a whole new world is fitting

the doctors as 'history of the entire world, i guess' quotes
  • (thanks to @fluffyhales for the help!)
  • 1: don't worry about rome, it won't fall.
  • 2: look out china, there's a new china in china.
  • 3: well i guess we're stuck here now.
  • 4: by the way, where the hell are we?
  • 5: now everyone will want to be my friend and live near me.
  • 6: that's bullshit. this whole thing is bullshit. that's a scam. fuck the church. here's 95 reasons why.
  • 7: SIKE ~they both get angrieeerrr~
  • 8: some stars burn out and die. bigger stars burn out and die with PASSION.
  • War: there's the korean war, korea vs korea. nobody wins, then it's on pause forever.
  • 9: oh fuck, now everything's dead.
  • 10: it's sad. i'm sad. i miss you.
  • Metacrisis!10: ~that's a human person~
  • 11: you could make a reli- no don't.
  • 12: now you can buy your way out of hell!
  • BONUS:
  • Cushing!Doctor: i wanna invent time and space.

anonymous asked:

In your experience, is there a good check list of tasks one could employ to aid in the homebrew creation process? I'm running a one-shot in November that's set in an original world of mine and I'm having a hard time figuring out where to start with it. Thanks for the help!

I suppose you want help with your homebrew world?

Who live in your world? There are a few things you’d like to think of. First off, who inhabit your world and how rare are the races, where do they live? It could be the regular Humans are most common, dwarves and elves are a bit less common. The rest is fairly rare. But in your world Dwarves and gnomes could live together in one country while humans live in another and elves are elusive people who are only spoken of in legends. You can also add a race of your own but in that case you’ve got to think of if there is need to create a whole new race and what aspect they’d fit and maybe you can just reskin an existing race.

How do races/countries interact? Think of relations between races/countries, or at least the country your campaign is set in and some adjecent countries. Like if there’s a good relationship with the neighbours or if they’re at war, maybe just strained? Who knows. You really only need to work it out well if it’s of importance to the story. Otherwise it just helps with an overal idea of how people in your campaign would react to people of different countries.

How common is magic? Third think of the place of magic in your world. Is it outlawed in your country or are mages seen as natural born leaders? Maybe in your world there are no gods anymore so there are no clerics or paladins. Maybe it’s the other way around magic doesn’t exist or is banned unless it’s from a divine source. These type of things can result in some great roleplaying opportunities or character builds. Could also be that in a neighbouring country of humans and halflings magic is outlawed this could prompt spellcasters to move to another country causing it to have a lot of spellcasters so magic is commonplace there while it is outlawed in the country adjecent to it.

What era is it in? Timewise most people go for a setting in the dark ages but you could also have it set in other ages such as the roman ages, ancient egypt, ancient middle east or mesopotania, ancient china or the renaissance. If your world is more modern there are some rules for that on page 267 and onwards in the Dungeon Master’s Guide.

What world shaking event is there? Think of something important that has happened, the DMG calls this a ‘world shaking event’. This tells you what people are occupied with, usually higher ups that is. Farmers and commonfolk probably don’t care much about political things or monuments unless it’s close to them. Examples of such things could be the rise or fall of a leader, a disaster, an invasion or rebellion, the loss or discovery of something. You name it. This thing you choose can affect the whole country or it could just be small scale and affect a city or village. The Dungeon Master’s Guide has a lot of suggestions starting page 27. 

What’s up with your gods? Gods are a kind of necessity since cleric and paladin magic is based on gods. If you create a pantheon try to have gods that fill all the cleric domains, this can be 8 or more but it could also be just one or a few. Also think of how religions in your world interact. Maybe there is only one religion and all the others have been wiped out except for a few small ones. Maybe there are full on holy wars between two dominant religions which is tearing your country apart. Maybe a new one is on the rise, maybe religions are disappearing. You decide.

anonymous asked:

In your soon-to-be- hogwarts au, is Yuuri a muggle-born? How about Victor?

Viktor is one half veela and one half pure blood. He came from a very long line of high class pure blood wizards dating back centuries who were your typical snobbish, ‘blood purity’ pure bloods and very rich and influential. He father was supposed to be the heir but he ran off with a veela who he became obsessed with which lead to Viktor being born. The veela then left Viktor and his father when Viktor was born and the family, who were disgusted by his father’s choice because of the blood purity thing, told his father that if he wanted to be accepted back into the family he had to choose between them and his ‘half-breed son’. Viktor’s father, who was not a good person at all, put his choices down to veela magic and gave up Viktor to become the heir to the family again with all the wealth and power that came with it. Baby Viktor was considered a disgrace to the family and disowned and later adopted by Yakov. He never had any desire to see his blood family but was always hurt by how they never wanted him because of what he was and so set out to be the best of the best to prove them all wrong, which he succeeded in. 

Yuuri on the other hand is a muggleborn from a completely non-magic family who struggled a lot in the beginning to adapt to a whole new world but gradually grew more comfortable in it. His initial fears and struggles trying to fit in lead him to wish he could turn himself into someone else which manifested in an exceptional ability with transfiguration magic that continued even after he became more self confident. 

Sparrows and Penguins

(or, An Anonymous Guest Blogger Stops By)

Imagine that you’re a sparrow, living in a family of sparrows in a town of sparrows in a world of sparrows.

But you’re kind of a shitty sparrow. Kind of the worst sparrow, actually.

You can’t fly. You’ve been to doctors who have prescribed medicine to help with flying. But you still can’t. You try every day, and every day you fail and this thing which all the other sparrows tell you is critical.

For a while, you stop trying. Failing every day just wore you down and you couldn’t do it anymore, so you stopped trying to fly. It was nice in some ways, but you felt guilty because you weren’t raised to give up. It made a rift with your family. Flying is an important activity that sparrow families do together. Isn’t your family important to you? Don’t they deserve for you to at least make the effort?

So since it’s nothing medically wrong with you, you go to a therapist, who diagnoses you with a phobia of flying. You work on overcoming your fear. You’re lucky, your family is very accepting of mental illness (other sparrows are not so lucky, and it hurts your heart to think about that). They appreciate and admire how hard you’re working. They try to include you, so instead of getting together and flying, sometimes they get together and all sit in their nests. That sort of sucks too, but it’s a definite improvement.

You continue to try, and fail, to fly. You try harder. You try as hard as you can. Sometimes you can’t even make yourself flap your wings, it’s just such pointless bullshit and you feel like you’ll never succeed. Sometimes you go up on a chair and jump off and flap real hard and go splat anyway.

Sometimes mean birds make fun of you because you’re a terrible screw-up.

For 26 years, this is what your life is.

One day, almost out of nowhere, as an afterthought, an aside, something barely worth mentioning because it is so obvious, a doctor says, “by the way, you’re a penguin.”

Holy shit. You’re not a failure. You’re a penguin. You’re not lazy or stupid or weak. You don’t have messed up values. You’re a penguin. You have always been a penguin.

