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My pride and joy are my Water-type Pokémon

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- at the corner
avanti - ahead 
centro - centre
davanti - in front of
destra - right
di fianco (a) - next (to)
di fronte (a) - in front (of)
dietro - behind, back
dritto/diritto - straight (on/ahead)
fino - up to
lontano - far
in mezzo (a) - in the middle (of), between
indietro - back, backwards
sinistra - left
tra/fra - between
(più) vicino - near (nearest)

N.B. Remember that adjectives in Italian are inflected based on grammatical gender and number!

- to go
andare avanti - to go ahead
andare indietro - to go back
arrivare - to get to
camminare - to walk
entrare - to enter
fermarsi - to stop oneself
guidare - to drive
girare (a) - to turn
raggiungere - to get to
proseguire - to go/drive on
salire - to go up, to climb
scendere - to go down
uscire - to go out
voltare (a) -  to turn

come si arriva a…? - how do I get to…?
come posso arrivare a…? - how can I get to…?
come posso raggiungere…? - how can I get to…?
come si fa ad arrivare a…? - how do I get to…?
dov’è…? - where is…?
dove si trova…? - where is…?
mi può dire…?/può dirmi…? - could you please tell me…?
qual è…? - what is…?

mbtimom  asked:

As someone who discovered the cognitive functions closer to middle age, I find it very difficult to determine which functions I use dominantly since I seem to have developed them all to varying degrees throughout my life. Do you have any advice for older adults or some insight on how each type would look later in maturity?

(Gif: if you don’t recognize this, we can’t be friends. :P)

Right, so we’ll do a brief how-to if you’re not sure between functions.

Presuming you have a solid understanding of exactly what the functions do, and how they differ from one another, ask yourself what you need zero time to process with.

Can you react lickety split to your sensory environment (Se) or do you need time alone to process sensory elements (Si)?

Does your brain zip to an immediate intuitive response / theory or run with other people’s ideas without needing time to process (Ne) or do you need alone time to intuit or process ideas (Ni)?

When presented with a problem, is your logical reaction immediate and based on observances you can point out to others (Te) or do you need to sit down, shut other people out, and go inside your mind (Ti) to problem-solve?

When presented with an emotional situation, do you immediately assess and process the feelings as they happen (Fe) or do you need alone time to decide what you are feeling and inclined to not-articulate it (Fi)?

So, you know your functions, but which order?

You know your functions, but you use them all, with moderate degrees of strength. Totally normal for someone who is mature. But, which ones would you spend a day alone with, cuddled up on the couch with ice cream? Which ones DRIVE you, but in a no-pressure kind of way? Which ones REJUVENATE YOU when you use only that one?

Lemme make this easy for you.

Xi-dom: relaxes by delving inside their mind, to the core of themselves. (Ni: how do I intuit the world? Si: how do I interpret the world through my senses? Ti: how do I see logic? Fi: how do I see ethics?)

Xe-dom: relaxes by engaging or impacting the external environment. (Te: organization; Fe: emotional expression; Ne: ideas-gathering and discussion of what lies behind something; Se: sensory exploration, new experiences, action.)


ESFJ: I use my natural abilities with people and my deep understanding of how the world works to open myself and others up to new perspectives and ideas, without forgetting to check myself on a logical basis.

ISFJ: I continually open myself up to new experiences and ideas, and have come into a full awareness of who I am and my own creative potential.

ENFJ: I share my vision with others in order to get them on board, while seeking opportunities to act to carry me toward my desired end, without forgetting to check whether my vision is realistic or not.

INFJ: I continually open myself up to sensory experiences in a healthy way, rather than binging on occasion or doing things I regret; I have learned to do research, ask questions, and rely on sensory input rather than going off my first instinct (which sometimes can be incorrect).

ESTJ: While I am not naturally adept at handling emotions, I have learned their importance to myself and others, and strive to live in such a way that I feel good in my decisions and devote my time, ideas, and energy toward things that matter. I use my wit and zany sense of humor to bond with others.

ISTJ: I have learned to open myself up to new experiences, while never losing track of who I am, where I have come from, or what is “tried and true” in life; I no longer dismiss the intangible as nonsense, but see the value in new concepts and ideas. I can take them and work with the details toward a better world.

