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20bmg  asked:

Who is your favorite monster of the Godzilla monsters

I am going to assume you mean other than Godzilla because that would be a given.

My absolute favorite is MechaGodzilla.

This robotic duplicate combines two of my favorite things. robot dinosaurs and Godzilla into the best late addition to the Showa series.  He’s also a weapon created by aliens to conquer the world.  Sure, that was a pretty hackneyed plot by the time his first movie came around with aliens using monsters such as King Ghidorah, Gigan and even Godzilla and the other Earth monsters under their control to try and do the same thing.  What set Mechagodzilla apart was that he was the first artificial monster and the first one based on Godzilla to show up.

Of course, he wasn’t the first mechanical copy of a monster to show up in Toho’s menagerie.  That title goes to Mechani-kong from King King Escapes.

The thing was, this mechanical copy of King Kong did not originate with Toho but in the 1966 animated series The King Kong Show.

So, Godzilla’s clone is the first original robotic double created by Toho.  

It also has some of the best weapons in the series with Finger missiles.

A rainbow beam from its eyes

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An electric ray from its chest

Even a force field generated by spinning its head.

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It probably has the biggest arsenal of any of Godzilla’s foes.  Oh and it can fly!

It proved so popular that it was reinvented twice for the Heisei and Millennium series. They did change the origin though, turning it from an alien invasion weapon into a human built weapon to defend Japan against Godzilla. Even though I really liked the 1993 movies, I wasn’t as fond of the design fro the 90s Mechagodzilla.  It was maybe a bit too rounded with a small head.

I much prefer to design used for the poster, which was more angular and aggressive looking with wings.

Finally, we come to the version from the 2000s, which I really liked. It was only really referred to as MechaGodzilla in the title and posters though as in the movies it was called Kiryu. Still, it’s an outstanding modernized design.

Heck, I like MechaGodzilla so much that it bleeds over into my other fandoms as well.  My favorite Transformer of all time is Trypticon:

And I absolutely adore Dragon Caesar from Kyoryu Sentai Zyuranger.

Thanks for the question!

On the topic of philosophy in Eva, I really enjoy how Evangelion uses the AT Field in the original show. You honestly think that with a name like AT Field, that its use is similar to (if not the same) as force fields in science fiction. The AT Field is a huge metaphor for boundaries, how people utilize said boundaries, + gives us insight to who the characters are in Evangelion.

The AT Field also goes under the Hedgehog’s Dilemma, if you think about it.

(More metaphorical nerding out under the cut)

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I Can Hear the Bells

Valerie grit her teeth as she dove behind an overturned table. She watched as glowing office supplies whizzed overhead. Cursing softly, she reached down, pulling the small ecto-blaster from her thigh holster. She grinned to herself as she activated it.  

Feeling much better now that she was armed, Valerie crawled to the edge of the desk. She peered around trying to get eyes on the ghost. Or Danny. Or the Fentons.

Really, the ghost was kind of stupid for attacking now, of all times. The Fentons were meeting with GhostTek, the corporation that handled the business side for all of FentonWorks’ latest and greatest inventions.

Jack and Maddie really only had interest in research and development, so the relationship worked pretty well. They developed something new, brought it to GhostTek, and together they would determine how, when, and where to sell it. It was a niche market, for sure, but serious freelance ghost hunters and agencies were probably the most loyal customers in the world. They had no patience for commercialism, they just needed equipment that would work and work well.

Danny admitted to her that he tagged along to the meetings because he feared his parents would get swindled otherwise. They were both smart, of course, but they hardly paid attention to this side of their work. He didn’t love this part either, but he worked directly with the Guys in White and a few freelancers occasionally, so he had a pretty good idea of how his parents’ work should be valued.

Valerie had been invited because she had similar expertise, though she suspected that Danny also wanted her there because the meetings were long and boring and he thought she might want to suffer with him.

