrible fucking writing.

"Chloe is a free spirit" and “she can't stay in one place for long”

You're not describing Chloe, you're not even describing Rachel. You're describing Cassidy from LIS 2.

Also. This one bit of Max's journal from the Bae timeline is not only cringe, but completely out of character for both Max and Chloe.

Not in Max's art style. Did they even PLAY LIS1? Max has her own unique art style.

What they chose to put in here is style over substance. Just because you can make hyperrealistic art, DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULD! Life Is Strange had a unique art style. There's something so charming about it's cartoonish art and has more appeal than the crap we've been spoonfed since D9 got their hands on the franchise.

And another thing is how Chloe talks. Joking about a three way(despite Chloe's a lesbian) it fetishises their sex life, Chloe acting possessive, toxic and joking about murder. You can clearly tell this was written by a man. Chloe has never called Max a bitch. She has never once claimed Max as hers. Not even in a BDSM way. She respects Max too much. Chloe wasn't even that possessive when Max answered Kate's call or told Warren she was on for going ape. "you're mine bitch" hahaha who wrote this shit? Cause that's not Chloe.

Not even when she was with Rachel was she like that. The writers are thinking of Cassidy, not Chloe. Chloe is like me in the sense that she loves deeply the people she's attached to.

Chloe is REALLY attached to the people she loves deeply because of her trauma of being left by the ones she loved.

To me it works because guilt, trauma and what happens after you survive, but your mother doesn't would really fuck a person up. You can try to make the relationship work and you can try to pretend everything is okay. But it's not. People grow up and people change. So realistically I can see Chloe ultimately realizing she can't continue the relationship, maybe Chloe talked to Steph, found out about Steph's mom/Drew and the guilt just consumed her and she just couldn't lie to herself anymore and chose to leave Max. And if we talk realistically, it is very obvious that such a decision as letting an ENTIRE community die, was not going to be a decision that would make a relationship last forever. It is just logic.

And honestly? Max and Chloe learning to survive without each other is a much more compelling story.

Max having to start over in Vermont because she has no one. Bae Max... is left with no one NO ONE, not Kate, not Warren, not Joyce, not even Victoria... and not even Chloe... she's ALONE! Her new life at that university is completely understandable.

But I can also see Max in this timeline coming terms of the guilt of her own decision. If Bay Max still struggles with sacrificing Chloe, I can't imagine the weight of the guilt that Bae Max struggles with. Her decision killed her friends, Joyce and at least 1000 people. Like you can say they are okay with each other, but it's not realistic.

And Chloe learning to live a life without Max, her family or Rachel. Getting her education, getting a job, setting her new life up, living off the grid and learning to cope via therapy and learning to be a better person.

Maybe they get back into contact eventually, try to get back together or at the very least try to be friends or part ways mutually.

I've learned the hard way that those old friendships don't always last. Things change, you drift apart and despite loving each other or things going wrong, you know it always won't work out and that's okay. That's life.

But in my honest petty opinion? This is karma. Before I continue I must preface my statement by saying not all Pricefield shippers, just the toxic ones.

Karma for having a fanbase acting like the biggest bullies in the world. Karma for victim blaming Rachel instead of her groomers. Karma for having a fanbase acting like the biggest whiny self-entitled brats that would make Dudley DUrsley go "wow, maybe 36 presents IS ENOUGH" karma for harassing Warren's voice actor to the point where he didn't appear at the Blackwell reunion nor was he mentioned. Karma for harassing Grahamfield shippers to the point where there is barely any content over the last fucking decade. Karma for flooding the Max/Warren ao3 tag with rape and murder fantasies and calling anyone who dares to like them together r-slurs and f-slurs. Like I'm sorry, I'm not trying to lump the whole fandom together, but when you harass me, my friends and harass Warren's and now Amanda's fucking voice actors over a fictional ship(Max and Chloe would hate these types of fans btw) sorry but not sorry.

You reap what you sow for acting like horrible bullies and believing a capitalistic company gave a shit about core spirit of LIS 1 and Max and Chloe as characters.

and The fact that some of ya'll can’t appreciate Max unless shes with Chloe says more than you could imagine if I'm honest

and at the end of the day, the fandom found more of a problem with Chloe's omission and Pricefield's breakup than Deck Nine cultivated a toxic work environment, rampant sexism, homophobia and transphobia and protected a fucking Nazi. Like how is Max and Chloe's break up MORE OFFENSIVE THAN PROTECTING A FUCKING NAZI???

Okay, rant over, just needed to get that off my chest.

It's clear this was a Max Bay centric game, but they were afraid of the backlash and kept up the suspense for as long as they could, now the cat is out of the bag. What they should have done was say "This is a continuation of the Bay timeline, if this does good we'll do a game about Max and Chloe in the Bae timeline." but they didn't and lied about respecting the endings.

I also feel like Ashly Burch being a SAG-AFTRA VA is mainly why Chloe's not in the game. SE doesn't want to do business with union actors and would rather reuse old voice lines or hire Rihanna than honor any of Ashly's requests.

Also? Max still hasn't learned anything. Max apparently formed another codependent relationship that she couldn't let go to the point where she's fucking up reality by creating yet another parallel world. Even in the bae timeline, Max choosing to use her powers to save someone she grew attached to, something that drove Chloe apart… That's bad writing.

I do think Max having a story to herself centered in the Bay timeline is a good idea, however. Making Max look unrecognizable, erasing Warren, Kate,(I literally just wanted to see Max and Warren Go Ape and Max and Kate having a fucking tea date) Victoria and anyone else from Arcadia Bay, Hannah not convincingly sounding like an older Max, the sterile change in art direction, turning a passion project to just "another franchise" and oh yeah keeping A FUCKING NAZI employed for a franchise that is supposedly a diverse celebration of queer people and POC. Prevents me from enjoying what would be the next chapter in Max's life.

At this point I just want the franchise to crash and burn with Deck Nine and Square Enix's terrible decision making. Not really respecting either ending, erasing the importance of Warren, Kate, Victoria, and Joyce, removing Chloe and not giving us the chance to save Rachel. Just a copy paste of LIS 1 in a more boring whodunit with forced love interests instead of giving us more time with Chloe or Warren. and oh yeah, PROTECTING A FUCKING NAZI!

I hope SE/D9's greed kills the franchise.

[spinji]

Do you have any idea why Nana continued to dehumanize Shigaraki after learning that her murderer groomed him to be evil?

I think what a lot of people don't get with the whole "you might have to kill Shigaraki" thing is that Nana (and Torino by extension) aren't removing his autonomy when they say that.

At a certain point, it doesn't matter who's fault it is for turning someone into a villian. The entire purpose of Deku's rematch with Muscular is to make it clear that some people aren't going to stop destroying things and hurting people by talking about their abusive dad or their dead mom or whatever tragic circumstances led them here.

Tomura has also reached a similar point, refusing to compromise on his goal to destroy the causes of his suffering. That includes both All for One and the society that left him to rot. AFO meticulously planned a lot of Tenko’s misfortune but he didn't manipulate the strangers that passed him on the street. He didn't create that feeling of abandonment, only pointed it in the wrong direction. Tomura not making this choice for himself because he was groomed genuinely doesn't matter anymore because these are his choices now. He's shown multiple times to understand that AFO is using him against All Might and for his own ends, but he doesn't try to get away and turn to the heroes; he tries to get away so he can be a villian on his own terms.

It's easy to forget, since he's the protagonist, but Izuku's optimism about saving the crying boy at the core of who Tomura is, is a massive outlier and his leaps in logic aren't always solid. Nana is very callous when she talks about it, my personal guess is it's because she's still not fully willing to face her sense of guilt that her attempt to save her son from AFO led to the creation and abuse of Tomura. But she is still correct, regardless of what pain lingers inside Tomura, it is too late to help him.

Even when Izuku reaches his hand to Tenko when he is at his absolute most vulnerable, he maintains his loyalty to the league. He's been cast from society for so long that there's nothing that can convince him to stop. He would rather die destorying than live in a world he couldn't change.

In fact most of the major deaths in the league maintain this theme. Twice would rather die fighting than let his friends get screwed over by his own shortcomings again. Toga would rather die a free girl that lived as she pleased than fall in line with society. The heroes didn't choose to kill any of them from the outset, they could have gone quietly at any time to save their own skin, but their cause was more important.

This is what Nana means when she maintains that Shigaraki dying is a possiblity that needs to stay on the table, because he won't allow anything that isn't victory or death. It's tragic but I think it helps convey the message that the ending wants to, that change in how we treat the strange and disparaged doesn't just need to happen, but it needs to happen sooner. You can't just wait until a villian tries to blow up the country to try and help them, you need to give that kindness to everyone before those villians can even exist.

Sorry this got off topic because I really hate how people simplify the ending as bad writing when to me it seems really obvious that Horikoshi was going for a bittersweet ending with the league. They did destroy society but didn't live long enough to see what it rebuit into because even trust in one person trying to save them isn't enough when you're this far gone.

Either way, Horikoshi's writing style leads to a lot of necessary intuiting about the characters to actually understand the motivations for how they act. I think Nana ends up being a particularly rough victim of this because her stoicism and blunt attitude is very obviously supposed to be a front.

She opened herself up to others and All for One killed her loved ones, so she guards her heart the best she can to avoid showing more weaknesses. She does feel like a failure to her legacy; she never fully believes she made the right choices regarding Kotaro or Tomura. But if she cracks then not only is she done but AFO will make it his duty to twist the knife and hurt the people she cried for too.

She's a contrast to Izuku serving as a cautionary what-if scenario if Izuku's big open heart just makes more people targets by association (which it does!). She's not entirely right when she calls Tomura a monster but she isn't being entirely honest with herself either.

[quixotin]

Thoughts on NATLA so far (up to ep 5)

I'm really loving it!!! There are some parts where the pacing gets a bit slow but it makes up by hitting you out of left field with the feels.

Episode 4 is my favorite so far.

I absolutely LOVED this rendition of Sukka. What bisexual disasters, the pair of them.

ON THE FIRE NATION:

I absolutely LOVE the background story on the fire nation family, particularly the bond between zuko and iroh. It is presented completely different than in the OG, since the 'show don’t tell' of the original happens in Book 2 and here they use flashbacks, but it works. Still ended with me in waterworks. Also, I understand the logic behind showing all of the cards from the very get-go being that Netflix can cancel the show before it is renewed for another season, so it needed to make the best impression possible, show all the stakes but not reveal them in ther completion. I think they did that very well so far.

ZUKO IS SO AWKWARD I LOVE HIM

his expressions and reactions are just peak comedy. He is the embodiment of "😫😟" and I love that for him.