ENTJ: While I am not naturally adept at handling emotions, I have learned their importance to myself and others and strive to align my personal values with my visionary goals. I have learned the value of human connections and pacing so I no longer over-extend myself and focus on seeing immediate possibilities as well as creating futuristic insights.

INTJ: I no longer wait on the sidelines of life but actively engage with my environment and the world to make my visions a reality. I continually open myself up to sensory experiences and make fewer destructive “impulse” decisions in my low points. I have learned to rely on sensory input, knowledge, and research to help fill in the gaps with my intuitive thinking rather than just relying on “instinct.”

ESFP: My instinct is still spontaneous and impulse, but I have learned to make decisions based on what I truly want in life, rather than on my first instinct. I have sorted out who I am and what I want in life, and have set workable goals to get there. I self-motivate  by reflecting weekly on my dream, and envisioning what I need to do to get there.

ISFP: I have learned to use my strong sense of independence and my desire to impact the world to accomplish greater things; I study up on ways to bring about my dreams, rather than just longing for them, through forcing myself to finish important tasks that will take me where I want to go in life.

ENFP: I no longer blow through projects, people, or ideas with gusto and leave them half finished, but have learned to take my time, the importance of details, and to set realistic short-term goals for myself. I do not reflect on the negative elements of my life except to motivate me to make better decisions next time. I routinely check myself, to determine if my perceptions about others’ motives are realistic or accurate.

INFP: I have learned the value of profit from my hard work, and figured out how to turn my passions into a way to impact the world or make a living from it. I have learned to not take things too personally, and to ask questions to determine what other people intend, rather than leaping to conclusions. I spend less time longing for the past, and more time finishing my projects, so I can move toward what I want most in life.

ESTP: I have learned the value of establishing genuine relationships with others and not losing interest in them when my focus wanes. I have developed a vision of what I want for the future, and make decisions based on what will get me there, rather than following every sensory impulse.

ISTP: I value human relationships and others’ feelings, even though I do not always understand the rationality behind their decisions. I am motivated not through feelings of praise, but genuine concern and affection for others. I shift my life toward a greater ideal, goal, or vision of what I want from the future.

ENTP: I have learned to focus my attention for longer periods of time on developing individual ideas into something tangible, and not chase every new idea that comes along. I no longer correct, intimidate, or devalue others’ poor logic, because I genuinely value my relationships with other people.

INTP: I realize that others cannot always follow my thinking, and have learned how to enable detailed explanations in order to make my ideas clearer. I may not understand others’ emotions but have learned to respect them, and not devalue their feelings. I seek to create emotional bonds with others, rather than seeing them as something to continually analyze.

- ENFP Mod

Another new print for MechaCon! How could I not do a print featuring YA BOI Guzma & Big Sis Plumeria? =P 

Definitely had a lot of fun messing with the colors for this piece! Be sure to visit me at Table 107 at Rusty Bee Productions in Artist Alley at the end of the month! 💖

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The Imperial Botanical Gardens

The Imperial Botanical Gardens is located 15 km north from the Kaas City and maintained by the Sphere of Biotic Sciences. The Imperial Botanical Gardens consists of Darth Belarn’s mansion and 23 greenhouses spread across 641 hectares. The Gardens are open daily from 10am to 6pm. Guided tours are available every day and themed tours during the Equinox festivities. Tours for private and student groups are available on demand.

The main building was originally built as Darth Belarn’s private mansion in 364 AE and contained her private laboratories and a small greenhouse, which is nowadays an herb garden. During her later years Darth Belarn decided to testament her mansion and the surrounding areas to the Sphere of Biotic Sciences and after her death in 402 AE the Sphere moved their main botanic laboratories to the premises. In 587 AE Darth Ashelon, of the Dark Council, declared Darth Belarn’s mansion and the associated greenhouses as a cultural heritage site and the Imperial Botanical Gardens were opened a year later. Since then the Imperial Botanical Garden has become a popular tourist attraction on Dromund Kaas.

Today Darth Belarn’s mansion functions as the Gardens’ main building, and the library and Science Bureau’s laboratories can found there. The laboratories remain closed to the general public, but the library’s impressive collection of over three million volumes is accessible to all. In addition, the library contains several herbaria, which contain over 100 million plants, as well as an insect collection of two million species. The main art exhibition is displayed at the top floor of the mansion with a biyearly changing theme. Most of the art comes from the Gardens’ own collection of 1.5 million illustrations, but some are on loan from different museums around the Empire.