There’s nothing wrong with you, you’re a beautiful penguin. The most perfect penguin. But it’s just a fact, penguins can’t fly.

Now when you’re with you’re sparrow friends and they’re all sitting in nests, you sit in a bucket of ice. Mostly you bring your own. Some bird restaurants are really accommodating and will bring you a bucket of ice to sit in. Sometimes mean birds give you shit about your bucket, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before, because you know you’re a penguin and you’re just exactly what a penguin is meant to be.

You give yourself permission to stop trying to fly. Not failing all the time improves your mood and overall function. You finally feel confident declining when invited to flying outings. You don’t waste the energy feeling guilty about it.

You love your family of sparrows, but you also find a whole community of penguins to love too. Things you thought were just you, like preferring fish to bird seed, things you thought you were totally alone in and wrong for, are common and accepted. Some are even admired. Your new penguin friends think your flippers and chubby penguin belly are lovely. You bond over how and when you discovered you loved swimming.

Knowing you’re a penguin means knowing where you fit in a world you never felt like you fit into. It means all the things penguins can’t do, it’s not a personal failing when you can’t do them. You’re not supposed to be able to. You can do other things instead. Sparrows are actually quite poor swimmers. You feel good about the things you excel at.

This is why I think labels are important. This is why I think “we’re all birds, let’s focus on our similarities instead of our differences” is harmful. This is how my autism diagnosis was like breathing, after holding my breath for 26 years.

Picture by @unfortunatelytheartblog.

Archie Andrews - I believe you

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1308

Request: by @deepestdreamlandinternet 

May I request an Archie Andrews imagine we’re you both dislike each other for some reason but kiss or something like with Veronica and him the closet????

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I had so much fun writing it. I really hope you enjoy it. This imagine corresponds more to the first part of your request but I do think I might make another one inspired by him and Veronica in the closet.

Originally posted by archiiandrews

First day of school and already I managed to bump into him. Him and I were… complicated. He was the classic jock type, well build, especially after this summer, star football player and music prodigy. And even though every girl drooled over him I did not feel that way for the least bit. Back in the day maybe, just maybe I might have considered looking at him that way. What really made me mad was that a few years ago I called him a friend. Since my parents were close with his, I spend practically my whole childhood around him, he was the closest thing I had to a brother and as we grew I guess my feelings started shifting. But then as we were about to enter the high school world he got offered a seat at the popular table. He tried to fit me in his new lifestyle but I guess it just wasn’t my scene so we started seeing each other less and less. But there was this one night, everything was going south in my life at that point and I really needed him to be there just this once for me, to have a shoulder to cry on… I guess I was out of luck since I waited and waited in front of Pop’s dinner for him to show, until I got tired of waiting and returned home to the comfort of my bed. It was that night that my hatred for Archie Andrews officially embedded itself in my heart.

So today, almost 3 years after Archie had ditched me at that diner I was doing great. I skipped town for the past two years and went to live with my dad in Cali but I decided I was finally ready to come back and face my past in Riverdale. What I hadn’t expected was to be facing it so soon. Just as I was walking down the hall towards my new assigned locker I heard a group of loud boys coming round the corner, I hadn’t even bothered looking up to see who it was until one of them bumped into me while they were talking about an upcoming game. I was just about to let out a snarky comment but he spoke first “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” When I heard the voice my face instantly drained of colour. Fortunately, I was still looking down trying to pick up my scattered books so he couldn’t actually see my face. I quickly glanced at him grabbing my last book right from his hands and walked as fast as you could to get away from him. I wasn’t really sure if he had recognised me. To be fair he wasn’t the only one who had experienced and sudden ‘glow up’. During my time away I managed to work a little on myself and my feminine assets had finally appeared. Plus I had gotten glasses that just made me look smart in the hottest way possible.

Thank God this day is over. I thought waking towards my locker, earphones in my ears after the end of my last lesson. The day wasn’t really that bad, I’ve already managed to get a couple of friends around here but seeing Archie this morning threw me off and I was just eager to go home. “I knew it” I heard over your music. I looked around and there he was, leaning against the lockers staring me down. “What do you want Archie?” I asked annoyed. “I knew it was you. I could recognise you anywhere.” he stated proud of himself. “Well, congratulations, that’s amazing that you managed to recognise the girl who used to be your best friend. Allow me to get you a trophy to add to your already big collection of hurting Y/N 101.”I spat out sarcastically. “Hey, why are you mad at me? You were the one who left town without even saying goodbye. What was I supposed to think?” he asked suddenly hurt. “Oh that’s rich coming from you…” I muttered angrily walking away as I felt the tears rolling down. Get yourself together. He doesn’t deserve your tears.

Few days later

I was walking home from the gym listening to my favourite playlist. Things had gotten back to normal, relatively speaking. I was doing good at Riverdale’s high, I had made real friendships and Archie hadn’t talked to me since that first day. I finally turned to my street and saw my house, and someone sitting on my porch. At first I didn’t recognise the man, but as I came closer I realised it was a desperate looking Archie. “I thought I made it pretty clear that I didn’t want anything to do with you Archie.” I sated firmly. “Y/N, I really don’t know what happened between us… I just… I wish I knew so I could fix it” He responded weakly. “There’s nothing to be fixed.” I was trying my hardest not to break. “You really hurt me when you left, d’you know that?” he said regaining confidence. “Good.” I simply said. “I can’t believe you! You come back after 3 years of no letters, no emails, no nothing and when I confront you about it all you have to say is ‘good’?!” he stared getting mad. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get into my home now.” I tried going around him to get inside but in vain. “Oh no, you are not going anywhere until you explain what the hell is wrong with you?” this let your bottled up rage free. “Excuse me?! What is wrong with me?!” I shot back pointing a finger to my chest to emphasise my point. He stared at me confused. “Oh you really don’t know do you?” I asked a little shocked. “Know what?” “Gosh Archie, are you really so full of yourself that you hadn’t even noticed that I desperately needed you?! You were my best friend! I was counting on you! You were supposed to be there the one damn time I needed you. Damn it Archie I freaking loved you I looked up to you! You made me feels things no one ever has and I was always there when you called! But the one time, the one time I was in a bad place and needed you, you left me standing there, in the rain for 5 hours waiting for my alleged best friend to show up. So yes I think I earned the right to be pissed don’t you?!” I was out of breath after that confession. We just stood there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity and then suddenly he grabbed my face in his hands and his lips came crashing onto mine. No one had ever kissed me like that, so passionately yet so sweetly. I was backed against the door forcefully, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. 