Dallas' performance is definitely one of my highlights.

ON KATARA AND SOKKA:

The thing that is the most foreign to me so far is the decision to improve Sokka's emotional stakes at the expense of Katara's. I like it but this has to be the element where the adaptation departs the most from the og. Like, in the cartoon it is Katara who bears the brunt of the responsibility taking care of the water tribe and her brother, which is why Sokka's sexism as a character flaw worked there. I can see now why they chose to drop that. With the script flipped like this, with Sokka being the main caretaker and provider between him and Katara, making him stay sexist would've been a bit too much. It is very different, but I like how they flipped the script between them.

What I did not like about this flip is that the change seems to affect Katara's character for the worse. She is not as outspoken or short-tempered as she was in the cartoon. It's almost the complete opposite. But I can definitely see the shyness and insecurity being the deliberate starting point of her arc. Now in ep 5, you can see her becoming more confident both in personality and bending. I think this was a conscious decision, but I still wish she had been written to be more headstrong from the very beginning.

That being said, I really appreciate how different the dynamic between Sokka and Katara is. I love how Katara is trying to get her independence while Sokka is still caught on the fact he has to be her protector, almost parent figure, which is a cool change of pace. One of the things that kinda bothered me as a young girl watching Avatar was that Katara was always stuck being the mom and sort of getting teased for it despite the fact no one else could or wanted to step up to that responsibility. It's cool to see Sokka bearing that responsibility as the eldest in the adaptation.

ON THE BLATANTLY MISSING KATAANG

You know, I don't hate this change. Aang and Katara's interactions are still pretty wholesome, and once they start catching feelings for each other, it will be super cute because you see where the love is truly coming from. It's not just Aang's childhood crush/Katara's "destiny", as it was presented it the cartoon. Besides it would have looked a little weird, considering that the age gap between Gordon and Kiawentiio is way more obvious on screen than it is right now when you see the interviews with the cast, because that kid Gordon is growing up SO fast.

OVERALL:

I am enjoying it very much! The adaptation is excellent. Despite some changes being quite big, they managed to capture most of the show's essence. I do believe it could have benefitted from a bit more balance between the comedy and the seriousness, particularly when it comes to Aang because he is mostly just weighted down by his responsibility in the adaptation, I don't see him joke as much, but in general and all limitations considered, I think they did an excellent job! It won't be for everyone, for sure, but I can say it has managed to bring back that feeling of watching the show for the first time again on some parts :)

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

pairing: aemond targaryen x daemon's daughter!oc (dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au)

summary: aemond and alyssa's engagement comes to an end.

warnings: some swearing but most of it is just really funny

author's note: I AM BACK!!!! still trying to hurry my writing but i'm taking slow steps. i enjoyed every moment of writing this, even tho it took me days to finish it and is not even that long. anyway, here's more alymond for y'all but we're so close to the end

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Princess Alyssa rejoiced the little times where she took her beloved Starblaze to fly upon King's Landing. She thought the skies were the best place to think, as they were silent, peaceful, and had a beautiful view. Certainly, the perfect place to clear and unwind her thoughts, out of everyone's sight.

There, she had a safe space to think about what her time with Aemond actually meant. Their first kiss, the late meetings at the library, the slight touches, and the not so slight way he touched her at the whorehouse... During the dawn, she purred his name with her body and voice. Now it seems that's the only word slipping out of her mouth; Aemond... A murmur, soft and warm, that her vocal chords vibrate like the finest harp ready to play the melody of his name.

Alyssa knew love. She had the most loving family someone could ask for. She loved her parents and her siblings, in a way she would do anything for them. Die for them, kill for them. And then she asked herself: "Would I do that for Aemond?" . The answer was scary, but it helped her to understand why she felt the way she did.

Tired enough from the wind in her hair and the view from above, she flew back to the dragonpit and landed on the ground, where her youngest brother, Maegon, waited for her. He carried his signature serious face, but a little smirk lied in his lips.

"Good morrow, brother. Kinda early to start bothering me, don't you think?" The princess teased.

He scoffed at her pestering, "If you don't want to hear what I have to say, I might as well return to the Keep."

"What brings you to my encounter, Maegon?" Alyssa cocked a curious eyebrow, walking by his side towards the horses.

"If you hadn't skipped breakfast with your family today, you would know that mother and father were notified that a certain princess was seen at the Street of Silk during the late hours, in the company of a certain one-eyed prince." Maegon acknowledged.

Alyssa turned slowly to her brother, and tried not to show any trait of emotion. He may know some of the story, but she wouldn't give everything away so easily.

"What is to happen now?" She thought being rational is the best way to deal with the situation.

"The small council will reunite this morning, if not already, and they called our parents to be part of it too. Father demanded Aemond to be brought to the meeting." Maegon hopped on his own horse, watching his sister do the same to hers "If you want to know my logical opinion, I think Alicent will marry Aemond off to some lady, probably one of the Baratheon girls. And father will send you away so this gossip won't ruin you."

She knew he was right. This was probably going to happen and she needed to act fast and do something about it until it was too late.

The doors to the small council chambers opened, and the One Eye Prince was tossed into it. Criston tossed his eyepatch beside him, and Aemond took it to cover his sapphire-eye, before standing up in his glorious form to stare at the people in the room. The whole small council, along with his mother and grandsire, uncle and aunt were there. But unfortunately, the only person not opposed to his marriage with Alyssa was his father, the King, who now rested in his chambers as a sick man. And without Viserys, Aemond relied only on Daemon's will to not see his daughter dishonored. His plan on making his uncle give him Alyssa's hand had flaws, but the chances to fail were almost the same amount as the chances of turning it just right.

"Must I be awakened in such an outrageous way!? I'm not a dog who can be mistreated without doing anything about it!" Aemond sneared.

"You're fucking lucky I wasn't the one who woke you up with my sword in your throat, boy!" Daemon growled, as you placed a calming hand in his chest.

Daemon was there to defend his daughter's honor, and you were there to do the same as well, but also to keep your husband from murdering his nephew in front of everyone and condemning himself to death. Luckily, taming Daemon was your speciality, so you did manipulate him into leaving Dark Sister in your shared chambers, so he could be a lesser threat to one's life.

"You are all here so we can discuss the matter of Prince Aemond and Princess Alyssa's engagement. Prince Daemon is representing his daughter, who after her getaway during the hour of the owl, left early this morning to ride on dragonback." Otto acknowledged with disdain.

"There is nothing to discuss, really." Aemond shrugged, paying no attention to the gasps coming from the council.

"There's nothing to discuss? My daughter was seen in a pleasure house! This could ruin her reputation!" You said indignantly.

"And whose fault is it? Your daughter seduced my son to flee her out of the Keep during the middle of the night! Do not try to blame Aemond for the princess' promiscuity!" Queen Alicent replied with ferocity.

Daemon gave one menacing step towards the council table, "Are you calling my daughter a whore?" he hissed in a slight threat.

"She never seduced me, or asked me to sneak her out of the Keep, mother," Aemond confessed.

"So you forced her!?" Daemon roared.

The One-eye Prince smirked, "She, however, did ask me how does a woman come to be with child. I made sure to show her every bit of it. And... I do remember my sweet cousin pleading me for more."

"You bastard!" Daemon yelled, advancing towards his nephew, but not fast enough for you not to put yourself in front of him.

"Stop! This is not the time, pull yourself together." You hissed for his ears only, watching his dilated nostrils huffling in anger up to you.

"I think it is important to remember that the engagement was of King Viserys' will. He forbade Princess Alyssa from marrying someone other than Prince Aemond. It is to his liking for this marriage to happen." Tyland Lannister was the first one from the council table to share his opinion.

"The King is not here. I'm the one representing his grace's will, and Queen Alicent will have her voice heard as well." Otto declared

"This meeting shouldn't be happening without Alyssa. Her voice is the one to be heard, not my mother's nor her parents'. She wouldn't be opposed to our marriage." Aemond groaned, pacing restlessly around the room.

"I think it is proven that our daughter can't make good decisions, so we will be doing that for her." You mumbled, still stuck to Daemon's arm like a leech.

But the doors suddenly opened, and the members of the small council got up from their chairs to bow. King Viserys entered the room, leaning on one of Princess Alyssa's arms, while his other hand held on a cane. The Queen did nothing to hide her furious face, while you and Daemon stared quite impressed that your daughter had the courage to bother her sick uncle. Aemond, amazed and impressed, stared at the princess with his mouth partly opened, as the girl leered to everyone's reaction.

Alicent got up from the middle seat, giving the Targaryen King his rightful place. Viserys let go of Alyssa, leaning on his cane and sitting on his chair, as the council followed his move and everyone sat down again.

"I would like to start this by asking, why in the Seven Hells did Daemon Junior invade my chambers and demanded my presence at this meeting?" Viserys spoke, hoarsely but clear.

"Did the Princess not tell you the reason of the council meeting, my King?" Sitting at the left side of the table, Grand Maester Orwyle questioned.

Viserys snickered humorless, "Oh, she did. What I don't understand is what there is to discuss. Aemond and Alyssa have been betrothed for years, and now that they finally agreed on getting on with their engagement, you are all trying to stop them? Did you forget the betrothal was my wish in the first place?"

"Do not make yourself a fool, brother. It was never my wish for the marriage to happen. I told you a million times, my daughter will not marry that unhinged son of yours." Daemon retorted.

"It is up to her to decide that, Daemon. She did not come for me for nothing." Viserys grinned gently, glancing at his niece.

Every stare in the room turned to the princess, including Aemond's, who admired her figure as one single braid of her long silver hair leaned down her shoulder, and how the tight ringmail suited her body and showed off her curves. That girl was anything but a lady.

“Recently, I have discovered a friend in Aemond. We have shared moments and secrets during late nights at our favorite spot. Memories that I do not want to pretend didn't happen. I do not wish to refuse a marriage where knowledge won't be denied of me.” Alyssa confessed, sighing as the weight of the truth left her shoulders. “I am very sorry to bother you, uncle, but without you I know the Queen would marry Aemond to someone else, while father would certainly ship me off to Dragonstone to avoid my ruin.”

The room went silent. Daemon tried to deal with his own internalized anger, while you stared at your daughter with pride. Alicent sighed, defeated, and Aemond chuckled, finding humor in the princess' words.

"Was I that good?" He smirked.

"I'm going to kill him!" Daemon advanced two steps towards his nephew, and you once more stood in front of him.

"Daemon, no!" You, Viserys and Otto yelled at the same time.

"Stop this madness otherwise I'll ask Ser Criston to take you out of here!" Queen Alicent spoke.

Daemon squinted at the Queen, "I would like to see him try."