The Gardens’ living plant collection includes over 500 000 different species from all over the Galaxy. Despite most of the plants originating from various Imperial worlds, two of the greenhouse house species exclusively from the Hutt Space, four from the Republic, and one from the Unknown Region. Due to this, the Gardens house some rare species, such as the Tythonian sageberry. The sageberry was acquired from Tython in 1582 AE, and remains the only one living outside of the Jedi homeworld.

In addition to the Gardens’ impressive collection, visitors can enjoy the cafés and restaurants around the Gardens. The Imperial Botanical Gardens also organizes monthly musical and theatrical performances in the Shâsot house, as well as occasional debates in collaboration with the Sphere of Sith Philosophy. The detailed program can be found at kaasbotanicalgardens.emp.

Traveller’s Guide to Kaas City

kcg4  asked:

Hi Charity as you are an ENFP I wanted to ask you how to do you see Si and Te in you? How was it clear for you that you were Ne dom and Fi aux and not the contrary? You said in the past that you cinsidered yourself socially introvert or shy, which I think is my case and I'm not sure about INFP or ENFP for me. Thanks a lot

My main way of recognizing my status as an extrovert, beyond my need for external stimulation all the time (NOTHING HAS HAPPENED IN TEN MINUTES, MY LIFE SUCKS) is that I am not a Fi-dom. So excuse me, while I once again travel into the land of indecisive Ne to illustrate my point; then I will return to your initial question.

If you compare the INFPs on this blog to the ENFPs, you will notice that the INFP’s Fi is often very prominent and “runs the show.” This is also true with real life INFPs, who as judging dominants, have and express very strong opinions. Since they are in contact with their inner self most of the time, they often know what they like and dislike, what they want to do or refuse to do, and how they FEEL about most things. There is rarely indecision on that point, especially when it comes to the strength of their inner moral focus.

While I have extremely strong opinions in a few areas, in the broader scope of reality, I am far more indecisive and disconnected from my feelings, to the point where half the time, I rationalize them out with Te, or question my “right” to feel this way at all, rather than just use them. Something I admire about INFPs is they tend to be more decisive than I am, especially in their likes and dislikes. As a Ne-dom, my likes and dislikes can change from day to day.

An INFP I know had a fight with her friends once and door-slammed all of them. She knew how she felt, that they were dissing her opinions and not respecting her true self, and after she had enough, she was done. And she did not waffle on that decision. She just quit. She made up with them much later on, but only after her temper cooled, and she had space and time to mature in her own way (and they matured also). She knew what she wanted: them gone. For now.

I complained the other day to my mother about Elizabeth of York in Philippa Gregory’s novel / miniseries, The White Princess. She is so indecisive. She changes her mind from one chapter to the next about who she is, what she wants, and answers “I don’t know” to half the questions posed to her. Some days she likes her husband, some days she doesn’t; she intends to give up on him, then turns around and falls for him again. It’s seriously annoying.

Once I got done with my rant, my mother smiled and said, “So she’s basically you, in literary form.”

Gee, thanks mom.

My mouth hung open for a couple of seconds, while my Fi had a little tantrum, and then my Te immediately snapped in and I went: “I guess. But I’d make a BAD heroine. Heroines need to be decisive! Books need plots! Heroines need to know what they want, or at least figure it out, and get there, not be lost in indecision! The plot must move forward!”

Unlike me. =P

Ne-dom makes me changeable. And it annoys me. One day, I might want this. The next day, I might not. One day, I might decide that this friend sucks. The next day, I might think I was wrong and they’re awesome. They did not change. My Ne flipped the situation around for a different perspective. It runs right over my Fi and what it wants, all the time. This means that I either do not KNOW what I want or cannot ADMIT to myself what I want, nor give myself permission to want it. It annoys me, it annoys my parents, it annoys my friends, and it annoys my cat. But that’s how it is.

I WISH I had some Fi to haul Ne’s ass into a chair and decide: NOPE. But no, instead Ne hauls me around with Fi going “Um… I don’t know how I feel yet?”

But anyway, rant aside: back to your question.

How do I see Si and Te in me?