She really hadn’t, but he had given her the most pitiful look she had ever seen when she initially turned the offer down, so she decided she might as well get used to this kind of thing. After all, Danny liked to speak on the future with phrases like “when you’re a Fenton, you’re going to have to participate in the shitty Christmas photoshoot” or “wait until your first Fenton Family Reunion, my aunt is pretty rough but she makes the most unbelievable pies”. This was just as much a part of being a Fenton as anything else.

Marriage wasn’t something they had really discussed, but Valerie couldn’t help but enjoy when Danny spoke of their combined future.

Jack’s booming laughter sounded from across the room. “You couldn’t have picked a better time, ghost!” Valerie watched as he stood, hoisting the most recent edition of the Fenton Bazooka onto his broad shoulder. “It’s your lucky day Walls! You are about to get a live demo!”

Wallace, their main GhostTek contact, shakily looked up from his place cowering under a desk. “Mr. Fenton! I have to ask that you don’t-“

“DAD!” Danny’s voice cut him off. He hadn’t been able to disappear long enough to change into his ghost form, something Valerie could tell had him incredibly frustrated. “Dad, you’re going to break the office. Put that thing down!” He had jumped out of his spot from behind some filing cabinets to stop his father, and the ghost wasted no time in turning its attention, and barrage, to the two men.

Luckily for Valerie, that left the ghost facing away from her. She rose, firing a couple rounds into its back. The ghost shrieked, turning towards her again with eyes ablaze with fury. She tucked into a roll as hot ectoplasm hit the overturned desk, burning holes through the wood with ease. The ghost prepared to fire at her again when Maddie made her move.

She leaped onto the nearest desk and ran towards the ghost. Just as it turned its fire on her, a green bubble encased the apparition. It hissed as the heat from its own blast hit the force field and bounced back into its face.

Phantom grinned as he appeared right behind the bubbled ghost. “If it isn’t my favorite ghost hunting duo,” he said. This was mostly a show for Wallace, at this point. The Fentons and Valerie knew Danny liked taking any opportunity possible to separate his identities from each other.

Jack huffed. “I didn’t even get to use the bazooka.”

Maddie smiled at him. “Aw, honey, you’ll get your chance.” She looked over at Phantom. “I have a thermos.” She took off the strap that kept the containment device strapped to her back and readied it for use. Danny dropped the force field and Maddie wasted no time in catching the angry spirit.

“Thanks Mrs. Fenton. Is everyone alright?” Danny looked towards Wallace’s hiding spot. He knew his family and Valerie were more than capable of keeping themselves safe.

Wallace rose on shaky legs, eyes going wide as he took in the infamous Danny Phantom. “I think we… we’re all alright mister… mister Phantom,” he stuttered as he spoke. Valerie couldn’t tell if it was from adoration or adrenaline.

Danny smiled at the man. “Good. You’re awfully lucky the Fentons were here,” He glanced over at his parents, “Well if everyone is alright, I’ll take that as my cue to head out. Thanks again for your help Mr. and Mrs. Fenton,” his gaze slid to Valerie and he flashed her his most charming smile, “And yours too, beautiful.”

Valerie made a show of rolling her eyes. “Buzz off, ghost. I’ve got a boyfriend. A nice, alive boyfriend.”

Danny laughed. “Lucky guy.” With that, he disappeared through the floor.

Wallace breathed a sigh of relief. “Wow. I never thought I’d see him in person.”

Jack walked up to the shorter man, clapping him on the shoulder. “He’s a good kid. Tries to help where he can.” He looked over at Danny’s previous hiding spot. “He’s saved Danny a number of times.”

As if on cue, Danny walked over from behind the filing cabinets, back in his human form. “Don’t make it sound like I’m such a damsel. He’s saved Val a bunch too. Ghosts used to attack our school all the time,” he directed that last bit towards Wallace.

The man hardly seemed to be paying attention. “So you two have a working relationship with him, huh? Do you think he’d be open to endorsement?” A glint entered the man’s eye, and Valerie could practically see him counting millions in his head.

Maddie shook her head. “I doubt it. We’ve been hunting ghosts for a long time, and you get to know others in the field. Phantom doesn’t have any sort of preference towards any ghost hunters.”