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I couldn’t tell you the thousands things that raced through my mind during those few seconds but all I know is they all ended with him and me kissing on my porch. “I’m so incredibly sorry for what I’ve put you through Y/N… I had no idea… I got really drunk that night and when I finally came to my senses the first thing I did was looking for you, I went to your house but your mum had told you had left town for good. I love you, so much it hurts and when I thought I’d lost you I… well let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.” I just stared deeply in his eyes, unable to utter a single word, I kept searching for something to tell me was lying, that he didn’t deserve that second chance you were so compelled to give him but yet the only thing you managed to get out was “ I believe you”  before joining your lips again.

Keep on living (chapter 1) Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Summary: You work at the Richard Rogers theater as the assistant to the musical director as Hamilton hits Broadway, and it’s while working there you develop a friendship/crush on Lin who is your nerdy workaholic nerd in arms. Meanwhile you hide the other secret part of your life from Lin and your friends,  keeping secret your abusive partner until you can’t hide it anymore. Expect some angst. 

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.  I wrote this originally as a fluff piece for myself but I realise it doesn’t come across as fluff!

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings: I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count:  2715

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You were late again to rehearsals, that’s when he first noticed that something was wrong.

You were known for your punctuality, often getting to the theatre hours ahead of everyone. You used your tiny office in the basement to write, to go over notes, and to listen to recordings from the sound desk from the previous night’s show. After years of working shitty jobs this was your first job as musical director’s assistant and you weren’t planning on wasting the opportunity. You’d been with Hamilton since they made its transition to Broadway, you lived and breathed this production, and the Richard Rogers was practically your home.

So when you showed up 2 hours late that afternoon hiding behind a pair of oversize dark glasses, you were greeted by Lin’s fake gasp of surprise.

“Aaaaand what time do you call this Y/N?” he called as she skipped over to you, a wide grin on his face while he playfully put his arm around your shoulder. “You bailed on Oak’s birthday drinks last night. I can’t believe you left me in a bar singing karaoke by myself after you promised me a Disney duet medley!.”

He pouted and gave you puppy eyes. Ordinarily you’d laugh along with him and tease him about his failed disney duets (last time the gang had gone out for karaoke he drunkenly sang A Whole New World with Chris but Lin had naturally taken over singing both Aladdin and Jasmine’s parts leaving Chris and everyone else in fits of laughter at the over-excited disney nerd now serenading himself  in front of them) but today you were caught off guard.

You pushed the glasses tight against your face.

“Um sorry, I had an emergency, h-had to leave a-and get back home. I uh should get downstairs, there’s um some charts I was supposed to amend for Alex this evening.”

You put your head down and pulled away from Lin’s arm, fumbling for the door to make a quick getaway. Lin, sensing something amiss instantly transitioned from Goofy Lin to Serious Lin in a heartbeat, and ran around placing himself in front of you.

“Hey, sorry Y/N, is everything ok? Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“Has something happened?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a squeeze as he lowered his head trying to meet your gaze while you stared at the floor.

You pushed his hand away, too scared to look him in the eye, knowing that if you did you might unravel at any moment.

“I’m fine, sorry, just in a rush.”

You quickly scuffled away, aware of Lin’s eyes following you. You felt like a dick.

You knew how weird you sounded and how rude you were being. You’d looked forward to Oak’s birthday drinks along with everyone else, and ordinarily you’d love to spend the afternoon joking around with Lin. There was even a time when Lin skipping over to give you puppy eyes would have made your heart flutter. You’d developed the most embarrassing crush on him during your first few weeks on the job which left you shy and unable to speak, but you’d pushed those feeling aside, choosing to be as professional as possible. Nobody would have taken you seriously with a silly crush on Lin.

Pippa had once called it the ‘Lin Effect’:

“ Everyone falls in love with Lin” she’d said during those first few weeks of rehearsals.

“He makes everyone in the room feel important and who can’t help but fall in love with that, it’s the Lin Effect!”

Lin had overheard Pippa saying this and for days afterwards he joked with anyone on stage who forget their lines or missed their mark that their lack of concentration was down to the Lin Effect. When you’d accidentally hit play on the sampler during a heart-wrenching rehearsal of Quiet Uptown, accidentally filling the studio with deafening hip hop beats, the cast had erupted into giggles and Lin punched the air and yelled ‘Lin Effect!’ and winked at you. Once you’d seen this goofy side you became less nervous around him and more like good friends. The crippling shyness was gone and in it’s place was an incredibly nerdy friendship born out of long days and nights, rehearsing, and thinking/talking/breathing music with him. And sure, he could still make you feel special just with a look, or by getting excited when you let him hear your own compositions for a half finished music project you’d been kicking around. They way his eyes lit up and got excited, the way he’d smile at you with a mixture of pride and and warmth could make your day. Even as just good friends, the Lin Effect was real.

But you couldn’t think about anyone just now. You just needed to stop and breathe and get to your office before anyone else saw you.

You practically fell into the office you shared with Alex, surprised to find Chris sitting there on the beaten up couch with Pippa, both in fits of giggles as each of them shared an earbud plugged into Chris’s phone. You’d hoped to find an empty room to be alone.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realise you guys were in here” you said with your hand quickly reaching behind you for the door handle ready to leave.

“Hey Y/N!’ Pippa called, ‘we were waiting for you, come and listen to this!’

You slowly edged your way over to the sofa on Pippa’s command. She scooted up and patted beside her gesturing for you to sit. ‘Here you gotta listen to this, it’s an old Freestyle Love Supreme recording, it’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard, check it out!” She pulled the ear bud out of her ear and thrust it towards you. You took it from her practically in slow motion, looking at the ear bud like you’d never seen an ear bud before.

“Ooh check out the glasses, does someone have a hangover?” laughs Chris. “Man you must be feeling ROUGH today huh!”. You nod along meekly without saying a word, leaving an awkward silence in the air. Pippa looks at you with concern then gently nudges Chris who puts his hands up “Ok ok, I’ll leave you two alone, sounds like someone is in desperate need of some coffee!”

As Chris slipped away you felt Pippa’s eyes narrowing on you

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sorry I’m just tired. Hungover.” You stammed.

Pippa’s eye’s lowered to meet yours, you were looking down in your lap, something was wrong. “Hungover? But you weren’t out with us last night though, we looked all over for you. Where were you?”

Hearing the concern in her voice was almost overwhelming and you could feel tears in your eyes. You slowed your breathing trying to steady yourself so you didn’t fall apart there and then.

“Y/N talk to me, what’s happened.”

You breathed, swallowed, and raised your head to meet hers. Slowly, you reached up and took off the oversize sunglasses that had shielded your face. As you took them off you still couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with her and you stared down at the sofa as you heard Pippa breathe in sharply.

Your face was bruised. Your left eye was swollen and bloodshot, your eyelid was purple, and there was a small cut on the top of your cheek, the skin was tinged yellow as the bruise faded out across your face.

“Oh my god Y/N are you ok? What happened? Oh my god who did this?”

You felt exposed.