I see Te a lot when I ‘temporarily loop’ in order to avoid dealing with my feelings. I do not LIKE my feelings. I consider them a major pain in the butt. When my grandpa died, I was a wreck before it happened. I didn’t even know him that well, but it took him a long time to die. His organs slowly shut down. I was so immersed in the pain of what was happening to my loved ones, that I cried way more than any of them. But after his death, my Te immediately kicked in. Mom wanted to clear out his house. Like, immediately. That’s how she copes.

So we did. I put aside my emotions, went into that house, and went through all my grandparents’ stuff. We filled a dumpster. I organized everything we decided to keep in piles for the family to choose from after the funeral. A lot of my decisions were people-motivated – my cousins loved playing these games with Grandma. Shall we keep them? I’ll make sure they have all the pieces and put them in nice piles. I did the funeral video. Everyone needs a Ne-dom for that. It wasn’t just about Grandpa, it was about his life. His dreams. His parents. The culture he grew up in. I managed the voice-over, without falling to pieces.

And then, I moved on.

My Si is very poor. I may be adverse to CHANGE when people announce it (and I have to deal with it a lot, my parents literally cannot live six months without changing their house around, the yard, etc) but I am not stuck in the past. Half the time it never comes to my mind. The past flows beyond me. A day can seem a week ago, and three years ago can seem like yesterday. I gaped when a friend showed me a picture recently with 2014 stamped on the bottom. That was that long ago!? My grasp on time sucks. My awareness of time sucks. My own carelessness with time… sucks. A Si-friend recently said, “You should take more pictures with your cat. You will want them when she’s eventually gone.”

I stared at her. “I will?”

See, I don’t think like that. When people, places, things, are gone, I miss them. I love them. I still think about them sometimes, but they are gone. I do not pour over pictures. I do not sit and endlessly talk about the past. I do not want to think about the past. I moved on.

Sometimes, people tell me I should slow down, or take more time with that, since they do not want me to “look back one day, and regret this moment.”

Thing is, that probably won’t happen. I rarely go back.

Unless I hurt someone badly, and never received their forgiveness, or am beating myself up about something I should have done to stop something bad from happening, I don’t look back and regret. You cannot drive a car staring into your rear view mirror. In that way, I am careless. But I don’t know how to NOT be careless. Things matter right now, and then they’re gone. I loved that show, but it’s canceled. There’s new stuff to watch. I take in so much of it (as a Ne-dom), only a few things stick longer than six months.

And sometimes, I desperately want them to stick. I sit with someone or something loving it, immersed in its beauty, and think, “How can I hold onto it? I already feel it slipping away! WHY CAN’T I APPRECIATE THIS MORE?”

Inferior Si.

This is going to sound weird, because it is weird. But, under stress… I start obsessively tinkering with sensory elements. I’ve been editing and rewriting a book for what seems like forever (forever to me is four months, but I don’t want to talk about how this is the eighth draft of the fourth version of this book in two years) which is very tedious, Si-driven work. My Te is happy to help out with deadlines, and charts, and word counts, and I have a nice little sheet of paper with things marked on it, where I enter my progress each day to keep myself motivated. But I swear on my soul, yesterday when I opened the file, my Si went nuts and said: I don’t like this font. It curls funny. Change it.

So I did.

And then I sat there for at least ten minutes, changing the font, again and again, then the sizing several times. I printed out a page to see how it will look in book form, then promptly forgot which configuration I used (poor Si!) and had to print several more sheets in different sizes. I never did figure out which was the font and what size I used for that first sheet. (Shame, I like it the best.) Then I resized the file across my screen, to try and get the font to ‘curl’ how I like it, so I could read it. I cannot read it, unless it’s the right size. And font. And I must edit so there are no paragraphs that end with one word on the next line.

(Are you laughing yet? Is that not pathetic? Welcome to my life.)

Screw inferior Si. It’s bullshit.

I never know how to say this without hurting feelings but… Fi-doms are sensitive and since INFPs have higher Si, they do not forgive you fast.

Think about two terrific insults against NFPs (from future husbands) in literature and compare them to how you process things.

Gilbert Blythe pulls Anne Shirley’s braid and calls her carrots. The little INFP smashes her slate against his head and screams at him in class. She then tells Diana “the iron has entered my soul: I shall never forgive him,” and proceeds to ignore him, compete with him, and refuse to speak to him. For years. Gibert has to grovel to get on her good side, many times. She is super sensitive and her emotions flare up immediately. “You hurt me EXCRUCIATINGLY,” she says. She means it. He DID.