Phantom and the Fentons would never truly work together beyond occasionally taking down the same ghost, and even then it only happens when they are at the same place at the same time. There was no reason to risk Danny’s identity for the sake of good marketing.

Wallace sighed at her answer. “I see.” He glanced around at the ruined office. “I suppose I see why you like to meet on weekends. Do you always plan your meetings in places that are deserted?”

Danny chuckled. “We’ve learned that ghosts know how to find us. Especially since we plaster ‘Fenton’ on all of our equipment.” Danny didn’t flinch as he lied.

Jack nodded. “Just a little safety protocol we put in place.” It had actually been Jack’s idea to start meeting on off-days. He was oafish, sometimes, but he was also incredibly intelligent and proved it often.

“Well, it’s nice to know we are working with some genuinely good people. I say we call it for today and meet next weekend?” Wallace held out his hand to Jack, who gave it a firm shake.

“Sounds perfect Walls. Thanks for taking care of my family.” He looked over at Maddie, then Danny, then Valerie.

Valerie smiled a little at that. The Fentons had been over the moon when she and Danny revealed to them that they were dating again. Even when the relationship was new, they had pretty much decided that Valerie was now family, and acted accordingly.

Jack turned to his family. “Now, who’s hungry?”

“I just find it suspicious that the very first time I invite you to one of these meetings - which are usually so boring I consider turning mom and dad’s weapons on myself – we get some action.” Danny punctuated his statement with a light kick to Valerie’s shin under the table.

Jack and Maddie had decided to treat the couple to a nice lunch at one of Amity’s more upscale restaurants. The older couple loved the chance to spend time with Danny and Valerie.

Valerie chuckled. “What, you think it was my fault? You’re the one who reeks of ectoplasm.”

Ectoplasm didn’t really have a smell, per se, but the ambient ecto-energy that he constantly gave off – ghost form or not – did leave a trail that others could follow. This was how Skulker liked to hunt.

“The ghost we fought today was young,” Maddie chimed in, “It probably sensed your strength and thought it might be able to take some.” She and Jack had discovered that newer ghosts, particularly those who just recently managed to pull together a physical form, were incredibly power hungry. They fed off the energy of weaker apparitions.

The spirit wasn’t even powerful enough to have a true identity, and it didn’t know better than to challenge a stronger ghost.

Danny snorted. “Bad call.”

“What are you kids up to for the rest of today,” Jack asked through a partially chewed bread roll. Maddie smacked his shoulder lightly, a silent reminder not to talk with food in his mouth.

“Grocery shopping, probably. And laundry.” Valerie reached out with her fork to steal a piece of broccoli from Danny’s plate. He smacked her silverware away with his own a few times before conceding.

Maddie watched them with a grin. “Oh, I remember what it was like when Jack and I were getting used to the domesticity. You two enjoy that. I’m sure it’s a nice break from the usual craziness.”

Danny smirked at Valerie. “She’s always crazy. I never get a break.”

“You’re one to talk, ghost boy,” Valerie snipped back.

“So when are you poppin’ the question Dan-O?”

Danny chocked on his water at his dad’s question.

Valerie pursed her lips to keep from laughing and raised a brow at him. “Yeah, Danny. What gives?”

He coughed a couple times to clear his throat. “Uhh…”

“Jack! I’m sure Danny has a whole surprise planned. He can’t just give it away!” Maddie came to his rescue. Sort of.

“Uh, yeah dad.” Danny’s voice was raspy. “Trust me, you guys’ll know when it happens.”

Valerie smirked. “When you ask?” She teased at his mistake.

Danny looked her in the eyes. “Yeah. When.”

Valerie’s smirk fell at the promise in his gaze. She bit her lip, ducking her head when she felt a brilliant blush light her whole face on fire. 

“Well I think you should get on with it already. Valerie’s practically family already.” Jack threw an arm over her shoulders and pulled her into a half embrace. She smiled up at him.

