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[her-soliloquies]

Out of context House screencaps round three

[pushing500]

I did end up installing the Toddlers mod, and now we see the result! Baby Ro has become Toddler Ro!

The first thing he did with his newfound mobility was "bugwatch". I thought it was amusing that his bugwatching happened to be right where Frisbee the giant scorpion was walking, and I mean... Yeah, sure. A lot of people would consider her a bug. Entomophobic Zonovo does, at the very least.

Debby has decided to cause more drama with her polyamory trait, and Laurie has to pay for it. I wonder what will happen if Eva really does turn out to be a mime? That would definitely add drama to this story. Poor Brennan and Laurie, though.

We had an eventful raid with Eurros Pusmeberrus, a distant relative of Andrei and Andy's, coming to visit. We managed to capture her, but I don't know if we'll recruit her. She kind of sucks.

We also captured her friend, who was "unwaveringly loyal", but that was of little consequence as we had just finished building a subcore ripscanner. Doere was not a prisoner for very long.

Before Doere was ripscanned, Albina patched her up to avoid her bleeding out, and Henry tagged along to watch. I think the 'work watching' learning desire is my favourite one. Usually, it's cute to imagine a little kid trailing someone and bombarding them with questions about the jobs they're doing, but I'm not sure if it's quite as cute when it's watching someone operate on a prisoner.

Pacifist Vu started a social fight with Irwin, which resulted in her whole arm getting destroyed. Luckily Albina has the 'regrow limb' psycast, and hopefully, Vu will learn not to pick fights with people she has no hope of beating, no matter how empowered she feels wearing stolen liberated armour.

Then we got raided again by more people related to a colonist (and to prisoner Pusmeberrus, who in turn is related to Andrei and Andy). Fortunately, Hazrov is a crack shot and downed enough of them that the others turned tail and fled before they reached us. It made Wendy a bit sad, but I'm sure she'll get over it.

Finally, here's Andy being better at drawing dinosaurs than I could ever hope to be.

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Você já sentiu que você não consegui ultrapassar seus medos, bloqueios e inseguranças? Saiba que você não está sozinha, por mais que pareça. O medo sempre vai existir, sempre vamos voltar para os mesmos sentimentos corriqueiros que nos privam de fazer aquilo que nós queremos, mas eis a questão. - Você não pode parar de tentar ultrapassá-los - Vai doer. Sempre dói. Pra gente chegar no lugar que queremos, é inevitável passar pelas dores e principalmente sentir medo das mudanças atreladas a ela. Não temos o poder de vivenciar tudo de uma vez. É um processo de descobrimento e aprendizado constante e que muitas vezes vão exigir reprises para podermos superá-los e levar os ensinamentos, tipo uma terapia de exposição, até que se torne mais fácil viver com essa bagagem. Algo importante de se dizer é... Acolha-se Acolha os seus medos, suas feridas, seus traumas. Caiu, levanta e tenta de novo, mas não fique estagnado no mesmo lugar, se martirizando. É difícil, mas não impossível. Cansa, mas se dê uma pausa, respire e volte a andar. As cicatrizes necessitam de tempo pra cicatrizar, porquê... O medo existe e não deixará de existir.

Lauri Moraes.

[mah1995vkusno]

Em quantos livros me afoguei  Para entender  Que nada pode doer mais Do que a minha própria realidade?

Laury Lorena

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Everything Has Changed- Part 1

Pairing: Faye (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Fezco and the reader have been friends since childhood. She watched Ash grow up and she watched Fez take over the (dangerous) family business, she's been around through it all. He was a leader and she was his side kick, his sounding board, his go-to person other than Ash. They were family and always have been. The reader wasn't familiar of Laurie and her relevance in her best friends life until one night, Fez get's an urgent call from his friend Custer. Everything that follows, let's just say is Custer's fault.

Song: "Woman" by Kesha and The Dap-King Horns

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of sex and abuse, swearing and heavy drug use.

A/n: I really loved planning this story and I've been genuinely tucking it away for a while. But I'm finally sitting down and doing it. Yay me! Also I have zero clue why some tags aren't tagging, it's a love hate relationship with me and tags lmao. I've emailed tumblr help a million times about it and they never have an answer.

I’ve always loved being a ‘Robin’.

I know people give him a lot of shit, being the sidekick and all but some could argue that Robin was one of the most important people in Batman’s life. Actually it’s pretty obvious that he’s one of the most integral parts of his violent, vigilante world. Robin’s are the intelligent ones, the ones who pick up the pieces, but Robin’s are also kind, a sounding board to their Batman. Batman wouldn’t be Batman without a Robin.

Just like Fezco wouldn’t be Fezco without me.

One could argue that his brother Ashtray is his Robin, that they have been together as long as Ash lived, the two of them practically two peas in a pod. What’s different there is that Ashtray, in the nicest way, is a spitting image of Fez, a copycat, if you will. Almost every trait that Fezco had, you could find in his younger brother and it made sense, Fez was all Ashtray knew. They were both loyal, like obedient dogs, strong-willed, level headed (sometimes, least of all on Ash’s part) and they were so, so, hesitant to trust.

