your character should be more than a tragic backstory. more than i lost my parents at a young age so now i rebel against the world. more than i have all these wicked skills without proper background or training. 

sass is great, and so is silence — but when aren’t they using their biting wit? when do they speak up? do they use their ass-kicking skills for good? for evil? have they lost people along the way — actually, it’s inevitable, so what happened after the funeral? did your character attend? did they seek revenge, or search for answers at the bottom of a bottle? 

don’t toss around tragedies if you’re not going to apply them to your characterization. alcoholics aren’t just loud and physically abusive; ptsd doesn’t mean you’ve boarded up the windows and refuse to leave your house. you won’t always continue to hate your parents after they’ve died. you will doubt your life decisions. being rich doesn’t make you sexy. being smart doesn’t make you socially awkward [ alternatively, it doesn’t make you the most attractive person in the room. ] even if you’re wicked smart, you’ll still get some things wrong. 

do your research. if you put your character through traumatic events, not everyone walks away unscathed. but being haunted by the ghosts of your past doesn’t make you attractive either. it’s a nitty gritty, dirty fucking business. you get mad, your world loses color, you feel alone, and sometimes you ask yourself why you’re the one who lived. 

treat your character like their own person. just because you wouldn’t say something to someone doesn’t mean they’ll keep their trap shut. it doesn’t mean they’ll want a big wedding or fast cars or apple pie made the way your mother taught you. maybe you’re pro-life and your character is pro-choice. maybe it’s vice versa. just because your character is a dick doesn’t mean it should be a reflection on yourself. but if they’re going to be a dick, and you want it to be believable, give them a reason to be a dick. a reason to hate the world, only slightly less than they hate the people living in it. maybe more. maybe it’s maybelline.

being smart and young and witty and attractive doesn’t mean your character will be respected. it doesn’t mean your character deserves to be respected. older, more experienced characters may trust your character less because they’re so damn young, no matter what you do or say to try to prove them wrong. 

MBTI and why you're fuckin broke

ESTP: you buy so much taco bell you now own shares of the company and the manager lets you fuck his wife on the reg

ISTP: you keep breaking shit trying to take stuff apart. Why do you keep doing this?? You’re like a magpie. Stop breaking shit

ESFJ: you keep getting pickpocketed because you be on that phone

ISFJ: you keep trying to save up for Rainy Days© and Something Big© but you’re still buying food. And concert tickets. And probably really warm scarves and hats

INTP: you have never saved a penny in your life. you have transcended brokeness into hyperbrokeness. your net value is like $4.52 and a McChicken

ENTP: you compulsively buy things that serve zero purpose. The weirder the better. A Barbie doll with big veiny biceps? Yes buddy. Framed painting of Richard Nixon as a 1950s pinup? Hang it over the fireplace you weirdass motherf

INTJ: STOP buying books you DON’T NEED THEM and STOP buying VIDEOGAMES too, buy something you actually need for once. Like muscles

ENTJ: stop hiring all those hitmen and just do the job yourself you coward

ESTJ: You spent all your money on the divorce lawyer that helped you take my house and my car and now you won’t answer my calls, susan, fuck you

ISTJ: you’re not broke. You’re the only one that isn’t, because you’ve got sense. You don’t see the point in spending your hard-earned money on dumb things, like gifts, or charity, or Christmas. Also you will be visited by 3 ghosts at midnight

ESFP: you put up all your money for bail to get your ass out of jail for releasing a live alligator into a walmart

ISFP: how many cats and glitter gel pens and burrito bowls will it take to fill the hole in your heart????

INFJ: All you buy is stationary. You have so many office supplies, all crisp and brand new. You have 100 blank beautiful notebooks that you wanna fill but never have. One time I tried to take one though and you beat me with it

ENFJ: Who cares! You’re the most beautiful and smartest and cutest type. I love all ENFJs, what fine people you are. Just the best, really. Also you buy the most expensive gifts but that’s completely unrelated and has nothing to do with my love for you

INFP: You own more pillows and sweaters than anyone, and you buy the highest quality tea and collect fancy pens. You also like to buy some really neat vintage vinyls and designer perfume. You also have this cursed amulet that whispers to you at night, I guess that’s a little weird

ENFP: you love spending $$ on roadtrips, starbucks, tupperware, balloons, socks, posters, pens, concerts, movies, fast food, Apple products, stickers, popcorn, sno cones, etc. Also you probably accidentally killed someone once and your family paid their family off in court but that’s neither here nor there

Plan for the next few days

Thursday: fast
Friday: fast
Saturday: 1 apple
Sunday: fast
Monday: 1 apple
Tuesday: 1 apple
Wednesday: 1 apple
Thursday: fast
Friday: fast
Saturday: 1 apple
Sunday: fast
I’ll keep you updated

My (INFP) personal experiences with INFJs

I don’t know why everyone keeps repeating that myth about INFJs being the rarest type, because I know more INFJs than should exist according to that and I know other people who know their share of INFJs.

In my life, I have personally met/talked to 20 INFJs (and I’m pretty sure I forgot a couple).