“Aw, thanks Mr. Fenton. And don’t be so hard on Danny,” she glanced over at him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He smiled at her, kicking her again under the table.

“Do you… Do you really want to get married?”

“Are you proposing to me, Fenton? Because that was awful.”

The couple was on the couch folding their fresh laundry when Danny posed the question.

“No, I was just… I mean, we never really talked about it all that much.” He shrugged. “I mean, if it’s something you really, really want, I can ask you sooner rather than later.”

Valerie watched him for a moment as he fidgeted with his hands, purposely not meeting her gaze.  “Well, I guess I figured we’d start discussing it when we were ready.”

He looked over at her. “And we’re not… Are we?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, we live together and I love you and all but that feels… It feels kind of huge.”

He reached over and grabbed her hand. “Yeah, I know. I think you’re right,” he gave her hand a light squeeze, “We’ll know when we’re ready.”

“Besides,” Valerie grinned at him, “I don’t need a gaudy ring to know how you feel.”

Danny raised his brows. “Not a fan of big stones?”

Valerie tugged her hand away and resumed her folding. “I don’t need that junk, Danny. I just want you.”

He smiled and leaned over to give her a chaste kiss.

“Get back to work Fenton.” She was smiling.

And if he started paying attention to rings a little more from that day forward, well, she didn’t really need to know.

She had looked down at her feet and known, then, because of a painting, that what she stood on had only been woven together a couple thousand miles away in her own tower, was only by accident known as Mexico, and so Pierce had taken her away from nothing, there’d been no escape. What did she so desire escape from? Such a captive maiden, having plenty of time to think, soon realizes that her tower, its height and architecture, are like her ego only incidental: that what really keeps her where she is is magic, anonymous and malignant, visited on her from outside and for no reason at all. Having no apparatus except gut fear and female cunning to examine this formless magic, to understand how it works, how to measure its field strength, count its lines of force, she may fall back on superstition, or take up a useful hobby like embroidery, or go mad, or marry a disk jockey. If the tower is everywhere and the knight of deliverance no proof against its magic, what else?
—  Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

Mega Clefable

It can only breathe in an atmosphere like that of the moon. It filters out most of the outside air using a force field generated on its head.

Its thoughts are alien and its actions are unpredictable. It might walk away in the middle of battle to pursue something invisible to everyone else.

Type: Fairy
Ability: Star Shield (This Pokemon’s Special Defense is doubled.)
HP 95
ATK 100 (+30)
DEF 103 (+30)
SPA 105 (+10)
SPD 105 (+15)
SPE 75 (+15)
BST 583
New Moves: Roost

Here’s our OG fairy, with a spacefarer aesthetic

*thinking about Blue Lion’s ice powers*

…how about a scenario where Lance is running out of air in space or water, or bleeding to death or otherwise somehow on the verge of dying while help is not coming so soon, so he makes do the best way he can

and minutes/hours/days/months later when the crew finally finds him they come across the Blue Lion turned off with its customary protective force field on, and inside that force field there’s Lance’s body still alive but deeply frozen in a big chunk of ice

NASA's MAVEN reveals Mars has metal in its atmosphere

Mars has electrically charged metal atoms (ions) high in its atmosphere, according to new results from NASA’s MAVEN spacecraft. The metal ions can reveal previously invisible activity in the mysterious electrically charged upper atmosphere (ionosphere) of Mars.

“MAVEN has made the first direct detection of the permanent presence of metal ions in the ionosphere of a planet other than Earth,” said Joseph Grebowsky of NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. “Because metallic ions have long lifetimes and are transported far from their region of origin by neutral winds and electric fields, they can be used to infer motion in the ionosphere, similar to the way we use a lofted leaf to reveal which way the wind is blowing.” Grebowsky is lead author of a paper on this research appearing April 10 in Geophysical Research Letters.

MAVEN (Mars Atmosphere and Volatile Evolution Mission) is exploring the Martian upper atmosphere to understand how the planet lost most of its air, transforming from a world that could have supported life billions of years ago into a cold desert planet today. Understanding ionospheric activity is shedding light on how the Martian atmosphere is being lost to space, according to the team.