I, on the other hand, differed from their type. I’m hotheaded, intelligent but I was an observer, less of a ‘doer’. I watched Ashtray and Fez, I watched them succeed and fuck up beyond belief, there when they needed to hear my heated words, reprimanding them as if they were children in need of a talking down. Sometimes they did, they were boys after all. They didn’t know everything, I knew that- they didn’t- but they learned eventually that even though they didn’t trust most, that they could trust me. That I would lead them straight and I would never lead them wrong.

Fezco was my Batman, and I, his Robin.

We went to school together, dropped out together, contemplated our future together, got high together, helped each other heal from our past. We’ve always been there for each other through thick and thin. He protected me and in return, I made sure Ashtray and him were taken care of in a way that no one had ever cared for them before.

We both lacked the proper parents growing up, mine completely MIA rendering me in the foster care for my whole childhood life and Fez’s parents, well…

There’s a lot to unpack there.

I never thought that I’d meet someone, or two people, with a more fucked family dynamic than I had. Between his strip club owning father, someone who regularly cheated on his wife, and his mother, who left Fez at a young age, Fez was in for a trip. Ash was lucky that he didn’t have to interact with Fez’s dad at all, though he did share the loss and abandonment that Fez went through with his mother.

I’m not exactly sure they were blessed with their grandmother and the way she was either.

She was a dynamo, for fucking sure. I had seen her in action, she was a crazy, spitfire of a woman. She had the world in a vice grip, her perfectly manicured nails tightly wrapped around the throats of egotistical men, and she had everyone around her on their knees. She was a wonderful woman but she was not a good caregiver. She was flighty and argumentative, violent, she cursed way too much for Fez and Ash’s young ears. I hated that her fate ended in the way it did, with Fez tied to her bed, taking care of her for the rest of his or her life.

I guess they’re lucky to have me, right?

“Yo, you good?” Fez’s deep voice snaps me out of my thoughts, my eyes glancing at him briefly before returning my attention to the quiet alley outside the car. The street lights flicker above us, the quiet crickets making my spine crawl as I reach over to instinctively lock the passenger door. “You didn’t have to come, ya know? Coulda just stayed with Ash.” He mutters, rubbing a hand over the top of his head before resting his forehead against the cool glass beside him. He looks ansty, his knees bobbing up and down anxiously as he watches the street out in front of us.

“I wouldn’t be a good sidekick if I did that, huh?” I laugh, reaching over to turn the music up a bit, watching as he rolls his eyes playfully, his hand reaching out to slap my thigh. He laughs, his chest rumbling as he relaxes a bit into the seat behind him.

I’m sure a lot of you are thinking, ‘well you’ve been friends for all this time and you’ve never hooked up?’ Yeah, I get it, man and woman, we stay over at each other’s houses, we grew up together, we went through puberty together. But no, we haven’t hooked up, we haven’t kissed, we haven’t done anything outside of the realm of being friends. Not to say that he hasn't thought about it, knowing him and his wild imagination. But we’ve done good on our not having ‘complicated feelings’ towards each other, not that it was hard for me. He’s been hopelessly in love with the wonderful Lexi Howard, and me? Well, men were never in the picture to begin with, if you know what I mean.

“You wanna tell me why we’re here?” I ask, kicking my feet up on the dash as Fez narrows his eyes at me. He doesn’t move to kick my feet off of his car, just huffs and rubs a tired hand over his face. “Because I could be on a date with any one of my options from Tinder.” I smirk, watching his eyes roll, his throat clearing in annoyance as he explains.

“A friend’a mine needed help with something- his girl. Needs her bunk with us.” He vaguely explains, his eyes flickering over to mine as my lips part in shock. Was he seriously about to harbor a, possible, fugitive and not run it by me or Ash. Did he even run this by Ash to begin with? “I know I didn’t tell you nothing and I know I’m wrong for that- trust me, Ash is gonna be fucking pissed-” well that explains that, “and I’ll fuckin’ explain why I had to do this, but later.” He waves me off, defensive right off the bat as my brows lift, shocked at his tense tone. “Just fucking behave and play nice.” He nods out the window, my head turning to see a young girl running towards us, tears running down her cheeks with a bag clutched tightly to her chest. She opens the door with a loud cry, my eyes wide as I look at Fez, waiting for some kind of explanation to her dramatic tears.

“Custer said that you pushed someone off a balcony-”

“Custer!?” I yell, slamming my hands on the middle console as I glare at Fez. He curses under his breath as I seethe, knowing that he would never hear the end of this after the mention of that ‘man’. I hate Custer with my whole being, everyone who knows me and knows Custer knows this. I hate that he exists, I hate the way he speaks, the way he acts. The last thing I would ever think of when I think of Custer is him having a girlfriend- a hot one at that. I turn back to look at her, watching as she reaches up to wipe her cheeks, letting out soft sniffles as her eyes flicker over my furious expression. She looks kind and soft, her blue eyes teary and red, I presume from drugs and heavy emotions. She doesn’t look like she’d push someone off a balcony, let alone hurt a fly, her frilly outfit and blushed cheeks almost making her look innocent- like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I’m Faye.” She politely waves, Fez sighing aggressively as he slams on the gas, Faye and I both letting out a groan as the car flies forward down the alley. I turn back to look at the girl, her eyes watching Fez timidly as she speaks up. “I wouldn’t have pushed him but he was just so mean to me.” She sniffles, her hands shaking in her lap as I pout, looking to Fez for support but he just stares forward, already tired of his situation he got himself into. “I’m Y/n.” I whisper to her, low enough to not bother Fez but loud enough to hear over the music that pounds through the car. She smiles softly, her plump lips forming the most beautiful smile. It was hard to think of someone as beautiful as her in a relationship with someone as vile as Custer, not understanding the appeal. Maybe it was out of convenience, maybe it was some drug thing or business thing that she really didn’t have a choice in. It seemed more likely than her opting to be with that snake.