You couldn’t tell anyone. He’d apologised, he hadn’t meant to. He wasn’t a monster. You didn’t want people to see that side of him. You weren’t making excuses for him, but he didn’t mean to hurt you, he just got upset and lost control, and it never meant to happen.

You’d been dating Mark for 3 months now. He was amazing, a talented musician, he was so smart, he was creative and enthusiastic and loved you. He really loved you. But he struggled too. His mental health wasn’t great and lately his dark moments had become dark days and dark weeks. He felt so scared of losing you and felt jealous that you were working in your dream job when he was still struggling. He hadn’t wanted you to go out last night, he was convinced you would cheat on him, that you’d drink too much and go home with someone else, scared that your ‘new dumbass theatre friends’ (as he called them) would convince you to leave him. You’d got annoyed, you’d snapped back at him, you hated someone so controlling, you just wanted one night out with your friends. And he’d hit you. He’d actually hit you. You couldn’t tell anyone.

“Y/N who did this?”

“Nobody. I mean.. someone tried to mug me, it’s fine, they didn’t take anything and I got away, it’s totally fine, I’m just tired.” You were bad at lying, your voice sounded strange and you were sure that she knew. You regretted saying it was a mugging instantly.

“Oh Fuck! Y/N that’s horrible, you poor poor thing. Did you call the police? I can come with you to the police station, what do you need?”

You made eye contact with Pippa for the first time since sitting down, her kindness felt so unbearable.

“It’s fine, honestly. I’ve already spoken to the police. I’m ok, I’m just tired.” You even cracked a smile to try and show just how ok you were pretending to be. You were the worst liar. She reached out and pulled you into a hug while she continued to say nice reassuring things. You couldn’t concentrate and you just closed your eyes hoping for some quiet calm soon.

Your eyes snapped wide as the door to your office swung open and Chris stood there.

“Hey I forgot my phone…” He trailed off as he saw your face and you quickly pulled your hair over your face feeling exposed.

“Y/N what happened?” He begun, but luckily, Pippa sensing your desire for the ground to swallow you up, instantly  jumped up pressing his phone into his hands and shooing him out of the office urging him to leave you alone for some quiet time and saying ‘yes she’s FINE’ over the top of his protests while shutting the door in his face.

“Oh god thank you.”

“That’s ok, although people are gonna be concerned. In fact I don’t want you going home alone tonight, I’ll take a cab with you. No ifs no buts.”

You wished you hadn’t blurted out a lie about being mugged. If anything that was just gonna bring more attention on yourself. And it wasn’t the same: people who got mugged were victims of something awful, you weren’t a victim, he said this was something you had done, that you’d made him this angry. Was this your fault? You slipped the glasses back up to your face, wishing for invisibility. You didn’t want any more attention, and you didn’t want anyone walking you home, you couldn’t run the risk of Mark finding out that you’d shown anyone your black eye. He’d wanted you to keep it hidden today, he was so sorry for what he’d done.

“It’s fine honestly Pippa. Mark’s coming to pick me up later so I won’t be on my own. And anyway I’m not sticking around for the show tonight, it’s my night off, i just came in to work on some charts for Alex for a couple of hours, so I’ll be home before dark anyway.”

“Well…ok. Sorry, I know you don’t need babysitting, I’m just so glad Mark will be with you, he’s a good guy, he must have been so worried about you.”

You zoned out as Pippa started praising Mark but hopefully that was enough to keep her from accompanying you home tonight. You made her promise not to tell anyone else what happened but you realised that was going to be impossible, but Pippa had at least promised to tell people not to ask you about it. You regretted lying so much, and what a shitty lie it was.

After much reassuring her that you were fine, she eventually left you to it. And in the quiet of the office you could finally breathe and concentrate on the charts Alex had asked you to work on. For the next couple of hours you worked on transposing music for new chorus members, tinkering with arrangements and for those two hours things were easy. You could get lost in your work, and notes and squiggles on a page were easier to deal with than real life. The two hours flew past in a whirlwind and you piled your folders together and grabbed your bag ready to head out before the evening crowds assembled for showtime.

As you made your way quietly down the corridor hoping to avoid speaking to anyone as you slipped out, at least until tomorrow, there was Lin. He was completely unaware of you as he sat on the floor near one of the prop rooms. His oversize hoodie was pulled over his head and he was staring intently at his laptop, bobbing his head in time to a beat through his headphones. Looking at him now with strands of hair hanging in his face as he absent-minded tucked them behind his ears he looked so lost in his music, so happy. On any other day you would have joined him and wasted time sharing songs and ideas, bouncing off each other until showtime.  On any other day you could have silently stolen a glance and noted how cute he looked while in full concentration mode. But today wasn’t any other day and you needed  a hot bath and some sleep and to figure out what to do.

You breathed in pushing the sunglasses tight against your face and left through the back door silently. The noise of the street hit you immediately and you realised you felt scared. You felt scared to go home, you felt scared to see Mark. You breathed in slowly, it felt like everything was in slow motion today.

“Hey”

You turned round and there was Lin. He’d followed you out, with his hood pulled down and his headphones hanging round his neck,. “I was waiting for you but you snuck out before saying goodbye”

“I’m sorry, it’s been a weird day, I just need to get home”

You eyes darted around, too scared to look him in the face. Did he know? Had Pippa told everyone?

“You’re not sticking around tonight?”

He looked disappointed.

“It’s my night off, I’m not feeling great. I’m just gonna go home.” You forced a smile but it came out a grimace.

“Has something happened?”

Did he know? You didn’t think he knew. But his eyes narrowed and his mouth tensed with concern.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine, it was nothing you don’t have to worry.”

You turned away, just wanting to escape but you felt his hand reach out to grab your arm. You winced as his hand slipped and he ended up grabbing your wrist. Your wrist was sore and tender from last night, where Mark had grabbed you, digging his fingers and thumb into your wrist to stop you from leaving. You gasped out in shock of being touched.

“Sorry I…” You looked back to see him glancing down at your wrist where faint red finger marks on your skin seemed to give you away. His eyebrows tensed and he looked up at you in shock. You quickly pulled your arm away, embarrassed.

“I need to go…” you began.

“Wait, Y/N..”

“Seriously, can we do this another day?”

Your turned to leave once again, only this time to find Mark walking towards you both, his mouth pursed and his eyes sullen. You hadn’t lied to Pippa, he really was coming to pick you up after work. It was something you’d been dreading.

“Mark!”

“Hey.” He said, not looking you but staring intently at Lin. Lin broke his gaze away from you, and he turned to face Mark. You couldn’t tell what he was piecing together in his mind from your mood, the sunglasses, and now your wrist. His face was solemn and gave nothing away, gone was the cute smile and soft eyes from just a moment ago. He swallowed and smiled and put his hand out to Mark.

“Hey man, you must be Mark, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

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I’ve been talking about Richonne Jr. for a minute...