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“She loves you, you know,” says Peeta. “She as good as told me after they whipped you.”

“Don’t believe it,”Gale answers. “The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell…well she never kissed me like that.”


Look, I know we all love Gabe Holbrook, what with his dreamy face and his not banging underage girls, but all of the cop awards to Detective Roma Maffia (I don’t know what her character’s name is so I just keep calling her Liz from Nip/Tuck) for, you know, actually doing police work. If she starts cracking down on Rosewood’s rampant pedophilia, she may actually become my new favorite character.

anonymous asked:

I wonder, what Tesla thought of Thomas Edison? I know some stories from when Nikola was working for him, but later? Was he neutral towards him? Btw I learn so much from your blog! Thank you! :)

So after Nikola Tesla resigned from Thomas Edison’s company, he hit a low and had to resort to digging ditches for practically nothing. But, he was able to begin his attempts to share his new rotating magnetic field discovery, which Edison had no interest in because he was using a direct current system. Tesla struggled to find backing until an Alfred Brown, and a Charles Peck agreed to financially back him. Tesla was able to start his own electric company, with Brown and Peck promoting him. This is where Tesla’s story really started to move forward. The story goes, Tesla develops a working alternating current induction motor, patents it, gives a lecture and demonstration about his new AC system before the engineering society, this sparks interest in George Westinghouse who buys Tesla’s patents, then from here on out begins a war against Thomas Edison and George Westinghouse.

There’s a movie coming out about this war, so you can wait for it in November, or check this link to read up more: War of Currents

So to answer your question about how Tesla felt about Edison after all this, he definitely wasn’t neutral. Edison and his associates did some heinous things to try and defeat Tesla and the Westinghouse Company during the war, and even after. Things Tesla refused to respect coming from such important figures in US history.

Here’s a blog I posted a few weeks ago showing how I really feel about Edison and his associates:

But here’s 3 quotes on how Tesla really felt to answer your question:

1. “One of the great events in my life was my first meeting with Edison. This wonderful man, who had received no scientific training, yet had accomplished so much, filled me with amazement. I felt that the time I had spent studying languages, literature and art was wasted; though later, of course, I learned this was not so.”

–Nikola Tesla

“Making Your Imagination Work For You.” American Magazine, April, 1921.

2. “To the Editor of the World:

“Permit me a few words of comment relative to The World editorial of Oct. 21 in which I am directly concerned. Edison’s work on the incandescent lamp and direct-current system of distribution was more like the performance of an extraordinarily energetic and horse-sensed pioneer than that of an inventor; it was prodigious in amount, but not creative.

“The lamp itself, consisting of a carbon filament in an exhausted globe, was well known and even patented years before. Crookes had employed incandescent conductors with leading-in platinum wires seated in the glass and obtained extremely high vacua: the multiple-arc arrangement was frequently shown at institutions of learning, display windows and exhibitions with Geissler tubes; electric generators had been constructed, means for regulating current and voltage described and canalization of electricity was as obvious as that of water, gas, compressed air or other commodity.

“Irrespective of this, however, his primitive scheme of lighting was subject to fatal economic limitations and could have never proved a commercial success in competition. Indeed, during the past thirty-five years it has been almost wholly displaced by a more practical and efficient system based on my rotating magnetic field, a discovery which even hard-headed engineers and patent lawyers have declared to be “one of the greatest triumphs of the human mind.” To convey an idea of the extent of its use I only need to quote Dr. B. A. Behrend, one of the foremost electrical experts, who in his book on the induction motor says: “Were we to eliminate from our industrial world the results of Mr. Tesla’s work the wheel’s of industry would cease to turn, our electric trains and cars would stop, our towns would be dark, our mills dead and idle. So far-reaching is this work that it has become the warp and woof of industry.”