“Fez, you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend.” Faye looks at my friend, a laugh leaving my lips as I reach over to pat his shoulder, relaxing back into my seat as I look out the window, watching the street lights pass by, creating a haze in the dusty glass.

“Not my girlfriend, Faye.” He mutters, my shoulders shrugging teasingly.

“He wishes.” I snort, Faye’s quiet laugh making me smile as Fez glares at me, begging me to clarify so he doesn’t have to. “I don’t swing his way, sweetheart.” I laugh, reaching over to pluck the joint from behind Fez’s here, stealing his lighter too, hearing a quiet ‘oh’ from the backseat. My eyes flicker back to Faye through the rearview mirror, watching as she leans towards the back of my seat, tapping me on the shoulder.

“I’ve had like a really stressful night- wanna share?” She asks, referring to the weed as I chuckle, taking a hit before handing it back to her, her shaky fingers slipping it between her lips. I watch in awe as she seamlessly takes a hit, her eyes fluttering shut as my tongue sweeps out to wet my lips. She’s got a boyfriend, Y/n. “Thanks.” She mutters before leaning back against the seat, looking out the window as the smoke seeps from her and into the air. I take a cleansing breath, calming my hormones and thoughts as I sit back against the seat, my eyes wide as I stare at Fezco.

How did he expect me to be in the same vicinity as her? She was beyond my type and totally not within reach. She’s gorgeous, soft spoken, she’s obviously funny if Fez likes her enough to share his home with her, without running it by Ash or I. I practically lived at their house as it was so how was this going to work? Was she going to sleep on the couch? Was she going to share the guest room with me? Did Fez just assume that, because we’re girls, we could share a space together without it being weird? Was it weird? Or was that just me and my obviously dirty mind wandering to what would happen if we were to share a bed?

By the time we reach the house, stepping into the living room, Ash is on us.

“What the fuck do you think you doin’?” Ash steps up to his older brother, sizing him up as he shoots hateful glances at Faye. My eyebrows pull together in confusion as I reach forward, placing a hand on the boy's chest to push him back, silently reminding him to check himself. He grunts, his shoulders pulled back, almost in a territorial way as he avoids my mother-like, reprimanding glances.

“Don’t be a dog, Ash. We have a guest-” I start but he cuts me off, his eyes angry as he looks from me to Fez who just looks down to the ground, shutting the door silently behind him.

“Yeah a guest who’s a fucking junkie hooker who doesn’t know her place.” Ash snaps, my finger immediately pointing in his face, knowing that better be the last disrespectful thing to leave his mouth. I did not raise this fucker to talk to a woman like that. He steps back a bit as he shakes his head, rolling his eyes before storming out of the room. I force a breath out as I turn to Fez with my hands on my hips, confused, tired and angry at how this night is going.

“Can someone explain to me why he’s talking like that about someone he doesn’t even know?” I ask, tilting my head at Fez as he rubs the back of his neck, a telltale sign that he's hiding something from me. My eyes flicker over to Faye as she sighs sadly, her lips pulling down into a frown.

“The deal that went wrong a few months ago- Faye was the other girl with Rue in the car.” Fez grumbles, my lips parting in shock, immediately wondering why he never told me this and why it was such a big deal to hide it until now. “Custer knows some shit on Ash and I- things you don’t know and neither does she. I’d like it to fuckin’ stay that way, alright?” He nods sternly at me, my shoulders deflating in subtle betrayal as he sighs, realizing my disappointment. Stepping up to me quietly, he places his hands on my shoulders, his eyes sincere and shining with regret. “I’ll tell you eventually, ‘lright? For now I gotta make sure we good and safe. So fuckin’ behave and keep your head down.” He whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead. “I gotta go talk some fuckin’ sense into that kid on how to talk to a woman- show her around, please.” He mutters before slipping past me, Faye and I both watching as he exits the room, his footsteps heard from down the hall.

Turning back to Faye, she looks overall deflated, her eyes sad as she stares down emptily at her bag. Now that she’s upright, I can tell that my inference earlier about her and drugs was correct, little bruises lining her inner arms as she itches and picks at the skin.

“I can cover those for you.” I smile, motioning towards her arms as she snaps her hands to her sides, embarrassed that I caught her and pointed it out. I just shake my head, calming her worries with a simple look as I reach down, picking up her bag to sling it over my shoulder. “Follow me.”