"This matter is finished! You should start discussing the marriage arrangements. I do not know if I'll live enough to see another child of mine having a marriage ceremony. This calls for a huge celebration, that’s what they deserve." Viserys spoke, looking at his council and then at his son, "The only thing I ever wanted was to see you happy, Aemond."

Aemond nodded. Feeling a little nauseous, to Alicent’s orders The King left the room being carried away in his chair. After his presence was gone, so was the brief moment of peace between the council.

"They will have a valyrian wedding!" Daemon declared, knowing very well his sister-in-law would be opposed to his idea.

The Queen groaned, "My son was baptized by the Faith! They will have a wedding blessed by the High Septon and the Gods!"

"It is our wedding, shouldn't Aemond and I-" Alyssa tried to speak, but was easily cut out by her father.

"Your son is a valyrian and so is my daughter. They will wed in our traditions." Daemon insisted.

"We could have two weddings, I don't care! A huge celebration, expansive feasts... It doesn't matter. All I want is her." Aemond smugly smiled to his cousin, who he took in his arms and accepted her passionate kiss.

Alyssa caressed the skin of his face with her thumb, while her lips tasted the warmth of Aemond's. Daemon and Alicent groaned loudly asking themselves where they got wrong with their children.

"We shall have a small valyrian ceremony at Dragonstone, and one ceremony blessed by the High Septon here. It is decided." Sounding just like he remembered, Alyssa purred to Aemond’s ears, finishing the second matter of the marriage discussions.

[sgiandubh]

Good morning! I don't remember exactly when, but a short time ago Marple had an anon 'good friend of Valbonesi' come over - I believe someone on our side of the fence commented on the unlikelihood.

Well then… I found myself thinking about the subject after I saw Valbos participating more actively in the weekend's events. A few days ago he announced that coaches and members of his gym would participate in Hyrox and, during the event, he gave us that naughty confirmation about the backpack with a video with details about it.

Do you know if he's ever been involved like this before? https://www.instagram.com/p/C35yV6NMyeF/?igsh=MWlvajZmdmdxYjdtag== https://www.instagram.com/reel/C4B4QxtsqiE/?igsh=MWNjcm5ocm1jNTNqNw==

Dear Valbo Anon,

This guy has been onboard the MPC project probably since Day 1 and now everybody is scratching their head and looking for conspiracy, when it's just about normal (even expected!) promo?

It is absolutely logical to see Coach Valbo showing off one of the main (and rather expensive!) MPC merchandise pieces currently on offer, in order to boost sales. We should not be paranoid and look for anything else. This is all that is, nothing more.

I have to confess I have no idea about the reason why you might even ask 'if he's been involved like this before', other than trying to link this to Scottish Xena, the newest side player on the block.

Connecting the two backpacks looks completely unnecessary to me. Prior to launching her online business (probably currently not based in the UK, her two UK registered companies, based in Falkirk, are dissolved since March 7, 2023 and their 1 £ capital each are automatically deemed as bona vacantia of the Crown - 😎), she has worked as a Personal Trainer for about seven years in gyms and fitness clubs all around Scotland (according to her own statements). I bet she knows all of the girls and guys in that world and that includes Valbo, Alex Viada, you name it.

Also (and sorry for the long answer), expect luxurious fanfic about her, too. There are several podcasts she's done over the last five or six years, where she abundantly hints at her life, her son, her struggles. And let me tell you something, Anon: this woman is a good mother, who proudly wears her son's initial as a necklace. She is a single mom who tries her best and there is absolutely nothing hinting to her looking for romance, let alone a hidden one, Notting Hill style. I am sure real shippers will never harass her (as they never harassed anybody, FFS!) and if I can do something about it, I will. I was raised by a single/divorced mom, too and I know one when I see one. She doesn't need to be Virginia Woolf, or something, to have my respect - and the best way to respect her is to leave her be and stop this shitty connection game immediately.

I am sure you understand. With this, that topic is closed. If you need more minute detail, you know where to look for it (Marple, who?).

[therealnightcity]

[Subject Interview: Ares]

NICKNAME: Ares is a nickname, actually. My full name is Arisa, but it's only ever that when I'm in trouble for something.

GENDER: Female

STAR SIGN: I'm a Tarus. (Bet you thought I was going to say Aries huh?) It says I'm dependable, and logical but also stubborn and set in my ways. I hope I'm the first, but I don't think I'm that stubborn, unless it's something that matters a lot. And that I'm attracted to people who make me feel safe and comfortable. I don't know who wrote this, but 'safe' isn't exactly in plentiful supply in Night City, or the Badlands.

HEIGHT: 6'3, (or 191cm for those of you across the pond)

ORIENTATION: Women please, not that I have anything again men. They're just not for me, thanks.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: I was born in the Badlands, but my mom was from Brazil, and my dad was Japanese. I never met him, he ran off before I was born. I never met him and yeah I wonder what he was like, but if he was a nice person, he'd have stuck around. I have two amazing mom's though, and I can't complain.

FAVE FRUIT: I love cantaloupe! Dakota grows these melons that are the best thing I've ever tasted. Watermelon too! Or cactus fruit (but its's even better as liquor, at least till the next morning.)

FAVE SEASON: Spring is my favorite--when it starts to get a little warmer, and the flowers start peeking out again. Everyone makes the Badlands sound like it's devoid of life, but they've never been to the places where the wildflowers have been growing back.

FAVE FLOWER: I've always liked California Fuchsia. It has these little red flowers, and soft green leaves, that look like they're brushed with frost. I try to take a sprig home with me when I find it.

FAVE SCENT: It'd have to be campfire smoke. Always reminds me of summer nights, and the smell of something good roasting over the coals. I also love the smell of oil--I'm sure it's not good for me, but it's familiar, and there's comfort in that.

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee for me, no milk or sugar, and preferably over a campfire.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: I try to get at least 8, but let's be honest, that's a goal and not a given.

DOG OR CAT PERSON: Dogs for me! Not that I don't like cats, but I've always grown up with dogs. I have two, Luna and Jiji (who's the size of a cat anyway, so I think he counts.)

DREAM TRIP: I'd love to go back to Colorado. We traveled through the area when I was younger, and I've always wanted to stay longer. Or further up the coast would be nice too. Anywhere with nature, or open spaces. The cities have always been a little too much.

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER POET: I can't pick a single character (there's too many I like) so you get my favorite poet instad. I love Jack Kerouac--there's this passage--

“As I was hiking down the mountain with my pack I turned and knelt on the trail and said ‘Thank you, shack.’ Then I added ‘Blah,’ with a little grin, because I knew that shack and that mountain would understand what that meant, and turned and went on down the trail back to this world.”

I don't know what his world was like, but I wish I could have seen it. One with "beautiful blue sunshine sky" or "hundreds of miles of pure snow-covered rocks and virgin lakes and high timber".

NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH: I sleep with one, if the dogs don't steal it in the middle of the night.

RANDOM FACT: I know how to fly a plane! Not a big one, but my mom taught me. She's...a little weird about it when you ask her where she learned, but people have their secrets, I guess.

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Happy to talk again, if you ever feel like it. Sure you don't want a drink? I think I have a couple beers if you've got a while.

[dendenp3]

HELLO AND GOOD EVENING.

Since I am unmedicated (again yay) and unable to finesse some IC post, I'm gonna subject you all to my insane ramblings about my baby Usopp.

Brought to you by Nadia encouraging my bs.

Quick TLDR; Usopp is incredibly important to the crew, emotial and tatical support wise, and arguably the sweetest, and I am baffled and flabbergahsted when people call him useless and a coward. It upsets me.

OK SO. I've said this before on my old blog, I'm sure. But I'm restless and fidgety and my ipad is dying so HERE WE ARE.

I cannot, for the life of me, STAND the 'Usopp is useless' hot takes. You are WRONG and you should be ASHAMED.

Now, that doesn't mean I don't understand why his initial immediate jump to running away or suggesting as such would get annoying. It's a bit, and a repetative one, but certainly doesn't qualify him as a useless coward. If he truly was, Luffy would NOT even try to tolerate his ass.

I will argue till my dying breath that Usopp is meant to be SUPPORT. He's not going to have extremely strong physical attacks or anything OVERLY flashy outside of his pop greens. That's not his goddamn job. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Jimbei are more than enough muscle, Franky too.

Usopp's job is, and always been emotional support, and filling in where there is lack. He is the self-preservation of the crew, and his entire job is to make sure these assholes don't get too out of wack and fall apart or run into something too hastily. Not always with logic, but at least with common damn sense a lot of the time.

And there's evidence of this even before he becomes apart of the crew. Since his mom died, he's been lonely, of course. And has had to essentially live his life just trying to make it to the next day, taking care of himself, his village, and justr trying to survive. But that never turned him bitter. He never became cold hearted to people, even when the townsfolk yelled at him and shooed him off. He never hated anyone, harmed anyone, or looked down on them. He's always been gently uplifing and taking care of everyone.

The Usopp Pirates were basically like his siblings. He taught them to be strong and protect themselves and each other. He was Kaya's seemingly only friend, checking in on her, visiting when he knew he wasn't welcome by the staff or the town, telling her stories to make her laugh and feel like she could live another day despite being horridly sick.

(He also repaired the merry, completely self taught mind you, when they had no shipwrght. Mostly on his own. For MONTHS. AND made Nami's climatact, the old and new one! And his own weapons!! AND THESE WEIRD ASS PLANTS HE LEARNED TO BREED HELLO??)

He's arguably JUST as kind as Sanji, if not second place. He's just not physically feeding people. He's giving them his time, his care, his energy. When Robin was on the train, he was one of the FIRST to get to her. And he immedately tried to help her, to get her to understand just how much he believed in Luffy, and how she should too. That she was also deeply loved, even if she couldn't see it.

He recognized she was making the same mistake he was, believing he wasn't worth saving or having around. He regrets his actions directly after the fight with Luffy, and is painfully aware how much he fucked up. But not once does he genuinely speak bad about Luffy once he wasn't upset anymore. He talked Luffy up, said to rely on him and his friends, that they're good people and that Robin is too. He also didn't really badmouth Franky for long, if at all despite being the one to steal the money and spend it, beating him up in the process.

And when it comes to the individual relationships he has, he's so clearly loved and appreciated. He's Nami's best friend, they gossip and joke and have one of the sweetest Male and Female relationships I've seen. And its so natural. They rely on each other, confide in each other, get scared together, stand together, encourage each other. Like hello?? Nami was SO stoked to see Usopp post time-skip!!!