“Edison and his associates bitterly opposed the introduction of my system, raising a clamor against the “deadliness” of the alternating current, which proved very effective and led to the adoption of a commercial type of machine in electrocution of criminals, an apparatus monstrously unsuitable, for the poor wretches are not despatched in a merciful manner but literally roasted alive. To the observer their sufferings seem to be of short duration; it must be borne in mind, though, that an individual under such conditions, while wholly bereft of the consciousness of the lapse of time, retains a keen sense of pain, and a minute of agony is equivalent to that through all eternity.

“Had the Edison companies not finally adopted my invention they would have been wiped out of existence, and yet not the slightest acknowledgment of my labors has ever been made by any of them, a most remarkable instance of the proverbial unfairness and ingratitude of corporations. But the reason is not far to see. One of their prominent men told me that they are spending $10,000,000 every year to keep Edison’s name before the public, and he added that it is worth more to them. Of course, in all that unceasing and deafening shouting from the housetops any voice raised to apprise people of the real state of things is like the chirp of a little sparrow in the roar of Niagara. So it comes that very few have a clear idea of the situation.

“In truth, my system has not only provided energy for all purposes throughout the world but also revolutionized electric lighting and made it a great commercial success by reducing the cost of power and increasing enormously the distance of transmission. The greater part of the $60,000,000,000 which, according to President Hewer’s statement, represented the value of electric business, can be traced to my system and its effect on the lighting and other industries. In view of this I feel that I also have done much to dispel darkness. Surely, my system is more important than the incandescent lamp, which is but one of the known electric illuminating devices and admittedly not the best. Although greatly improved through chemical and metallurgical advances and skill of artisans it is still inefficient, and the glaring filament emits hurtful rays responsible for millions of bald heads and spoiled eyes. In my opinion, it will soon be superseded by the electrodeless vacuum tube which I brought out thirty-eight years ago, a lamp much more economical and yielding a light of indescribable beauty and softness. The technical resources of that time were inadequate to make it a practical success, but most of the difficulties will be overcome when cheap quartz glass becomes available.

“No amount of praise is too much to bestow upon Edison for his vigorous pioneer work, but all he did was wrought in known and passing forms. What I contributed constitutes a new and lasting addition to human knowledge. Like his lamp, my induction motor may be discarded and forgotten in the continuous evolution of the arts, but my rotating field with its marvelous phenomena and manifestations of force will live as long as science itself.”


New York, Nov. 5

“Mr. Tesla Speaks Out.” New York World, Nov. 29, 1929.

3. “If Edison had a needle to find in a haystack, he would proceed at once with the diligence of the bee to examine straw after straw until he found the object of his search. I was a sorry witness of such doings, knowing that a little theory and calculation would have saved him ninety percent of his labor.”

–Nikola Tesla

New York Times, October 19, 1931.

I haven’t had a laptop or computer in months… it has turned me into a very friendly, crafty grandma. I spend most of my free time making horrible crafts and getting myself psyched over knitting patterns. I am also getting very familiar with the best antique shops in town. BOY DO I LOVE A GOOD BARGAIN.

I JUST WATCHED THE SONIC 25TH STREAM AND i didnt realize they had cut out a bunch of stuff, so heres things that happened that didnt get put on the stream

  • the entire costume contest. there was someone in an INCREDIBLY COOL cardboard replica of the Tornado (they won)
  • the sonic boom VA’s + Kazuyuki Hoshino judged the costume contest, Mike Pollock had a plastic bag full of canned ham which he called Evil Ham and he gave it to all the winners
  • someone was dressed as Eggman and Pollock loved it. the crowd cheered but Roger Craig Smith and Cindy Robinson booed
  • the sonic boom VA cast read some lines as their characters later on
  • Eggman lamented that sonic 25th should also be his party because its his 25th anniversary too
  • he “put a force field around the building so none of us could leave” and we would be “forced to celebrate”
  • Orbot and Cubot told jokes
  • Shadow appeared and Eggman said “wow you care enough to come to my party!” to which Shadow responded that he only came to tell him he doesn’t care
  • Shadow destroyed the force field and freed us all
Myers-Briggs Characters In The Hunger Games Together

Here’s What Would Happen If We Put All The Myers-Briggs Characters Into The Hunger Games Together

INFP – Since many fiction novels seem to be written by INFPs for INFPs with the message that the person with the kindest heart wins, this type often assumes that they would champion the Hunger Games. In the real hunger games the INFP is first to get shot off their podium because they were daydreaming during the countdown and don’t notice that the games had actually started.