She doesn’t seem to pay much attention as I give her the ‘grand tour’, probably aching to get into bed and fall fast asleep. She looks like she could drop at any second, her eyelids heavy and cheeks stained with dry tears. By the time we reach the guest bedroom, what’s designated as my room, she looks relieved.

“This is my room but you can stay in here if you want. I’m a more hospitable host than the two dickheads.” I wink, watching as her face relaxes into a smile, a bright laugh bubbling from her lips.

“I wouldn’t want to, like, kick you out or anything…” She trails off but I just step into the room, tossing her bag onto the bed as she laughs bashfully, understanding that I’m not giving her a choice.

“I’ll sleep on the couch or I’ll just hunker down on the floor in here or something. If you don’t mind. Fez wakes up super fucking early and has no remourse for how loud he is with the coffee maker.” I laugh, sitting down on the edge of the bed as I watch her slowly step around the room, taking everything in. Now that she's standing, I really get a good sense of her; her long legs, the bruises on her upper arms and knees, the dark bags around her eyes under the light. She looks almost skeleton-like, her lips in a permanent, resting frown when she’s not speaking. “So…” I trail off, gaining her attention as she sends me a soft look over her shoulder, my breath catching in my throat at the pretty sight. “Custer, huh?” I laugh, watching as she rolls her eyes playfully, leaning up against the wall with a teasing smile.

“Shut up.” She whispers, her blue eyes glistening with mischief as her eyes flicker to look at the ground with a shake of her head. “Too sober to talk about that since Fez made it clear I wasn’t allowed to have any of my fucking drugs.” She huffs, my head nodding slowly as I think back to the raid that occured in this very home not even six months ago. He had a point to be careful but if she was like any of his other customers, he knew better than to just cut her off. That it could be dangerous. I’ll chew his ear off later.

“Gotcha…” I whisper, my hands clasped in my lap as I clear my throat, wanting to keep the conversation going, wanting to learn anything about her that she would offer. Enticing wasn’t the word I’d use to describe her, maybe hypnotizing. “I’m sorry that Fez was kinda rude. Same with Ash.” I laugh nervously, watching as she shakes her head with a laugh.

“Could be worse.” She shrugs, my eyebrows raising as I silently urge her on, a smirk on her lips as she contemplates her next words. “Could be in a relationship with Custer… oh wait.” She jokes in a quiet voice, almost timid at her own joke, a shocked laugh leaving my lips as her eyes crinkle beautifully, my head bobbing in a proud nod.

“Wow, good burn.” I giggle, watching her, mesmerized, as she moves fluidly to sit next to me on the bed, her shoulders still bobbing with laughter.

“I know, I’m that good.” She brushes off, rolling her eyes as we relax into comfortable silence. The smile doesn’t leave my lips as she sighs slowly, my head tilting to look at her as she meets my gaze. She smiles sheepishly as my lips part but no words come out. “I’m really tired-”

“Shit, yeah, you should go to sleep.” I rise from the bed awkwardly as I clap my hands in front of me, motioning towards the door. She giggles nervously as I brush a piece of my hair behind my ear- like an idiot- watching as her legs curl up underneath her on the bed. “I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.” Ignoring her agreement to me sleeping on the floor, my embarrassment consumes me, urging me to put a good amount of distance between us before I do something idiodic. She sends me another nod and a soft wave as I step out into the hallway, my hand shaking against the doorknob as I pull it closed.

The image of her smile burns into my brain as I close my eyes with a foolish grin, beating myself up as I watch Fez leave Ash’s bedroom from down the hall. He looks at me with a confused look, his eyes squinting at me as I point behind me and to the guest bedroom.

“I offered her my bed. Like an idiot.” Fez laughs out loud as he walks towards me, patting my shoulder silently in quiet understanding. I run a hand through my hair as I watch him enter his bedroom, not before sending me a knowing wink over his shoulder. Asshole. “Fuck…” Leaning against the wall, I take a deep breath, my eyes locked on the door that separates me from, apparently, the woman of my dreams. Holy shit, this is possibly the most stereotypical thing that’s ever happened to me.

Is there ever a Batman comic where Robin gets a love interest?

If not, then I think I’m living it. ================================================

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some more rarepair het ships because i had fun with the first batch <3

Steve X Cheryl

Steve has a type, and quirky, cute and badass fits it to a T. They start off as friends, Steve thrilled when he gets through Cheryl's initial shyness, bringing out the girl's dry sense of humor.

Steve tries to flirt, but after everything that happened with first Nancy and then Robin, he's not very confident in it. When Cheryl doesn't immediately pick up on what he’s attempting, he's quick to brush it off as a joke.

They dance around each other for quite some time, both awkward and unsure if the other is even looking for a relationship, insisting they’re “just friends”. The others often joke about their very obvious mutual crushes behind their backs, but thankfully don’t intervene.

In the end, it's Cheryl who makes the first move, hesitantly grabbing his hand and holding it longer than appropriate, looking at him shyly. Steve's brain takes a few seconds to catch up but when it does, the wide smile spreading over his face is answer enough.

Steve not only offers a positive outlook on life that Cheryl desperately needs after everything that happened to her, but is also an amazing shoulder to cry on. Cheryl in turn both embraces his silly, joking, King Steve side, and also encourages him to be real with her, letting him share his own trauma and talk about the homesickness and insecurity under the carefree demeanor.