Luffy and Usopp get on like a house on fire, that is undeniable. Their friendship is so unbelievably easy and they just click, partly due to being the same age. The like bugs and robots and adventure, they're goofy and rediculous and get themselves into trouble. It's why Water 7 hits so hard because for the first time, they're ENTIRELY not on the same wavelength. And Usopp was so HURT by that, by Luffy not understanding how important this was. They were teens who are bad at communicating, its not surprising that they fell out so explosively.

Sanji and Usopp seem to have a lot in common, being the more emotionally driven boys who have some interests in more 'feminine' things like cooking and art. Sanji was Usopp's #1 fucking defender pre-timeskip, especially in Water 7/Enies Lobby. He and Chopper (who is like Usopp and Luffy's little brother at this point) constantly wanted to check on Usopp and make sure he was aware of the incoming storm. Beat the fuck out of Franky for his role in the whole mess, even when Usopp didn't hold any grudge much by then.

Zoro and Usopp are slightly more complicated, with Zoro being less outwardly emotional. But that doesn't mean he doesn't care about Usopp or enjoy his company. Zoro was just as goofy as Luffy and Usopp plenty of times, and that's his drinking buddy. During Water 7, he was the harshest, but that's because he knew better than anyone at the time how pirates worked, besides maybe Robin. He knew that while Usopp wasn't wrong in his feelings as a person and friend, his actions in terms of the pirate heirachy was entirely wrong, and no one was taking it seriously. His job is to protect everyone and make sure things run smoothly (i say this loosely) when the captain can't. He knew they weren't ready. And things were starting to get serious. But through it all, he admits to wanting Usopp back just as much as everyone else, that he does care and views him as a friend.

And people say he's not loyal bc he runs away or tells nami to lie. But motherfucker he's trying to make sure EVERYONE LIVES. His job is being the crew's SELF-PRESERVATION. The voice of reason almost!! He's here to make sure we can live to fight another goddamn day without getting out skulls caved in by a raging dinosar lady!!! Maybe let's not go in to the VERY CLEARLY scary ass woods/ship with Actual Genuine Zombies??? Hello??? And ghosts and shit?? Like he's just saying the obvious because he knows Luffy's gonna run in head first ANYWAY and just wants to keep everyone alive!!

And then, emotional shenanigans aside, Usopp's attacks are not meant to be flashy, or have crazy impact. He is a SNIPER. Snipers are tactitions, they stay in the back, at a semi-fixed vantage point to clear out dangerous enemies so that the team can push forward and win. His time in Dresrossa proved that easily! Yeah, the thing with sugar the first time was haha comedic gag, but to calculate from not only thousands of miles at a distance, but at something higher up, and behind a barrier, effectively making him blind until he unlocked his observation haki, is fucking insane!!! But where has he been since?? SMACK in the middle of the fight, where he's least skilled and least able to plan attacks as flashy and cool as that one.

For fuck's sake this man is SUPPORT!!! **SUPPORT**!! He's not useless just because he's nto front line!!! Give this man his goddamn flowers hes a jack of all trades and a master of a few of em!!! And he's so fucking sweet!!!

The weapons, the boat maintanence, the care, the support, the fact that he never fucking misses, AND THE FACT HE STANDS ON BUSINESS NO MATTER HOW TERRIFIED HE IS!!!!

GIVE USOPP HIS GODDAMN FLOWERS HES SO IMPORTANT!!

[sleepytime-fics]

Whatever You Do, Don't Get Attached - Chapter 2

Warnings: N/A

Summary: You just wanted to get through the day. Why did your friends dare everyone to try that fruit?

Maybe it had chemicals that made you hallucinate. Yeah, that has to be right. There's no way that you're in a kids show about mutant turtle teens that just so happen to be trained in ninjitsu. Yeah. Definitely.

But life liked to throw curveballs at you. And now you're stuck. Now all you have to do is not get attached. Because they're not real.

And maybe.... You're not real anymore, either...

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To say you were lucky was an inexcusable understatement.

As it turns out, being literally knocked out would leave you with some pretty shitty side effects afterwards. Without your phone, and handy dandy Google to use, you didn't know exactly what to expect after you were knocked out for who knows how long. You just had a feeling you were incredibly lucky that you only got a headache from that. Cartoon logic, you guess.

You're currently sitting at the dinner table, chowing down on the once again delicious food that Parker made. Dale was sitting across from you, quickly finishing up his homework while eating.

As you finish your meal, Parker comes out of her tiny bedroom and hands you your school bag, ready full of everything you'll need.

"Oh! Thank you, Parker!" You say, surprised that she put your stuff together. But you really shouldn't be surprised, this is Parker you're talking to after all.

"Oh it was really no problem, dear! School is important, you know, and I just want you to have the best opportunity possible!" Parker tells you with a smile, "Speaking of which, you two better be off to school now! You don't want to be late, would you?"

Dale nods as he quickly stuffs his homework into his bag, and you put on your bag, ready to go.

"Have fun you two! Bye bye!" Parker calls as you two leave the apartment.

"See ya, Parker!" You reply.

"Bye mom! Love you!" Dale adds. You close the door behind you, and both you and Dale begin to walk down the stairwell.

"So, are you excited?" Dale asks you, smiling, "It'll be nice to be able to show you around!"

You nod, "I'm sure school will be fine." You say.

"Oh! There's some people I gotta introduce you to! Like this one girl, her name is April, and she's so cool! She always speaks her mind…"

You begin to tune Dale out unconsciously as you board the subway, nervously waiting to arrive at the school as you get closer and closer to being late. You watch as people go on and off the subway, both confused and amazed that these people seem to just know the subway system like the back of their hands.

Dale continues to chat with you as you finally get off the subway, and make your way to the school. Just like the other day, it seemed just… too clean to be an actual high school. Holding in a small breath, you and Dale enter the school.

Your first impression is strange to say the least. The halls were busy, but not in a bad way. Some students were leaning against a wall, doing stuff on their phones, some were getting stuff from their lockers, and the rest were just walking in the halls. They were all walking at a normal pace too, even the talkers!

You take a glance at Dale, and he seems to get the idea. He tells you to follow him, and you both head over to the guidance counselor's office. Dale had to leave rather quickly though, since he had his classes and all that. Gulping, you walk up to the counselor.

"Hello sir! I uhm… I'm new here and I need my schedule..?" You say, a bit nervous. The counselor perks up, and immediately begins shuffling through his desk drawers.

"Ah yes… what's your name again?" He asks, and you tell him. He nods, pulling out a few sheets of paper.

"So this is your schedule, and it's rather simple to understand! The first number represents the floor number, and the next numbers are one through one hundred going north to south on the building!" He explains with a smile, handing the papers to you. The papers included some class syllabuses, bell schedules, and a map of the school. Before you knew it, you were standing outside his office with a bright orange pass and only the hope to find your way.

…

Cartoon school was absolutely nothing like normal school.

Sure, yeah, they did try to teach you stuff, but it was just… too easy, in your humble opinion.

For example, in English you had to write a 500 word paper all class. The prompt? How English is used everyday. You were shocked, and was left wondering how this school even functioned at all.

At lunch, they served you literal slop. You gagged at it, and sat next to Dale to immediately pick at the pile of mush. Not only that, but Dale called April over to introduce you two.

When you looked up, you two made eye contact. April quickly got a nervous look on her face, and even started to nervously sweat. You simply looked back down, deciding that the pile of mush on your plate would be better than talking to her then.

The strangeness of this whole school ordeal was making your brain hurt, and you decided you needed a little alone time after school. So, that's exactly what you did.

Once school let out, you let Dale know that you were gonna head off on your own for a little while. Dale nodded and walked off, saying that he was going to the library anyway.

So, you were alone again.

You were now walking along the vast streets of New York City, that seemed just as confusing as the first day. The air is shockingly clear for a busy city as you breathe in, trying to decide your next moves.

As if fate, the light of the sun seemed to shift towards a craft store, and you nearly rolled your eyes. You didn't know how close together the episodes were, but you knew for sure that the Foot Clan, also known as the paper thieves, would for sure take their stock if they haven't already.

But at the same time, maybe you could make something for Parker and Dale, as a thank you for homing you. You shrug, figuring that the chances of running into the Foot was little to none, so you took your chances and entered the store.

…

The store was warm and cozy, with painted flowers on the walls. There were shelves of yarn, different kinds of cloth, sewing supplies, and anything else that you'd ever possibly need all in one store.

You walk around the store, browsing the various crafting supplies they have. You brush your fingers over various soft clothes that hang around the store. You keep an eye out for anything that Parker or Dale would like.

As you listen to the quiet, calming music filling the store, there's suddenly a loud crash. You whip your head around, and your eyes widen as you realize that the Foot Brute and Foot Lieutenant were standing in the entryway. You hate your luck.

You quickly hide behind a shelf, holding your breath as they ransacked the small store. You heard the crashing of the shelves as they took any and all paper. You knew you shouldn't be in any danger, they were only stealing the paper, but you were still cautious.

It felt like forever until you felt safe, or at least safe enough to come out. You slowly crawl out, letting out a small gasp as you see the damage done to the tiny shop. While keeping in mind where you were stepping, you crept out of the shop. You exit the now ravaged shop, but your bad luck didn't end there.

You were painfully aware of the amount of yelling you heard, and you looked around just in time to see Raphael crashing into his brothers from behind. You wince in secondhand pain, seeing the brothers stumble. And of course, before you could sneak away with the Foot, their attention turned to you. And like in the show, their emotions weren't particularly positive. With a silent sigh, you walk up to them.

"Are you guys alright?" You ask, gently and hesitantly reaching out to Mikey, since he was closest to you. Mikey looked up at you, frowning.

"Did we really just get schooled by paper thieves?!" Donnie exasperated.

"I don't swoop like a boss! I swoop like a noob." Raph added, clearly distraught.

"This seemed like a really cool idea until we didn't succeed at it…" Mikey said with a frown, and you knelt down beside him.

"Woah woah woah woah, " Leo said, about to hype them up, "Where'd my brothers go? Mikey? Where's your… l… legendary optimism?" Mikey simply groaned.

"Raph, where's your.. You know your…, " Leo grabs Raphael by the shoulders and shakes him."Go - getter attitude? And Donnie?" Leo continued, walking over to Donnie and holding his shoulders.

"Where's your… your thing! Your… emotionless passion?"

"...here…" Donnie muttered, the barking of dogs in the background.

"We can still catch these lame-o paper crooks, and be heroes." Leo said confidently. Although Leo was trying his best, and you knew he was going to convince them, you still felt the need to chime in.

"He's uhh… he's right, you know…" You start, unsure of what to say. Everyone turns their attention to you, curious.

"Just because you failed one time, doesn't mean it's over…, " You continue, scratching your hand nervously, "You still have another chance. Don't let failure hold you back… ya'know?"