Mr. Darcy insults Lizzie’s appearance (she is not handsome enough to tempt me into a dance – ie, she’s not that pretty) in Pride & Prejudice. ENFP Lizzie gapes at him, then promptly turns it into a joke. She never brings it up again. She’s mad, but more mad about what he does to Jane than his insult. She finally confronts him when he proposes, but not about that. No, it was not the insult that hit her; it was the impression she formed of his character, based on it. And when he writes her a letter that basically calls out her family for being loud, obnoxious, inappropriate trash, she is pissed but has enough high Te to realize: he has every right to feel that way about us, based on what he saw. Once she realizes WHY he thinks how he does, her anger cools. And her mind changes about him. The anger dissipates.

Did he hurt her? Sure. Deeply? Not so much.

Someone walked up to my INFP the other day and insulted her appearance. It hurt. A lot. She will probably never speak to him again.

A person insulted me to my face at dinner a few years ago. He basically implied the people I work with and the caliber of their work is poor, and I should do a better job selecting the material we work on together. (IE: Wow, you suck.) I bitch-slapped him good with a Te-snarl comeback and … promptly moved on. I was mildly annoyed by it, and it certainly colored our interactions from that point on, but I wasn’t hurt by it so much as annoyed. We stayed “friends.”

I can count the number of times people have actually hurt my feelings on one hand. My Te is strong.

How do I know this?

I’m one of the first people to come up with a rational, non-emotional “fix it” to problems. I often discount my own feelings or put them aside entirely, to get a job done. I remember one time, a friend PM’d me after I wrote a movie review and said, “But did you LIKE it?? You wrote an excellent review, but it was so non-emotional I don’t even know what YOU thought of it.” I criticized the poor elements and talked about the good ones, but there was none of “me” there.

I admit, I was a little more emotionally reactive as a child / young teeanger, but Fi still wasn’t running the show. Most Fi-dom children are very sensitive. When asked what I was like, various family members (without consulting one another) have laughed and said, “Your focus was on being a comedian. You wanted to make people laugh. But you were not especially emotional.”

I’m not. It’s true. Sometimes to my own determent.

- ENFP Mod

PS: If you get to the end of this certain you are an NFP, but you don’t know what you do in a situation in order to compare it to Lizzie or Anne’s emotional reactions, congrats: that’s shitastic inferior Si. You are an indecisive Ne-dom.


miles congratulating michael on the pregnancy!!! i’m crying!!!

anonymous asked:

i follow you on ig and oml sis how do you blend ur eyeshadow so nice??? and what eyeliner do you use? xoxo

omfghjfgd this is the best compliment thank u so much angel

  • i lov the too faced shadow insurance it never does me wrong, sometime i don’t have time to take off my makeup b4 going to the gym and my foundation will look a MESS but my eyeshadow looks exactly how i applied it twelve hours prior.
  • the THING w/ too faced shadow insurance is that she’s a DIVA. she HATES being applied over any other product, which is fine 4 me bc i do eyes b4 foundation but on days where i do foundation first, i’ll still do the shadow insurance first + set it w/ a skin coloured shadow and THEN do the rest of my face just bc even if i avoid putting foundation on my lids she hates the setting powder that gets there smh.
  • ALSO WITH SHADOW INSURANCE.. if it’s a new tube you should apply it and then wait thirty seconds before setting it w/ a shadow, like you wait with lash glue, BUT if it’s almost empty set IMEDIATELY bc it’s had time to oxydize a little within the tube bc there’s more air in there. 
  • I use morphe m433, m505, s26 and zoeva 228 brushes 2 blend but tbh just google the m505 morphe brush and any brush that looks like that should do the job
  • i always use a light orange/peach transition shade b4 any other shaddow
  • I try to avoid adding shadow too far from the crease bc the blending gon blend it up there anyway so if i did apply it to where i want to blend it to then it wouldn’t work bc the blending would blend it into my eyebrows u know

ALSO i use the maybelline gel liner i lov it

Batman's Daughter: Harder than I Thought

“Get up E, get up!” Dick stood above you, his hands behind his back. The pair of you had been training for the past hour. It was 2 in the morning and every inch of your body begged you to stay down.

“I- I can’t Dick. I twisted my ankle falling, I need to ice it” I sat up, slowly. Dick’s face, which usually had an amused look turned to annoyance.