Cheryl loves when Steve talks about his life back in Hawkins, the boy going on and on about how much she’d love his friends and the kids. She knows that they’ll never escape, but still likes to imagine that if they did, she’d go with him to his time.

Zarina X Adam

Ever since Zarina arrived at the campfire, some of the more boisterous survivors rubbed her the wrong way, many of them proof that the loudest voices are the only ones to ever be heard. Adam was one of the few who didn't volunteer much information about himself apart from the basics, usually sitting quietly by himself. And since Zarina always liked mysteries, she promptly made it her mission to get to know him.

Both world-wise and hungry for knowledge, they quickly start sharing stories from their travels that gradually morph into talking about their backgrounds. Even if it's initially Zarina basically interviewing Adam, the teacher was quick to start opening up, seeing what a great listener the curious documentarian is.

Adam can be surprisingly smooth when he wants to, and when he smiles genuinely and tells her she's the most interesting woman he's ever met, how could Zarina not fall for him?

He’s much more of a thinker than a doer, balancing out her practical personality and even making her reconsider some of her impulsive decisions in and out of trials.

Zarina has never felt particularly feminine, with her androgynous features and tendency to sneak out with her camera instead of putting on a face full of makeup to go partying. But held in Adam’s arms, she feels like she’s finally allowed to show a softer side of herself.

Laurie X Dwight

It takes a long time before either of them even consider romance, Dwight desperately trying to keep the group together and Laurie stuck in a constant fight-or-flight mode ever since that one Halloween night. 

Laurie was never into bad boys and sees all of Dwight's good qualities instead of the bad. Yes, he's scared and insecure, but he's also a great strategist and always knows exactly how much they all can handle. She thinks they’re a lot alike in some ways; nerdy and frail-looking until faced with a crisis that forces them to show what they’re truly capable of.

Together they're a power couple as leaders, filling in where the other falls short. Dwight's confidence soars not only because he knows Laurie always has his back, but also because he's just never had such an attractive girl be interested in him.

Laurie is far from a damsel and appreciates not only how sensitive Dwight is compared to the boys in her time, but also how balanced their relationship is, both helping each other as much as they can in an equal give and take.

Despite being mostly business in front of the others, as soon as it’s just the two of them it’s a completely different story. When alone, these two strict, trial-hardened leaders become blushing, giggly messes. Relationships aren't something either is very experienced in, but they're happy to learn together.

Quentin X Nea

Nea is just the right amount of brash to Quentin's more careful personality. She's definitely what his dad would have called a bad influence, but Quentin recognizes that under the sharp tongue and petty vandalism lies a heart of gold.

Despite both being independent, they’re always there for one another. Quentin brings out a softer side of the normally shut-off girl, giving her rebellious soul a place to belong.

He loves that she doesn't treat him like he's an infant, letting him make his own damn decisions of whether or not he wants to sacrifice himself in trials or stay awake for days on end.

They talk a lot, usually found hanging out together just outside of the survivor camp, sharing stories mostly from their childhoods and less than stellar teenage years. Neither ever quite felt like they could bond with their parents, instead looking elsewhere to feel important, and now they’ve finally found someone who understands.

Sex isn’t something either is comfortable with or interested in, respectively, but it doesn't mean their relationship is any less intimate than those of others. They love and respect each other deeply, more than happy with the occasional cuddles and kisses and sharing a strong emotional bond.

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Can you go into more detail about thinking vs doing in 3s?

I'm less confident speculating about this than on the 6 post, because I'm not a 3, but I'll give it my best shot.

3s avoid feeling through either thinking or doing, so there are two kinds of 3s -- the doing > thinking 3s, and the thinking > doing 3s.

3s value ambition, presentation, success, achievement, being self-resourceful, and trusting oneself to get it done, while denying their faults to others and re-framing things positively (I have learned a valuable thing from this perceived 'failure' that will make me a stronger person/ better employee next time).

I think someone like Tony Robbins is a good example of a 'doer' 3 -- he uses strategic logic to provide immediate solutions; people pay him a lot of money (because he is successful at his treatments) to help them achieve more, or quit smoking, or gain self-control. For example, one unorthodox method he had of helping man quit smoking was to have him smoke an entire pack of cigarettes, until he got sick and puked afterward; he forever after associated the smell of cigarettes with barfing and being nauseated, which made them less appealing. This is an example of a doing 3 -- identifying a problem and immediately doing something about it. Not discussing it, but actively solving it through rapid action. You want to quit? You can't do it on willpower, you have to disgust yourself first. This 3 acts before they think, and they are more about the end result than the process. They spend less time engaged in theorizing and more time in being productive. They work toward their goals more than they stop to analyze their decisions. They identify the steps necessary to get where they want to go, and goes after it -- the 3 who puts themselves out there, who applies for that promotion, who knocks on doors, etc. Their source of pride comes from what they accomplish -- in a day, in a month, in a year. Their identity may be tied up in what they get done and succeed at, more than in their intellectual arrogance, and they act before they think. They have a lot of 'gut energy' tied up in their 3-ness and don't let the grass grow under their feet.