Leo and Mikey seem to perk up at that a bit, but Mikey does more so. He smiles at you, and you can guess it's because you haven't run away or anything like that.

"Well, that's going to be hard, that was the last paper store in town." Donnie says, still disheartened.

"Hmmm or… was it?" Leo says, lifting a finger up to his chin.

"Yeah it was uhh, I literally just said that."

…

You don't know why, but you ended up helping them set up the fake paper store. You and the turtles set up the makeshift store. Maybe it was because it was entertaining, or maybe it was because you were already there and it would be rude to leave. Mikey had worked with you for a little bit, but you had been so reserved that you let out a small breath of relief as he went to help Leo put the salami paper together.

You weren't really listening, not until April entered.

"Hi! I'm here for the job… interview… ah no," April said, looking around the "store", and Mikey popped out from behind the desk. You looked at him, wondering when he got there.

"Man! I knew it was weird to have a job interview at midnight." April said, making her way over to you and Mikey.

"Ah miss… O'Neil!" Mikey said, shifting his fake glasses, "Doh, customers!" He exclaimed, now hiding behind the desk.

"April! You're hired! Take this sale script, and remember the customer is always right UNLESS they're a psychotic paper thief!" Mikey said, and then he promptly shoved you out next to her. "Meet your coworker! You two do well!"

"Uhh, okay. Sorry man!" April said, looking at the note cards in her hand, then you.

"Eh, I had nothing else to do today." You replied with a shrug.

"We'll be in the back!" Mikey finished, shoving himself in a tiny box with his brothers. You question how they fit even Raphael in there, but cartoon logic answered that.

Quickly both Foot Brute and Foot Lieutenant stormed in, and April nervously began reading the script.

"Welcome to Leo's paper hut! Can I interest you IN A-" April was cut off by Foot Brute shoving a hand in her face, and yours was quick to follow. You and April were lifted up and tied together from an extension cord, then hung by a pole connecting across the alleyway the "hut" resided in.

"Outta my way!" Raph huffed as the box burst open, shoving all of the brothers out.

"April! The other one! The salami paper! It's gone!" Mikey cried out, kneeling down to the ground where the salami used to be. Leo ran up to the "door" as the Foot sped off.

"No way!" Leo exclaimed angrily, kicking a sign down. Your eyes widened as the cord began to loosen, and both you and April fell to the ground.

"Owwww." Both you and April said at the same time. As the turtles began talking, you and April freed yourselves, and she turned to you.

"Hey, sorry about this whole mess, we didn't mean to get you wrapped up in this! Ya know?" She said, rubbing the back of her head.

"Oh, it's fine!" You replied, "and besides, it was kinda fun!" You bit your lip as you realized you already said too much, and that was reinforced by April perking up.

"I uhhh, better get back home now… But thanks! I'll probably see you later?" You continued, hoping she would forget.

"Oh yeah, totally! I'd love to hang out more!" April said. You smiled, and she smiled back.

You need to stop right now. They're not real. But you just… can't help it.

They're too good.

[lunatheseus]

Harry Potter Hot Take

Disclaimer: This is only my opinion. In no way, shape or form are any of you readers obligated to agree with me. If you don’t agree with me, you don’t gotta interact. Please don't leave rude/condescending comments. Making me feel like my opinion is invalid just because you don’t like it is not ok. (not that this blog is big enough to attract that level of attention lol) ALSO I feel like a lot of people would agree with me...

Ok my hot take: Hermione and Ron don't work

Here's why:

First and foremost: Without Harry in the picture, Ron and Hermione can't even get a normal, platonic relationship to work. Why?

This brings me to: Ron and Hermione made each other feel terrible- a saga

I'm SORRY but I can't deal with the fact that Ron always tries to bring Hermione down so he can feel better about himself. Especially in the beginning of the series, when it had to do with how smart she was, Ron for some reason would feel inferior or insecure or SOMETHING and feel the need to insult her and make her seem like a stuck up, know-it-all. And THEN, Hermione would be upset (obviously) and be miserable for the rest of the day. He's literally bullying her for being smarter than him 💀💀💀

On the other hand, Hermione always undermined how capable Ron is. She's condescending in a way where it's almost as if she doesn't trust him? Even with the simplest things? And then she’s surprised when he actually does stuff?

THEN comes the whole jealousy situation that J.K. Rowling decided was a great touch when it was actually quite ridiculous.

When Hermione gets asked to the Yule Ball by Victor Krum, Ron gets jealous and basically ruins the whole night for her. THAT'S TERRIBLE. Not only was Ron already really mean to Hermione on a daily basis, he decides to be an enormous pain in the ass and GET JEALOUS when someone isn't a jerk to Hermione and gets her to agree to them taking her to the dance. And on top of that, he gets jealous and ignores Hermione for a portion of the 6th book when he finds out that Hermione kisses Krum at the Yule Ball. Like- he was her date???? Why can't they kiss? Ron, you underestimated her value and assumed she didn't have a date...Like WTH asking someone out shouldn't be an obligation! You don't now get to be jealous when someone else who actually values her gets to share her company. (Side note: Victor Krum was literally Ron's celebrity crush up until he asked Hermione to the ball)

On the flip side, Hermione also got jealous of Lavender. She ends up attacking Ron with her magic birds when he came near. (Personally, I hated Lavender so, I liked that Hermione hated her too. But on a logical basis, attacking someone with birds out of envy is not ok)

OMG one jealousy moment that really got to me was when Ron literally ABANDONS Harry and Hermione in the forest when he suspects that they like each other. LIKE HELLO??? They were talking while taking a walk. RELAX

Let's also not forget that they fight and play the blame game ALL THE FREAKING TIME!

Ron blames Hermione and Crookshanks when Scabbers is nowhere to be found- LIKE HELLO? It's not her fault that you can't keep track of your own pet!

They can't agree on how to ask Hagrid about Fluffy

Silent treatment and arguments when it came to the Yule Ball

Lavender Brown.

Ron's jealousy in the forest when they all are on the hunt for Horcruxes

Other things that make me feel like Hermione and Ron just don't match:

When Hermione invites Ron to go to the Slug Club Christmas party, Ron takes it as an insult: I feel like if Ron really knew Hermione, he'd understand that she was doing it because she was trying to ask him out/make a move

They also can't get presents for each other if their lives depended on it...

Ron didn't tell his mom that the articles about Hermione being a player (and manipulating Harry and Ron at the same time) were not true. That never sat well with me tbh... she's you're supposed best friend, and your family is basically hers. Why wouldn't you clear her name?

Ron wanted Hermione to cook just cuz she's a girl... I know the wizarding world is not up to speed with modern culture but- c'mon

They also have like- nothing in common

All in all, I think that the golden trio should've just kept the best friends / brothers-sister dynamic... it's just more wholesome and better that way

I also am aware that Ronmione had a lot of nice moments, but for me the cons heavily outweigh the pros in this case…

[im2tired4usernames]

@oceanlaceagate

Well ok you asked for explaining so I'm so sorry about the rant that's bound to happen I have beef with this woman like many many MANY homeschool co-op mothers I would like to meet her IN THE PIT

uh I guess trigger warning possibly would be like food diets and possibly eating disorders I'm not sure but I would rather be safe then accidentally harm you friend?

my mother was a crunchy homeschool nutter and her entire social group was crazy homeschool mom cultists.They were all obsessed with clean godly eating and losing weight they constantly kept repeating that they needed to treat their bodies like temples and it really wasn't healthy or good for so many reasons.

well one of the women in that group for as long as i can remember (I've know this lady since I was a lil kid) she believes it's impossible for European women to get fat because of *spins the wheel*

She just has some fucked up made up facts about Europe in general like WARNING SHE'S ACTUALLY ON PURPOSE STUPID

like she has for as long as I can remember believed with E V E R Y FIBER in her body (i have argued so much with her she will not budge in her world this is fact) no one once they hit preteens in france eats bread.

France home of the croissant, baguette and many other carbs bready bakery wonders...

Yeah no one there eats bread that is why French women are so thin and healthy they don't eat bread or any kind of sweets! (She and my mom then tried to make me do that for a bit they were always "suggesting" diets on me it sucked in expecting the thm diet and the melted butter+coffee+ apple cider vinegar diet to have fucked up my body somehow)

Apartly in her world no one in Ireland uses any kind of fat when I asked her to explain wtf that meant she said no one in Ireland uses oil or butter which like..

No that makes no sense where did she even come up with that?!I

Once I took a picture of like some fancy imported butter from Ireland at the store to show her and she and the other moms all straight up walked away and would not look at it. They would not talk to me kept actually doin the "talk to the hand" thing and covering their ears and telling me I'm wrong and stupid and to shut up they will not look at the evidence.

This woman is in her late forties to early fifties she has convinced half the homeschool mother cult that no one in France eats bread with no evidence other then she said so!!!!!

They honest to God believe it also!!!!

Recently she was trying to tell me that no one in the UK eats chicken that it's "looked down on as a disgusting poor man's food" she just went on n on on this long crazy rant that made no sense at all but she acted like she was very intelligent and cultured for knowing this.

My best friend and wife is from the UK and frankly i quickly asked them and they were able to point out this lady is just batshit insane.

Like my wife mentioned there's Nandos everywhere in the UK and that serves chicken mainly I have no clue where she's getting her info or ideas.

She got super angry amd defensive and has gone off saying she has two sources "two very reliable very real and very British people who totally aren't made up there her real Facebook friends that told her yup no one in the uk eats chicken only the USA makes fried chicken poor England is missing out on chicken because they're a bunch of snobs who think it's poor people food" so that's what she believes despite a lot of common sense and evidence to prove otherwise but "how dare I question an elder?!'

I really can't explain it like there's no logic or facts in it I myself don't understand it? I have gotten into many fights with this women.

So many fight

so so so many fights

Stupid amounts of fights

not just over this but like over everything under the sun I swear this woman is living a different reality then everyone else.

she just makes stuff up on a fly and then somehow convinces herself and like a dozen other women in they're 40s-50s that everyone in Europe is significantly skinner because they just happen to not eat the food that one lady dislikes...

like I can't really explain more then that this woman has no evidence, refuses to listen to evidence and has the firmest faith in stupidity I've ever seen it's truly kinda terrifying i wish i had her self confidence but also just wow....