And folks were hating, talking about they weren’t ready for all that.  And then Andy rolls up with this:

“Despite all of the perils and horrors lurking around every corner, Rick actor Andrew Lincolnsays having a new child with his new love Michonne fits the overall goals of Rick. In an exclusive interview with ComicBook.com, Lincoln spilled the details which will have the online shippers going wild.

“Oh, yeah. Without a doubt,” Lincoln said of Rick and Michonne having a child. “I think the whole point is to start again and to restart and it’s about the future, and it’s obviously the next generation and, as far as we can tell, we’re outnumbered undead to human a lot. It is about repopulating the world. I think that they make a terrific couple and I don’t think he would hesitate. Also, maybe in a couple of episodes time, there may be a jump ahead in the curve and maybe setting themselves to that job at hand."”

Everything Has Changed - Part Three | Jughead Jones

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After a bonding session with Jughead, you think everything’s going to be fine but you couldn’t be more wrong.

Warnings: …i think there’s a curse in there maybe.

Word Count: 1991

A/N: OKAY SO IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS but I really want to progress things instead of them suddenly being in love or best friends again, you know? Also, the ending of this part is something I had planned but thanks to the new episode, I had an actual place for Jug to be so it worked out. Lemme know what you think and if you want adding to the tags list hit me up <3

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“A crocodile can’t stick it’s tongue out.”

Those were the first words you spoke when Jughead nodded his head at your request to talk. There were so many things you could and wanted to say but for whatever reason your brain decided not to go with anything normal and thought through and decided to throw out the most useless fact in the world. There were so many questions you wanted to ask about him, his family and what had happened since you’d been gone but for some reason, as you sat there across from Jughead, his blue green eyes staring into yours, you suddenly forgot how to think like a normal human being. It was like all the gears in your brain had stopped working and instead it was replaced with nothing but air. There was nothing going through your head, not even a witty or sarcastic remark which had grown to become your speciality over the years. Why was the one thing you could usually rely on letting you down like this right now?

However, the hints of a smile forming on Jughead’s face didn’t go unnoticed. At least you’d got something out of him. That was the first smile you’d seen from him the whole day.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” he shook his head with a quiet chuckle. “Still got a brain full of pointless facts, huh?”

“They’re not useless. That fact could save your life one day, Jug. You’ll be thanking me.” You leaned back in the booth, arms folded across your chest and a smile on your face as you looked over to Jughead.

“You said the same when we were eight and you told me kangaroos couldn’t walk backwards,” he playfully rolled his eyes. The fact that he was bringing up past memories made you feel so giddy inside. It meant that he hadn’t forgot and that he still very obviously did think of you.

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Friday Night (Prologue)

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

PART I

Warnings: none yet

Word Count: 2,727

Summary: You decided to go to your friend’s party, and once everyone left they decided to play truth or dare..


The music was good, the drinks were strong, and you were having a blast. You were at your friend’s dorm for an ‘end of the school year’ party that had winded down, leaving you with your seven close friends. Your friends had left earlier after finding their next one night stand, leaving you with your closest friends. You kind of wished there was another female with you to distract them, but at the same time you enjoyed hanging out with them for the first time in months.

You were all seated around the coffee table, trying to decide on a game to play to get you even more drunk, (if that was even possible in Taehyung’s case), when Hoseok piped up.

“Hey! How about truth or dare?” you groaned, knowing how competitive the boys were from playing games with them many times, you would end up doing something ridiculous, “but there’s no limits.”

That snapped you out of your daydream, no limits? You looked around at the guys and didn’t see anyone object, so you agreed as well after making it clear that no one would be forced to do something that could cause injury. The game started out pretty tame, the guys only forcing out secrets they’ve been dying to hear. Who knew that it was Yoongi that was crying alone in the dorm one night while watching historical dramas.

“Hobi. Truth or dare?” you hear Yoongi ask, out for revenge.

“Truth.” you look over at Yoongi for the question and see him smirk.

“Tell them about the Disney movies.” You saw Hoseok’s  eyes widen and a pleading look cross his features. this has to be good  as everyone looked at Hoseok expectantly.

“I-… pass?” Hoseok looked around sheepishly.

“Fine, you can pass. But, you have to strip to your underwear.” Taehyung piped up, earning agreement from the other six.

“Okay, OKAY. IliketowatchdisneyprincessmoviesandImayormaynotcrywhentheyfinallykiss,” he mumbled, and you struggled to catch what Hoseok had said.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that? I don’t think we all heard you.” Yoongi chuckled, poking Hoseok to get him to repeat what he had mumbled.

“I- I like to watch Disney Princess movies and I may cry when they finally kiss. TRUE LOVE IS MAGICAL OKAY?” Hoseok huffed as he crossed his arms in annoyance. The rest of you erupted into fits of laughter, unable to stop due to Hoseok’s confession. Yoongi was also being questioned as to how he knew this and to divulge the full story to everyone.

You were still laughing over the latest revelation when you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Hoseok looking at you.

“Truth or Dare?” He asked you again, obviously trying to move past his embarrassing truth. You pity him a bit when Jungkook starts to sing A Whole New World, and Taehyung pretends to cry. You think about your answer, wondering what they could possibly ask you if you were to say ‘truth’. There can’t be much that they don’t already know.

“Truth.” You say, and Hoseok smiles. Shit.

“Who have you thought about while masturbating out of the seven of us?” he asked you. That got everyone off his case pretty quick. You felt seven pairs of eyes on you as they waited for you to answer. You lowered your head and thought of the best way to answer him. Should you tell the truth, or should you try to lie? Leave it to Hoseok to find a way to ask two questions in one. “Well, are you going to answer or strip?”

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nightmares about losing you

for @bottle-of-felix-felicis :) thank you for following!

Lukas has never seen this much blood. His hands are shaking and he can’t breathe and God, no—Philip, Philip, Philip—

He shoots up in bed with a gasp, his hand over his heart. His eyes are straining and filled with tears, and before he knows it familiar hands are smoothing over his shoulder and his back. The room is still sunny and Philip converges on him, pulling him close.

Lukas realizes he’s still in Philip’s bedroom.

“Lukas,” Philip whispers, turning his face gently so they’re facing each other. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

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National Eating Disorder Awareness Week

Recovering from an eating disorder is the hardest thing you’ll ever do, but also the best. You’ll spend a lot of time crying and feeling like you want to rip off your skin and like no one understands you and who are you, even, anyway because if you’re not your eating disorder than what are you? You’ll tell your family and they’ll be supportive and confused, and when you have to go to day treatment, so quickly after you just started outpatient, they’ll ask questions that make you feel furious but you can’t blame them, you’ve known about your eating disorder for over a decade and they’ve only known about it for a short 8 weeks. You will be so unbelievably unwound that you won’t have the energy to make your bed. You’ll walk around in circles at the King of Prussia food court (the fancy one, not the one with all the fried food) and you’ll cry in public because you don’t know what’s safe to choose and without your eating disorder nothing feels safe. You’ll stop exercising entirely and your body will surprise you by losing weight (those last 10 pounds? Turns out all you had to do was stop starving and they’d come right off) and you’ll feel fat the whole time. You will fill four journals and become an expert doodler.