They would also be more inclined to over-work to avoid anxiety (the fear that they will be a failure only causes them to work harder; to bury their anxieties about being exposed or vulnerable in putting in all the effort required to meet their goals).

The thinker 3 would be more analytical and focused on productive thinking -- on problem-solving, identifying potential problems, meeting them, and setting themselves up to succeed before taking direct action by identifying what they want and finding a strategic way to go after it. She's a fictional character, but Amy March seems like this kind of 3 -- she thinks things through, she is insightful, and she knows when to call it quits; as she tells Laurie, either I want to be the best or I will be nothing; I'd rather be nothing than middling. She is more objective about her talent and what she can accomplish, because she thinks through the process of pursuing her goals. She gives up on what is a waste of her time, rather than push through it with 'doing' (I am a middling artist, I can't compete, so I won't try). I think these 3s are more objective, analytical, and able to stop pursuing what isn't serving them faster than the doing 3s, who get caught up in... well, doing it.

Hope that helps. It's literally off the cuff.

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“it was always this way for me : each time the beloved showed they could do any ordinary task in the real world, something anybody on earth did every day as a matter of course, it deepened their mystery for me and made me crazy with love. i would be stabbed with love and admiration to the point of collapse. for i was not like them, these doers of the ordinary” - zippermouth, laurie weeks

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laurie x sebastian

Who is a night owl: 

Sebastian — não sei se imagino a Laurie dessa forma, talvez, mas definitivamente eu vejo ele como a pessoa que fica mais tempo acordado (até porque ele é acostumado, desde a faculdade, a madrugar para entregar trabalhos e projetos). 

Who is a morning person:

Laurie — talvez eu esteja errada, mas imagino a Laurie como aquelas pessoas que acordam de manhã com toda a energia do mundo. E como o Sebastian dorme bem mais tarde que ela, geralmente ele é aquele que não quer ser acordado.

Are they cuddlers:

sim e não? não acho que eles sejam o tipo de casal que fica(va) se abraçando e beijando em público, mas acho que dependendo do momento eles são sim (ver um filme enquanto dividem um cobertor, é praticamente impossível não ser).

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:

não sabia o que isso significava até três segundos atrás kkkk soa estranho falar que "big spoon" é o sebastian e "little spoon" é a laurie, mas é isso mesmo.

What is their favourite sleeping position:

gosto de pensar que é a segunda de cima, mas não tenho certeza (pensar nisso é demais pra mim kkkk)

Who steals all the blankets:

isso parece ser uma coisa que a Laurie faria kk

What they wear to bed:

depende, rs. mas acho que a laurie iria gostar de dormir com uma camiseta do sebastian, enquanto ele só dorme com a parte de baixo (cueca ou calça de moletom).

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

Sebastian — eu super acho que ele reclamaria dela pegando tudo quanto é roupa dele, mas no fundo iria amar.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

Sebastian — apenas kkk

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

eu não sei, acho que nenhum dos dois? pelo menos, não seria algo comum.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

Laurie — ela é menor, o soco não iria doer tanto (imagina se fosse o contrário, coitada)

Who can’t keep their hands to themself:

honestamente, não tenho a menor ideia.

[21h02]

Sentir um bebê chutando é lindo até começar a doer. Ele me acorda toda noite e olha que só tem 5 meses. Chuta quando a posição que eu deito não é confortável pra ele, quando tem barulho demais, quando tá muito frio ou muito quente, e eu tenho a impressão de que ele é bem estressadinho. Eu senti muita dor e acordei muitas noites até descobrir o que faz ele se acalmar. O óbvio. A mesma coisa que faz todo mundo se acalmar. Música. Mas não dá pra ser qualquer música ele basicamente odeia pop, funk, etc kkkk Ainda bem que eu nem saí de casa no carnaval. As musicas que ele mais gosta são “Wish you were here - Pink Floyd” “The sky is crying - Gary B.B. Coleman” “I’d rather go blind - Etta James” e o Hugh Laurie tocando e cantando qualquer coisa. O jeito que ele fica calmo é muito lindo. Ele tá bem. Estamos bem. Eu nem sei descrever quão maravilhosa é a sensação de tê-lo na minha vida. Ele é incrível

Obrigada por existir

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Evil Doers, Ink on Paper, Laurie Hamilton spring 2020

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Lizzie Ross, co-convener since 2018 and last year’s co-host for Witch Week, blogs about reading and writing at LizzieRossWriter.com. In this post she rightly draws attention to villains in graphic novels, the range of which may prove surprising to those not familiar with this genre.

Yesterday, Laurie from Relevant Obscurity set the tone for Witch Week 2019 by providing us with a list of despicable qualities found in evil rulers. In this post I apply Laurie’s points to villains of all sorts in fantasy graphic novels. Some of these villains are leaders or want to be; others use/enslave/kill characters to gain power or wealth or longer life; still others just seem to get joy out of causing mayhem. But whatever their motivations, they’re all heinous enough to provide frissons of horror.