INTP – The INTP climbs up a tree and reverse-engineers the entire Hunger Games. He picks apart the system, analyzes each of its parts, figures out how to dismantle the entire force field and then gets high on some game arena ganja and forgets to follow through with his plan. That night he falls out of the tree he is sleeping in and lands on his own weapon, dying quickly and relatively painlessly.

INFJ – The INFJ forms a quick alliance with the ISFP who is outraged by the concept of the games. The two sneak off into the forest and make camp, where the INFJ takes the first watch of the night. When a cruel group of STs comes to prey on the two of them, the INFJ throws their body over the ISFP’s, pleading to be killed instead. The group complies – seeing the ISFP as no real threat anyway – and the INFJ happily dies as a martyr.  

ESFP – The ESFP is the capitol’s sweetheart. Charming enough to receive bids and athletic enough to run away from potential predators, they survive for a few days in the wild. On day three they get hopelessly bored in their solitude and decide to eat some wild mushrooms that they hope will have psychedelic side effects. They do. The ESFP wanders into the lake, thinking it is made of ice cream, and subsequently drowns.

ENFJ – The ENFJ had formed alliances with half the participants prior to entering the hunger games, which quickly turns into a cult known as “District Fe.” Participants listen to inspirational speeches each morning about the power of sharing ones feelings and watch a beautiful romance unfold between their leader and the group ENTP. One morning when the camp wakes up to find the ENFJ dead in their tent and the ENTP nowhere to be seen. The Fe district dismantles quickly afterward, leaving only the ESFJ to remember their noble leader.  

ENFP – The ENFP survives for a while at the hands of the ENTJ that they have formed an alliance with. After three weeks of prancing around the forest yelling excitedly about all the super-cool special effects of the arena, the ENTJ finally shoots the ENFP just to get them to shut up for five minutes.

ISTJ – The ISTJ survives for a while by posing as an ISFJ in District Fe. On day four they are found hiding behind a tree pledging allegiance to the capitol. They are swiftly shot by the ESTP who passes the death off as blasphemy but really just didn’t care to hear any more empowered speeches about the ISTJ’s willingness to die for their district.  

ISFP – After waking up alone in the forest, the ISFP decides to peacefully protest the hunger games. They receive multiple bids from district 11 but eventually starve to death because the forest creatures were too cute to kill.

ESFJ – The ESFJ forms an alliance with the ESTJ, whom they trust to protect them. They hold up their end of the bargain by cooking meals out of forest berries and diligently maintaining the campsite. The ESTJ keeps up their part of the bargain by killing the ESFJ in their sleep.

ISFJ – After the downfall of District Fe, the ISFJ isn’t sure where to go. They hang out with their best ESTP friend for a while then realize that one of them is eventually going to have to betray the other and dies in a stress-induced heart attack.  

ESTP – Though unquestionably charming and quick on their feet, the ESTP has trouble staying focused on the hunger games for more than ten minutes at a time. They are regularly distracted by the physical challenges presented in the arena and die trying to slack line across two mountain peaks with their GoPro.

INTJ – The INTJ escapes quickly from the limelight and stews in an underground lair for several weeks. They develop a complex plot to take down each of their opponents then get killed when a flash flood hits their lair. It is later revealed that the game makers created the flood intentionally because the INTJ’s reclusiveness made for bad TV.

ESTJ – Though celebrated for their practical leadership skills in the beginning, the ESTJ becomes a liability near the end of the games. The ENTP decides to deal with this matter by asking the ESTJ what everyone else in the Hunger Games did wrong. While the ESTJ wheels off a long-winded rant about the incompetency of the other constants, he is shot through the heart by the sneaky and unforgiving ISTP.