You’ll see a boy at a club who holds your hand and makes you feel normal for the first time since you went to treatment. You will try to fill the empty space not having an active eating disorder leaves with dating - like maybe the bright eyed young men on your computer screen might make you feel good enough. You drink beers with them, and they don’t. You’ll write down hundreds of days of records of what you ate, and how you felt, and fill in bubbles for the new food language you’ve learned: exchanges. You’ll carve pumpkins with that boy, and you’ll have an emotional freak out, the kind that you aren’t supposed to show other people, the same kind that made you feel so ashamed you made 24 apology cookies for your best friend’s boyfriend because he happened to see you lose it for a minute. It happens, when you don’t allow access to your feelings, they shoot out unexpected, but this boy will stay calm and he sees you the next day anyway and you feel scared and thankful. You will go to the grocery store with your roommate and you’ll spend over an hour picking 30 items because you can’t figure out how to find the 2% or full fat yogurt. She’ll frame a picture in your kitchen of the art therapy you did after eating McDonald’s in group. It gives you strength.

Time will pass and you won’t notice when it happens, but it gets easier. You’ll develop new habits. The voice gets quieter and you’ll be able to make your bed again. You’ll take a lot of baths and try a lot of crafts (you hate crafts, it’s okay to hate crafting) and start to learn how to cook different things and you’ll take a picture of the beer you’re drinking with the pork chop you’re grilling at the boy’s apartment and send it to your friends because you never would have allowed that kind of combination in the past. They celebrate for you. You’ll leave intensive treatment and you’ll go to therapy twice a week and group once a week and see the best nutritionist weekly too. You’ll spend a lot of money, but trust me, it’s worth it. You will cry a lot in a lot of different offices, even as it gets easier, because it’s like getting to know yourself all over again, or maybe for the first time, because are you a full person at 13 when you got sick?

You’ll wonder what recovery is and if you’ll ever reach it. A lot of moments will feel like okay, maybe this is it, maybe this is good enough, this is all you get. Your body will change - it will shrink and then it will grow again. You’ll start exercising again, but maybe you’ll never do strength training the way you used to, and maybe you’ll never run another race, but you’ll find things that fill you with happiness (get ready for spin and yoga, it’s awesome). You’ll look back at that tiny body after you first entered treatment and you’ll think that was what you were supposed to be like and feel like you are failing. You’re not. You’re recovering.

You’ll go to therapy less - once a week, then every two. You’ll move in with the boy and you’ll get a new job that will make you sad, and you’ll find yourself in a new version of depression. This time your eating disorder doesn’t run things, but it’s still there, and you’ll find yourself in a body you don’t understand and your clothes too small. But you’ll carry on and eat anyway. You’ll sit with your dad at your favorite taco place and you’ll make a plan and you’ll quit the job that makes you sad JUST BECAUSE it makes you sad, which is huge, to allow yourself to prioritize yourself even if it’s not the “right” move, and you’ll get another job - and this one is better. You’ll travel to Italy and drink wine multiple times a day and eat pasta and enjoy it. You will be amazed that just a few years ago, you cried when you had to eat a bite of macaroni and cheese after a long day, or did a whole therapy session about baked ziti. You’ll cry on your way to the Grand Canyon because the size you used to be doesn’t fit anymore because depression manifests for you in weight gain this time and you’ll feel like the whole world is over but then a few hours later, the boy will propose and you’ll forget you ever felt out of place in this body at all.

You’ll start going to spin, you’ll spend way more money than you ever thought reasonable on groceries and you’ll cook new things. You’ll have joint Google Sheets with a friend across the country who makes notes and helps you meal plan so it’s less scary. You will plan a wedding. Your body will feel like your own again. You won’t have weighed yourself for four years, so you don’t know what you look like because a number was what told you what you were worth, but you feel okay in your skin most days. You will not like to shop for clothes, it will make you anxious, but you’ll work on it. You’ll feel recovered. You will discharge from therapy and nutrition because you’re thriving. You will get married and it will be the most blissful amazing day - you will eat multiple times that day and you won’t feel anxious and you’ll feel beautiful and you’ll be present for the whole thing. You’ll want to cry because it’s such a tangible victory to be present. So many years you spent not there at all - counting or obsessing, living in a world no one else could enter and missing whole conversations, days and hours entirely. And because of what you did, how hard you fought, you will get to be present for your entire wedding day.

And then, even though you’re so happy and everything is better than it ever could have been, maybe BECAUSE you’re so happy you stop being so vigilant, you won’t ever really know, you’ll relapse.

But you’ll catch it, just four weeks in. You’ll have a few really awful days where your brain will feel how it used to every day - stuck and full and disgusted and obsessed and hand in hand with this monster who lives inside your brain. But then you’ll go back to those familiar rooms and you’ll cry and you’ll laugh and you’ll grocery shop and you’ll feel like a failure and then you’ll realize you’re not a failure, and you’ll tell your husband and you’ll tell your friends, and you’ll do the things you know how to do to not let the eating disorder win. And just a couple of months later, you’ll start to feel like yourself again. You won’t be as consumed with anxiety when you hear your friends calorie count and diet and cut out food groups. You will start to do yoga and start to appreciate your body again. You won’t want to be touched, but you know that won’t last forever. You’ll take walks even though it’s cold and you’ll start to laugh again. You will fight and you will cry and you will feel guilty and anxious and like a burden, but you will keep going. And then you’ll sit, almost 5 years from when you started, and you’ll write this. You’ll think you’ll cry and then you won’t. You’ll feel joy and shame and anxiety and pride. You’ll feel thankful and guilty. But most of all? You will know you are strong and that you are worthy of having a true, full life. And you will believe that. So even though it’s much more complicated than 8 weeks of outpatient could ever treat (so cute you thought that was enough), you’ll know you can do it, you ARE doing it, and in this way, you are free.

Trust Pt. 1

A Jared/Joker x Daughter Crossover Fic

Part 2

What happens when you wake up in another life? Another body? But you and the people you love are still out there? What happens when you see yourself and the person you love more than anything? What would you do to get them back?

What will Jared… the Joker… do to get his daughter back, from himself?


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5x20 aka:  Olicity heaven (with a bit of hell in the last 4 minutes)

It’s official, season 5 of Arrow has started! It’s a shame the season is so short (starting at 5x17 for some reason. Weird) but I’m enjoying it so far!

I’m only slightly kidding. There was very little about the previous 16 episodes of the show that remotely interested me, and I doubt I’ll ever watch them in full; I saw all the ‘best’ parts in gif-form and short clips and that will do as far as I’m concerned. And you may think that disqualifies me from giving my opinion on the final 7 episodes of the season…but I’m going to anyway. Because what I have to say about 5x20 really only concerns one aspect of the show.