Watchmen: The Deluxe Edition, Alan Moore / Dave Gibbons, DC Comics, 1986-1987/2013

Lately, the distinctions between hero and villain in graphic novels have grown nebulous, with sympathetic villains and troubled heroes making it difficult to decide who we’re rooting for. Unlike Jadis in Narnia, whose icy demeanor hides nothing more than a cold lust for power, characters like Watchmen’s Rorschach and Monstress’s Maika Halfwolf have so many flaws their very clothes and skin seem to writhe in agony. And yet, neither is a villain. Nimona kills her enemies with barely an afterthought, finding it more expedient to wipe them out than to negotiate or try to go around them. And yet, we can’t help rooting for her, and she is most definitely not the villain of the story.

Beowulf, Santiago García / David Rubín, Image Comics, 2018

Of course there are still many traditional – that is, unredeemable – graphic novel villains. Grendel in García’s and Rubín’s Beowulf, based on the 1000-year-old Old English poem, is as relentlessly blood-thirsty as a reader could wish and, when finally revealed in a snowy two-page spread, seems to glow with internal fires of hatred. And those teeth!

The Shadow Hero, Gene Luen Yang & Sonny Liew, First Second Books, 2014

Ten Grand and his gweilo cronies, in Gene Luen Yang’s and Sonny Liew’s The Shadow Hero, are traditional noir villains, greedy and ruthless, preying on Chinese immigrants to enrich themselves via bribes and protection money, never hesitating to kill uncooperative “clients”. Then out of the tenements comes the Green Turtle, a reluctant hero who avenges his father’s death and then returns to his quiet life as Hank Chu, shopkeeper. The Green Turtle made his first appearance in the 1940s, joining other Marvel heroes to fight Axis spies, and in their 2014 prequel, Yang and Liew propose an origin story for this superhero – a “tiger mom” and an ancient spirit provide the push, and the superpower, that turn Hank into the Green Turtle.

Norroway: Book 1 The Black Bull of Norroway, Kit & Cat Seaton, Image Comics, 2018

Drawing on traditional tales such as Beowulf and well-known fairy stories often results in archetypal heroes and villains. But not always. Sisters Kit and Cat Seaton collaborate as author and illustrator of Norroway: The Black Bull of Norroway, a graphic version of a Scottish fairy tale. The Seatons give us the heroine Sibylla, a stubborn and angry teen fated to marry a bull. At first, we suspect the bull itself – huge and stubborn and easily riled – might be the villain, except that we soon recognize that Sibylla will eventually fall in love with her bull. But before that can happen, she loses him. That’s how Book 1 of this proposed trilogy ends – the subsequent volumes will follow Sibylla on her search and, no doubt, let us know what Brom the Bull is doing in the meantime.

So who, then, is the villain in the Seatons’ tale? Is it Brom’s father, who used his children to lengthen his own life? Is it the Old One who caused Brom’s taurine metamorphosis? Or could it be Sibylla herself, who, as a typical teen, resents every burden placed on her and throws periodic destructive tantrums? Only the first volume of this series has been published, so I have no answers yet. Cat Seaton’s dark and muted palette for her illustrations sets a somber tone, making me wonder if the expected happy ending might not arrive after all. We’ll see.

Blackbird: Book 1 The Great Beast, Sam Humphries / Jen Bartel, Image Comics, 2019

Sam Humphries and Jen Bartel in Blackbird give us another angry teen story, set in a modern LA troubled with territorial violence. Cabals of Paragons (magical zombies who look really good for dead people) fight each other for power and new recruits. Nina Rodriguez, the pill-addicted heroine, gets caught up in the battles when her sister is kidnapped by a giant tiger-like beast. Nina’s mother is dead, her alcoholic father AWOL – so Nina’s on her own to rescue her sister. Who can she trust? The handsome flashy guy from the Zon Cabal, or the gorgeous punk blonde from Iridium? As with other villains discussed so far, the evil-doers here seem to be motivated by lust for power. But there’s much still to be revealed as Nina’s tale unfolds, with surprise appearances and the usual plot twists.

Nimona, Noelle Stevenson, Harper Collins/Harper Teen, 2015

Noelle Stevenson’s Nimona began life as a web comic. Dedicating her book “To all the monster girls”, Stevenson turns heroic and villainous archetypes on their heads. The eponymous protagonist, a chubby girl with a punk haircut, talks her dark idol, the evil Lord Ballister Blackheart, into letting her be his sidekick. “Every villain needs a sidekick.” An orphan with shape-shifting powers, Nimona wants to kill all Blackheart’s enemies, who include Sir Ambrosius Goldenloin (Stevenson isn’t coy with her characters’ names), and manages to kill several of them and destroy a lab on her second day of work – to the dismay of Lord Blackheart, who doesn’t believe it’s necessary to kill anyone just to defeat his enemy. Nimona reluctantly falls in line, but we know there’s more mayhem in her future.

Yes, this is a comedy, and yes, from the start there’s no doubt who the real bad guys are. But Nimona’s actions remind us of a few questions for which there are probably no answers: Can you be a hero if you kill people without regret? Is collateral damage ever justifiable? Is it okay to do the right thing for the wrong reasons? Nimona sets the tone within the first few pages: “We’re villains!” she says to Blackheart. “Villains kill people sometimes!” Later, when he protests her love of violence, she points out, “No one’s ever going to take you seriously if you’re too afraid to kill anyone.” She takes “villainy” seriously, and we can only laugh as we see her unintentionally allied with the good guys. She seems always to be doing the right thing for the wrong reason, even if she’s overly bloody in the process.