I don't think that she's normal I think a lot of American children do actually learn about other countries? I learned about other countries when I was really young my mom would focus on one a month and then I'd have to do a lil presentation at the end of the month in front of my grandad and we'd cook a meal with some traditional foods from there if possible I had a lot of fun learning recipes from all over the world and we'd get a monthly cd with music from all over the world it was so cool! one of my favorite games when I was little with my grandad was he'd spin the globe point at random n then i had to say thw county, the capital, a famous food item from there and one history fact is famous person if I knew one and it was SO MUCH FUN!!!

maybe it's a new homeschool thing or a church thing or maybe this lady is just straight up purposely stupid I'm not sure? I have no fuckin clue this woman is insane I avoid her every chance I can.

[randomfoggytiger]

Typing: INTPs In Their Own Words

A short while ago, I created a Mulder Typing post explaining why he's an INTP (not INFJ/INFP); and, while I was compiling notes, I collected some comments from INTP users and stashed them away in a document. While going back through to get inspired for a future post (whatever that will be), I found them again; and was struck with a brilliant idea: why don't I simply post them in full so that everyone can read INTP thoughts/processes in their own words? There are many flavors of INTPs (since Typing is just a system showing how the brain processes information, not a personality box you have to stuff people into-- the old Nature vs. Nurture dynamic)-- perhaps you'd be interested in what they have to say?

There's a lot of good, some bad, and a little ugly; but we need a full picture to see these good souls for who they are~.

(Shoutout to my INTP mutual @baronessblixen! She mainly inspired this post for me~.)

**Note**: I will try to translate the technical terms as I go along (since they are mostly referring to Typing terminology and processes), so don't worry if the comment doesn't make much sense at first! :DDD

And now-- in no particular order-- here they are on their own terms!

""Why bother... Why do I even bother?.... Why would anyone care?...." The mantras of the INTP"

""They are legitimately worried that other people in the world are stupid."" As an INTP, I genuinely started to have that worry when I started noticing that my former classmates are holding executive jobs. As for fashion sense, I used to let my mom buy my clothes until late high school. But in the past 10 years or so and probably due to my ENTJ sister's influence and my interests in arts I started to develop a bizarre wardrobe. It had mellowed down a bit but I still get "that looks cool but I'd never do it myself" comments."

"I’m an INTP and the telling the same story over and over again is definitely a thing. But I don’t do it because I don’t remember having told it that person, usually. I’m usually the one who remembers everything I’ve ever said to someone, or heard from them in response in unreasonable amounts of detail. And then, over time, no one else remembers our conversations as well. So I start telling the same story I like telling, assuming that either they don’t remember hearing it, or if they do, they’ll stop me and say they remember me telling that one."

"The Ni critic explains why i can never decide on an acedemic/career path. Afraid of not choosing the wrong path or not being able to contribute anything new/novel/inovative to the field. But desperately wanting to prove to the world our brain has some thing significant to contribute but afaid of failing"

"Ti is logic and it’s basically what the individual believes is true or false. Like me, for example, if this is truth and this has to be true, basically, if this-then this, constantly." 

"My INTP younger sister is exactly like this [easily exploited]. I hate when she lets peope use her at a door mat. I've dated many INTPs as an INTJ female and really really love the dynamic. But how do I cultivate "immoveability" into the INTP? Personally, my own views are what matter to me, but I find INTPs to almost be too flexible (if that makes sense). One of my exes used to get taken advantage so much it caused me to question his love for himself. I love my sister and obviously want wants best for her, how do I give her some of the INTJ "immoveability" to be less of a door mat?"

"So I’m an INTP but I don’t feel like I’m nowhere near brilliant. I now understand why I always felt so different from everyone else. I understand stuff easier than most but I have to break it down and reiterate to myself. I also did poorly in school until last 2 years of college.... I also have a hard time putting my words together or finding the right thing to say or word to use."

"As a INTP I hate jobs with hierarchy. The idea that someone with a lesser mind will be in charge of me will irritate ... me. At the same time I don't want to be the boss either, the idea of having to baby sit lesser minds will also irritate me lol. The person in charge in my opinion has to be highly intelligent, because that is the only time ill accept it because then I feel like I actually have something to learn from that person to further my own knowledge and the position they have is actually justified in my head."

"In my opinion, INTPs "inevitability" stems from their pessimistic functions, both in the ego and the shadow. The sharp Ne [Me: the fate of all humanity, not just one's own path forward] parent with how responsble it is with its forsight combined with the Fe [Me: human interconnection and emotional outreach] in aspirational mode can provide the most efficient choices for anyone to be better. While their shadow reinforces with  using their will with Ni [Me: personal future and fate, the path one creates forward for oneself] critic and principles with Fi [Me: personalized morals and beliefs] demon/angelic to give structure and brings things to reality to what they foresee."

"I’m an INTP, and can tell you in all honesty that we view forgiveness very differently than all the other types. Forgiveness is but something that you acquire, but in fact more of a gift. You either have it, or you don’t"

"MBTi type claim that they’re INTPs and use it as a crutch to not get anything done or not to go anywhere in life. To be honest, that’s not how that works. INTPs just get too comfortable, and really the only way to motivate an INTP or an INFP because they have Si child is to just make them uncomfortable, and to pull them out of that behind the scenes realm. So, in general respect the behind the scenes, but if they’re not growing as people, if they’re not becoming better human beings, be prepared to pull them out of the behind the scenes, be prepared to expose them, because it’s the only way they will grow. They only understand pain. It’s kind of like those people who have to hit rock bottom before they ever grow up, right?" 

"[Me: Context-- INTP's Nemesis makes them want to question everything, even if they like the information they're given; but often ther Si Child doesn't want to get out of their comfy routine to actually fact check it.] The nemissis thing is funny because as I watched this (and just about everything else I have some experience with) I thought "yeah you seem to have a good grasp of this, but if I had time..." and then I moved on, my inner critic was appeased."

"It doesn’t mean that we should be labeling them hermits or these people who are not good with human beings, etc. Especially INTPs, people are just not as much of a priority to them, because they’re too busy playing with their metaphysical systems. You know, it’s like a big toyland universe that they have access to, mentally, that they’re able to use their thinking models and solve problems. Life to them is a giant puzzle box. Let them play with their puzzle box. They really need that."

" I was talking recently with an INTP mother, who’s actually very good at type, and she trained her son or her daughter, I don’t remember which … But she’s married to an ESTP and they go to church and get involved in church events, and she��d be extroverting in her unconscious or her subconscious side of her mind at that point, and then all of a sudden, she’s like tapped out of energy and she just has to completely disappear and people are like, “Where did she go? Where did she go?” And you’ll find her in a corner where there’s like nobody but her, literally doing nothing but playing puzzles. That’s just how INTPs are."

"Whereas Ne users are very beautiful, they just like to be told by the Ni user what they should do, right? Because the Ni users connected to extraverted sensing and then the Ne users able to be like, okay, “Well I should do this because that’s what you want,” right?” That’s how it works. [Me: Meaning-- Ni users are more focused on what they want/their path forward; and Ne users are less focused on those areas, and are chill if Ni calls most of the shots as long as their opinions/voices are heard.]"

"Fe [Me: INTPs] users want to feel valued, not be source of value. [Me: Meaning-- they don't want to be the stereotypical male bird in a mating ritual dancing and making a big fuss. Others can do that to make them feel valued; but that's not how they show someone that they love, value, or care about them.]"

"Growth and self improvement has always felt to me to be an illusory concept. Obviously we change based on experiences but you can never predict if the experiences you are about to experience are going to lead to being "better" than you were. And what constitutes better? This is the philisophical black hole an INTP like myself can get stuck in when it comes to wanting anything."

"My Fi Demon is a really sharp and brutally honest critic that tells the object of my anger everything that makes them wrong. It’s often followed by guilt, even though I’m only speaking the truth without applying any filter."

"I think with INTPs if they are smart taking the initiative to learn from self help books or if they grow   up in a family and environment that constantly challenges them, it's more about learning what to avoid after repeated experiences of getting burned. I learned about physical pain through sports starting at a young age thanks to my father and social anxiety, dealing with it head on in sports locker rooms, taking toastmasters classes to become a good public speaker, approaching people in cold approach sales etc. So I have the ability to tolerate pain if needed but also have the knowledge on what to stay away from because I've experienced it repeatedly and already know the outcome." 

"I definitely wish my parents had been strict with me. When I asked them for advice, they told me they had no advice to give, and that I should do whatever I want to do. I support myself now, but I spent 10+ years aimless, living off of them. I would have built more useful skills, self-respect, confidence, and better values if they had guided me towards a career and a normal lifestyle. I will definitely give my kids an ultimatum to move out and support themselves for at least a year at age 18, but also will give loving guidance and provide a sense of how to live rather than a liberal attitude of laissez-fair parenting."

"those INTPs, you know, driving their car, they’re like the old man driving their cars, you know what I mean, or the old woman, taking their jolly sweet time, you know, not really in a hurry, I’m never in a hurry. I make sure there’s enough time in my day scheduled, so I can take my time on the road, and [others], you know, cuss at me, honk their horns at me, you know" 

"I agree with you about the subconscious part of INTP. We do care about our loved ones. But if we KNOW that they’re not going to listen, why would we bother?"

"hero of the INTP is a little different. It is Ti hero, logic comes first, they can see into the future of other people, but they do it from a more responsible, a pessimistic point of view." 

"I know that although I always had a real hard time falling in-love and develop strong feelings for a guy, I didn’t have any difficulties being committed and loyal. I know that as a female INTP, it takes lot to decide on a lifelong partner, but once that decision is made, I am fiercely loyal"

"Sometimes, as an INTP, I feel like that I actually am a really-really bad person. I think that I'm actually a psycho, but now I know the reason. When my father died 7 years ago, I remember it was a cold night, my families were grieved, my mother was cried hysterically and so my big brother. Instead, I did not feel anything atm, my aunt kept telling me that my father Infront of me already died but I still didn't feel anything. I was thought that it just a phase of human life and everyone will die eventually, until my brother yelled at me 'What are you doing? It's our father who died!!!' So tried so hard to cry, I didn't even know if that was a real cry or not. And when everyone was still grieving, I decided to sleep so maybe tomorrow I would get my feeling and start to grieve. But after several weeks, I started to think that I don't have my father anymore, the one who was always love me no matter what I did, then finally I can feel my lost and start to cry sincerely. Don't be like me my fellow INTP friends, feeling is important. Don't be so full of logic in those important moments and just blend in. Have a good day!"

"Most of time I have to outsmart myself to not smoke weed, lay in bed, play video games, watch movies and rather go to work instead. Getting out of the comfort zone, nah rather, throwing myself out of the comfort zone is so crucial for me. It completely changes my mindset and pushes me towards growth."

"I'm an INTP. I was married to a very abusive man and had spent 8 years trying to make up my mind as to what I was going to do about it. I went to work one day with a black eye and a co-worker said "if you don't leave him I'll call CPS and then your kids will be taken away" (whether she would have done it or not, idk). That forced me to make the decision to leave and take me out of my "comfort zone". It was the best thing that someone has ever done for me."