Olicity

Originally posted by sarcasticbritishtwat

This episode was amazing for us shippers. So many wonderful moments. And a few terrible ones as well, but I’ll save them for last, lest I be accused of harshing people’s buzz or being overly negative.

So first, the positives.

This is gonna be nothing groundbreaking. You’ve all seen the episode; you’ve posted and reblogged and tweeted the gifs, with all the appropriate accompanying squeeing. But let me break down my favs:

The flashback scenes were DELIGHTFUL! 

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People hold whole worlds inside themselves
Full of histories, emotions, memories
Walking monuments to the moments that shaped them
We meet and whole worlds collide and shuffle;
As we take people into our lives we decide
Do they fit in our existing space
Or do we create new orbits as we fall in love,
Accept new thoughts or adapt to new ways of life.
The magnitude of these worlds, the intricacy of all they hold
Of all they have to say and share with us
Shakes me to the core.

© Courtney Turley 2017

Not just a TV show

No, these are not just stupid TV shows to me. Every show I watch means something. I have such an appreciation for every. single. episode. I follow the actors and actresses on social media to follow the hard work that goes into the production. I have learned so much from my “nerd life” as my family calls it. I started with Doctor Who when I was on bed rest for a severe back injury for months. Doctor Who taught me about having hope even when you couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. The Flash was the first comic book show I ever saw. It opened me up to a whole new world where I fit in. OUAT showed me that fairy tales can and do exist, even if not in the ways we first thought. Supergirl dragged me into a world where the women run the place. And Scorpion showed me that family isn’t blood. Every show I watch has touched my heart. I now go to NYCC every year and I chat with my fandom friends. So yeah, I am living a “nerd life”, and I am SO. DAMN. PROUD.  

Fun Happy Silly Olicity Speculation and Disney Parallel!

This speculation is dedicated to @nalla-madness  because she is my personal Tinkerbelle; also to @miriam1779  because she is baby Rapunzel. It’s totally hopeful innocent and might not come true at all but its fun to parallel. So here goes nothing.

We are all talking about how season 3 parallels season 5 for Olicity.  I was listening to music when “A Whole New world” by Pebo Bryson came on; and I was like OMG

and I thought in a season of League of Assassins and Oliver as Al Sahim, the ending was very similar to this Aladdin song.. the car ride

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and going to travel the world Bali, the Amalfi coast and wherever else they went.. is so similar to the Aladdin Jasmin carpet ride;  look at the lyrics:

I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering splendid
Tell me, princess, now when did
You last let your heart decide!
I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride
A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no
Or where to go
Or say we’re only dreaming
A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I’m way up here
It’s crystal clear
That now I’m in a whole new world with you
Now I’m in a whole new world with you
Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feeling
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling

Through an endless diamond sky
A whole new world
(Don’t you dare close your eyes)
A hundred thousand things to see
(Hold your breath it gets better)
I’m like a shooting star
I’ve come so far
I can’t go back to where I used to be
A whole new world
(Every turn a surprise)
With new horizons to pursue
(Every moment, red-letter)
I’ll chase them anywhere
There’s time to spare
Let me share this whole new world with you
A whole new world
(A whole new world)
That’s where we’ll be
(That’s where we’ll be)
A thrilling chase
A wondrous place
For you and me

Originally posted by expertinawkward

So here goes my parallel: a season where the flashbacks are spent in Russia; the ending may parallel the only Russian Disney movie we have: Anastasia

Remember the ending:

Anastasia and Dimitri eloped on a ship.. how fitting for Arrow!

But if we stick to the Aladdin theme song parallel and compare it to the theme song of Anastasia.. then we have to stick to “At The Beginning with you” By Richard Marx and Donna Lewis 

Lets look at the lyrics:

We were strangers, starting out on a journey
Never dreaming, what we’d have to go through
Now here we are, I’m suddenly standing
At the beginning with you

No one told me I was going to find you
Unexpected, what you did to my heart
When I lost hope, you were there to remind me
This is the start

And life is a road that I wanna keep going
Love is a river, I wanna keep flowing
Life is a road, now and forever, wonderful journey
I’ll be there when the world stops turning
I’ll be there when the storm is through
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you

We were strangers, on a crazy adventure
Never dreaming, how our dreams would come true
Now here we stand, unafraid of the future
At the beginning with you

Knew there was somebody, somewhere
Like me alone in the dark
Now I know my dream will live on
I’ve been waiting so long
Nothing’s gonna tear us apart

In the end I want to be standing
At the beginning with you…

So here is my speculation to the ending of season 5.  Maybe Olicity doesn’t elope like Dimitri and Anastasia but at the end they stand together looking at the beginning of a new life together. 

Introverted iNtuition: Secondary Function

Introverted iNtuition is applied onto the the ENJ’s dominant function (Te or Fe). As an introverted perceiving function Ni, as wells as Si for ESJs, is needed for ENJs to see from an individual perspective separate from from their dominant Te/Fe, which doesn’t take the individual perspective into play and without the use of Ni, ENJs can be extremely domineering and full of absolutes. However, when we look into Introverted iNtuition specifically and not just secondary Introverted Perception, we see that how Ni varies depending on which dominant function it is helping: Fe or Te.  This means that although there are similarities in how Ni functions in the auxiliary/secondary position, they get used differently due to the dominant function’s external focus being different.


ENFJ
Fe · Ni

For the ENFJ this means that they analyze people, society, and culture. They use Ni to critically analyze society, culture, and individuals. This can make them more psychologically oriented, but does not suggest they need to be psychologists (however, a decent amount of ENFJ characters are just that). This may still seem vague and you may be wondering what exactly makes this different from how the INFJ utilizes Introverted iNtuition.

For the INFJ, Ni is very individual. It is their perspective and meaning that comes before Fe. For the ENFJ, Fe comes first. The ENFJ is grounded more in the outer reality of social systems and puts more stock on these rational systems than in the individual perspective. This doesn’t mean they ignore the individual perspective. In fact, ENFJs can often see too much of the other person’s perspective being able to justify terrible things. However, they place more stock in Fe, in people as a whole and agreed upon social structures and understandings than on their own personal perspective, often forgetting their inner selves. The community or cultural systems come before the self for the ENFJ. This creates a more rigid character than one sees in the INFJ.

ENFJs put more value is social expectations and crave rules when it comes to social order. Ni creates a need for ENFJs to understand these social expectations in individuals outside of themselves. They want to understand the journeys of others and help them make decisions to get them on the right path. ENFJs aren’t going to create a philosophy to restructure society like an INFJ, but are going to look at understanding society as it currently stands, and help others find their place within it.