Black Panther: A Nation Under Our Feet, Ta-Nehisi Coates and Brian Stelfreeze, Marvel Comics, 2016

As with Nimona, moral ambiguity underlies Black Panther, Watchmen, The Sandman, and Monstress, but all four are serious graphic novels, about who should hold power over the rest of us, and whether anything justifies such power. In Monstrous and The Sandman, that power guarantees longer life; in Black Panther, it leads to increased wealth. And in Watchmen, that power allows one man to create his version of Utopia. He wants a better world, but he doesn’t care who dies to get us there. In all of these, the heroes and heroines are constantly faced with choices – what does each fight demand of them? What are they willing to give up, or compromise, in order to win? Only Black Panther, the rightful ruler of Wakanda, escapes with the least compromised principles, but early on his father tells him, “You’re a good man, with a good heart, and it’s hard for a good man to be king.” It’s a warning to us all.

The Sandman, Neil Gaiman /Sam Kieth / Mike Dringenberg / Malcolm Jones III VertigoComics, 1988-89/2010

Monstress, Marjorie Liu / Sana Takeda Image Comics, 2016-2018

To round out this list to an even 10, I close with Shaun Tan’s lovely and enheartening The Arrival, a wordless picture book about the wrench of leaving home for a new life elsewhere. There are no villains in this book, unless you want to count the challenges of being a poor immigrant in a new country whose language you don’t know and whose wife and child are still in the old country. But the story is glorious, with otherworldly sepia-toned artwork. Monstrous tentacles twine around the stone buildings and through the streets and skies of a town in the old country. The new country is like something out of Hieronymus Bosch, full of steaming smokestacks, pyramidal skyscrapers, giant beasts (harmless, mostly), and teeming streets. Terrifying because it’s all so strange. Each page needs several minutes to examine. Perhaps most revealing of Tan’s intent here are the endpapers – 60 passport-like “photos” of people of all ethnicities. These, Tan seems to be saying, are the citizens of the new world; get used to it.

The Arrival, Shaun Tan, Arthur A. Levine Books, 2006

I’ve had fantastic fun re-reading old favorites and discovering new graphic authors and artists for this year’s Witch Week. Have I inspired you to pick up one or two of these books, or at least to tell me about your own favorite graphic novel villains? Let me know. And HAPPY WITCH WEEK!

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Lizzie Ross

Hopefully Lizzie has persuaded you that graphic novels have a wider range of villains than conventional wisdom claims for the comics genre!

#WitchWeek2019 Day 2: Graphic Villainy Lizzie Ross, co-convener since 2018 and last year's co-host for Witch Week, blogs about reading and writing at…

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Escute!

(…) Você: Também fui estuprada violentada na sétima série, no segundo ano, no verão depois da formatura, numa festa eu tinha 16 eu tinha 14 eu tinha 5, e ele fez isso durante três anos eu amava o cara nem conhecia o sujeito. Ele era o irmão da minha melhor amiga, O meu avô, o meu pai, o companheiro da minha mãe, o meu namorado o meu primo o meu técnico eu me encontrei com ele pela primeira vez naquela noite, e  — quatro caras se revezaram, e  — sou um garoto, isso também aconteceu comigo, e —

… Eu fiquei grávida, aí dei a minha filha para adoção… isso aconteceu com você, também? vc tb?

Você: eu não fui estuprada, mas meu pai bebe, mas eu detesto falar, mas meu irmão levou um tiro, mas eu me sinto excluída, mas meus pais se separaram, mas eu não pertenço a nenhuma tribo, mas a gente perdeu a nossa casa, mas eu tenho segredos — sete anos deles e eu me corto eu e minhas amigas nos cortamos todas nós nos cortamos cortamos cortamos pra aliviar a dor

….meu primo de cinco anos foi estuprado — ele está começando a demonstrar isso, agora… você pensa em suicídio? tem vontade de matar o cara?

Você: Melinda se parece muito com uma garota que conheço Não ela se parece muito (comigo) Sou MelindaSarah Sou MelindaRogelio sou MelindaMegan MelundaAmberMelindaStephenToriPhillipNavdiaTiaraMateoKristinaBethe ainda dói, mas mas mas mas este livro me fez sair da concha continua a doer, eu estou bolada, mas o seu livro me fez sair da concha

Você: Eu chorei quando li a história. ri quando a li é uma idiotice? eu me sentei com a menina  — sabe, aquela menina  — Eu me sentei com ela porque ninguém faz isso no almoço e eu sou cheerleader, sabe. Fale! mudou minha vida me tirou da concha me fez pensar nas festas me deu asas este livro abriu a minha boca eu sussurrei, eu gritei arregacei as mangas eu detesto falar mas estou tentando.

Você fez com que eu me lembrasse de quem sou. Valeu. (…) * Com exceções da primeira e da última estrofes, esse poema foi feito com frases e palavras extraídas de milhares de cartas e e-mails recebido por Laurie Halse Anderson nos últimos dez anos.