“I’m sorry, I thought I was training you to be the next Robin. You need to learn to fight through pain E. Now get up” He crouched before me balancing on the balls of his feet.

“I said no” I kick with one of my legs trying to sweep his legs out from under him. It didn’t work.

“At least you tried” Dick now stood about four feet away from me, having done a back flip to avoid landing on my legs. He walked slowly towards me reaching out his hand. “Come on, we have school, and you don’t seem like you can take much more of this” I grabbed his hand, wobbling up.

“Walk on it normally E, you have endurance training tomorrow. Best to get a head start now” An easy smile returned to Dick’s face as we headed for the stairs. Why on earth did we not have an elevator.

“What do you mean by that D?” I limped next to Dick pain searing up my leg. Tomorrow was going to be rough with this ankle. Dick stopped, facing me with a cheek to cheek grin.

“Tomorrow, for training, you are going to wear heels. All. Day. Long” Dick started to walk backwards as I began to stalk him.

“Dick, that’s nearly impossible” I reached out, but he jumped backwards. Damn his acrobatic skills.

“Well, you should of thought of that before you quit training earlier. Here’s the deal, tomorrow you can’t complain to anyone, no one can notice you limp, and you can’t leave school early for any reason. If you can do this all, we won’t train for the next two days, but if you do, we’ll train tomorrow and go longer than we did today” Dick turned, sprinting up the stairs.

“Dick, we have that Galla tomorrow. You sure you want to do this tomorrow?” I yelled, beginning my slow ascent up the stairs.

“Positive E. See you in the morning!”


Ow, ow, ow ow! God I hate Dick right now. And I’m still at home.

“Morning miss, you look nice today. Any special reason?” Alfred smiled as I slid into the stool at the counter in the kitchen. He placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of me, along with a glass of my favorite juice.

“No reason Alfred, just wanted to look nice” I smiled, mentally grimacing. Alfred would be my biggest challenge. If I could get past him, then I’d make through the day.

“You sure you’re alright mis-” Just then Dick came, sliding down the banister. Landing on his feet before dusting off his shirt.

“Morning Alfred, sup E” Dick smiled between the two of us. Alfred lost track of what he was thinking turning to grab Dick’s breakfast before scolding him for his unruly behavior.

“Fine, fine, I won’t do it again” Dick sat down, eating his own breakfast. He smiled at me before leaning in and whispering. “I saved you on that one, you’re on your own for the rest of the day”

“Got it, this is torture you know that” I glared at Dick as he sat back up in his chair, scarfing down his food.

“Time to go you two, you both are getting pulled out early so you shouldn’t be late, now get in he car” Alfred took our empty dishes, placing them next to the sink. We all climbed into the car and headed for school. This was going to be one long day.


Almost there Elizabeth. Just one more class before you head home, then the Galla. Ow, ow, ow. I swear this stupid ankle is swelling worse than before. I hate Dick, I hate Dick and his stupid challenge.

“How ya doing sis?” Dick smiled, jumping in right next to me in the hallway. He was wearing sunglasses inside, typical.

“Just perfect, why do you ask” I gave Dick a big cheesy grin, mentally cursing him. He lowered his glasses, smirking.

“Almost there, didn’t think you’d actually be able to do” Dick slid his glasses back up, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You have so little faith in your little sis” I pretended to be overly shocked as he ran ahead, obviously seeing some of his friends. Oh well, just have to finish this one class.


Home again, home again. I finally sit down on my bed, pulling of the heels.

“Dick!” I yelled, throwing my heels across the room. I was done, I couldn’t go through a whole night like this.

“What is it Elizabeth?” Dick showed up at more door, still in his outfit from school, at least his shirt was unbuttoned a bit.

“I can’t do this, it’s too hard” I pulled my ankle up, rubbing it. It was no longer red, but now a dark purple.

“I guess it’s too hard for me to train you then…” Dick turned around leaving.


“Then show me you can fight through the pain. Your biggest challenge will be to keep your two lives separate. Show me you can, and I’ll never question you again” Dick leaned against the frame, his smile gone, now more serious.

“I understand, see you in a bit” I looked down, slightly defeated.