Examples are always better to increase our understanding of what this means. Let us look at two different ENFJs in fiction. Our first example will be Tenzin from Avatar: Legend of Korra. He is often mistyped as ISTJ because he seems rigid and stuck in a certain way. Many mistake his need to preserve his culture and way of life as Si, but this is misunderstanding both dominant Fe and dominant Si. (More on Si in the dominant Si article to come). Tenzin’s focus is on people and culture. He is rational, but so is Fe. His rigidity comes from is external feeling, believe it or not. Social order is important to him and he heavilt believes in the social systems he belongs to. His Fe is the function that wants his to preserve and enforce his culture and history, no Si (that isn’t what Si is about). His introverted perception is not Si, but Ni; which is what we are here to explore, not to prove he isn’t ISTJ.

He is interested in understanding others, like Korra. His Ni leads him to want to guide others to fit into his cultural understanding. He believes strongly in his culture and in the new society his father created. This is what makes him not seem understanding to Korra and her different way of doing things. His External Feeling judgment comes first and makes him stubborn. When he accesses his Ni to understand Korra, we not only see him open up to her perspective, but we see him be a far more helpful guide to Korra. He not only helps her become a better Avatar, but he helps her find who Korra is separate from being the Avatar. His Ni is what leads him to want to help Korra find her spiritual self. He helps guide her to find her place within the cultural system he believes in. 

It isn’t a coincidence that our second ENFJ example is Clara Oswald (Doctor Who) who becomes an actual teacher. Her Ni always helps her understand other’s personal perspectives (being healthier than Tenzin she is able to use her Ni to make her less closed off than Tenzin). She constantly helps new characters, but most importantly she is always there to guide The Doctor. She helps him to not murder his own people, she guides him to give Daleks a chance, and always reminds The Doctor that although he is independent, he has a responsibility to people, to earth, to all societies.This is her Ni combo with her Fe. Her Fe makes her interested in people, and her Ni has her help them by helping them figure out their own journeys. This could be seen as meddling, but it comes from a need to help others.  

ENTJ
Te · Ni

Ni can be fairly similar with ENTJs, but it is obviously different in how it looks because of their dominant Extraverted Thinking, Te. Te is rational like Fe, but is focused on facts, systems, and objectivity. It is a function of absolutes, of what has been proven and agreed upon to be true. This is interesting when mingled with Ni as the secondary function. Te bases them in some sort of system whether that be law, like Alexander Hamilton (Hamilton: An American Musical) or science, like Princess Bubblegum (Adventure Time). Ni makes them analyze these systems and work to improve them. Like Ni in ENFJs, Ni is a helper not a leader in the ENTJ. Unlike the INTJ who is more of a visionary in creating a whole new system, of making outer reality fit their inner reality, the ENTJ is very much in the objective world. They work to improve on systems that are already in place, not to create an upheaval of the entire system. They are loyal in their own ways to the system they identify with.

This can be confusing when you see someone like Alexander Hamilton as an example. Wasn’t he all about new ways? All about revolution? AKA all about upheaval? Yes, but this still doesn’t contradict my early statements of Ni in ENTJs. Hamilton is still loyal to the system of the law. He improves upon it, but isn’t above it. His fierce loyalty to the law and the system over himself (inferior Fi, more on that function in other posts) is his downfall. He was so in the objectivity of the law, and honoring that system, that he let his name get torn apart. He used Ni, specifically, to improve upon already existing systems. He didn’t pick what was relevant to him, but what was relevant for the system. What works and what doesn’t. Whatever didn’t work he threw out, like Monarchy. ENTJs are not trapped within a system because of their Ni, despite their fierce loyalty to the system from their Te. They simply filter the world through a rational system outside of themselves, before turning inward. 

However, many conflate Te and Si. Si does use concrete facts and figures but to perceive and to form a personal narrative. Te works outside of the self on rational conclusions and agreed upon systems  That is when a character like Princess Bubblegum comes in. Her loyalty is to SCIENCE! Although she trusts that objective world (Te), her Ni drives her to constantly improve on it and break the boundaries of science itself with her constant experiments. It is why she can seem stubborn in her arguments not seeing how subjective she can be, because her arguments do come from a rational place. Her Ni is where we see her ambition to perfect and use these systems. Te systems can take many forms, but how Ni is implemented on them is not. The key word for the secondary Ni user, whether it is working on a system or working with people, is improvement.


For the ENFJ it is to improve the lives of others within society and for the ENTJ it is to improve a logical system for the sake of efficiency while remaining loyal to said system. The ENJ can seem stubborn and can be confused with stereotyped ISJs, but are in fact innovators. They are simply innovators within something, which is counter to dominant iNtuitives (ENPs and INJs that have a harder time fitting within said systems)

evshark  asked:

So I'm *trying* to write a fantasy story and I have all these characters and stuff but the worldbuilding is kind of bad and I don't have any ideas for actual writing. The two characters I'm sort of focusing on are a half-selkie and a violent fairy, both girls, and also kind of pirates? But I have no ideas for trouble they might get into...

Sounds amazing! I had to search the meaning of selkie, so thanks for teaching me a new thing. Firstly, I was wondering if you’ve ever watched/read Paper Towns, because that was my first thought when I read the last sentence. Secondly, I think what we need to work on is the relationship between the half-selkie and fairy, what would you like their world to seem like? I’m going to drop you a series of questions that might help determine what dimension and world they might live in, just answer them as best as you can and it should help you decipher how your characters fit into this particular world:

  • Past, Present or Futuristic?
  • Is the air clean where they live?
  • How far do they have to travel to find someone of the same supernatural being (eg. Selkie, Fairy, etc)?
  • Is there availability for your characters to meet new people?
  • What is the theme colour(s)? Yellow like a desert or green like a forest, etc.
  • Roughly, what’s the population? Majority old or young people?
  • Any strange habits or traditions that the whole town celebrate?
  • Any neighbouring towns, cities, settlements, etc?
  • How long will it take to get to the closest gas station/eatery?
  • Currency?
  • Are people friendly where they live?
  • How many days does it rain in a week?
  • What’s the risk of crime? Often and how bad?
  • Any legends or fairy tales of the place they live?
  • Previous residents and backstories? 
  • What is the percentage of deaths per year? Any continuous illnesses?
  • What are the buildings like? Stone, wood, brick, no houses/underground?
  • What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened in their hometown?
  • Is the sky the same colour everyday or does it change depending on general mood, seasons or random?
  • Around what time does the sunset in Winter?

There’s millions of questions you can ask, but I’m hoping these might create an idea of scene and setting for you (I have tons more if not!). So I started thinking about what you meant with both girls making trouble and (sort of) breaking the rules. Now I don’t know anything about your characters or their personalities, so you may have to work those things out for yourself, but I’ll advise you to add more characters, it always helps! Maybe have the two girls’ actions be an act of rebellion or justification. Try writing a short backstory, it might come in handy! If you’d like to chat it through more in-depth, just DM me, good luck! Lots of love from Yasmine xox