I don’t think I have as much experience with any other type, and especially in the last month I had very close contact, since there were five INFJs living at the animal sanctuary that I volunteered in. So naturally, my Ne-Si doing what it does (observe and compare!), I feel the need to write down my observations and my personal reactions.:)

Important: This is ONLY about my personal experience and subjective perception/opinion. I’m not making any statements about INFJs in general, only about those that I’ve met. Note beforehand that a lot of this is me rubbing elbows with said INFJs, i.e. there’s a lot that I didn’t like about them. So don’t read if that bothers you. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with INFJs or the INFJs I met, just that I had problems with them - I know that it’s my personal thing. I’m making this post in order to organise my reflections and share my experience, because I think it’s very interesting considering mbti functions. But again, this is only about how the INFJs I met used their functions and about their characters, so everything is individual and not general. Keep this in mind while reading! Thank you!:)

Keep reading

Favorite Treat

@ditsypersephone said: I’ve been actually thinking of writing a drabble about cheap fast food apple pie because that’s the extent of celebrating I am doing today…but if you, perhaps, could come up with something re. that (shamelessly acting like I’m not shamelessly asking you to drabble this specific prompt hahahaha)…then I wouldn’t have to do all the work…

Me: Happy belated birthday (I got part of it written yesterday at least) and I hope this is something close to what you had in mind!

“Pocket pie savory, pocket pie sweet!” Molly warbled to the tune of Lavender’s Blue/Lavender’s Green as she opened up the paper bag holding her inexpensive birhtday treat. She inhaled deeply, loving the scent of warm apples and cinnamon that met her nose, reclosed the bag, clutched it to her chest and sighed a sigh of utter contentment.

“Really, Molly? Cheap pocket pies as your birthday treat? When there’s a perfectly good pastry shop not three blocks from your overpriced flat?”

“Piss off, Sherlock,” Molly said amiably, fingers tightening on the bag even as she smiled at him over her shoulder. She should have known he’d track her down as she made her way home through the park.

“Don’t worry, I won’t take your precious crap food away from you, even though it really does belong in the bin.” 

They moved politely to either side of the path as a jogger came towards them, drifting back together once they were alone again.

“You’re one to talk,” she scoffed as he fell into step beside her. “You can pretend to be some hoity-toity culinary snob to other people, Sherlock Holmes, but I know your taste in junk food and it’s hardly haute cuisine. Specially chips - the greasier, the better, and don’t spare the vinegar!” She dropped her voice in a passable - to her own ears, at least - imitation of the man walking next to her.

“I suppose you’re entitled to the treat of your choice on your birthday,” he conceded, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to his side. She didn’t resist as he adroitly moved the two of them off the pavement and into a convenient little copse of trees whose leaves were just turning red.

“Of course,” he breathed as he pressed her back against the trunk of a convenient elm, “I’d prefer it if I were your treat of choice.”

She pulled the paper bag out from between them, holding it tightly in one hand while happily wrapping the other around the back of his neck. “Never fear,” she assured him as she lifted herself up on tiptoes, “you’ll always be in my top five list.”

He pulled his head back and stared at her in mock outrage just before their lips could meet. “Top five? Really? Stop exaggerating, I’m at least in the top two!”

She grinned. “Never could fool you,” she agreed. “Now are you going to give me a nice semi-public birthday snog or not?”

“Mm, yep, I suppose I am.” He pulled her close, brushing his lips across hers, teasing her a bit before delivering the promised snog. Molly sighed happily in his embrace, assuring him afterwards that yes, his kiss was the sweetest of treats that day…

…second only to the apple-filled pocket pie she’d already eaten.

I’m a horrible daughter.
But I didn’t intend for it to be this way. I didn’t think this looming fog would stay.
Ma, please listen carefully to what I say, each word tries to convey what I hide.

I didn’t mean to keep it all inside. To confide in you always backfired, believe me I tried. But as time passed, it became clear to see that a lie was the only truth you were willing to hear.

And I know, the years have not been good to you. Each tear was not a secret, I know what you’ve lived with. I see your pain, I’ve felt your fear. I know it’s not enough that I’m still here. My heart breaks for you

I remember crying in your arms, when it was just us two. Please tell me this sadness is something I can pull through. I’ve checked every path, every road and avenue. But the mistakes I’ve made, I can’t undo. I wish I could erase the past

It’s not that I didn’t want you to know, you just never asked. And the last thing I wanted was to burden you, so alas I swallowed my words. So it stings, ma, each time you choose to cast me away. I can feel the oceans between us, the distance growing fast.

—  This time, the apple fell far from the tree.

it seems like the actual thing is that the iphone 8 and X have a super-fast charging feature but it only works with USB-C chargers and it turns out Apple is going to just include the standard lightning charger with the phones so even if you spent $1k you would have to spend another $75 to get the fast charger from Apple

Apple + Banana + Chia seeds = Magic
External image

I am living a crazy dream! It’s a dream as there’s so many beautiful places and memories I collect on the way and crazy as there are all these funny/sometimes scary situations. It all comes with my slightly older motorhome (25 years old). I already almost lost an exhaust pipe, which we got fixed in Luxemburg, we’ve decided to stay overnight in a beautiful rocky spot and we cracked open our black water container and yesterday I had an obligatory stop over in Warsaw, because another tiny thing couldn’t wait to be fixed. And what a girl does when she doesn’t know what to do? She calls her dad!

Keep reading