"I loved when you talked about wisdom being harsh and "fire". Yeah turns out telling someone "here's the harsh truth about what you're doing wrong, just stop doing it and you'll be fixed" doesn't go over well with most folks. As a teacher, I could absolutely tell how kids were going to turn out due to their parents' behaviour (if the parents were too accepting, the kids would end up helpless; if the parents were too inconsistent, the kids would be unreliable as well etc.) But would I bother telling this to parents? No, of course not, no one likes to be told they're parenting wrong, no one would listen to advice from me, a childless professional with years of experience. Sigh."

"Society appreciates ignorance rather than wisdom."

"I am an INTP. As an ex-smoker it was really hard to stop smoking cigarettes I tried everything but I just couldn't. It was frustrating to me that there is something controlling me. That was [eating away at] ... my brain.I found a book called the easy way to stop smoking on Reddit recommended by ex-smokers. I read it I stopped in a week. Now I'm 8 months clean. I distributed the book to all the people i know who smoke ligit the whole uni. No wants to read the book they think they won't stop they don't believe me. People don't like to take advice people just don't care. This makes me sad."

"It's scary how accurate this is. I almost feel called out for my ways of thinking. In typical INTP fashion I hate being predictable so it's weird to see someone get something this spot-on"

"I see these personality types like INTP as a starting point for personal development and not as a destiny. For example I try to be the one who kicks me out of the comfort zone instead of being dependent on someone else to do that."

"When he said people will hate you and alienate you because you always think your right and come off as arrogant but you usually are right which makes them hate you more. My whole life summed up and yet I never understood why it seemed people had an aversion to me when I had the best intentions. Now I know"

"[Me: Context-- this poster is not an INTP, but has a lot of Fe users in their family. Further context: INTPs are Fe users] I have a family with, I think, a lot of Fe functions. I mean, it does get overwhelming as time progressed and I feel like I'm being gaslighted not being as normal as them, but I can handle it, yes. But the repeating part is just so true. My mom and dad like to repeat stuff as they say it i.e "Don't forget to bring them. Don't forget to bring them. The bag for grandma. Okay ? Don't forget to bring them."

"This was really interesting to watch. I feel that my Trickster Ne is worse because of my Asberger's, it's much harder to interact with people and be aware of my surroundings. Interacting with people and understanding them can be completely exhausting and draining. Weirdly, I find it incredibly hard to predict people, but when I do, it's scarily accurate. My husband, an ISFP, gets so frustrated that I'm "always right". He does have to push me to do things, too. LoL. He, as you said, doesn't give me options but just tells me to stuff, and I do it, kicking and screaming the whole way. :P"

"I am lucky to have a mom that appreciate me and tells me about it quite often, which is very good-feeling, but if she thinks that I'm getting too lazy, she'll be sure to make a move. Really happy to have her in my life."

"I have always had zero fashion sense and 'sloppy' with messy hair is my default look. To help me understand the art and science of dressing right, I have been studying the Kibbe body type system and seasonal color analysis for awhile now, and it was a great starting point. I ended up going really deep into it (like I would any other science), adding my own theories to it. I'd analyze and type friends and family, giving them fashion advice with great accuracy. As for myself, I still look sloppier than ever. Ugh. It's the shopping I hate. And I am too attached to my large comfy hoodies. I need to change lol. I mean, I am an attractive woman otherwise, and I'd like to settle down in the near future. Dressing like a 17 year old boy who lives in his mom's basement certainly isn't helping".

"As an INTP I get stuck in familiar and safe logical pattern loop, caused by my own thinking. On top of that I choose to endure that pain of not taking a risk, being open to risk and taking risk causes me anxiety. Not knowing what to want scares me even more cause i can see the logical fallacy of will and desire with its shortsighted-ness, which causes me further to retreat to my safe routine which i'm willing to endure cause its familiar or obligatory, not taking risk. Its like the saying 'paralysis by analysis', invoking fear and anxiety to risk taking."

"So, I am INTP and also a Psychology student. It's a little bit tiring explaining that I don't want to make therapy. I just want to follow the investigation path and well... they all just say then why did u choose Psychology- and then I am like bcs I WANTED TO KNOW HOW WE WORK. Sad hours... lol"

"I'm not afraid other people are stupid.  I'm afraid they'll misunderstand, which is a slightly different Te nemesis manifestation because that misunderstanding is a HUGE threat to everything I do and it happens a lot.  Also, I can be very ascetic.  Wants are difficult for me.  You put that on the Si child function but I really think it comes from the critic and the blindspot acting in tandem.  Because Se trickster doesn't just mean I bump into stuff.  I barely even recognize material reality.  Like it actually [angers] me ... sometimes that I have to have a physical human body. I don't really understand the necessity of this skin suit.  But as long as I've got it I may as well make it comfy right?  So, I'm off to play PUBG and get some of that dopamine we love so much". 

"As an intp I always felt like I could tell what people were going to do, but until now I never rlly figured the word used to describe it, I always just used the phrase i can read people better in certain situations but I never rlly felt socially adequate like others"

"Yeah... The best way to tick off an INTP is to know what peeves us, but do it anyway... We can tolerate a little, but one second past our timer(and you can't really ever know how long it will be at any given time), our patience will burn away FAST. The better we think you know us(<the "we think" is usually the reason it can seem to come out of the blue), the less tolerant ... we become. Our patience with strangers can be enormous(sometimes ridiculous or un-called-for), but those who we expect to be on our side are expected to know better(whether or not they understand that)... edit: typos"

"[Me: Context-- This is referring to an INTP being uncomfortable about being asked to talk about their innermost feelings casually.] As an INTP female, I have to say this was quite accurate :D I especially appreciated ''Never, ever ask and INTP how they feel! '' I would add, never give an INTP the advice "follow your hart". It makes zero sense to me :D"

"I'm an INTP, here's a little anekdote: When i was younger my dad often went out with me and my brothers to a lake and just relax in the evening before going to bed. So i was like 8/9/10 (dont know exactly) and before going there me and my brother had a discussion, about who is going to sit in the front seat in the car. We said he will sit there on the way to the lake and i will sit there on the way home. But when we wanted to go home, my brother switched into: "No, i am older than you and therefore its my right to choose the seat". We had a little fight and basically i was like: "Okay, ... i am out of here", so i just quit and walked about 15km into the little town where my grandparents lived, because - u know - at grandma's house everything is always fine :). My dad was searching for me, driving around and even thinking about calling the police..because i said NOTHING.. i was just gone I am 22 now and still i have some problems communicating my actions in terms of just leaving the situation. I am always thinking: "U dont have to care about me, you are fine as well so i dont have to care about you...so where is the problem?""

"I don't think an INTP forgets that he told the story already, I believe he tells the story he thinks about because it makes him feel better to talk about it. It's a selfish reason really, but I'm guilty as charged."

"i used to know this intp (i believe) friend. you are extremely on point... extremely. this guy was a red haired nerd who made me laugh harder than anyone i've ever met. i used to be amazed with his casual novel acumen. he often had me crying in laughter in class. he was a huge story teller (stories told over and over). i used to throw him random verbal stimulus (just throw ideas his way) to see his reaction. this man had, literally, zero friends in school (other than me) and i was generally considered somewhat popular and i would regularly leave larger popular groups of others to be around him for his insane entertainment value. he regularly called me a, "... idiot," which made me laugh every time (he would be dead serious when doing this). oh, and btw, i had to beg him to hang out with me when he did... to know how strange this is, you just have to know our situation i guess (like i said, i had the extreme social upper hand that he didn't care about)... anyway, he knew a bunch of small anarchist type knowledge like what would happen if you did these strange things like stick gum wrapper in a socket, rob places in particular ways; it was wildly interesting. the lack of attention he got from others baffled me because he was so unique and extraordinary in my eyes. i was always intrigued how his mind worked. it was intimidating being around this guy with so much street wisdom and casual ability to function flawlessly when he felt like it. ...he's now a pothead (smokes 4 times a day). he did earn a casual master's degree in psychology that he doesn't do anything with. if i smoked like he did, i would fail classes in days. he had a 4.0..."

"I was once told at 26 that I was too old to still be wearing “Sarcastic Tees” from Spencer’s like a 14 year old boy and should be wearing grown men clothes like a respectable member of society. I conceded to wearing flannel button up shirts over those tee shirts. May have been the best criticism that I ever received, because I’m often told how mature I dress now at 32... I guess not a lot of men these days look mature?"

"You just described my dad in 2 functions Ti= Super logical man. Loves motors and electricity. Thinks everybody's an idiot (Shadow Te) Si= Tells the same story a million times not knowing he told the story to the same person the last week. And the week before, and the week before. I've seen it. He doesn't know he's done it. 3 Sundays in a row he told the same story to the same man."

"Back when I graduated high school I skipped the ceremony. My family thought I was crazy and I was like, "so what, almost everyone has a high school diploma. Doesn't mean you're smart.""

"I had an INTP supervisor & his assistant is ISTP, they're brilliant with everything you've stated, but I think I was great at my office manger job & they were unsupportive with some changes I wanted to make. I was trying to create a more positive, supportive experience for our staff & clients by getting rid of [awful] staff. He agreed to fire 1 of the people I was adamant about, but ended up changing his mind (he can be a coward). At my last meeting with him he told me he appreciates me (but it pained him to do it) and I was very valuable to the program, so he does have a heart somewhere. He also said he was critical of me & other leadership staff, to help us. I let him have it. I'm not tolerating that .... He wanted to control everything, even from behind the scenes. He needs puppets and I wasn't going to be that. He is arrogant & 2-face. In front of clients & staff he pretends to be kind, behind their back he talks [badly about them]. He is also overly dependent on the istp too, when she leaves, he is [a goner]. Not a good match for me at all lol"

"[Me: Context-- INTPs are very chill until you ignore their warnings over and over and ruin their own life by extension.] I lost it when you described the Vegeta level tantrums.... So many flashbacks to grabbing the closest thing I could find and straight up hurtling it at someone's (my brother's) head."

"My first and to this day only experience in isfp super ego [Me: Meaning-- INTPs are their angriest/in a rage was, when my mom confronted me the morning before school that I didn't gave her an super important school letter the days before, so she wouldn't sign it that morning, I really thought I would need it this day (later I heard we would need it 2 days later, but I didn't know this at this moment) I saw my future and honor to the teachers and from the teachers breaking away, so let's get to the rage part, I ran into my bedroom and by mistake pulled the door 1meter away from where it should have been (it was ripped out those things which hold the door). That was a really shocky moment for me, because I thought I would have me under controle in such situations, but obviously I didn't."