ENTP – Keenly aware that they are approaching victory, the ENTP grows confident in their ability to booby trap the remaining candidates. They construct an elaborate set-up, prepare themselves for victory, then step in the trap accidentally and die at their own hands.

ENTJ – Realizing that there are only two competitors left, the ENTJ becomes stressed about not having planned out their victory speech. While they are developing a strategy for the contestants they will mentor next season, the ISTP sneaks up behind them and shoots them unfailingly through the heart.  

ISTP – Wins. Was there ever any question?

anonymous asked:

BTS Police Academy AU?!

FRICK like 


just bts in UNIFORMS 

but hyung line as the mentors and maknae line as new recruits who have to live together in those giant dorm bunk rooms and namjoon is runs them through morning drills and vminkook tie for first all the time, become best friends, and make friendly competition of everything 

but shit gets real when they go out for their first actual missions and most people quit after their frist time in the field cause its too much – they work special forces and the amount of blood they get on their hands isnt anything to shrug at but vminkook toughs through it all and swear over shots and drinks and sliced thumbs like dreamers and little boys that they’ll be brothers forever 

so hyung line takes maknae line under their wing and forms a subunit 

this is starting to sound like shounen manga omfg 


Suspended Stone Circle II (1974-44)

Ken Unsworth (1931-)

103 river stones, wire

Ken Unsworth came to prominence as a sculptor in the 1970s, when he combined performance or body art with highly conceptual sculptural forms. Some of these performances, in particular ‘Five secular settings for sculpture as ritual’, involved using his own body as a kind of minimalist sculpture. In one, he posed spread-eagle on the wall, held aloft by a pole between his shoulder blades in a visual recreation of Richard Serra’s lead prop piece now held in the National Gallery of Australia collection in Canberra.

Unsworth’s art is often ephemeral, surviving only in the memory of those who once saw it or in rumours of that memory, or sometimes as photographs or scratchy old videos. Like Joseph Beuys, whose work Unsworth passionately admires, his art is full of apparent contradictions. He reworks the great sagas of life and death while shaking the staff of a jester and yet he has created remarkable and enduring monumental sculptures. He is admired by formalists for his sculpture and for the rigorous logic of propped or suspended stones, while others respond to the expressionism of the paintings and the symbolist theatricality of his kinetic installations.

In many of his early body art pieces, Unsworth held his body in suspension as if levitating between consciousness and unconsciousness, between the material world and the immaterial. The figure seems trapped, pinioned or bound. These works are not only about equilibrium, balance and formal relations; they are also violent and claustrophobic experiences and many of his sculptures continue this theme. ‘Suspended stone circle II’ is one of his levitation works with 103 river stones each weighing around 15 kilograms held in place by three wires tied to three rings secured to the ceiling structure. The stones form a suspended disc, with each one held as if in a force field. The stones are hung so that their centre of gravity falls exactly on the central axis of the disc and each stone is equidistant from its neighbours. The three sets of wires create three cones, suggesting the force field which they literally constitute.

‘Rapture’ 1994 (AGNSW collection) also obliquely relates to levitation in that it implies a stairway to heaven and thus suggests the dream of transcending the material world. The grand piano that forms the stairway may be thought of as having the potential to bring us to a transcendent moment by the beauty of its music but alas it is stuffed full of straw with mice running through it. This piano is never going to enchant with its sound again.

The popularity of Unsworth’s sculptures with a wider audience may be attributed to the richness of aesthetic effects and to the experience of witnessing a psychodrama unfolding. Beauty and delirium fade into melancholia and back into laughter. Unsworth is able to make you cry and laugh at the same time. He has lived and suffered as much as most of us so that his art is able to reflect our own deepest fears, joys and secrets. Art seldom delivers magic any more but Unsworth nearly always does. And just as it was with Beuys, Ken Unsworth’s laughter is infectious.

© Art Gallery of New South Wales Contemporary Collection Handbook, 2006

alyssajohn02  asked:

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