“It’ll get easier, I promise E” Dick gave me a weak smile, heading off to get ready himself. I began the long task of getting ready for the Galla. Alfred had picked up my dress today, it was specially made for tonight for two reasons. The first, my dad was hosting the Galla tonight, being one of his charities. The second, as his was the first Galla after my birthday, it’d be the first one that I could stay all night at. Dad’s rule, once I was ten I could stay all night if I wanted to. The gown was simple enough, a black ball gown with a yellow sash around the waist. Family joke. Dick had a matching suit of black and yellow. Dad on the other hand had to wear just black and white, more professional that way. Alfred came in just as I was putting my heels back on.

“How shall I do your hair tonight miss?” Alfred pulled up a chair behind my stool that sat in front of a large makeup station.

“Braided with curls?” I suggested. Alfred loved to braid my hair, but I loved my hair curled. This was a nice compromise and it looked great on me.

“Yes, and your father had me get these, I’ll be able to slip them in your hair then” Alfred smiled showing me five small flowers that had yellow petals and black centers. I turned around sibling at Alfred before hugging him.

“Now miss, we best get you ready. Big night of dancing you have ahead of you, yes?” I turned back around. My smile faltering only a little before returning in full strength.

“Thanks Alfred” it took another hour to finish my hair and makeup before Dick came knocking at my bedroom door.

“Ready E?” He leaned against my door, his tie still untied as he messed with his cuffs.

“He needs help Alfred” I stood up, straightening my dress and touching my hair. It was nice seeing Dick like this, he was always handsome.

“You both look lovely, now shall we head to the limo?” Alfred left the room, heading to pull the limo out front.

“Let me see your shoes” Dick finished buttoning his jacket, his lips forming a small smirk.

“You don’t trust me?” I smiled, lifting the hem of my skirt revealing my higher high heels.

“Sure you want that pair” Dick extended his arm, allowing me to take it as we headed down the stairs.

“Yes, no pain no gain right?”

“Right” Dick opened the door, helping me into the car, then clambering in himself. “You are going to have a long night E. Good luck”

“Any advice?”

“Don’t think about it” Dick shrugged, turning towards the window.

“So helpful”

anonymous asked:

During my menses I feel distant from Islam, i feel like I'm not doing enough or don't even know what I should be doing. What do you do when you cannot pray during the time of the month? How do you fill your heart?

I tooootally feel you sis.

Read the Quran regularly, I follow the opinion that it is allowed to have a Qur'an app and to touch it without wudhu. You can also turn on some Quran recitations.

Spend your days in dhikr, make yourself some notes and stick it like onto your walls. I as an example stick myself some duas in front of my table I study at and whenever I look up I am reminded to recite them.

Get your hands on Islamic books and read them regularly.

Also don’t forget that you can improve your ahlaaq during that time which is also a form of worship. Smile more at your parents, help your mother, lay some money for charity aside. Any act of kindness may make you feel that you have accomplished something during that time.

ashii: the queen of tags

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ashii: a pyaasi



anonymous asked:

Sis how the fuck do I give a good blowjob I've never given one before :/

It’s really easy, I always repeat this quote I read on here a long time ago; you just really gotta want to suck this cock. There’s no use in it unless you wanna do it, too. I learned a lot from mycherrycrush videos- she’s a “porn star” who’s independent from the industry (actually, against it)- and she’s made several POV-blowjob videos that give a good impression of a nice BJ. If you’re comfortable watching porn, you should totally check those videos out. She’s a really cute girl and it’s obvious she chose to do this and enjoying it as well. You will figure out your technique as soon as you begin, I guess it just comes naturally. Talk to your partner about what feels good to them. It’s all about a variation of actually sucking, just bobbing your head and taking the dick deeper in your throat, using your hands in addition and teasing the tips. Don’t stress out too much <3

Favorite Quotes from Yu-gi-oh GX (first few seasons of dub)

Chumley: If you don’t win, you’ll be on the next bus outta here.
Jaden: Chumley, we’re on an island… bus?

Crowler: You try to expel one kid, and the entire world turns against you.

Chumley: Jaden! It’s awful! Chazz has disappeared!
Jaden: And that’s awful, how?  

Jaden: And why how do you know that?
Atticus Rhodes: Because I know her. And little Sis needs a helping hand with her love life! C'mon, he stole the Spirit Keys, just for *you*!
Alexis: It’s times like this, I wish you were back in a coma.
Zane: Anyone up for just tackling them?

Jaden: You think so? Thanks Chazz!
Chazz: It’s sarcasm, moron.
Jaden: Well, okay, but if you’re going to change your name, you could do a lot better than Sarcasm.
Chazz: [wraps Jaden in a headlock] You know what I mean! 