"you nailed it why care when ppl don't want to know they hate you for caring"

"INTP here. As far as food goes, super adventurous and familiar at the same time. I'll try anything once, and if I like it I can eat it all the time. If I don't, I'll get the priciest/highest rated version I can to make sure it wasn't just the chef/ingredients."

"I'm a female INTP. I'm always so deep into my head that someone can be right beside me and I don't notice them. When they start talking to me, It startles me out of my head. There have been times when I have actually let out a slight scream. I usually get puzzled looks when I try to explain that I was deep in thought and didn't notice them."

"I'm an INFJ living with my boyfriend that is an INTP, and I had to laugh at some of your points because they're so accurate! This man is miserable [in] a suit!"

"I'm INTP and I'm trying to not stagnate, it's pretty weird, because it's seems easier to be moving than to start moving, so yeah moving is worth it I understand that logically, but that's not internalized and I just have incredible difficulty at starting to move forward, or even continue that without external help."

"i'm a intp, i love math, learning about things at school that are actually useful in my life, and the things that are not useful in my life i find it really hard to concentrate on."

"In school we had an art project once to do without the teacher. Just written instructions. I felt like I had understood what was asked and told my classmates. But they thought differently (in a actually wrong way). After ten minutes of pointless arguing I just left them where they stood and started doing my picture. I was practicly the only person who had time to finish. And I was the only one in my class that has understood the instructions correctly. In fact, this project had such bad results that the teachers didn't let it count for the grades. My whole class got Es and Ds while I got a B+. I got to keep the grade and dump another bad grade of mine."

"Used to think I was kind of a feeler and extroverted. Then I stayed alone over Covid... I invented a cure for aging and developed a new species of fish. I think I'm definately INTP. Absolutely nobody believes me, so I know that I must be one!"

"When I first saw the board, I saw Fe, Ti, Si and Ne. And literally it screamed out Iron, Titanium, Silicon and Neon."

"Although I’m not certain I am An INTP( I cannot figure it out!), the “everybody is stupid part” got humbled in me when I entered the oilfield workforce. I grew up with the idea that tradespeople are dumb, and if you aren’t university educated, you won’t be successful. After seeing firsthand that absolutely is not the case, and oftentimes we are struggling with the engineers( Usualt INTP) lack of foresight on their projects implementation. We also have this theoretical framework I use to learn how our plant works, but oftentimes it’s experience and outside the box thinking that operates the plant on a day to day basis. The framework is merely a framework, and reality is usually way different. Paper to implementation is never perfect. Tradespeople in my opinion are far more brilliant than those educated in our institutions and I find myself side by side with teachers, economists and the like. Something I didn’t mention was The humbling part for me was how stupid I was mechanically entering the work force. Able to explain complex plant processes but unable to drain a vessel to prepare for isolation( this is similar to how intps can become good cooks or drivers, by just doing it, million dollar concept eh??). I dedicated myself to doing things on my own like following manuals and YouTube videos for vehicle repairs and performing them myself. I am catching up to rest of my peers and once my working memory and mechanical ability are good, with my abstract ability I’ll be a very good plant operator."

"I’ve stopped doing it, now that I mostly eat lunch at home, but I had a habit of ordering only one dish in each restaurant I went to. My order was always the same, only the type of food changed. So, the waitress would see me and just put in my order. It was very efficient, I reasoned, no need to suffer through the ordering process every day. I wonder if they resented me for it or liked it."

"INTP's: say something that's obvious and really simple to us. ------------others:why are you so mean? ------INTP's: did you say something? ----Others: ...! ----- INTP: shrugs and goes back to absorbing information like a sponge."

"I am an INTP, but I don’t experience a lot of the apathy problems, mostly due to a dad that understands my needs. Also I understand the inferiority/ superiority paradox and constantly try to underestimate myself (still fail to see long term thinking in the majority of people) and try to give credit where credit is due"

"INTP female here; pretty accurate, feeling attacked lol used to be called ice princess as a child. my friends used to call me robot so when my [personality test] came out saying that INTPs are robots, my friends had a lot of fun with that."

"What would you say would be the cause for an INTP with a very messy apartment? I have a few things even from my high school days that haven't thrown away and I'm in my fifties. Also have trouble making decisions of what mail to throw away. Apartment at least navigable but not using nearly all the space that's available..."

"I have anger instead of apathy/indifference. I - or rather my Si - has gotten seriously tired of seeing the same mistakes happen constantly & their repercussions constantly affect my life too, so I can't bear to see people in my life make a similar mistake one more time; thus, I snap & I have to vent...."

"Don't fall into the trap of ignorance for Ti users: last known input or preferred input will make your Ti useless. You have to test and experiment with every opinion or premise, even if you disagree with them."

"A note on my physical environment: (I’m an intp) I do tend to set things down without even thinking about it, it’s like there’s a hidden part in my brain that decides when i want to put something down, and my body just does it, completely unaware. and since i don’t notice it, i can’t even consider whether the place i am setting the thing will lead to struggle in the future."

"[Me: Context-- Here's a rare 'brutally honest' INTP] I’m a woman who’s an INTP, and it’s definitely lonely lol I’m always correcting people, if what they are saying is false. I get told that most people don’t want to be corrected, and find it offensive. Which makes no sense to me. So I’m just rather indifferent when it comes to people. Same with advice, I’m brutally honest when people ask for my opinion/advice. They usually don’t accept it, and wonder why their situation didn’t turn out right"

"My fear of feeling like people around me are dumb have been quenched by my little brother being an ISTP, my mother being wise and my grandmother being an utter genius. If there are three intelligent people around me already there will be more. You will just have to find them and build networks of trust with people humble and knowlegable in their field. Edit: I had an emotional talk with my mother because I agree with my father (even tho his reasons are unknown) that my mother should stop funding my studies. Why? Because I feel like I need an incentive to do something, and I do nolonger want my father to have any authority to say anything to me. Just finally after 21 years to actually become a somewhat independent adult. I know I will always survive, but I am really stagnating."

"As a true INTP , i listened this while playing Sims 3 creating an INTP character , with music turned off while drinking coffee at 12:23 night. 10/10 would listen again. Anyway , i feel like only stupid people are repeating the same story over and over again. I have a rule , if i like a new person and we get close i use my crazy ... stories to "flex" and get close , but only one time. In fact if a person it's telling me the same story three times , im done, i send him/her to the "lame people zone"."

""Wisdom is like fire, it's truth. You gotta get burned in order to get closer to the truth."" THANK YOU. That was beautifully said."

AND LASTLY: INTPs who can't seem to pick a calling in life-- below is some advice (from Person B Person E, and Person F), commiseration, and soothing words of wisdom-- most INTPs change their jobs or career paths regardless because of their fluctuating interests!

Person A: "I am worried to pick my specialization. I dont know what to choose. I am interested in so many things and then i move on. Example: I love art, been going to extra curricular art class since childhood and we would try all different techniques. Even now when i do something, i am interested in it (sewing, knitting, editing photos, felting, clay modelling) and it never sticks long enough to become "proficient" in it, i do it just long enough to get the basics. I am using art or hand work techniques as an example, it is a hobby not a profession I wish to pursue..."

Person B: "Compare all interests, which one of them you stick to the longest and excites you the most. Use a scoring scale & hierarchy to compare so that it is easier to analyze. And then, refer to your Fe, of all those, which one would be the most beneficial to the society. Narrow down to 2-3 choices (you know it's hard to make one choice) and try exploring them (i.e take actions) to further make distinction which one is feasible for you to specialize in (I mean realistically). I was at one time that it is possible to me to choose any career path I want to, from medicine to architecture, from art and design to computer engineering. Just like in the video, a naive INTP decided not to choose because he knew people in those field and didn't feel like really great about them and thought it didn't feel too worthwhile to take on a path to be like them. I ended up compromising my specialization and chose a subjectively easier course just because I could continue learning other fields and I did learn them. Though right now, I didn't 100% regret my choice back then as I aspire to do integration of fields rather than traditional specialization, I didn't see any problem if I did choose one of the famous career path earlier and I might feel as fulfilling as I'm now but in different departments of fulfillment."

Person C: "I’m going through the same thing. I’ve completed my bachelors in science and I work as a youth worker... but I also want to be an author. In fact, it’s always been a passion but I’m just now realizing that. But I’ve also developed a passion in research while doing my undergrad so I’m wondering whether or not to pursue my masters since that might lead me to a more sustainable career"

Person D: "Everyone I Know: You are so gifted. You could literally be anything you wanted be without even trying. Just pick something. Me:.......There are so many options, but are any of them worth it. I fail to commit to one area of study and let years go by without moving forward in life."

Person E: "I think society puts so much pressure on what you're gonna do "for the rest of your life" and "it has to be the perfect fit FOREVER". Unfortunately it never works out like that, people change and you change, and you won't be the only person who will likely want to change careers later on in life, and that's ok. From what you wrote, it seems like you are more on the 'create and make' side of things, and I find that really cool, and I also think the best step forward would be to force yourself to stick to something and build it up a bit, after a while you'll find yourself comfortable with where you're at and you can either go to something else (creative jobs have lots of transferrable skills and you'll probably be very good at them if you wanted to) or stick with whatever you choose because it's now your new comfort zone Something that helped with my indecisive nature is reading a quote, basically: time will pass anyway, so might as well be a year in the future with a step forward towards a specific something than nothing at all."

Person F: "I struggled with this one for a bit at university when I found what I originally thought was the perfect profession that would blend everything together (medical illustration). I went to a school with a weak art program, wanted to transfer after the first year and felt guilty about starting something and not finishing it. I graduated with the degree but didn’t finish the art program. convinced a counselor to let me skip classes. Since I wasn’t at the level I needed to be 3 years ago, I changed my goal and decided to hold this one off until I’m way older. Do something for a few years then switch off when you’re ready for that next experience!"

WELP.

That's all for now!

If you want, I'll make another post in future-- maybe more INTPs, maybe some ISTJs (for Scully representation, post here~.)

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Disclaimers: This is a self-assessed analysis. This information is not based on the abominable MBTI system (which has been butchered from its original Jungian typology since ~WWII); instead, it’s a combination between the works of Jung’s type psychology, Dr. Linda Berens’ Communication styles, Dr. Dario Nardi’s EEG brain scan compiled research, and others’ data and practices as compiled and simplified by CSJoseph. This system is based only on the Nature side of Nature/Nurture; and each “type” is not a “box” to fit everyone into– simply a tool to help understand the basics of the human mind that science has only begun to fathom in its limited scope.