Syrus: I can’t believe I got detention again! Mom’s gonna kill me.
Jaden: [jerks a thumb at Chazz] Just blame Sarcasm back there.
Chazz: [wraps Jaden in a headlock] The joke is old already!

(Burst Return has broken the Maiden in Love’s effect on the other Elemental Heroes)
Avian: What was I thinking!? I didn’t want to get married!
Sparkman: Oh, boy! SparkWoman’s never going to forgive me!
Both: Guy pact! This didn’t happen, okay?!
Burstinatrix: How about you 2 guys get over here right now, or I’ll tell the entire deck!?!

Pierre: Look Shepperd, I want to duel Alexis, and I’m not leaving until I do.
Alexis: [enters the room] Well, you haven’t grown up too much.
Pierre the Gambler: [looks at Alexis] My, *you* have.

Gravekeeper’s Chief: get down!
Jaden: TOWARDS the sharp object? 

Dr. Crowler: A Vampire?! What’s next, the Boogie Man? *laughs* Who would believe something so ridiculous? ( The bat flew away and goes to Professor Banner’s room, decorated with garlands of garlic everywhere)
Banner: Stay away! I know you’re out there. I have a huge horror movies collection! I know all your weak spots! (The bat has an anime sweatdrop)

Chazz: (removing his earplugs) Hey, morons, see these things in my ears? They’re called earplugs. Now start over.
Jaden: Your key! It’s gone!
Chazz: (finally noticing the destroyed door to his hiding place) What?! No! But how?
Jaden: Those things in your ears? They make it so you can’t hear doors being kicked in!

Jaden: (To robot) Do you have a translation button?

Sartorious: After all, as a new student, I don’t want to attract too much attention…
Hasselberry: Then get a new haircut!
Sartorious: Touché.

Aster: Uh Syrus, does he realize that he’s reasoning with a psychopathic alien?
Syrus: You know Jaden, he loves giving that friendship speech. 

Crowler: (about Jesse) This kid seems familiar…
Bonaparte: That’s because he’s Jaden with a southern accent!

Aster: I hope Jaden knows what he’s dealing with.
Jaden: (thinking to himself) I have no idea what I’m dealing with.

Pre-anger from service workers is so understandable but so damn annoying lol like I know wh you’re mad because I’ve been you, I am you, but god stop being rude to people in Anticipation that they’ll fuck up sis. I know how to do Starbucks

anonymous asked:

Sis how do I forgive someone who has hurt me badly? Ive tried but It's been nearly 3 years I can't, everytime I am in pain from the destruction they caused me mentally and emotionally I am reminded of their actions towards me, my chest aches even during salah I cry my soul out sometimes praying they get the punishment they deserve for causing me harm, I'll curse them only to suddenly make istagfar and forgive them again its like a weird cycle that I'm in. Do you have any advice?

Your heart, your mind, your soul, all bloom from what you plant with your eyes and your hands.

Set yourself free by letting go of the wrong that they did. I promise, the contentment and peace you’ll feel in your life when you do this, wallahi, you won’t feel it anywhere else.

One of my teachers told me something about anger some time ago, but i think it fits into any emotion that you feel against someone.

She said, “The person you become angry at and hold resentment against will have moved on. They might not even know that you’re angry at them.

But you.

You’ll still be in that same state of anger and you ruin your mood, and your relationships because of it. So who’s losing out in the long run?”

Whatever they did, put it behind you. Don’t let it ruin your future. And don’t beat yourself up if you can’t forgive them anon. You said you tried so may Allah reward you for your goodness and effort both in this world and the Hereafter.

But you can make du'a for their guidance and i think, this can be a better way for you to move on inshaAllah. You have a very beautiful example from the Prophet (ﷺ) who was tortured by the people of Ta'if, and when Allah sent to him angels to destroy them, the Prophet (ﷺ) made du'a for their guidance instead and Subhanallah, it was because of this du'a they and their progeny accepted Islam.

And maybe this is your test. And perhaps Allah is teaching you patience and humility through this. And perhaps He’s raising your status in Paradise because you endured this hardship with patience and praising Allah.

Idk if this helped lol. Forgive me inshaAllah. May Allah ease your heart and grant you happiness and success both in this world and the Hereafter.